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This story begins with a woman I met at a new job I had. Her name was Dee. She was of Hispanic descent, dark skin, big brown eyes, almost black hair a little longer than shoulder length. A nice round ass and very large breasts. We seemed to hit it off right away, she was very nice, polite, helpful and also had a very sexy way about her. She was going through a messy divorce, and had not had any kind of relationship with her soon to be ex for some time.

After about six months of working together and developing a very good relationship it was the holiday season, and we were at our company’s holiday party. The party was more of a labor than fun, but after a few cocktails things seemed to loosen up a bit. I could see Dee was having the same “fun” I was, but was also into a few cocktails herself. She was in a black tight sleeveless dress, which looked like it was made for her, and every now and then, it rode up just enough for me to see stocking tops. She looked great to say the least.

The party had wound down and most everyone had left. I asked Dee if she needed a ride home and she gladly accepted. As we walked to my car we talked. As we talked, we flirted as we had come to usually do. We got to my car and just sat for a while and talked some more as we were both enjoying our conversation and our flirting all fueled by the cocktails we had consumed at the party.

Things started getting a bit more cozy than usual and we seemed to be sitting closer and closer and talking lower and lower until our lips finally met. It was like an electrical explosion. She has wonderful full lips that were made for kissing among other things. Our tongues seemed to be dancing the lambada. We continued kissing and caressing for quite some time before we finally broke. We looked at each other with lust and longing which had been building up for the past six months.

I caressed her body over her clothes, her compact shoulders, down the curves of her sides, back up and over her full breasts. I reached down to her calf and let my hand come slowly up her leg. Not sure of her reaction I inched my way up and her reaction became clear by the way she parted her legs. I took this as an open invitation so I kept on up and under her dress, above her stocking tops to her already moist panties. I hooked my finger around the elastic of her panties to find her hot wet pussy. I moved my finger around to get it good and wet.

I eagerly brought my finger to Kadıköy Escort my mouth for my first taste of her juices. It was like heavenly ambrosia and a taste I’d soon be all too familiar with. I brought my hand back down, and teased her outer pussy lips with my fingers. Her moaning and grinding were increasing with every move of my finger. I played with her swollen clit with my thumb while getting my middle finger inside her hot drenched pussy. This seemed to drive her over the top. Dee exploded in orgasm. Wave after wave wracked her body, as she shook uncontrollably. I let her settle a bit before I brought her to her next orgasm. Dee then gave me the uncle single as if to say she’d had enough for now.

As we kissed some more, I felt her hand glide over my cock in my pants. Her initial touch was wonderful, light yet firm. She knew what she was doing and knew how to handle a cock. Dee unzipped my pants and slid her hand inside. At that moment fear came over me as I realized I was wearing panties as I usually did under my work clothes. The moment of truth was upon me. Her reaction blew me away. Rather than getting freaked out or upset, she seemed to go into sexual overdrive, her breathing increased and she seemed to have a small orgasm. She later told me how hot she thought it was and that it really turned her on to have her man dressed in women’s clothing.

She bent down and took my now raging hard on out of my panties and started licking the shaft of my cock from top to bottom. Then she opened her mouth and slowly took my cock down her throat. She was quite good at this I’d have to say. She knew just where to put pressure on my cock with her tongue, right at the little v on the underside of the head, and she knew how to compliment that with just the right amount of increasing suction. Needless to say it did not take long for my to explode into her mouth. She took every last drop of my huge load, milking my cock for more and more till I was completely drained. I was in heaven.

We got ourselves back together and I took her home. A few months past and her divorce was final. As we had grown closer she decided to move closer to me so we could spend more time together. We saw each other every day at work, and spent every weekend together, usually at my place. On one particular weekend Dee had a little surprise for me. We had just cleaned up after an early dinner and she instructed me to follow her into the bedroom. Ataşehir Escort On the bed was laid out a black bra and panty set and a matching chemise, a type of sexy slip.

A pair of thigh high stockings and a pair of black velvet four inch high heels. I was a bit confused till Dee told me to get out of the clothes I was wearing and put the things she had bought me on. I was able to dress myself and Dee helped me fix my hair, which was long to begin with and she did my make up for me. I got up and looked in the mirror…damn I looked hot! Dee had left and reappeared in the same outfit. We looked great together, if we would have went out, I’m sure we would have had heads turning.

We embraced each other and began kissing with uncontrolled passion. The feeling of the silk we were both wearing rubbing against each other was an unbelievable turn on. We caressed each other’s bodies for what seemed like hours. I was hard as hard could be and Dee was dripping pussy juice. Not wanting to waste a good thing, I knelt in front of Dee and slid her panties down and off. I licked her stocking clad legs slowly working my way higher and higher, past her stocking tops to where I could smell her honey. I eased her on her back on the bed.

I started licking her outer pussy lips, up and down slowly, making my tongue broad and flat. I kept this teasing up for a while until I split her pussy with my tongue. I licked her slit from bottom to top, from ass to clit over and over again until she had her first orgasm. I then concentrated on her clit. I pealed all the skin back to expose it so I could begin my assault. I licked from side to side, then up and down and sucking it like a little cock. While doing this I had first one then two fingers inside her pussy. At this point I think she was in the constant state of orgasm. This went on for about thirty minutes and at that point she needed a break.

Dee turned her attentions to my throbbing cock. She slid my panties off and went right to work, licking and sucking. She too licked me from top to bottom, from my ass to the tip of my cock. After a while she began sucking in earnest, using her hand at the base of my cock working it in time with her mouth. Then I felt something at my dark entrance. She was putting a finger in my ass. Wow it felt great having her finger up my ass while getting this expert blow job. She kept bringing me to the point of orgasm but then stopping. Needless to Bostancı Escort say this was driving me nuts.

She suddenly stopped, got up and left the room telling me she’d be right back. I figured she had to pee or something. When she returned my eyes nearly popped out of my head. She had put on a strap on dildo. Dee told me to turn over onto my stomach, which I did in a flash. She had a jar of lube and was putting some on her finger then on my little entrance, while working the lube and her fingers in and out of my ass. She had me slid to the edge of the bed so my ass was still on the bed and my legs were hanging off. Then I felt the head of the large dildo at the entrance of my ass. She first gently eased the head in and stopped for a few minutes, then slowly inched the rest of it in me. With each inch she would rest for a while giving my time to get used to this monster invading my ass.

After it was all the way in or should I say up, and I had time to get used to it, she began backing it out slowly then back in again. I let her know that it was feeling good and I was comfortable and she began to pump a little faster. After about ten minutes of this my moaning got louder and louder. It felt so good to be dressed in these clothes and getting fucked at the same time. Dee took this as a cue and began fucking me hard. She banged me with that strap on dildo for all she was worth and I was loving every second of it. After about a half an hour of this she eased it out as she was a bit tired and rightfully so.

I then got her in the same position on the bed, with her legs hanging off the side and her ass in the air. I positioned my cock at her slit, and began rubbing my cock from top to bottom getting it good and wet with her juices. Then in one push, I shoved my cock all the way into her pussy. She screamed so loud I thought she might have woken the dead. She took it easily as she was so wet and so horny. I pumped her pussy for all I was worth. Dee came almost immediately and seemed to keep cumming over and over again the whole time I fucked her. After about twenty minutes of ravaging her pussy like the mad person that I was I felt my own orgasm building from deep within me. My balls drew up tight. One last thrust and I exploded like I never had before. It felt like a gallon of cum shot out my cock, jet after jet, wave after wave passed through me. During all this Dee was shaking in uncontrollable orgasm.

I finally collapsed and rolled off her. We both got onto the bed and curled up into each others arms still in our pretty lingerie and in a satisfied content state of being. My mind was racing over the events of the night and I began to wonder what other wonderful things Dee had in store for us.

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My preference is for stories are all about the sex rather than with vast amounts of background, so this is in that vein. The plot is based loosely on a story I read many, many years ago; I don’t recall the author or title. I’d love to say this happened to me but that would be ludicrous: the scenario is a sexual fantasy and not meant to be completely realistic.

I was nineteen years old and in my first year at university. Away from home for the first time, I had joined a number of societies and clubs, largely in order to meet new people and make new friends — particularly female friends. My fellow students and I were free from the shackles of parental control; hedonism was the order of the day and I quickly found that any fears I may have had about sowing my wild oats were unfounded. I was lucky enough to be possessed of a certain charm and no little good looks, and the callow virgin I was at the start of the academic year had, nine months later, transformed into an experienced and, dare I say it, expert lover.

In late May, the debating society of which I was a member was holding its end-of-year dinner party, a somewhat fusty occasion held in the grand hall of the college and requiring attendees to wear formal attire. To be truthful, it wasn’t really my kind of event. I hadn’t actually attended any of the debates over the course of the year and was only going because I’d been persuaded to by my friend Charlie, who had his eye on a girl who was a leading light of the society.

Come the evening of the event, I was somewhat annoyed when Charlie told me that his hangover from the previous night of excess meant that he wasn’t going to be coming after all. I considered dropping out myself, but as I’d paid £30 for my ticket and gone to the trouble of hiring a dinner jacket, I decided to go along. I fully intended just to stay for the dinner and grab my money’s worth of booze, before heading back to the hall of residence for a night watching television and perhaps a solitary and unenthusiastic wank.

At around 8.15pm I arrived at the party and found my place at the table, marked by an elegant place card. Most of the other guests had already arrived; looking round I recognised a few faces but there was no-one I’d call a friend or even a close acquaintance. Next to me, on my right, was a corpulent and slightly sweaty fellow who grudgingly noted my attempt to introduce myself and immediately went back to regaling his companion with talk of how he would be joining his father’s investment bank after graduation. I resigned myself to an evening of boredom, and hoped that the expensive wines on offer would go some way toward relieving my ennui.

The seat on my left was as yet unoccupied. I looked at the name on the place card:’Lady Lavinia Rogers’. “I hope she does,” I thought, but couldn’t help but feel disappointed, as she would no doubt have the kind of equine features that my then-prejudiced mind associated with the nobility and what’s more, would consider me to be the kind of dreadful oik more suited to cleaning the ancestral ovens than being engaged with in conversation.

Some minutes later the Lady arrived, and immediately I realised that the first of my fears was misplaced — wildly so. She was stunningly attractive: slim and lithe with hair of a deep auburn shade, that fell in ringlets about her face. And that face! Mouth, nose and eyes almost perfect in form and yet with an other-worldly hint that denied any blandness that that perfection might imply. A smattering of freckles danced across her cheeks and an impossibly cute, but slightly enigmatic smile played across her lips. She wore a dress, which appeared to my untutored eye to be made of silk, burgundy in colour, with thin shoulder straps. My eyes, controlled almost entirely by my libido, noticed that she didn’t appear to wearing a bra, but then she had the kind of small but perky breasts that rendered such support unnecessary.

I stood to introduce myself. That smile again, this time with a hint of flirtatiousness?

“I’m Lavinia. Awful name. You can call me Roj,” she informed me in unsurprisingly posh tones.

“Very pleased to meet you Roj,” I replied, “I’m John,” and with that opening gambit, we sat down and started talking.

She, it turned out, had no more interest in formal debating than I did, but her father had been president of the society and his father before him, and it was therefore considered compulsory for her to be a member. Her family was minor nobility — apparently she was 317th in line to the throne. My suggestion that we plot together to bump off those ahead of her, one by one, was met with more grace than it deserved, and indeed after very little time we were chatting away like long-lost friends. No doubt the food was of Michelin star standard and the wine like nectar but it passed unnoticed, such was the intoxicating liquor of her company. To my pleasure, it was clear that she was as much as enthralled by my company as I was by hers. This was confirmed while we waited for dessert: I felt the touch of a stockinged foot on my leg, and saw that smile flicker across her lips yet again. This time the flirtatiousness was unmistakeable.

“That was you, wasn’t it? Or should Avrupalı porno I be making a move on my neighbour to my right?” I asked, pointing my thumb at the portly banker-in-waiting.

“Why don’t we skip dessert, pop outside for some fresh air, and you can find out?” she answered.

I don’t need to be asked a question like that twice, and less than a minute later, we were standing outside in the evening air. The street in which we stood was bustling with throngs of revellers and tourists taking advantage of the early-summer warmth, but we were oblivious to them. I looked into her mesmerising azure eyes, held her by her waist and pulled her strongly towards me. Our lips met and we kissed passionately.

Time seemed to stand still. Continents could have formed and re-formed, mountains could have been thrown up and eroded back to sand; I wouldn’t have noticed. The taste of her lips was exquisite, the touch of her skin so soft, the feel of her breasts as they pressed against my chest so erotic, that my cock began to spring to life almost immediately. As she felt its hardness against her stomach, her breathing became more hurried, and her embrace tightened around me. Then she pulled her lips away from mine.

“Let’s go back to my house,” she said, insistently. “My parents are away this evening and we’ll have the place to ourselves.”

“Your wish is my command, my Lady,” I responded — rather calmly, I thought, considering how rapidly the events of the night had unfolded. I turned round and hailed the first cab that came past. We slid into the back seat and she told the driver our destination, which was a street in one of the more upmarket neighbourhoods in the city.

“Lovely evenin'” said the driver. I began to reply, but got no further than “Certainly…” before Roj had once more clamped her face to mine. I noticed in the rear-view mirror the driver rolling his eyes and smiling. “I’ll be as quick as I can”, he laughed.

But Roj had no ears for him. Our kissing became yet more passionate, making my cock harder still, so that it strained against the fabric of my trousers. As if she sensed this telepathically, she moved her hand down to touch it, and I almost exploded there and then.

She pulled away from our kiss and moved her mouth to my ear.

“In a few minutes, this is going to be inside my cunt,” she whispered.

I didn’t believe it possible for my cock to get any harder, but I swear it did on hearing that. I had only known her for two hours and already she was talking to me like that — was I the luckiest man alive? She then licked my ear and moved her tongue down my neck, setting the hair on my nape on end. Her tongue was like electricity. Not caring about what the driver could see, I slipped one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder and pulled the top of the dress down to reveal her breast. She gasped as I took it in my hand and squeezed it, at first gently but then ever more firmly. I took hold of her nipple, already erect, between my finger and thumb, and toyed with it so that it stood out even more proudly. Her fingernails dug into my back and she began to gently nibble my earlobe.

“‘Ere we are,” announced the driver, “where d’ya want me ter stop? I could drive round the block a few times if yer like.”

“Just here will be fine,” said Roj, rather breathlessly, as I clumsily replaced her breast within her clothing. She shimmied out of the car and I followed.

“Cheers mate,” I said to the driver as I handed him a twenty. “Keep the change.”

“Cheers to you too, guvnor,” he replied. “and thanks for the show.”

I laughed, but by this time Roj was tugging on my arm, and soon we were climbing up the steps towards her house, an imposing yet elegant four-storey town house which would have had the pound signs spinning in front of any estate agent’s eyes. She fumbled for her key in her purse impatiently, although I confess I didn’t do much to help as I held her around her waist from behind, dabbed delicate kisses on her exposed neck and shoulders and thrust my raging erection between her pert bum cheeks, the gossamer fabric of her dress providing no protection whatsoever.

Opening the door at last, we more-or-less stumbled inside. Roj threw her purse to the ground and leapt on me once more. Our kisses were, if it were possible, even more passionate than before. We tore ourselves apart from each other just long enough for Roj to take off my jacket, rather violently loosen and remove my tie, and begin unbuttoning my shirt. I was still planting kisses on her cheeks, which were flushed rose-red, almost as if they had been slapped.

As soon as my shirt was off, I had the rather easier job of slipping the straps of my lover’s dress from her shoulders and letting gravity do the rest, the dress then forming a magenta puddle on the ground. A vision of beauty, such as I could not have envisaged I would ever see, stood before me. She was not tall, and while slim was not skinny. Her skin was pale, almost creamy, and was made to seem like porcelain by the rich red of her hair. Her breasts were not large — my not inexperienced eye estimated them as a 32B — but they stood up proudly, Video porno were shaped as if carved by Michelangelo himself and were capped with small but delightfully pink aureoles. Her torso curved inwards to her belly, out again to her hips and had all the athletic and nubile comeliness one would expect from the young woman of nineteen that she was.

I’d hardly had a chance to take in fully this beauty when she leant forward and began kissing, then nibbling on my nipple, the nibbles on the cusp of being painful and all the more erotically charged for being so. I thanked the gods that I had gained so much experience in matters sexual over the previous few months, as had I not I would surely have blown my load in my pants there and then. She proceeded to undo my trousers, and slid them to the floor.

“Get those fucking shoes and socks off!”, she whispered frantically, and I obeyed as if my life depended on it.

Now we stood in front of each other, wearing nothing but our underpants. There was a brief pause while we looked at each other, and I saw such a fire of lust burning within her eyes, which I knew was mirrored in my own. Then, without any further words, she grabbed my pants and pulled them down, allowing my rampant cock its freedom at last.

There was a gasp, perhaps of pleasure, perhaps of apprehension. I don’t feel that I’m boasting to say that my cock is larger than average, being some 8 inches long and very chunky with it. Was she beginning to regret the forwardness she expressed in the taxi? It appeared not, as she fell to her knees and took my penis in both her hands. Her hands were small and delicate and this served to make my cock seem even larger. Poking out her tongue, she licked the end of my cock, in doing so removing the droplet of pre-cum that was gathering there. She then proceeded to lick all around the head, paying particular attention to under the rim of the helmet and the frenulum. There was no doubt that she had taken time to learn the art of turning a man on — this was not beginner’s luck. As if to confirm this, she looked up at me and smiled — while still tonguing my cock — and then drew back and spat a big glob of saliva onto it. This was not the work of an amateur! Using the lubrication she had just provided, she began wanking me with both hands, then alternately removing one of those hands and using it to cup my balls. Again she spat on my cock, looked me in the eye once more, and then greedily began to devour my shaft. The feeling was as intense as any I had ever experienced: my cock seemed to completely fill her mouth, to the extent that I was worried I might injure her, but the act clearly held no fear for her. She took me into her mouth as far as she could — my cock was too long for someone so small to take in all the way without having first had training from a sword-swallower — but by God she was trying! Knotting my fingers into her hair, I began — slowly at first, — to fuck her mouth. With increasing speed I continued, as she spread my buttocks with her hands and grunted, as well as she could with a mouth full of cock, her appreciation.

It was taking every reserve of my willpower to keep from coming into her open mouth, and she must have sensed this. “Don’t you dare come!” she said, pulling away from me, “I need that cock inside me first!”

I needed no further encouragement. I lifted her back to her feet, put my thumbs into the sides of her knickers and slowly pulled them down over her hips as I got down to my knees myself. As I removed them a triangle of pubic hair came into view, but as I revealed yet more it became clear that she had had the hair around her vagina neatly waxed. I pulled the knickers completely off, tossed them to one side and spread her legs slightly, so better to afford access to her swollen and puffy sex. With my fingers I spread her labia, revealing her wetness and exposing her small, pink clitoris. Her pussy was as perfectly formed as the rest of her body — porn stars would have paid thousands to their Hollywood plastic surgeons achieve this level of shapeliness. I ran my finger between her folds, picking up some of her copious juices and put it to my mouth. “You taste like honey,” I told her, and she responded by grabbing my head and pressing my face to her sex. “Lick me then,” she commanded.

Holding her firm buttocks in my hand, I began to flick her clit with my tongue, first teasingly, then slowly more firmly. I felt her whole body shiver. Before long I was sucking her clitoris between my lips, pausing only to run my tongue along and across her labia.

“Ooh! Right there!” she moaned, grasping the back of my head and grinding her hips against my face.

I returned my tongue to her clit, which by now was standing proud and moistened by my saliva and her juices, and slipped a finger into her open and willing pussy.

“Oh God!” she exclaimed, “put it in me! Fuck me with your fingers!”

I began to move my finger back and forth within her, slowly probing and feeling her deepest recesses. As my finger rubbed against the ridged wall of her vagina, and my tongue nuzzled her love button, she grabbed my head even more firmly and began to shudder over her entire body.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ I’m coming!” she shouted.

I felt the convulsions of her vagina as she came and I swear I felt a wave of heat against my face as she screamed “Oh my God!” with no thought for what the neighbours might hear.

I stood up and we paused for breath. I held her to me, her delightful breasts pressed against my body and looked into her eyes. Her face, flushed with post-orgasmic ecstasy, looked so pure and innocent that it seemed incredible that such filthy language could have been uttered by her just seconds previously.

“Are you going to fuck me then or what?” she panted.

“I can honestly say that there has never, in my entire life, been anything I would rather do,” I responded.

With that I lifted her feather-light body onto the dresser that was stood next to us in the hallway. Grasping her by the thighs I opened her legs and pulled her towards me, so that her pussy was perched at the edge of the dresser. I took my cock in one hand, pressed it against her pussy lips and began to gently rub it up and down. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me towards her, increasing the pressure I was exerting on her already swollen labia, but she was so wet that my penis was still able to slide across her pussy as though protected by a layer of Teflon.

Releasing me slightly from her grasp, she took my rock-hard cock in her hand and presented its head to the entrance of her vagina.

“I told you that this was going in my cunt, and I’m always true to my word,” she said with a wicked grin.

With that she gripped my again with her legs and pulled me towards her, forcing my member into her open and inviting hole. The feeling was remarkable — it was like I’d had an injection of adrenaline directly into my brain. Her love tunnel was so tight and yet so wet that we were like a freshly-oiled machine as I pistoned my cock in and out of her.

“That’s it,” she exhorted, “fuck me hard. Make me come again.”

I responded by increasing the speed of my strokes, making the dresser shake in time with the little moans that were escaping from her mouth with each thrust. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as I continued to pound her, my hefty balls slapping against her arse.

“Oh god John, that feels so good,” she told me, looking me in the eye once more.

I knew that if this carried on for much longer that I would be unable to stop myself from coming, so I picked up her petite body and told her to hold on to me.

“Which way’s the living room?”, I asked.

She giggled:”The door to your right,” and I proceeded to carry her through the doorway and then toward the sofa which sat in the middle of the room.

“Don’t drop me!” she pleaded, but I was fit and muscular and her small weight was no burden at all.

With Roj still impaled on my cock I sat on the sofa, which was easier said than done, but the manouevre was carried out without injury, and now she was sitting on me, my full 8 inches inside her. She paused for a while, slowly swivelling her hips as if she was getting my penis to explore every square inch of her insides. Then, putting her hands on my chest for purchase, she lifted herself up, then down again.

“Mmmm. I feel so full,” she purred. “I’ve not had a cock this big before and I fucking love it!”

There is something intensely erotic about a girl talking dirty, and the effect was heightened not only by her butter-wouldn’t-melt demeanour but also by her delightfully upper-class accent.

Once again she raised herself a few inches, and then slowly let herself down, rotating her hips a little with each motion. My swollen cock was as big and hard as it had ever been. I took one of those perky tits in each hand and gently tugged on them in time with her movements.

“Keep on doing that,” she said, as her thrusts became more rapid.

Her brow was studded with beads of sweat as her speed increased to almost a blur. The stimulation was so intense that it took every reserve of my willpower to stop myself from shooting my jizz deep into her cunt. Eventually I had to take hold of her by her hips and stop her from bouncing on my cock.

“I don’t want to come before you do,” I told her. “Let’s slow it down a little.”

With that, I took one of her butt cheeks in each hand and lifted her off me a little, while still keeping the tip of my penis inside her. She leant forward and began nuzzling my neck and planting little kisses on my lips and face, as I spread her cheeks with my hands. Very slowly she gyrated her hips, sending waves of intense pleasure through my cock and balls, but never enough to make me lose my self-control. I took one of my hands away from her bum and put my fingers to her lips, gently prising open her mouth. She sucked and licked my fingers, leaving them wet, while I began tracing the fingers of my other hand up and down the cleft between her buttocks. Initially I stopped short of her anus, but with each downwards movement I got a little closer. Eventually I was touching her arsehole, and each time I did a little shiver convulsed her. Taking my other hand from her mouth, the fingers now sodden with her saliva, I returned it to her arse and placed the tip of my middle finger on her anus. She gave a little gasp. I drew circles around her anus with my finger, occasionally teasing her that I might break the barrier leading into that taboo place.

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We woke abruptly. “What the fuck is going on here,” screamed Jill.

“Get out,” yelled my Dad, jumping up and moving to face Jill. Taking her arm, Dad led her physically out of the bedroom. I pulled the blanket up over my head, wanting to hide, to make the experience go away.

“You fucking asshole! You pervert!” screamed Jill. Her voice grew less audible as Dad took her down the stairs. “Little bitch!” I heard last. I closed my eyes hard, doubling over, locking my knees to my chest. I rocked myself softly. I hummed to myself. Quiet, warmth spread around me under the blanket. Darkness again surrounded me, I drifted to sleep.

Some time during the night, Daddy returned. I woke about 4:00 am, he was with me, his breathing slow, deep. He was deep asleep. I moved over to him, pushing my back side to his front, snuggling close. He stirred slightly, his arm moving over my waist, his hand up my front, draping down by my tits. Safety, security assured, I again drifted off.

I woke, Daddy was still sleeping soundly. We had parted in the past several hours, he turned to his stomach, head facing away from me. I slid quickly, quietly out of the bed. I looked at him. He looked peaceful. My chest swelled, my love for him almost bursting out of my body. I slipped quietly out the door, down the hall to my bathroom. Starting the shower, I took my turn on the pot, and jumped into a hot stream of water. Soon, it was cascading over my body. I moved side to side, allowing it to flow over first one shoulder then the other shoulder, streams of water running down my body. I reached for the shampoo, washing my hair thoroughly. I rinsed my hair, conditioning as I finished. I grabbed my body soap,

My mind raced to our lovemaking. My cunt throbbed, blood rushing to my clit. I squeezed my legs tightly together. My hand holding the soap moved over my tits slowly, tantalizingly. I closed my eyes. My free hand moved down my torso, sliding in the cascading water, over my mound, my slender finger quickly jumping into my sex, raking my fingernail over my swelling clit. Rubbing a nipple hard, I mashed my clit against my body, starting to flick it back and forth. My body responded, a warmth spreading through my core as I flicked my clit back and forth. My now soap free hand was caressing my firm tit flesh, rolling the hard nipples between my fingers. I would slide my finger deep into my crotch, penetrating my hole, sliding my finger deep into my body, slamming my hole, retreating to my clit, and repeating. I fucked myself hard. I lost thought, I lost time, I became lost in my bodies fire, my hips humping my own hand, pressing firmly against my palm as my fingers danced over my clit. My mind projected a massive cock into my crotch with each penetration of my finger. I opened my legs wide, spreading my lips, thrashing my own clit. Both hands now worked my clit hard, with one hand thrusting several fingers into my wet hole, the other pulling, twisting, mashing my clit. My orgasm approached quickly, with the force of a runaway train. I could feel it coming, driving my hands to a frenzy in my crotch. Every fiber of my sex screamed, every nerve afire, every penetration fixed to the cock, the massive Daddy cock invading my hole, driving me to my orgasm. Grunting loudly, I came. My breathing came in gasps as my fingers continued their assault on my clit and cunt. Without slowing my masturbation, my clit jumped to life, another orgasm approaching again. My brain screaming loudly, I came a second time. I slowed my fingers, my hands now softly pressing my mound, my fingers carefully caressing my clit. My breathing began returning to normal. I slumped to a sitting position, the hot water cascading over my body. Turning, I let the spray land directly on my crotch as I leaned back, feeling the glow of sex spread through my body. Regaining all senses, I rose, turned off the shower, jumped out and toweled dry.

I dressed quietly. Heading downstairs, I fixed coffee. I knew Daddy would wake soon, and his first question would be “That coffee ready yet?” I ran out and grabbed the Sunday morning paper, placed it at his place at the table. I went to the family room, turned on the TV to watch Sunday Morning with Charlie, my favorite news show. We always watched it together. This morning however, Daddy slept later than normal. I wondered how long he had been up with Jill. I shook my head, wondering about Jill. I grabbed a cup of coffee, curled up in my place on the couch, and watched the show.

Shortly, Daddy did come down, his hair tussled, sleep combed. One side was almost straight up. I laughed at him as he got his coffee and headed for his chair. “Sit here,” I asked as he approached, patting the space beside me. He did, sliding in beside me. I noted he had on an old favorite pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt, appropriate to get the day started before his shower.

“Hey baby,” he whispered. “You OK?” he queried. “I hope everything is OK with us,” he continued as he leaned my direction, his eyes pleading. I reached to him, my hand caressing the side of his face.

“Daddy, Uzun porno everything is great,” I replied. Unplanned, I leaned to him, kissing him directly on the mouth, lingering, my tongue slipped quickly between my lips, between his, dancing with his tongue. We maintained the kiss longer than I anticipated. Daddy’s hand reached around my head, pulling me close. The kiss was tender, loving, expressive, yearning. Our first kiss was followed by little kisses, playful kisses, lip tugging, and more kisses. We each moaned, our breathing the most noticeable thing about this sequence of kisses. We moved closer, moving our bodies, twisting. Being more nimble, I moved over his legs, straddling him, my crotch planted directly on his lap. As we kissed, I could feel his cock growing under my ass. Suddenly, Daddy pulled back.

“I need a shower Baby,” he stated, pushing me off his lap, jumping up, and heading up stairs. “Start breakfast sweetie,” he asked. “Sausage casserole,” he yelled as he headed upstairs.

I knew this recipe by heart. 1-lb smokie links cut in thirds, 6-eggs beaten, 6-slices of day old bread diced, 2-cups milk, 2-cups shredded colby/jack cheese, shot of mustard, a dash of salt, dash of pepper, mixed thoroughly and poured into the casserole pan, cooked at 400 for 35-45 minutes. Feeds 4-5 easily. We always had leftovers. I never liked the leftovers as much as Dad, but it is good especially the first time. Taking 15-minutes to fix, I dropped it in the oven and sat at the kitchen table to read the newspaper.

Dad finished his shower, and came back down shortly. I was up pouring another cup of coffee as he rounded the corner of the kitchen. I stood tall, giving a great view of my form as he entered the kitchen. “How much time before breakfast is served,” he asked.

“Thirty minutes,” I responded.

“Good,” he replied. He headed directly to his chair at the table. “Baby, come here,” he instructed. Carrying my coffee, I sauntered up to his chair, standing in front of him. Spreading his legs, he reached to pull my body closer. His hands caressed up and down my legs. Nothing was said. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my backside, pulling my body tight against him. Me standing, him in his chair, my crotch was way below his mouth. Bending over, grasping my ass cheeks, Dad pulled my crotch to his mouth, kissing my clothes, blowing warm air into my crotch through my shorts. His hands slid up, his fingers grazing under my shorts, running over my panties, pulling me forward. I raised a foot to his chair, slipping it beside his thigh, opening my legs wide, opening my crotch to him. My hand caressed his shoulder, the other one running my fingers through his thinning hair. His mouth found my mound, moving down, his tongue tracing my slit, pushing the material firmly against my sex. I groaned appreciatively.

Pushing my leg down, leaning back, his hands grabbed my waist band, pulling the shorts down in one easy motion. A second pass, he removed my panties. My furry mound was now naked to his gaze, his mouth, his tongue approached me. I arched forward, wanting him to taste me. Clean, freshly washed, I knew I would taste great. I placed my foot back on the edge of his chair as his tongue slipped just slightly into my folds, pressing on my clit. My hips jumped into his face involuntarily. He pulled back.

“Here’s the plan,” he stated. “I want a snack before breakfast,” he continued. Reaching back to the table, he patted his place at the table. “I want your ass right here,” he said. He moved to turn his chair around. He gave me room to slide along the table. It was cold on my bare ass, but I moved directly in front of him. “Up,” he commanded softly. I moved to sit on the table. “Lay down Baby,” he instructed. He directed my legs, placing them on the sides of his head, supported by the arms of the chair. He moved close to the table, sliding between my spread legs. Leaning forward, he inhaled deeply, and growled. His head turned, he nipped the flesh of my thigh softly, kissing along the leg, moving painfully slow up my thigh toward my crotch. At the top of my leg, he pulled back, and moved low on the other thigh, and repeated his march toward my cunt. As he got closer, his tongue reached out, thrashed one side of my lips back and forth, moved top to bottom without really penetrating me, and moved to the other lip, repeating his teasing.

My ass flexed repeatedly, lifting my crotch up, trying to capture his tongue in my slit. My body was now burning with desire. My cunt was flooding, my senses focused on my crotch. He stretched his arms up under my legs, lifting them, around my hips to the front of my body, pulling my body toward the edge of the table. Groaning, he pulled my cunt firmly against his mouth. He sucked my clit deep into his mouth without any teasing, any additional foreplay at all, just sucked the fucking thing into his mouth hard and fast. A grunt scream escaped my lips as I humped my pussy into his face. He thrashed my clit, holding it between his teeth, nipping at Öğrenci porno the flesh, his tongue grinding it hard against the inside of his teeth, back and forth. His head turned side to side quickly, pulling, stretching my clit hard, his mouth pressing hard against my sex. Such direct, focused thrashing of my clit lifted my orgasm immediately, driving me hard toward blowing my goods quickly. My hands helped lift my crotch, almost pushing my cunt into his mouth. I was gasping for breath. I arched, tilted my hips, wanting him to eat me, wanting to cum on his mouth.

“Oh God Daddy,” I whispered. I was lost. No thought, just desire forced my body forward. I grunted, groaned deeply. I clamped my legs over his back, pulling his body tighter into my crotch, driving his face firmly into my cunt. He continued his assault on my clit. “Yes,” I grunted over and over.

I raced to my orgasm, running hard and fast headlong into his assault on my clit. Within minutes, my body screamed for climax. My cunt drove all thought. I reacted, humping, driving my body against his mouth, his tongue. He licked up and down my slit, reaming my hole, forcing his tongue deep, then licking back to my clit, sucking it into his mouth again. This was repeated many, many times over the next 20-minutes. My body tensed, my hips arched, my ass lifted up from the table. Arching high, breath held, I came. My hips thrust up and down hard, grinding each inch of tongue into my hole, each nip of my clit. Arching, holding high one more time, my body exploded into a second orgasm as big as the first. I screamed, my hips dropping flat on the table. I had to reach and push him away from my cunt. My clit was too sensitive to have him eat me anymore. I squeezed his head with my thighs.

He stood quickly, grabbed his rigid cock, pressed against my soaked slit, pulled the head up and down between my soft lips, found my wet hole, and pushed forward hard. His cock exploded into my body, my wet tunnel opening, grabbing, and sucking his massive cock into my sheath. He lifted my legs vertical, his hips thrusting hard against me, our flesh slapping with each thrust of his body.

Grabbing my thighs, Daddy slammed my cunt hard, driving, thrusting his monster cock into my tight pussy. I reached to my tits, tugging on the hard nipples, twisting, pulling, rolling the nipples hard. Daddy continued his piston approach to fucking me, slamming repeatedly in, out of my wet cunt. His balls slapped my ass with each thrust, the flesh against flesh slapping noise filling the kitchen. I glanced at the clock. Daddy grunted hard. “Oh fuck!” he shouted. He pulled me hard against his probing cock, holding deep in my body. I could feel his cock spasm, explode, filling me with several spurts of creamy cum. I ground my hips, humping his buried cock. His face was a mass of frowns, almost grimace like I thought. I hoped it felt as good to him as it felt to me. With a loud gasp, he began breathing again. Slowly, he pulled his cock out, almost exposing the head, then pushed slowly back in my body. He repeated slowly several times. I could feel his cock deflating with each stroke. One more time, he pushed tight against me, humping hard, driving his flaccid cock deep again. Leaning over me, he kissed my chest, his tongue dancing over my tits. Standing, he watched our crotches as he pulled his limp cock out of my drenched cunt. Leaning quickly, he pulled his shorts up, turned to the stove. Moving quickly, he took the casserole out of the oven. I moved to clasp my legs together, enjoying the feeling of my freshly fucked body.

“Come on babe,” he said. “Breakfast will get cold,” he continued. I moved to sit up on the table. “Damn good appetizer,” he quipped. “Damn good!”

I pulled myself off the table. Daddy did not hesitate. He slid into his chair, and started his breakfast, sliding my plate to my place for me. As I bent to pull my shorts up, Dad smacked my naked cheek softly. Standing, turning to face him, he just grinned ear to ear. I slid into my chair. “I loved the appetizer myself,” I said under my breath. I grinned at Daddy. He glanced my way as he shoved another bite into his mouth.

“Eat, you will need your strength later,” he volunteered. I had no idea what he was talking about. I sat, my cunt throbbing, with twinges of my orgasms causing my muscles to spasm every once in awhile. I would squirm in my chair, pressing my crotch down, feeling the spasms, enjoying. Each caused small groans in my body. God I wanted Daddy again. I watched him as he ate. Who would have guessed I fucked my Daddy? I wanted to scream how happy I was. I wanted to tell Daddy how good he made me feel. He glanced my way, caught me watching him. “Eat goofball,” he said pointing at my food.

“I love you so much Daddy,” I whispered huskily.

Daddy grunted, a broad smile crossing his face. “I love you too Baby,” he responded. We finished breakfast quickly. “Let’s skip church today sweetie,” Daddy commented as we loaded the dishwasher. “I want to go shopping,” he continued. “We will leave about noon,” he finished.

I went to my room, picking out clothes that would show my form in good taste. I wanted Daddy to look at me all day, to cause his mind to flashback, to cause a lust in his groin. I wanted him thinking with his little brain.

We walked around the mall for a little bit before Dad headed directly to the nation’s most well known sexy night wear store. We strolled down the aisles, finding a variety of sleep wear that was very seductive. Dad picked out several outfits in varied colors that were in my size. I loved them. I could not wait to get back home and try the night gowns on. They would make me feel very sexy.

As we arrived home, Daddy asked that I take the night wear to my room, and try on the dark blue baby doll outfit. I was off in a shot. I laid the outfits on my bed, looking at each in detail. I stripped out of my clothes in a flash, grabbed the dark blue one, and slid my body into the soft material. The bottoms fit terrifically, form fitting my ass snugly. I caressed around my ass, my fingers feeling the material. I sucked in my tummy slightly as my fingers slid over my mound. 18-years old, a firm and taunt core, my abs almost rippled as I sucked my tummy in. I glanced in my full length mirror, spinning my body back and forth. I looked good! The bra was a tiny bit large. My B-cups were firm, nipples pointing up, very perky came to mind. But the bra did not force flesh to be pumped up out of the top. I still looked good! One more turn, lifting the back, I leaned over slightly, getting a good look at my ass. I ran to my closet, getting some high heels. Putting them on, I walked to the mirror, spun, leaned over again. My ass presented fantastically, my legs long, taunt. I could see the outline of my lips between my legs. I needed to get down stairs to Daddy before I soaked the crotch.

“Daddy,” I called as I reached the top of the stairs. Just several seconds passed, he stood at the bottom of the stairs. I strutted down the stairs carefully, each step crossing in front of the prior step, sauntering, slowly making my way down the 15-steps. “You like?” I asked.

“Yes,” Daddy drew out the word, making it many letters long. On the bottom step, I reached to the hand rail, swung a leg out, spun my body around, showing the view from my backside. I glanced back at my father. He stood watching, his eyes glued to my ass. Why, I don’t know, I widened my feet, and bent very slowly at the waist. My free hand reached to my thigh, sliding down my leg as I bent over. The top of my nightgown slid up my ass, exposing the brief panties, showing more cheeks than material. Dad was mesmerized. I arched my back, placed my hand on the steps in front of me and rocked my hips. I glanced around my legs, watching Daddy. He reached out to my legs, my ass. His hand flattened on my flesh, slowly sliding up, over my ass. I rocked under his hand. He stepped to me, his hands now taking my hips bones. Slightly bending at the knees, I moved my ass directly in front of his crotch. Daddy moved quickly to pull me flush against his body. His hips thrust against me playfully. My ass was too high. I reached to remove my high heels, kicking them off. Now my ass was directly aligned with him without requiring me to bend my knees. I could feel his cock under his shorts as he slid his crotch back and forth against me. “Yes Baby,” he growled under his breath.

Daddy’s hand slid down the curve of my ass, sliding between our bodies slowly, softly. His fingers traced along the edge of my panties, sliding underneath as his hand moved toward my crack. I felt his fingertips wiggle to slip between my wet lips. I groaned as his fingers moved deeper between my legs, coating each finger to the first knuckle. His hand flattened in my slit, he edge of his index finger running over my clit, mashing it against my body. Extending his thumb, he shoved it instantly into my hole, driving it deep with his first thrust. Closing his hand, he was able to extract his thumb slightly, and drive deep instantly. He ravaged my hole, hammering his thumb deep repeatedly. His hand roughly mashed my lips flat as he massaged my clit. I grabbed the steps, bent my legs slightly, spreading my thighs to allow deeper penetration. Daddy’s free hand grabbed the waistband of my panties, pulled hard and literally pulled the material from my body, sliding it down my legs. I kicked the panties free of my feet. Daddy roughly spread the cheeks of my ass, sliding his hand up my backside.

Coated, the tip of his thumb rolled over my tight hole, my sphincter puckering against the intruder. Leaning down, Daddy slipped two fingers into my cunt, driving them deep in my body. As he thrust in my pussy, his thumb pressed forward hard, popping through the tight ring to slide into my virgin ass. His penetration was swift, driving hard in and out of my ass. Within seconds, his thumb was totally buried in my ass, his fingers lodged deep in my cunt as well. I could feel him squeezing his digits together, pinching the membrane between the holes. Thrusting in and out fast, hard, he hammered my body. I could not breathe. I had to brace myself against the assault of my body. But it felt so damn good. My body responded, filling me with a need scream, grunt, and push my body back on his intruders.

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My daughter Amanda and her high school friends decided on a retro look for themselves. Although Amanda and most of her friends were eighteen they wanted to look younger. Amanda had let her blonde hair grow down almost to her ass. Amanda was almost six feet tall and she looked the part of being a young girl. She barely had any breasts and she had narrow hips.

Amanda also liked to go around the house wearing tight shirts and shorts. I had to avoid staring most days. My wife was not happy seeing my daughter dress like this, but we had told Amanda that when she reached eighteen she could start making her own choices. Part of my problem was that my wife had lost interest in having sex. We probably hadn’t made love in almost a year. It was hard not to look at my daughter these days.

It was early one Saturday morning. My wife had left the house to go on a shopping trip with her friends. I had decided I would clean up the garage that day. I was just starting to clean off the work bench in the garage when I heard the door going into the house open. Amanda walked into the garage with her usual outfit on. Her small nipples were showing through her shirt and I thought I could see camel toe pressing out of her shorts.

“Do you want some help Dad?’ Amanda asked.

I told her she could help me clean off the tool bench. We hadn’t been working for a few minutes when Amanda popped her question to me.

“Are you angry at Mom?”

Not angry, I told her. I was honest and told her that my wife wasn’t interested in sex these days. Amanda had said she knew something was going on, but she wanted to be sure.

“You know I love you Dad,” she told me.

I said I knew she loved me and I continued my cleaning chores. Amanda then walked over to me and put her arms Uzun porno around my neck. She leaned in and I thought she was going to give me a peck on the cheek. She ended up planting her lips on my mouth. I was taken by surprise, to be honest. It was a deep erotic kiss and I could feel my dick stirring inside my pants.

Amanda finally pulled back and started to shed her clothes. Thankfully the garage door was still closed. I finally got to see my daughter naked before me. Her small nipples were hard and her pubic bush was trimmed way down. She also shocked me by her blond pubic bush. Amanda went over to the work bench and climbed up onto it. She spread her legs and let me see her pussy lips.

I guess I was speechless at first. Amanda was offering herself to me. I paused for just a brief moment. This was wrong and I knew it, but I couldn’t resist. I pulled my pants and underwear off exposing my cock. I had to have Amanda, that was all there was to it. I went over to the bench and positioned my cockhead directly in front of my daughter’s wet opening and I push my mushroom past her folds.

I was getting resistance as I tried to enter her. The light bulb went off and I realized Amanda was still a virgin.

“I have been saving myself for you Dad,” she told me.

Here I was with my naked daughter, I was going to take her virginity in the garage. I kept pushing in and out until I finally broke through. I looked down and saw a dribble of blood at her opening. Her pussy was so tight. I slowly pushed into her. Amanda let out this moan. I eventually buried my dick all the way inside my daughter’s pussy. I took her for the first time.

I drove my hips into her pubic mound. Amanda had a tight grip on my dick.

“God, it’s Öğrenci porno so big Dad!”

My dick is maybe six inches in length, but it very thick and fat. I knew I was stretching my daughter’s pussy to take my fat rod. I went faster, sliding my prick into the bottom of her love tunnel. We were going at it fast and hard now. I must have fucked Amanda for almost a half hour or so when I felt my nuts starting to pinch.

“I better pull out,” I told her.

“No, don’t pull out Daddy,” she cried out.

There was no way my virgin daughter was on the pill and I was taking her with my bare cock. I just couldn’t bring myself to pull out now. I stroked her pussy a few more times and then I erupted. I could feel her pussy muscles gripping me as I poured my hot load deep into her belly. I had a large load stored up from no sex with my wife.

I dumped my hot cream in Amanda’s belly that morning. I kept feeding her my cock until I felt like I was empty. I stopped stroking and let Amanda squeeze her muscles to get the last of my cum from my dick. I finally went soft and pulled out of my daughter. Amanda stepped down to the floor. Her legs were shaking as she took some paper towels and cleaned herself up. Amanda picked up her clothes and walked back into the house.

I finally came out of my daze and pulled my pants and underwear on. I walked back into the house. I didn’t see Amanda so I walked down the hallway. Amanda was sitting naked on the edge of her bed.

“I wanted that for a long time Dad,” she said to me.

I knew I was going to have sex again with my daughter. I quickly got out of my clothes and stood in front of Amanda. She reached out with her hand and brought my dick to her mouth. Amanda started to lick the head of my cock with her tongue. I didn’t think I could get hard again so quickly, but I was wrong. A few minutes of that and my staff was hard once more.

Amanda finally stopped and got onto her back. I got up onto the bed and I spread her creamy thighs apart. I positioned my dick once more and I entered my daughter. This time I lifted her legs up and pushed them towards her chest. There was no more resistance this time. I slid my dick in the whole way and started to fuck Amanda a second time. Amanda was pushing back every time I thrust into her pussy. Her muscles were gripping me just as tightly as in the garage.

I took my daughter hard there on the bed. I had to have Amanda. All those pent up feelings came out there in my daughter’s bed. I fed her my cock for over an hour that morning. I eventually let go of her legs and I flipped her over so she was on top of me. I reached out with my fingers and was pinching her erect nipples. That got Amanda so worked up. I drove my dick up into her pussy and I shot another load of my cum into her belly.

I normally can’t cum so quickly, but Amanda had me so worked up that day. We ended up in the shower and I fucked Amanda one more time as the water poured over our naked bodies. Amanda placed her hands on the shower wall and I entered her from behind. Every time I thrust into her tight womb I could see her rise up onto her toes. I didn’t cum that time in the shower, but I could feel Amanda’s pussy going into spasms. God, did she crave cock that day.

We got cleaned up and dressed as my wife finally got home from her shopping trip.

“Did you two behave yourselves?” My wife Lisa had asked.

I think my face went red as I told her we got the garage cleaned up. There were no opportunities for Amanda and I to have sex the next few days. My wife was always nearby. I am now waiting for my wife to leave the house or go shopping again. Hopefully it won’t be long until I can have my daughter in bed one more time.

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Daughter Sucks Dad’s Cock, Ch. 01

Taking her deceased mother’s place, Wendy willingly and consensually has sex with her father.

A sad and stressful time for my family, after a long and painful illness, my Mom, Elenore, finally succumbed to breast cancer three months ago. Dead within six months of her initial diagnosis, she went from Chemo therapy and radiation in a hospital to being neglected and not being cared for in a nursing home. Hospice gave her the very best care before she finally rested in peace.

“May God bless her soul,” said Wendy anointing herself and saying a silent prayer. “Amen. I love you, Mom. I miss you,” said Wendy blowing a kiss to the ceiling as if her mother was there looking down at her from Heaven while watching over her.

As soon as she said, I love you, Mom, overwhelmed with remorse, she felt horribly guilty. She felt as if she had betrayed her mother and abused her advice and detailed instructions on how to give better blowjobs. With her mother barely dead for 90-days, Wendy was already having an incestuous, sexual affair with her father. She had already sucked her father’s prick, allowed him to cum in her mouth, and allowed him to give her a cum bath.

‘What kind of loving daughter am I to have sex with my father after my mother died,’ she thought with guilt, embarrassment, and shame.

How dare she have sex with her father? How could she allow him to touch and feel her through her nightgown while unbuttoning her nightgown? Why would she allow him to have his wicked, sexual way with her big while she stroked his cock and sucked his cock?

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Yet, no one’s fault, with her and her father lonely, horny, and grieving, and with neither of them having had a good night’s sleep in days, not thinking clearly, it just happened. One night when they were both weak, exhausted, horny, and vulnerable, one night when they were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie, their cuddling went a little too far. Her father’s cuddling turned to touching and feeling his daughter in places where he should never touch and feel his daughter.

Yet, how can something that feels so good be so wrong? How can something that feels so right be so forbidden? So, what? With them both adults, they had consensual sex. With everything feeling better the next morning, they finally had a good night’s sleep. When neither of them not eating and losing weight, she cooked her Dad a big breakfast and they gorged themselves on pancakes, bacon, eggs, and coffee before going back to bed to have forbidden sex again.

Easing her guilty conscience, Wendy knew that her mother would be happy that her husband finally found comfort, even sexual comfort, albeit in his daughter’s arms, and in Wendy’s mouth. Instead of finding sexual comfort between the legs of one of those gold-digging whores, who Elenore considered to be her best and closest friends, she’d be glad that Wendy was emotionally, physically, and even sexually there for her father.

“I love you, Daddy,” said Wendy after wiping her father’s cum from her face, her hair, and her naked breasts with tissues.

Her father stuffed his semi-erect prick back in his pajama bottoms while staring at his daughter’s big, naked breasts. Hard to believe and something unexpected, his daughter gave him a blowjob while cuddling with him on the couch and watching a movie. Yet, cuddling on the couch while watching a movie and having sex was something that he did with his wife every night. Now with his daughter such a good cocksucker, as good at sucking cock as her mother, he ejaculated his cum in her mouth.

“Oh, Daddy,” said Wendy when her father ejaculated a load of cum in her mouth.

Then, before she could pull away, in shocked surprise, he ejaculated a second load all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts. Having not had sex since his wife died, in the way that he routinely did with his wife, he gave his daughter a huge cum bath.

“Oh, my God, Daddy. You have so very much cum,” said Wendy.

Perhaps, now, that her father had much needed sex, he’d finally sleep and get some much-needed rest. Perhaps, now, after breaking the incestuous ice, his daughter would replace his wife and have sex with him again.

“I love you, Wendy,” he said talking to her naked tits.

She Avrupalı porno smiled at him with love and sexual affection in the way that his wife used to smile at him with love and sexual affection.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said again while staring at his naked prick as she continued slowly stroking his naked dick.

# # #

Besides, something her mother and her friends discussed in great, sexual, and graphic detail whenever they played bridge and drinking, none of her bitchy, bloodsucking, affluently wealthy friends sucked cock. Hard to believe but none of them, not one of them, gave blowjobs. Even though they played the sexy sexual part by dressing seductively, flirting with and sexually teasing men, none of her sexy, shapely, and attractive friends ever had a cock in their mouths.

Hard to believe but they never blew a man. Difficult to comprehend but they never allowed a man to ejaculate his cum in their mouths. They’ve never had a cum bath. No wonder why they’re all divorced from their husbands. They never gave their men what they wanted. They never gave them oral sex.

“Can you imagine that? None of those selfish, money grubbing bitches have ever given a blowjob. After I die, don’t let any of those conniving women get their claws in your father,” said Elenore to her daughter. “They’d ruin him. After spending all of his money, they’d divorce him.”

Her anger subsided when she looked lovingly at her daughter. Obviously, seeing her in herself, they looked so very much alike. They could have done one of those Dove soap commercials where people think that they’re sisters instead of mother and daughter.

“Trust me because I know. All of those women are just out for what they can get. None of those women will make your father sexually happy. None of those women ever had a cock in their mouths. Shocking but true, none of those women allowed a man to ejaculate his cum in their mouths. None of those women had ever received a cum bath,” said Elenore while sexually confiding in her daughter.

Wendy laughed.

“They don’t know what they’re missing by not sucking cock, Mom,” said Wendy. “Unlike women who only look good on the surface but who can’t produce the goods, a woman who knows how to give a good blowjob will always have control over her man.”

Elenore nodded her head in agreement.

“After I’m gone, you must promise me to keep those women away from your father,” said her mother. “I don’t want any of those gold-diggers hooking up with him.”

Ready to protect her father from those conniving women, gold-digging women, Wendy nodded her promise to her mother.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll protect Daddy from them,” she said. “I won’t allow any of them near him.”

If only she knew then that she’d be having sex with her father soon while dressed as her mother, she’d never believe it. Wendy wondered what her mother would say if she knew that they were having incestuous, sexual affair. Hoping that she wouldn’t be angry, barely, three months after her death, she wondered if her mother would be okay with them finding solace in each other’s arms and sexual comfort in her mouth.

Now that they actually went through with having incestuous sex, they were both happy cuddling and sleeping together while continuing to have illicit sex. If nothing else, instead of him missing his wife and not sleeping, with him dead to the world after having had sex with his daughter, her father slept like a baby. In the way that her mother did with her husband, now her daughter did with her father.

Every night they cuddled on the couch while watching a movie. Every night before they fell asleep on couch, they had had sex. Every night, in the same way that her mother did with her husband before her death, Wendy blew her father. Every night, her Dad ejaculated his cum in her mouth and all over her face. Every night her father gave his daughter a cum bath.

“Oh, my God, Daddy. You have so very much cum,” said Wendy laughing while scooping her father’s cum from her face and licking her fingers clean.

# # #

Truly, an odd conversation for a mother to have had with her daughter about sucking cock and a daughter to have had with her mother about giving blowjobs, nevertheless, they were both admitted cocksuckers Video porno and great cocksuckers at that. Years ago, when Wendy started dating and having sex, her way of keeping her daughter from becoming pregnant, Elenore gave her daughter detailed instructions on how to give better blowjobs. Like mother like daughter, now her daughter loved sucking her father’s cock as much as her mother loved sucking her husband’s prick when she was alive.

Something that Elenore’s friends admitted that they never did and would never do with their husbands, Wendy’s mother sucked her father’s cock nearly every night when they were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie. Perhaps, had her friends sucked cock and given their husbands regular blowjobs, they wouldn’t be their ex-husbands now, and they’d still be married to them. Much different from women who never gave a blowjob, whether sexually satisfying a man with their hands, their mouths, or their pussies, Elenore and Wendy considered oral sex a big part of sex.

Once a cocksucker always a cocksucker. Wendy followed in her mother’s footsteps by loving to suck her boyfriend’s pricks. Starting with her prom night when she was 18-years-old, not shy, modest, or sexually reserved, she sucked the cock of nearly every man she dated. Something that most 18-year-old women didn’t do, she had oral sex with the men she liked. She’d allow the men that she hoped to see again to cum in her mouth. Not stopping there, she’d swallow them and even allow them to give her a cum bath.

“Cum in my mouth,” said Wendy to a man she was dating. “I want you to cum in my mouth. Then, after you cum in my mouth, I want you to give me a cum bath. I want you to cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts.”

Sometimes, as odd as it may sound, Wendy would rather give a hand job to a man she didn’t like and didn’t want to see again, instead of giving him a goodnight, French kiss and/or making out with him. As far as she was concerned French kisses were much more personal than were hand jobs, and sometimes even more personal than blowjobs, especially when not allowing them to cum in her mouth. To her, allowing a man to part her lips with their tongue and stick their tongue in her mouth was more invading than allowing him to stick his cock in her mouth.

“I can’t imagine not sucking cock, Mother. I can’t imagine not giving blowjobs. The first man I sucked was my 19-year-old prom date when I was 18-years-old. He couldn’t believe it when I allowed him to cum in my mouth and I swallowed his cum,” said Wendy with a dirty laugh. “Totally surprising him, he was shocked when I wanted him to cum again to give me a cum bath.”

Wendy looked at her mother with appreciation after she taught her all that she knows about cocksucking and giving blowjobs while Elenore looked at her daughter with pride.

“Admittedly, disgusted by having a man’s dick in their mouths, my dear friends all cringed at the thought of giving blowjobs,” said Elenore. “Unless they were stripped naked and forced by home invaders, they would never suck anyone’s cock. They never understood why I loved sucking cock so much. They never understood why I loved it when a man ejaculated his cum in my mouth. Obviously, they never enjoyed sucking cock,” said Wendy’s mother. “Clearly, they didn’t love their husbands enough to suck their pricks, allow them to cum in their mouths, and give them a cum bath.”

With them both on the same page regarding giving blowjobs and allowing men to cum in their mouths, she smiled at her daughter. Obviously, Elenore was proud of her daughter. She was glad that she wasn’t like any of her selfish and self-centered friends. Yet, Wendy wondered how she’d feel about her now after taking her place and sexually taking up with her father. Would she be happy that her husband wasn’t with one of her friends but was being cared for and sexually satisfied by their daughter?

# # #

“I tried to explain the feelings of sexual pleasure that I receive when controlling a man with my hand and, especially, with my mouth,” said Elenore. “Yet, they looked at me as if I was crazy. Disgusted by the thought of a man’s prick in their mouths, they didn’t even want to hear it.”

Her mother sipped her wine while confiding in her daughter about her holier than thou, sexually frigid, and virginal friends. An unfair exchange, all of them married for money but instead of giving their men what they wanted, sex, they gave them their unpaid, charge card bills. Instead of giving them sex, while hoping that their husbands would take lovers and they could divorce them, they gave him their nasty attitudes.

Seemingly, only having sex in the beginning to get what they wanted, money, they all hate having sex. Obviously, they truly don’t love the men they married. Sadly, and undeniably, they had sexual intercourse to entrap their man. Then, once they had his baby, and got what they wanted, they stopped having sex,” said Elenore. “Is it any wonder why all of their marriages ended in bitter divorce?”

Much different from those women, like mother like daughter, she knew that Wendy sucked cock because they had that mother and daughter sexual talk years ago. With them open and honest in their mother and daughter sexual discussions, she knew that her daughter loved sucking pricks as much as she loved sucking pricks. A natural aphrodisiac, albeit an acquired taste, like mother like daughter, Elenore knew that her daughter loved the taste of cum as much as she loved the taste of cum.

“Because of you, I love sucking cock, Mom. There’s something special about getting a man off by stroking him and sucking him. Then, when he ejaculates his cum in my mouth, I take that as a compliment for a blowjob well done. Finally, always a nice surprise, when I release his prick from my lips, I love it when he ejaculates a second load of cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts,” said Wendy while relaxing with a glass of wine with her mother.

Elenore smiled lovingly at her daughter.

“I assume you’re using that oral sex, cum bath technique that I taught you,” said Elenore.

Wendy returned her mother’s loving smile with her loving smile.

“Of course, I am, Mother,” she said. “Thank you for teaching me that. I never met a man who didn’t like that special, oral sex talent.”

Even though her daughter admitted that she was using her mother’s oral sex technique, and with her not having much longer to live, less she forget, Elenore felt compelled to reiterated her sexual instructions regarding giving men better blowjobs.

“When sucking a man, after he cums in your mouth, especially when he hasn’t already ejaculated a second time yet, you must continue sucking him while licking him clean. Using your mouth as if your lips are your hand, apply firm pressure to both sides of his cock with your lips,” said Elenore.

Wendy nodded her head.

“I know all of this mother. You told me and I use your technique when giving a blowjob,” said Wendy.

Ignoring her daughter, her mother continued with her oral sex instruction.

“When applying additional pressure to the sides of his cock with your lips and to the head of his cock with your tongue is like shaking a champagne bottle,” said Elenore. “As if his cock is a volcano that’s about to blow, you’ll know if you’re doing it correctly when you feel his prick throb and pulsate in your mouth.”

Wendy patted her mother’s hand.

“I know that Mother and thank you for teaching me how to give a better blowjob,” said Wendy obviously grateful to her mother’s tutelage in instructing her on how to be a better cocksucker.

Clearly, thinking it that important enough to reiterate her instructions, and not wanting her daughter to forget her last oral sex instructions after she was gone, she continued repeating all that she told her daughter.

“Then, when you finally release him from your mouth, he’ll explode a second load of cum and give you a much deserved cum bath,” said Elenore with a dirty laugh. “All men love women who suck cock. All men love cumming in a woman’s mouth. All men love women who swallow. It’s really not a blowjob, unless a man cums in your mouth and you swallow his cum. All men love giving women cum baths.”

If only her mother knew that she was giving her daughter instructions on how to blow her father. If only her mother knew that soon, Wendy would be sucking her father’s prick. She couldn’t help but wonder if her mother would have been as forthcoming with her blowjob and cum bath instructions if she knew that her husband would be cumming in his daughter’s mouth and all over her face. Then, again, maybe her mother wanted her daughter to take her place. Maybe, she wanted them to have sex after she was gone.

To be continued…

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The semester was over, and it was early May. I was bored and somewhat lonely. One day, I decided to make a trip to this bank where someone I knew worked. Her name was Nancy, she was probably in her late forties to early fifties. My mother used to work with her years ago at the bank, but both went off to different branches and haven’t kept in touch as often as before. I’ve always thought she was sexy, so I figured I’d go over there and say hello. She was the manager of this bank that was in the next town, since she was no longer working at my local bank. I knew her son was around my age and knew she had a grown daughter who was married with a family.

When I got there, I had a deposit slip, as I needed an excuse why I was there in case she asked. I looked around and saw her in her office from a distance. She shortly got up and walked out of her office. And after seeing her in her business suit and high heels, it just blew me away, she had the same short blonde hair like she’s always had, pouty lips, I have to say she looked even better than the last time I saw her. Her body seemed to be in better shape, she appeared to have lost some weight. She saw me and immediately recognized me, and smiled. She walked over to me with her heels clicking. She looked sexy but professional at the same time, which is always a turn on, especially if they’re older women.

“How’s the family, Mark?” she asked with a smile.

“They’re great. How’s yours?” I replied (I couldn’t keep my eyes off her).

Our conversation was brief, since she was usually very busy. I told her what I was doing in school and said that I happened to be in the area. She was always outgoing and talkative, unlike her husband who never said a word. he seemed like the most boring person, I didn’t see fireworks in that marriage, so I was willing to bet she wasn’t getting any from hubby.

I went straight home after that, and as soon as I got home from the bank, I ended up masturbating to her; and imagined what it would be like fucking the shit out of her.

A couple of weeks went by as I was busy with finding a summer job with no luck. I tried not thinking of Nancy, but the temptation of hooking up with her was hard Uzun porno to resist thinking about. Yes she was friends with my mother, but I thought it was worth a try.

I eventually drove over to the bank again, but this time she wasn’t there. I went again another time, and she wasn’t there at that time either. I came across her email on the website of the bank she worked. I was reluctant to email her out of the blue, but I decided to email her anyways and see what kind of a response I get. it was worth the try. She replied to me not too long after I sent it, and was pretty casual about it. I felt like, that’s a good sign, now all I had to do was to get her into seeing me outside of her work.

We exchanged a few emails back and forth, mostly casual conversation, and I eventually asked her to lunch and she agreed to it. We agreed to meet at some cafe downtown during the day that same week. She was wearing her business suit, as she was taking a break from work. After we made small talk, I told her that the real reason I wanted to have lunch with her, is because I was always attracted to her. She looked a little shocked, but flattered at the same time. She was taking an interest in what I had to say. She had a big smile on her face, and took it pretty well. She looked a little taken back by what I said, but seemed to be flattered. She didn’t set me straight, which she would have if she did not like what I said. So at that point I was so excited and content with her reaction, but I did my best to play it cool. When we finished lunch, we exchanged cell phone numbers and I told her that I would like to see her again. She said she would like to see me again soon also. She told me she would let me know what day would work for another get together. I was pretty happy with how things went, now I had to wait for her call.

A couple of weeks went by without hearing a word from her. I figured she was too busy or had forgotten about everything. I went about my business and was hopeful she’d remember that the offer was still there.

A few days later, I get a phone call from her, and she asked me if I was available this week. she wanted me to help her move some Öğrenci porno stuff out of her attic, since her husband was on a business trip and didn’t have anyone else to help. Of course said I was available, and not knowing what to expect I agreed to swing by and help her move things.

Later that week, I drove over to her house and we joked and had some conversation and she showed me what I had to move. I wore my tank top and shorts, and she was wearing a low cut top that really showed her ample breasts which was the most revealing I’ve seen her in clothes. She wore some jeans, and some heels. I got a better look of how fit her body was, I asked her if she worked out and told her how great she looked. She smiled and thanked me for noticing, She liked the way my biceps looked and said that I looked good. She told me to move all the furniture from the attic to the living room. She had some work to do on the computer.

After an hour of moving some stuff, she called me over to take a look at her computer and see if I could see why it wasn’t working. I sat down as she stood over me. She then put her hand on my shoulder and was asking me questions about the computer. She then had both hands on my shoulders, and told me how broad and strong they were. I complemented her as well, and told her how great she looked and how her workouts have paid off. She definitely ate that up, as most women do. She thanked me for coming over and mentioned how her husband would not be coming home anytime soon. I then turned in my seat to face her as and grabbed her waist and pulled her toward me. I lifted her shirt and started kissing her stomach. She leaned over and kissed me, and my cock started to get hard very quickly. Our mouths open with her tongue touching mine and she placed her hand on my bulge and started rubbing my hard dick through my shorts. I stood up and we embraced for a more passionate kiss, and I started cupping her breasts and feeling how soft they were and her nipples got erect. She led me into the bedroom as I laid her down and continued kissing and I had my hand under shirt squeezing her tits. She removed my pants and grabbed my hard cock with the ring still on her finger. For some reason, her ring being on her finger was a turn on. She took me in her mouth and moaned as she enjoyed slurping my hard cock and began to lick my balls and the head with her tongue. She was definitely experienced in this area. I told her how good she was, and how I loved her mouth on my cock. She stood up and I removed her top and went for her big tits, and started sucking on her nipples. She then got on the bed and I removed her jeans and her thong as I began kissing her inner thighs and began licking her wet pussy. She moaned as her clit got more visible to the point where I was sucking on it and had two fingers in her twat.I was surprised how tight she was. I continued licking her clit for the next few minutes. She had her legs spread wide open for me as I was making her cum. I could have eaten that pussy all day, just listening to her cum was so hot.

“I want you inside me, Mark” she said.

I got on top of her with her legs spread open, and inserted my hard cock inside her vagina and began thrusting slowly. She eventually told me to go harder and I did. Her moans got louder as I was going deep inside her pussy.

“Fuck me harder Mark. Fuck me” She said.

After her second orgasm, I then pulled out and got her turn over and on her knees. With her nice big ass now facing me, I took my hard cock, wet with her juices and inserted it into her wet vagina. I started to go deep into her pussy and her moans began again. As I pumping her from behind, I had my hands on her hips as I turned my head to my right and looked at myself in the bedroom mirror watching me go in and out of her.

“Where do you want it, Nancy?” I asked.

“I want you to cum on my tits, Mark”, she said to me while I was still inside of her.

I pulled out of her vagina and she turned and got on her knees and I began stroking my cock and began shooting nice streams of semen onto her breasts and took some and put it on her tongue and tasted my cum.

“Mark, I never thought I’d be doing this with you”, Nancy said.

“Me neither”, I said.

“You felt sooo good inside of me. I’ve never been fucked like that before” she said.

We both agreed to continue seeing each other when possible, as long as I was discreet (No problem there) I still get to hook up with her now and then. She needed me to fill the void in her marriage, and I was happy to oblige.

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This was during the time we had rented an apartment in town while our farmhouse was under construction. Early morning, around 7:30, I was on the landing with a neighbour who had an apartment on the same floor. We were talking about how the construction was progressing when a young girl walked down the stairs holding the hand of her younger brother. She had a small plate in her hand that had some chocolates in it.

As she reached our landing, this neighbour hailed her and she wished him.

Addressing the neighbour she said, “It’s my brother’s birthday today.” Both of us wished the youngster and seeing me, he hid behind his sister, clutching her skirt. The girl, who seemed about 14 or 15 to me, turned towards me and pushed her chest out. It seemed like she did it inadvertently. I called him out but he hesitated. His sister admonished him and he reluctantly took my hand to shake.

The girl, who later I came to know was Pooja, offered a chocolate to me. Again, she pushed her chest out. I looked into her eyes and she looked back blatantly. She may not be aware of doing so but her look was bold and obvious. I was surprised at the way she was reacting to me. It was probably an impulsive action in front of a stranger.

She had small breasts covered in a tight bra and a tight shirt. The contours of her bra were sharply outlined. Her skirt hugged her slender hips.

I picked up a chocolate and said, “Thanks, sweetheart. So you’re off to school now?”

She smiled and my neighbour said, “She’s in the 1st year at college.”

I took a second look at her. Again that reflex action of pushing her chest out. “How old are you, sweetheart?”

“Eighteen,” she said, suddenly shy.

I looked into her eyes and she held my gaze.

“My God,” I thought. “It would be worth finding out how far I could go with her.”

********

Two months in the building and I hadn’t seen Pooja before, and now I was seeing her repeatedly. Coming down the stairs, or going up, she would be there many times. The same bold look in her eyes. Her chest would push out. She would wish me shyly and I would smile and reply and pat her head or shoulder. Her family were on the 6th floor and I was on the 3rd. I normally preferred taking the stairs than the lift.

One day I had a shopping bag and took the lift. As soon as I entered the lift, there was Pooja following me in. She wished me and I patted her head. As the lift closed she moved closer to me. She looked up and I smiled and put my hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. She moved closer and stood touching me.

We rode up silently. The lift stopped at my floor and I released her shoulder and left. When I looked back, she smiled at me.

This girl was turning to be an enigma. I decided to go forward and see what made her tick. The next time we met in the lift, I put my hand on her shoulder and pulled her to my side. She came without resistance and put her hands around my waist.

The third time I saw her in the lift, she had been crying. Her eyes were red and she had a sad and serious face. I put my hand on her chin and raised her face up. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked.

She didn’t reply but looked up and had tears in her eyes. “Talk to me, Pooja.” She kept silent. “OK, Pooja,” I said, “If you want to talk I’ll be on the roof terrace at 7:30 this evening.”

The building had 8 floors and there was a wide expanse of roof that had water tanks on one side and solar heating on the other. She came to the roof garden on the dot.

She looked around, saw me a little away in the shadows and walked towards me. Her chest pushed out slightly. I pulled her to me and hugged her. “Tell me, sweetheart, what was wrong earlier?”

She blurted out, “My step-father hates me.”

I didn’t even know he was her stepfather. “Why? What did he do or say?”

“He just scolds Avrupalı porno me all the time, even if it’s not my fault. I’m fed up.”

“Have you discussed this with your mother, sweetheart?”

“Yes. She says I’m over-reacting or that I must have done something wrong.”

I patted her head in sympathy. She sniffled, “I’m not a child anymore. Why should he keep on doing this? It’s been years.”

“Have you spoken to him?”

“What’s the point? He’ll scold me for complaining. No one likes me. No one loves me, except my little brother.”

I hugged her. She felt something hard against her low on her stomach. She looked down, and without thinking, put her hand to it. It was my aroused cock. She moved her hand back sharply as she realised what it was. I patted her back and said, “It’s alright, baby. No harm done.”

She looked up at me. “I see you talking to other kids in the building. You are so nice to them. I thought you’d be nice to me too.”

I hugged her tight and said, “Will you go out with me? If your parents see you talking to me in the building, they may not like it and scold you again.”

“OK,” she said.

“What about your parents. What will you tell them?”

“I’ll tell them I’m spending the day with Neha.”

“OK. Meet me on Sunday.” I named a place where we could meet. She agreed.

She left the terrace and I followed a few minutes later.

*******

Pooja met me as agreed on Sunday. She sat in the car and smiled at me tentatively. I smiled back and said, “Pooja, do you know you are a lovely girl?”

She blushed and looked at me shyly. I patted her knee, which was exposed as her skirt had shifted up as she sat.

“We’ll go to a quiet place. We’ll go to where I’m constructing my farmhouse, OK?”

She replied shyly, “OK.”

I patted her knee again and caressed it. She looked down at my hand on her knee. I drove away with my hand on her knee. Pooja kept quiet. We soon reached the construction site. As usual, there was no one there on Sundays. I parked the car and we entered the temporary shed I had built there. I led her by the hand to the bed, which was the only place where we could sit. She sat at my side quietly. I held her by her chin and looked at her. She looked back and then lowered her eyes.

I lifted her up and put her on my lap. She sat astride me facing outside. I hugged her and lightly touched her neck with my lips. She shivered. I murmured, “You do not need to be afraid here, my dear. No one will scold you, no one will get angry.” I kissed her neck and her ear lobe. She mewed.

I rubbed my palms on her stomach over her t-shirt. She fidgeted and settled back against my chest. I moved my hands down caressing her thighs. I raised the hem of her skirt and caressed her bare thighs. She whimpered. I kissed her neck again and raised my palms up till they touched the edge of her panty.

She whispered, “Please….”

“Hush, sweetheart. Enjoy the feelings my hand will produce on you.” I cupped her small mound and she moaned. I caressed her mound and slid a finger along its slit. She moaned. I rubbed softly and I felt her crotch getting damp. I raised my hands further and hooked her elastic band with my fingers and pulled down. She was trembling but raised her small ass to help me bare her ass. Her bare ass settled down on my trousers and she felt my aroused cock.

I removed her panty completely. She half turned around and pressed her face into the crook of my neck. I caressed her bare pussy my finger tracing her bare slit. She was wet and my finger was slick with her juice. “Please don’t,” she whispered, “I’m scared.”

I lifted her face and kissed her cheeks. She whimpered and her cheeks reddened. “Don’t be, sweetheart. You’ll only get love from me. No hurt. No pain.”

I pushed her till she stood Video porno between my legs. I turned her around and kissed her on her lips. She was trembling. I caressed her back and pushed my tongue through her lips. Our tongues met and I licked hers. She moaned. I kissed her hard and our tongues met fervently. She was breathing heavily and I caressed her back. I took her hand and put it in my lap, on my aroused cock. I held her hand there till she relaxed and then removed my hand. She held my cock softly.

I continued kissing her and put my hand on her bare ass under her skirt. She bucked. I caressed her ass and squeezed her small globes. She moaned. I traced my finger on her ass crack and pushed in softly. She tightened her grip on my cock. I unzipped her skirt and let it fall on the floor around her feet. She whimpered as she realised she was naked from her waist downwards. I caressed her ass, her thighs, and cupped her pussy. She was moaning as new sensations passed through her body.

I moved her back a little and looked down at her. She looked delicate. Her pussy lips were small and she had sparse pussy hair. I rubbed her pussy hair softly. She moaned. I pulled her to me and started kissing her. She let our tongues meet and tangle. I put my hands under her t-shirt on her bare back. I reached up and unhooked her bra. She moaned and fidgeted.

“Relax, darling. Let me love you”

I removed her t-shirt and then her bra. She had small breasts and her nipples stood out and were hard. She had a small beautiful body. She kept her eyes shut as I gazed at her beauty. I cupped her breasts and she mewed. I licked her nipple and tugged at it with my lips. She pushed her breast into my mouth. I stood, removed my clothes, picked her up and lay her on the bed. She opened her eyes and drew in a sharp breath as she saw me naked. She stared at my aroused cock with round big eyes.

I lay beside her and clasped her to me. She felt my harness against her and she moaned. I caressed her ass and pushed it into me. I lay her on her back and kissed her. We were soon engrossed and my tongue deep in her mouth. My hands caressed her breasts, tugged her nipples, cupped her ass and pussy; they were all over her and kept her hot and wanting more. I moved down and my mouth was on her right breast sucking it and nibbling at her nipples. My other hand was on her left nipple, slowing twisting and tugging it. She was moaning with all the attention her body was getting and she squirmed all over the bed.

I moved further down and tongued her pussy slit. She cried out and raised her small ass off the bed. I moved between her thighs, held her two ass halves in my hands, lifted them up and put my mouth to her nether lips. She squealed and bucked her ass. I feasted on her little slit by lapping up her nectar which she was leaking abundantly. I covered her pussy lips with my mouth and pushed my tongue in. I licked her inner lips and she moaned and held my head tight to her. My hard tongue was at her hole and I pushed in. She was uncontrollably bucking her ass as I held on to it.

She orgasmed and raised her ass high. She cried out, “Oh! Oh! Oh! Godddd.” Her ass crashed down but I still held her small globules. I kept my tongue in her and soon had her mewing and bucking. I removed my hands from her ass and caressed her lower stomach. Her clit was protruding out of its sheath. It was a small knob. I fingered it. She cried out, “Oh! Yes.” I held it between my two finger sand rubbed it softly. She bucked. My tongue in her pussy and fingers on her clit had she crying out in ecstasy. She orgasmed again and screamed, “Oh! My God! Oh! My God!”

I lapped up her sweet nectar and caressed her breasts, squeezed them and twisted and pulled her nipples. I moved up and held her to me.

“Did you enjoy this, sweetheart?”

Her cheeks reddened and she nodded a she looked at me shyly. “My body is still trembling. It was a beautiful feeling.”

I caressed her back and said, “We’ll do it again. OK?”

She blushed. “But before that, sweetheart……” I put her hand on my engorged cock. She whimpered.

“Stroke it with your hand, baby.” She softly moved her hand along its length. “Harder, baby.” She increased the tempo and gripped it harder. I lay down and she sat at my side stroking me.

“Kiss it.” She looked at me and I nodded. She bent her head and kissed its tip.

“Lick it and use your tongue along its length.” She touched the bulbous tip with her small tongue and licked it. Then she licked up and down the shaft. I was enjoying her ministrations.

“Baby, put the tip in your mouth.” She opened her mouth wide and pushed down till the tip was in. Her mouth was stretched wide. I put my hand on her head and pushed down softly. She understood and started to move her mouth up and down the shaft. It was a tight fit and she could move her mouth slowly. I had been hard for long and wanted early release. I pulled out of her mouth, lay her down on her back, and straddled her chest. I kept my weight on my knees. I started stroking my cock and was soon fisting it hard and fast. I was touching her lips with my tip, and slapped her cheeks with its harness a few times.

I was on the verge of coming and cried out, “Open your mouth, baby.”

She did and I kept the tip between her lips stroked hard. The first few spurts filled her little mouth and I said, “Swallow it, darling.”

She gulped and I spurted more till I was spent. As my cock softened, I pushed it in her mouth and said, “Lick it baby.” She licked me clean and I became limp. I pulled out of her mouth and hugged her.

She lay against me, hugging me back hard and mewed with pleasure. I caressed her back. A few minutes later I went down on her again. My lips were on her pussy lips and my tongue in her hole. She bucked as I licked and lapped up her juices. My fingers on her clit kept her strung up. She was moaning and bucking her ass. I took my tongue out and put my finger in her pussy. She moaned and bucked at this new invasion. I pumped slowly and pushed my finger in and I felt her barrier intact.

I pulled out and started to tongue her again. She was leaking her sweet nectar and I feasted on it. She was squirming with the attention her clit was getting. I squeezed it and twisted it, and she cried out with passion. She was on the boil as my fingers on her clit and my tongue in her pussy had her in throes. She was bucking her ass fast as she neared her release. I started tonguing her vigorously and my finger tortured her clit.

She orgasmed again with a scream of pleasure. She ass rose up in the air and bucked a few times. I lapped up her nectar as fast as she was dishing it out. She lay spent on the bed and caressed her little body. She folded her body in a foetal position as she mewed with contentment.

I spooned her from behind, my half hard cock at her ass crack, and I held her tenderly. She pushed her ass back into my cock. We lay there till her breathing became normal. I, then, turned her around and kissed her.

It was getting on and it was time she be back home. “Did you enjoy, darling.”

She nodded and kissed me. “Thanks for showing all this love. The feelings were unbelievable.”

“There’s plenty more we can do together, baby, if you want to. Next time, we will make love. It will be much better than today. Do you want me to make love to you, my little darling?”

She blushed and nodded shyly. “Don’t be sad from today. Think of what all we will share.”

She hugged me tight and we kissed hard and vigorously. I caressed and then patted her ass. “Time to go, sweetheart.”

We had spent four hours together. We dressed and left. I dropped her at the place where I picked her up.

*********

I never got a chance to take her virginity, as I had planned for, the following week. However, I met her by chance after I moved to my farmhouse, and all was well then.

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Without another word, he opened the passenger door and helped me in. As I climbed up, his hand rested on my bottom for a moment, before sliding beneath the hem of my dress. I was wearing lacy boy shorts that left the lower half of my bottom bare. His fingers moved up to caress the crease between my cheek and thigh before he shut the door and moved around to the driver’s side.

As he started the engine, I glanced down at his crotch and noted with satisfaction, the immense bulge nestled there. Moving up to his handsome face, I could see lines of strain bracketing his mouth as he expertly manoeuvred out of the car park and took off with a squeal of tyres.

The short journey was completed in silence. Sexual tension coated the interior of the car like a fine mist, dampening our intimate clothing with anticipation. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before we were pulling into another underground car park and he switched off the engine, hopping out quickly and walking around to open my door.

Helping me out of the car, his hand slid possessively down my back as he guided me to a bank of lifts.

We didn’t look at each other as we rode up to the top floor. We didn’t touch and still, we didn’t speak. He reached into his pocket and extracted a door key, flicking it back and forth impatiently.

The lift stopped and an older couple got in. The man glanced at me as his partner fussed with her hair and his eyes widened as a hair-roughened hand reached out to caress my breast, strong fingers slipping under the material of my dress to pinch my nipple.

As he rubbed his thumb over the rapidly hardening nub, I sucked in a breath. The sound was barely audible in the quiet of the lift, but the woman heard. As she started to turn her head, the lift stopped and opened its doors. They exited the lift and the older man glanced back at me, licking his lips as I raised the hem of my dress to tantalise him with a glimpse of my panties.

The doors closed and I dropped the material, chuckling quietly to myself. My would-be lover withdrew his hand as if it were on fire and moved over to the side of the lift, turning away from me.

I frowned. Was he angry that I’d exposed myself like that? If he didn’t want to play games, he shouldn’t start them. But before I could ask him, the lift stopped once more and he strode out, pulling me along behind him.

He stopped in front of a door at the far end of the corridor and inserted the key in the lock. I was opening my mouth to question his withdrawal in the lift, when he Uzun porno turned to me with an expression of such unbridled passion on his face that I gulped.

Dragging me through the door, he kicked it shut and slammed me, face first against its surface. Pushing into me from behind, he rocked his hips slowly against me, pushing his rigid cock into my spine.

I felt his hands under my dress as he attempted to pull my panties down. “Rip them off.” I demanded, huskily.

With a groan he grasped the delicate material in his meaty hands and tore them from me, causing my body to jerk violently against the wooden door panels.

I was incredibly aroused. That small spark of dominance as he ripped the material from my skin drew moisture from my body and it soaked my labia, trickling down my inner thighs.

The removal of my panties in such an animalistic way, tipped him over the edge and he lost all finesse as he ripped open the front of his trousers and shoved them forcefully to his knees. I heard the tearing of a condom packet and then movement behind me as he smoothed the latex down his shaft.

He put his hand in the small of my back and pushed me downward. Stepped back, I braced myself against the door, giving him easier access to my pussy.

Grasping his cock, he rubbed the head over my outer lips, lubricating the condom with my juices, before ramming into me.

The violence of his possession and the accompanying bite of pain almost made me cum and I squeezed my inner muscles around his cock as it filled me to capacity. Growling, he pushed my feet further apart to widen my stance and began thrusting, hard and fast.

The sound of his balls, slapping against my body as he fucked me was overly loud in the darkness and he grunted with every thrust, squeezing my hips in a bruising grip.

A hot pressure began to unfurl in my abdomen and I moaned, pushing back against him. He bent his knees, changing the angle so that he could thrust deeper and then let go of my hips to rip the shirt from his chest. Dropping it to the floor, he curved his body over mine, pressing his naked, hairy torso against my bare back. His arm clamped around my waist as he grabbed a handful of my hair, using it to pull my head back and to one side. As he tightened his grip, he sank his teeth into the junction between my neck and shoulder without breaking the skin, pinning me possessively and I screamed as an intense orgasm rolled through my body, igniting nerve endings that twitched and spasmed.

My Öğrenci porno pulsating muscles triggered his own release and he roared, jerking against my body as he emptied copious amounts of sperm into the reservoir of the condom.

My quivering limbs gave way and I sank to the carpet, dislodging his shaft as he leaned over and braced his hands against the doorframe, his body shaking from the aftermath of his climax. Catching my breath, I turned. There was enough light showing through the curtains to dimly outline his body and I reached out, smoothing my hand up his inner thigh and over his balls to the base of his impressive cock.

Gripping the condom, I slipped it from his body and replace the latex with my mouth. I wanted to taste his essence and stretching my lips around his girth, I swallowed him slowly from root to coated tip.

Unfortunately, I am not like the minority of women who have no gag reflex and it has taken a lot of practice and perseverance to overcome the choking feeling of having a large cock touching the walls of my throat. What I have discovered however, is if you elongate your neck you can swallow more and I was in the perfect position to do just that.

Slipping my tongue out, I licked his shaft as I reversed direction, gliding back down his length until just the head rested in my warm, wet mouth. Lathing my tongue over his glans, I cleaned him off gently, mindful that a man’s penis can be very sensitive after he has come.

He smelled musky but there was hardly any taste, which I enjoyed. I don’t particularly like swallowing strong tasting cum, but I will do it, rather than ruin the moment.

As I knelt on the carpet with my new lovers cock in my mouth, somebody switched on the light. I jumped, blinking owlishly and waited for my eyes to adjust to the harsh brightness. A naked man came into view, strolling across the living room to stand beside us. Cupping his hand around my cheek, he flexed his thumb, rubbing it along my lips until he touched the shaft of the other man.

I pulled back slowly, until the softening cock fell from my lips. The head glistened in the light, a combination of the remnants of his cum and my saliva. Glancing up, I realised his hair was actually a dirty blonde and he had pale blue eyes, the colour of faded denim.

Pulling me to my feet, he held my face reverently and leaned over to kiss me. As his lips touched mine, he moaned into my mouth and the kiss turned into a mating of tongues. He stroked the inside of my mouth, my cheeks and even my teeth, devouring me slowly, languorously. His mouth was hot, his lips soft and pliable and his fingers tantalised me as he caressed them delicately up and down my spine.

I relaxed into his body, running my hands over his warm skin and enjoying his strength as the muscles in his arms, chest and abdomen flexed beneath my touch.

Eventually, he pulled away, breathing heavily. He gazed down at me with a strange expression on his face, as if he’d just found something wondrous and didn’t want to let it go. I smiled up at him, basking in the warmth of his gaze. This was what I wanted, what I craved. That look was worth everything to me. It let me know that the sex we’d just shared had been really special, possibly momentous.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

I hesitated. I don’t often give my name, preferring the anonymity. Somehow, not knowing your partner’s name can make the sex more exciting. But as I looked into his eyes, I realised this was important to him, so I answered him, truthfully.

“…Ehlena…”

I felt movement beside me and turned my head to observe the other man as he bent to retrieve my ruined panties. Bringing them to his face, he inhaled slowly, savouring my scent. Opening his eyes, he pierced me with his gaze.

The man I’d just fucked, turned my face gently towards him and said, “My name is Jared and this is my lover, Kyle.”

“You smell good Ehlena.”

Kyle whispered. Leaning over me, he buried his face in my neck and stroked his tongue over the faint impression of Jared’s teeth. I shivered and felt his lips curve in a smile against my skin.

As he retreated, I placed my hand at the nape of his neck, pulling him back down. It was my turn to scent him and I took my time, rolling my nose slowly up his neck. His base scent was fresher than Jared’s. He smelled of sunshine and warmth. A strange explanation, I know, but that’s the only way I can describe it. I looked him over, noting the differences between the two men.

Kyle also had blue eyes, but they were a deeper, darker blue than Jared’s and his hair was light brown. His muscular frame wasn’t as defined as Jared’s either, but he had a latent strength that I found appealing as well as a completely hairless torso, so the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen were more visible than the other mans.

I grinned in delight as I noticed Kyle had removed all of his pubic hair. His shaft and balls were completely smooth and the rest of his body hair was fine and pale. His cock was in proportion to the rest of his body, smaller than Jared’s, but no less impressive.

I sighed in appreciation. Both men were equally beautiful to me and I wanted them both…

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Millstone – ONE – (Hanging the Chimney Hook)

All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Chapter Fourteen

Gossip Column

Update: “Franklin’s Studly Detective”

[As promised, I bring more savory morsels of our sinewy stallion. I had it on good authority that within our fair city lived a man with such an extreme extremity, that if his burden were more ponderous, one naked jog could self-inflict a kneecapping. Such cock-and-bull stories have floated about for ages, yet, having had the privilege of a firsthand witness, not only has the appendage in question received an accurate appraisal, buk also, he gives a whitewash so thorough, he could singlehandedly ice an entire kake. Look for more in future editions as information becomes available.]

“I see what that shameless reporter did there.” After slapping the folded newspaper onto the dining table, I snatched the spoon from the place setting before me and finished eating the last few bites of breakfast.

Max and I had awakened by 5 o’clock, exercised, showered, and Albert jumped on our invitation to join us for breakfast that morning. He brought the paper over, and after giving the pertinent section a once-over, I admit that it bothered me, but I hadn’t felt angry about it.

Max had suggested we start having a naked breakfast after our shower, to allow our skin some air. Naturally, I went along with it because it made good sense, but for Max, he needed little excuse to remove his clothing. He sat across from me, and our legs intertwined a bit beneath the table, while my equally naked cousin Albert took the end seat.

I tapped the paper in irritation. “He goes too far in his claims. I mean, am I really a one-man supplier of an entire bukkake?”

Max paused mid-chew. “My stomach says yes.”

“You have two loads in there, and I note you still have plenty of room for our standard breakfast.”

“You know that I delight in gorging on you.” He took a sip of coffee.

Albert said, “I would love to have seen you bukkake the Naked Reporter.”

“I’m not even sure why he let him have it.” I turned to my Golden Bear. “You’re not usually one to share.”

“It’s true,” said Max who turned to Albert, “I failed ‘sharing’ in kindergarten. But, after what he did, he deserved the embarrassment of walking back to his car looking like he’d fellated a Clydesdale. We will never again combine interviews with blowjobs. I couldn’t imagine why you told him all that.”

“That’s never happened before, but I told you, I think better if I’ve cum a few times, and I only came that once at the furniture store.”

“He will probably use everything you told him in the paper,” said Albert.

Max laughed. “Oh no, he won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“He won’t tell you,” I said. “That’s the only answer I get out of him too.”

“I told you that you needed me,” said Max. “I took care of it, that’s all that matters. On another note, where has Edgerton been hiding?”

“He went missing yesterday evening,” said Albert, “and I suspect he’s with James.”

“James can’t go home,” I said, “especially after the article this morning.”

The piece in question, a not too disappointing boxed article at the back of the paper, stated that the police had released James without charge. How he wanted to put the whole unfortunate mess behind him, and that he missed Tommy, wishing he could join him at the upcoming housewarming on Saturday evening. Accompanying the article was a color photo of James, propping his head on the counter at the tailor’s, his pinky adorned with the ring in clear view. It looked good enough on the print version, but the ring in the online photo stood out crystal clear.

Albert checked his phone for the time. “Woah, it’s 7:30; I better get dressed and go.” He took the last sip of his coffee and stood from the table. “Thank you for breakfast. I’ll have to return the favor and show you what I typically have.”

“Sounds great,” I said as Albert headed to the door.

“Bye, Al.”

The private number on my phone rang. “It’s Edgerton.” I put it on speaker. “Good morning, detective.”

“Yes, it is a good morning, isn’t it?”

“You sound chipper,” said Max.

“I might be,” he said, and I could almost hear the smile on his face. “I have a favor to ask of you, and it’s important.”

“Sure, what is it?”

“With no leads on the Haines/Chadwell case, potentially until Saturday, I have other cases to work, so I have much to do the next couple of days. The trouble is, James can’t go home or to work, and he needs someplace to be, with people he trusts who can help protect him. The inspector wouldn’t allow me to assign any officers to him, and there’s no way he would agree to a safehouse.”

“Okay,” I said. “I understand what you’re asking, Avrupalı porno but we have a few things to do today, and we have only our two-seater.”

“I’m more than willing to swap keys with you for the next couple of days,” he said.

Max began to clear the table of dishes.

“That’s acceptable,” I said, “but keep in mind the roadster is Winter’s, so if anything happens to it, we’re responsible.”

“To work and home,” he said, “that’s a promise.”

“Okay, I believe you. Where should we meet?”

A knock came upon our front door. “We’re in the hallway.”

Max and I both laughed and shook our heads, while I answered the door.

“Good morning,” said Edgerton.

The detective wore a suit, as he often did. James wore the jeans he had on the previous day and a different long-tailed button-up shirt.

It seemed that we both tended to shop at the big I liked the ones of lighter color even though dark colors tended to hide it better.

“Wow,” said James, over our lack of clothing, “is it Bare as You Dare Day already?”

“Does Franklin have a Bare as You Dare Day?” asked Max. “What day is it?”

“That’s one of Franklin’s Fundays that occurs on the second Saturday of July,” said Edgerton, “so next week on the thirteenth.”

“Personally, I’ve never participated,” said James.

“Sounds like a Funday to me,” said Max.

“Let me get you that key, detective.”

Edgerton gripped James’s shoulders. “Okay, young man, you’re spending the day with the sitters.” (James indulged the detective in his little jest, laughing to himself.) “Be a good boy, don’t get yourself into trouble, and eat your vegetables at lunchtime.”

“Right, Pops.” And gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.

I swapped keys with Edgerton who pointed to Max and me. “You guys didn’t see that kiss. I’ll be home this afternoon. See ya later, fellas.”

The instant I closed the door, James said, “Well, the `rent’s gone, let’s have some fun!”

“We have an appointment on the twelfth floor of the Lancashire Building in an hour,” said Max, “so we haven’t even the time for a quick round of Pinochle?”

“Well, I would suggest strip poker,” he said, “but you’ve nothing to bet with. I hoped we could play, if you know what I mean, but I’m sensing that neither of you feel entirely comfortable with me. Is it because of the case?”

I turned to Max who had leaned against the island of the kitchen. That I hadn’t expressed an opinion on the matter when given the opportunity, told him that I hadn’t known what to say.

Max moved toward the table. “Let’s sit for a minute, James.”

I took the seat at the end, Max returned to his usual seat, and James took the one I had vacated across from Max.

“You seem to have taken to us rather quickly,” said Max, “and you trust us. Can you articulate why?”

“I trusted you almost immediately,” he said. “and, at first, I trusted Millstone because you were together. On the job the other day, you treated me as though you knew I were innocent. Even if you hadn’t known for a fact, you still gave me the benefit of the doubt when no one else had bothered. I’d had fingers pointing at me for several days.

“Over my life, people have made me feel like I’m someone to suspect, someone to be weary of, or just some porn-parody of a real human being. The guys in high school gym class suggested I be in a porn film with this clever title, James and the Giant Penis.” (He turned to me.) “Since yesterday, I know we have something big in common, so that helps, like we’re brothers under the belt or something. I’ve never met anyone like me before. When I’m around the two of you and Wade, I feel normal, and, until now, I have had no one in my life that makes me feel that way.”

“With others,” said Max, “it probably hadn’t helped that you presented yourself a sadist.”

He shrugged a little. “You know why I did,” he said. “Wade told me you realized it wasn’t true. I had gotten so tired of finding someone I really liked, but whenever the time for sex arrived, the clothes would come off, and they would leave immediately, suddenly want to shove me into the friend zone, or it would end in an unpleasant one-night-stand. I even tried putting off sex, so they could get to know me first, but that never made a difference. So, I invented the sadist persona and settled with regulars that wanted the sex, but I felt no attraction.” (James looked straight at me.) “And I bet you’ve had similar experiences, haven’t you?”

I nodded. “I’m not as thick as you, so I have gotten more blow jobs than I care to count, but nothing else worked out until Max.”

“You’re lucky,” he said. “I always feel like I’m getting blown by a shark, just a mouth full of teeth, scraping me until I’m raw. Not that I’m opposed to anyone letting me fuck their fists and catching my load in their mouth. I just wouldn’t want anyone thinking they can stuff my cock into their face, because it won’t go in. And I can’t tell you how many times people have suggested that going into porn was my solution. Video porno As if, when you have a huge cock, you have no other options in life, and you’re nothing more than the life support for an enormous penis.”

“Many people suggested I should do porn too,” I said. “So, would you like to have something with Wade?”

“We like each other, and we had an unusual night together (no sex, just lots of what he called intimacy). I enjoyed it a lot, and strangely, I feel energized today. But he has…I couldn’t say fear, really. It’s more like a deep concern about my size.”

“Realistically,” I said, “that’s understandable with guys like us. Give him time.”

“I’m willing to give him all the time he wants.”

“Let’s go back a bit,” I said, “you told us that you had fingers pointing at you for days. Besides the police, who else pointed their finger?”

“Oh…some of that’s less actual finger pointing than coworkers acting suspicious toward me, but a couple of the fellas at work were more vocal of their suspicions during coffee, and then the day I met you guys, Delilah called to tell me that I would replace Chadwell on the painting job, and she wasn’t nice either.”

“Well, no wonder you had your nose out of joint,” said Max.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” he said. “So, should I consider playing with you guys, permanently off the menu?”

I looked at Max. We had discussed the topic, and he knew I would leave the initial decision of whether we should ever play with anyone up to him. Although, if I had any objections, I would certainly tell him.

“Not permanently, just for the moment,” said Max. “Millstone’s busy refilling his tanks, and I’m full of a big breakfast that included two loads. So, if the right time should come, it isn’t right now. Let me get dressed.” He stood from the table. “Why don’t you entertain our guest while I do that?” He kissed me and left.

“I noticed that we have cultivated the same habit,” I said to James.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“I suspect that over the years we have both been made to feel self conscious about our size and have taken to wearing long untucked shirts to make it less obtrusive.”

He glanced down at his lap. “Oh…that. I guess it just makes things easier. I started that when I turned 16, so for the last 12 years. People used to stare, and they whispered to one another. But the shirts aren’t a perfect cover, especially if I’m sitting. As an adult, people would even confront me about it, just to tell me how inappropriate I was. One time, a woman on the subway in Baltimore went ballistic when she saw me. She got up in my face, accused me of being a pervert and that I stuffed my pants to get attention. She went on and on. She caught me at a bad moment, so I stood up, pulled my junk out and yelled, ‘I can’t hide this, lady! So, get the fuck out of my face and learn to mind your own goddamn business!’ Fortunately, the subway car had few people in it, and I got off at the next stop, so I had no trouble with the law. But things like that make me wear the shirts.”

Not surprisingly, I had had similar experiences. But I questioned myself whether it mattered anymore. As of that morning’s gossip column, it seemed that people would know about me. It reminded me of Bo Pecker, our playmate. He said, “When I came here, I decided to embrace my body and my size. I don’t care who knows anymore.”

When Max came from behind the petition, he put his arm around me, kissed me, and I left to get ready.

After brushing my teeth, I dressed, and as I buttoned my gray and white striped shirt over my faded blue, gusseted jeans, I stood there looking down at the obvious snake-like bulge in the mirror. I knew I had nothing to feel ashamed of. I took a deep breath, said “Fuck it,” opened my pants and proceeded to tuck my shirttail, leaving me exposed to possible ridicule, stares, and the not too surreptitious whispers. I kept telling myself, “I will not live in fear.” But I had just begun to understand the power, densely packed into the phrase, “I-don’t-give-a-fuck.” Judiciously applied, those five little words could help someone take their power back that they needed to control their own life. Then a disturbing thought entered my mind, and I wondered just how deeply the outside world had controlled me. And I questioned how many more times I would have to consciously struggle to free myself of its manipulations both subtle and gross.

When I emerged from the bedroom, Max took one look at me, smiled, and kissed me. He never told me what I should do, but he always told me when he was proud of me and never discouraged my attempts to think for myself, make my own mistakes without shoving them into my face, or to discover things at my own pace. He was generous like that, and I loved him for it. James noticed too, especially since we had just had that conversation. He said nothing, but gave me an expectant gaze as if to ask, “Why?”

I told him, “We have no obligation to treat the opinion of haters with any kind of validity. The idea we should hide ourselves because they don’t want to see it, lets them control us. Screw those people. Why should we let their wishes stand as some default position? They think they are the default in need of pleasing by everyone else, they want us to hide so they can pretend no one different from themselves exists, and they want us to comply with their dictates on how we should live, as if our needs and desires should forever take a back seat to theirs. Well, fuck that, I refuse to live like that anymore.”

I could tell that he accepted what I said, but he needed to think on it.

Besides a look at the office space in the Lancashire Building, we had a few errands to run, and as I intended to tuck my shirts from that point, I really needed shirts that wouldn’t bunch up in my pants, so I thought we should get a few.

We found the Lancashire Building located in a relatively nice area of town. It had several restaurants and a park with lots of trees. As for the building itself, it surprised me that they hadn’t built it as one of those visually boring, glass structures that I expected to see and always despised; instead, it had a symmetrical contemporary appearance with lots of appeal. At 8:45 we met the agent on the twelfth floor, a woman named Carla Delgado. She looked about five feet four and had a pretty face.

“The owner renovated the building about eight years ago,” she said, “and we’ve taken good care of it.”

“Who owns the building?” I asked.

“It’s a subsidiary that Winter owns, it’s called Anorak Holdings.”

“How much of Franklin does Winter actually own?” asked Max.

“Given how wealthy she is, surprisingly little,” she said. “That I’m aware, she owns four office buildings in this area and a flawless estate on the other side of the bay in Queensbury.”

The space for lease had a reception area with a powder room for clients, and three offices. One office, the largest one, had an executive restroom fully lined in quartz tile. One office had no windows, but the other two had a great view of downtown. And, as for security, it had a wireless, monitored system.

I asked Ms. Delgado if she would leave us for a few minutes while we discussed it. She went to the ground floor to get a cup of coffee from the Dungeon Cafe there.

“I think this is perfect,” I said.

“Even the price?” asked Max. “You don’t think it’s too big? What would we use the other two offices for?”

“This place is cheaper than I had in New York. The big one with the bathroom we would use for the main office, all the business is kept in there, the bills, taxes, records, and the computer. The smaller office with the view, we could use as a conference room. We wouldn’t have to buy a huge table, just someplace comfortable to talk with clients, and the room with no window we could use for storage. Detective work requires all sorts of things for various types of cases. It could all go in there.”

James stood at the window, his hands clasped behind his back, admiring the view. Neither Max nor I spoke a word to him since we arrived, and I’m not sure what possessed me to ask, but… “What do you think, James?”

He turned to face me, and he looked around for a moment. “It’s nice, but you don’t need this.”

“Why?” I asked.

“This is old-school,” he said. “For small businesses, having an office space is outdated; this isn’t the twentieth century. Technology has allowed people to move away from this sort of thing. People would rather optimize their business from home. What I think you should do, rather than having a permanent space like this, where clients come to you, instead, you go to your clients, meet them somewhere, or have internet meetings. You could have all your money transactions over the internet by taking credit cards, or the many online pay services. Rather than having a filing cabinet, you could store all your cases inside encoded files on a secure server in the cloud. You could carry your business with you on laptops, tablets, and cellphones. You could keep the things you need for your job at home, and you have plenty of space for that. But, if you insist on having an office space, this place looks great, but for a modern small business, you would be leasing a dinosaur.”

I was speechless. In my head, my thoughts had taken an entirely different direction than anything James had just suggested. But he was right, and I felt embarrassed because I hadn’t thought of it myself. I wouldn’t, however, let that get in the way of an amazing idea.

Max had a smile on his face. “How do you know all this?” he asked him.

“I looked it up,” he said. “I figured I would need to know if I wanted my own business. Alliance is literally an alliance of individual businesses and subcontractors. If I became a licensed plumber, and not just working under the license of someone else, I could have my own business. I could work for myself and, if I show Alliance my worth, they might take me on; they only ally with the best specialists, and that’s why people go to them. I would make more money doing that than just subcontracting my labor with Alliance as a peon, but you must have a license for a specialized job and your own business. So, recently, I got on with a plumber friend who was showing me the ropes a few days a week with some on-the-job training.”

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Luke heard the crashing of heavy footsteps as someone tumbled into the house, tried to close the door quietly, and failed. It must be Becky back from her party and she must be drunk, he thought to himself angrily. He put down his book, took off his glasses, got out of bed and went downstairs. He found her in the kitchen raiding the fridge, her hair messy, her little black dress far too short and smelling faintly of fruity vodka.

“Oh shit. Did I wake you, Daddy?” she said as she clumsily closed the fridge door, stumbled a little and looked up at him innocently.

“Becky you’re drunk. I’ve been worried sick about you. You wait until your Mother hears about this when she gets home. Look at you, you’re a mess, you stink of alcohol, where the hell have you been? Why are you home so late?” he spat at her, looking her up and down with accusing eyes.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” she said walking over towards him and looking up at him with big innocent brown eyes. “I didn’t mean to be a bad girl, I don’t want to upset you, Daddy. I love you.”

“You can’t wriggle your way out of this Becky, we will continue this conversation tomorrow.” he said sternly looking down at her, trying to not be softened by her sweet expression. She was a teenager after all, these things were going to happen, Luke just worried about her getting herself into trouble, she had always been wild as a little girl and he worried that her recklessness would give her cause to regret one day

“Daddy, will you put me to bed? I don’t feel well.” she said softly, leaning her weight against his chest. He could smell the vodka on her breath, and the faint smell of vanilla coming from her soft brown hair. Luke pulled her close, wrapped her arms around his neck, picked her up and began to carry her upstairs to her bedroom. She sighed and moaned as he gently placed her on the bed, he let go of her but she kept holding her arms around his neck.

“Becky, sweetie. Let go, it’s time for you to sleep now.” he whispered softly into her ear, awkwardly kneeling next to the bed as he tried to extract himself from her.

“Mmmh, Daddy…” she mewled as she slid her hands away. He looked at her for a moment, she looked so peaceful with her eyes closed, her soft brown curls strewn over her pillow, framing her heart shaped face, her soft plump lips, slightly parted, still stained by some smudged lipstick. She looked like a woman now, not a girl anymore. Luke gently stroked her Uzun porno cheek and she rubbed her face into him, she mindlessly took his hand and led it down her neck towards her full little breasts, panicked, he snatched his hand away.

*God, she must be more drunk than I thought. *

It didn’t stop there, she began squirming around in the bed, her dress slowly riding upwards, her little hands began to slide down her body, across her belly and down towards her thighs, her legs spread and as he looked over her body he could see that under her dress was her perfectly shaved little slit.

Did she go out not wearing underwear or did she lose it at the party?!

Luke was frantic now, *what had happened tonight? When did my little girl start behaving like this?* As much as he tried to will himself to stop, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Her dress was pulled up, exposing her creamy thighs, her tight little ass and her perfectly shaven teenage pussy, her fingers kept sliding further south until she was cupping her mound, parting her pussy lips, and rubbing her fingertips over her clit. He watched her hips gently thrusting up and down and imagined what it would be like to touch her, blood rushed from his brain to his crotch, his cock starting to strain against his jeans.

*This is so so wrong. I can’t watch this.*

He stood up, desperate for relief, about to go and relieve himself in the bathroom when she moaned “Uuuuhh, Daddy.” His cock sprang to attention, even harder, it was hurting now, he had a dull ache in his balls, he needed release.

*Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. She’s thinking about me. God.. I’m thinking about her too, her sweet little face, her hot little body, her tight little… No! No! This is sick. I’m sick in the head. *

Her fingers slid inside her and he could hear how wet she was as she thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy. Luke couldn’t help it, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, hard and heavy in his hand, his cock already oozing precum. He began to stroke himself up and down, the precum lubing him up while watching his daughter finger fuck herself. He could just imagine how how and tight her little pussy would feel around him, how she’s squeeze him, how he’d make her feel so good.

“Daddy?”

Fuck. Her eyes were open and she was looking right at him, mouth agape, watching his hands slide over his cock.

“Fuck, Becky, I’m sorry, Öğrenci porno this isn’t..” he stammered, full of shame.

She looked at him with her big brown eyes, a wicked little smile creeping onto her face. “Daddy, your cock looks so big.” She pulled herself up to face him and took his cock in her hands. “I’ve never seen a cock so big before, it feels… hard, but your skin is so soft.” she whispered in a low voice as she pumped her little hand up and down his shaft.

“Becky, please, don’t.” he was saying no, but his cock was saying yes, he was almost dizzy from lust, thoughts rushing through his head of Becky, of her Mother, of the law and of fucking her senseless.

“Don’t you want me Daddy? Am I not pretty enough for you?” she looked wounded and pulled away from him, she looked like she might cry.

“No, baby that isn’t it, you’re beautiful, so so beautiful, it’s just this is wrong, you’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying.” he said as she started sobbing softly. “Oh no, baby, don’t cry, shh shh, it’s okay.” He pulled her over to him and wrapped her in his arms, gently stroking her hair.

“I just love you so much Daddy, I want to make it up to you, I want to be a good girl. I want you to love me too.” she sobbed and she held onto him, her tears streaming down his shirt. She looked up at him, he could smell the vodka, the scent of her shampoo and he could smell her arousal, her lips were so close to his, he gazed down at her and she pressed her lips to his, frantically she thrust her tongue into his mouth, he could taste raspberry vodka and the salt of her tears as her tongue mingled with his. He became very aware that she was half naked and his cock began pulsating as she shifted around in his lap and straddled him, her legs either side of him, she began grinding her pussy against his stomach, he could feel the heat coming off of her and the tip of his cock grazed her slit, he could feel how wet she was, she was starting to drip her juices onto him, he could barely take it. As she felt her pussy against the tip of his cock, she began to rub her pussy along his shaft and tried to ease herself onto it. “Fuck me Daddy, please fuck me, I need you, I need you so badly. I need your cock in me.”

*Divorce, jail, whatever, screw it. *

He stood up, her still in his arms, threw her back onto the bed, ripped off his shirt, pulled down his jeans, spread her legs, took his cock in his hand and sneered, “You better not fucking scream you little slut.” and rammed his cock into her virgin pussy, right up to the hilt. “See how fucking wet you are, I can just slide my thick cock into your little cunt, just like that?”

“FUCKKK DADDY. It’s too big!” she screamed. ” Please, I’ve never done it before.” her pussy was stretched so tight around him, he was huge and it stung, she needed to adjust to his size. It was too late for guilt and regret, all he could think of was how hot and tight her wet little cunt was, he began thrusting his cock in and out of her, sliding his shaft all the way out and then slamming back in again, he could hear his balls slapping against her ass as her cum was dripping out of her pussy, over his cock and onto the bed.

“Oh, fuck baby, you are so much tighter than your Mother.” he groaned. “You like fucking Daddy’s big cock?”

“Daddy, it’s making me feel hot inside, it feels.. it feels so good. Thank you Daddy, I’m so happy you’re my first. I want more Daddy, I want to be your bitch, make me your bitch Daddy.” she panted as he pounded her into the bed, her pussy squeezed his cock, she could feel him all the way inside her, when she fingered herself it felt nothing like this, she felt full, she felt complete.

She could feel the pressure building inside her, his abdomen was rubbing against her clit just the right way, they were moving together in rhythm now, “Yes, yes, yes,” she babbled, as she felt her pleasure rising “Daddy, I think I’m gonna..” he wrapped his hand tight around her neck pulled his cock out and thrust it all the way back in, ramming himself in and out of her pussy, “Fuck. DADDY, I’M CUMMING.” her voice deep and guttural as lights exploded behind her eyes, her hips bucking into him as her pussy spasmed around his cock.

*Fuck she’s squeezing me so tight, I don’t think I can hold on, I hope she doesn’t get fucking pregnant.*

“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so fucking hot.” He felt the pressure rising in his balls as he thrust his cock in and out of her spasming pussy, he could feel her hands on his ass, trying to pull him deeper inside her, her womanly moans in his ear, he couldn’t hold on any longer, “I’m gonna cum in your pussy.” he groaned loudly, he thrust his cock into her as deep as it would go, as he exploded inside her, coating her womb with his seed.

“Yesss! Daddy, fill me up, I want every last drop of your cum.” she moaned as he slumped down on top of her, his cock still pulsating, the strength leaving his body as he basked in their post coital bliss, he held her in his arms and kissed her softly on the mouth.

“Don’t tell your Mother, okay?”

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Finally the day arrived. Chris graduated from college. He started his job and settled into learning everything he could from the senior partners and just about everyone else. The stress of the new job made him think more about his work than his wife. Elizabeth had plenty of time in the mornings and managed to get herself off with the dildo quite often. They had engaged in very little oral sex and she was wondering if the left over aversion that Chris might have felt to her squirting during her climax might be the reason. For now her frequent squirting was done after a special time with her dildo.

After a few months on the job, Chris was more settled and more approachable. She chanced coming on to him again and he readily accepted. She gave him her best blow job, but did not make him cum. Instead she got him near his climax and then had him penetrate her vagina. He, as usual, did not last much longer. After he came, she kissed and caressed him. She rubbed his body and his limp cock. “It’s time”, she thought.

“Chris, you know we talked about how much we both enjoy oral sex now that we are getting used to married life? Well, I want us to be very respectful of each other. I so appreciate the release I get from my orgasms and I hope that my discharge does not freak you out. It just feels so good and I am so satisfied when you do that for me. Until I talk to my doctor, do you think you can continue to satisfy me orally?”

“Uh, yes, I am sorry about you not being able to cum during sex.”

“Oh, no, Honey, sex includes the beautiful oral part also. Once I learned how to cum with you licking me, I have been so happy and thankful. So could you, you know, do me, now?”

“Elizabeth, I just came in you. I can’t do that now.”

“Oh, I understand, baby. I should not have gotten you so excited. But you know, I swallow your cum and I have kissed you afterward. As a matter of fact, I now enjoy the taste. So, can you just try?”

She was kissing him in between and using every bit of body language she could. She moaned, “Oh please, Chris, I am so hungry to cum. I feel so unfulfilled and wanting. Please, Honey, just try it once. Come on help me cum, please.”

She guided him up and moved his face to her steaming, cum filled pussy. He was still reluctant.

“Oh, yes, Honey, lick me, please.”

Even selfish Chris could not resist her heated anxiety. He finally allowed her to pull his head into position and kiss her swollen red lips. He wanted to stop right then and she figured he probably would.

She squealed immediately from his first kiss. “Oh, oh, oh, o, o, yes, baby. Kiss my sex, o, oooh, please don’t stop. You feel so good.”

Reluctantly he inserted his tongue into her love canal and tasted the combined juices from their lovemaking. Surprisingly, he did not gag. The sensation was not pleasant at first and he felt like a homo tasting his own sperm. But she was right, she had kissed him with cum on her lips before and he could not deny that he was aroused with her sheer desire to cum. He tried to put it out of his mind as he licked her slimy pussy again. Avrupalı porno

“Oh, yes, Chris, you feel so good. Please let me cum. Oh, yes, yes, lick me.”

She took full command of his head and thrust her full pussy into his mouth. She didn’t care if she smothered him. He was going to learn to make her cum one way or the other. If she had to, she would unveil her dildo and do herself in front of him. One thing at a time. She would get to that later.

She made him lick her shuddering clit and she screamed and bucked her hips. The girl cum spewed out all over him.

“Oh, yes, Baby, taste my cum. You are so good.”

He pulled back and she sprayed his face with a forceful thrust. He would have to get used to this. She hoped he would take pride in making her cum so intently. When she stopped squirting, she pulled him up to her face and licked her cum from him.

“Oh, yes, I taste so good, Baby. Almost as good as your cum. Almost. That was wonderful, Chris, you make me so happy. You are such a good lover.”

By now, she knew that couldn’t be further from the truth. She was determined to lead him as far as he would go to satisfy her. If he could survive being squirted on and get used to it, she would accept his lack of size for now. They still had a lot to learn, but they had a long time to learn it. With all that Cindy had helped her so far, she felt empowered to lead Chris to a more selfless form of love making. She was satisfied with this re-start and vowed to keep the pressure on until he learned to do these things by himself. Truthfully, she did not get that much satisfaction of fucking his small cock nor sucking him off for that matter, but they were progressing quite well.

The next step was easy. She began working on Chris about her desire to cum like the women she had read about on the internet. When she went for her regular gynecological physical, she told Chris that she had asked her doctor why she was not able to orgasm vaginally. She didn’t actually mention it to her doctor. But she told Chris that the doctor had said that with some couples it takes time to develop that level of enjoyment. She told him that the doctor mentioned marital aids to her. She claimed that she had investigated this. What she found were vibrators, dildos and such. She said that the doctor told her that couples should select the type of marital aid they wanted to try and then purchase them together. Also, she informed him, the doctor had said that her squirting was indeed a mysterious phenomenon that some women could not achieve no matter how they were stimulated and others could do so almost every orgasm. This too was not something that she even brought up to her doctor.

Chris asked her what they should do.

“Well, Honey, I have found out that there are shops that cater to married couples and advertise quite openly.”

“You mean here?”

“Yes, I looked up several in fact. Can we go look at some of these things? I am so wanting to cum from straight sex. I love how we have mastered oral sex; I just want to see if I squirt from Video porno just penetration. Please, can we go now?”

“I would be embarrassed to go out in public looking for such things.”

“Oh, Chris, we are married. Would you rather I went by myself and took a chance of someone getting the wrong idea?”

“Can’t we just keep on the way we are?”

“Honey, I want to cum like normal women cum.”

Chris was really getting uncomfortable, but Elizabeth started kissing him and rubbing his cock through his trousers. His little cock was getting hard and she kept up the pressure.

“I will give you a treat after you use one of the aids on me.”

He could not resist much longer anyway and reluctantly got up. They headed out the door and Elizabeth pretended to be looking for directions on her phone while they drove. When they entered the boutique, there were indeed two couples shopping. Two more ladies were looking at the big dildos. Chris and Elizabeth browsed until she led him to the realistic ones. She didn’t want the same size she already had, so she moved to the larger ones. She found a brown one about nine inches long and much thicker than her starter dildo.

“Let’s get this one, Honey. It should show real quickly if this is going to work.”

For his part, Chris just wanted to get out of there. He agreed and they started to the check out area. She about fainted when she saw Dan, the young man who had sold her the first dildo she had purchased with Cindy. Dan recognized her, of course, but pretended not to notice. She had Chris carry the dildo up to the register. When Dan was about to ring up the dildo, he mentioned to them that they had a sale on lingerie.

“Chris, can we look while we are here? Please?”

Dan said he would hold their selection while they continued shopping. Elizabeth was especially intrigued by the sexy crotchless panties and convinced Chris that they would be fun for the bedroom. He was getting more comfortable and told her to go ahead. She picked out one very sheer white one and a ruffled bright red one.

Dan checked them out and was very cordial to both of them. He asked Chris if he was a sports fan and rattled out some interesting games coming up. When he gave Chris his change, he winked at him and told him to enjoy the purchases. As usual, he invited them both back to the boutique.

Back at home, Elizabeth could not get into the red crotchless panties quick enough. Soon after, she had Chris’ clothes off and began sucking his cock. She did not want him to cum, so she moaned and slurped until she needed to stop. She begged him to open the brown dildo and fuck her with it. She could hardly wait for him to cut the wrapper. She grabbed it and rushed to the bathroom to wash it off. Her pussy was wet and her beautiful breasts bounced as she rushed back to the bedroom. She handed off the thick cock to Chris, “Please, Honey, do me with this thing and make me cum.”

Chris started pushing the cock into her pussy. She had to stop him and show him how to move it around her pussy lips coating it with her lubrication. She held it herself and let Chris think he was pushing it into her. She moaned with anticipation as she helped him slowly push it in and pull it back. This was just like his real cock humping back and forth. Her hands were guiding, but also caressing his hands. She humped up and down as Chris got the message and joined the rhythm of the thrusts. Deeper and deeper she pushed the thick brown cock. This was even better than her secret dildo. It filled her up more and then eventually pushed deeper into her womb where no man had been. Certainly Chris had never been that far up into her.

She ground her hips and encouraged Chris with her body language. “Oh, yes, Baby. That feels so good. Oh, my, oh, oh o,o,o,o, yes. Do me, Honey. Do me good.”

She kept this up and Chris was responding quite nicely. His little cock was about to burst as his pretty wife was getting more and more vocal. She took the cock completely and guided Chris’ finger to her clit. He knew what she wanted and brushed the engorged button with his finger tips. She bucked and moaned louder. Finally,”Oh, god, oh, oh, oh, don’t stop. I am cumming.”

Her cum spewed out in a high pressure torrent. She locked up like a spring and held the tension as she shot her girl cum all over. The cock was buried all the way into her. She thrashed all over the bed as Chris tried to keep the pressure on her clit while she pushed the dildo yet further into herself. It was fantastic. She shuddered to several mini-climaxes after her big one.

“Oh, Chris, that was so good. I am so happy that I can cum this way. You were wonderful, the way you moved your hands. Come here, Sweetie.”

She sucked his cock deep and bobbed her head until her dumped his cum into her mouth. She swallowed and then move up to kiss him. She did indeed kiss him. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and shared the taste of his cum.

The next morning after Chris had gone to work, she pulled out her new dildo and lubed it up. She pleasured herself for about an hour, cumming several times. She squirted twice until she ran out of girl cum. She wanted to see how many orgasms she could have and how often she squirted.

With Chris working full time, the urgency of her job was somewhat diminished. Cindy had been talking to her about her receptionist job being beneath her.

Cindy told her, “With your looks and experience with the public, you should look further down the road to more meaningful employment. Or, you just might want to be a stay at home wife and have babies. Either way Bill and Maureen know that what they pay a receptionist will not keep anyone around indefinitely. They have gone through many girls and you are the sharpest one of the bunch.”

This got Elizabeth thinking about moving on and moving up. She continued talking to Cindy about her future and finally asked Maureen what she thought about this. Maureen was surprisingly supportive and told her that they would hate to lose her, but that she was indeed cut out for more meaningful things. With that out of the way, Elizabeth began looking into getting into college part time. She hoped to attain an associate degree and enter the job market while she worked on a full degree. She thought that she might even attend full time after Chris got some experience and began making more money.

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Whilst walking along the beach, I saw a gold bracelet on the sand in a vacant part of the beach. It looked very old yet very clean. I do not mean sand washed clean just clean as if recently dropped. There were a lot of etchings that I did not know or could describe. Looking around I could not see anyone else around. It was, as if, everyone on the beach had cleared away. I picked up the bracelet and placed it on my left arm for safekeeping. The bracelet was neither female or male looking.

The bracelet seemed to meld into my arm. Yes it was visible, to me, I have large hands with much smaller wrists. It surprised me it fitted over my hands. From that moment, walking along the beach, I seem to be in a daydream.

To understand me my name is Fred, I am only 37 years old and have no prospects of marriage. I am overweight and have been told to walk or die. A mild stroke, some 6 months ago, made me look at my life. I do not enjoy mixed company, in fact any company. I like reading and using my laptop and desktop computers over being with other people. The only positive aspect is, I own my own house some 3km from the beach. I’m not rich but have a steady income by reviewing/ updating web pages for some clients.

I walked along Duringan Street then along the footpath along the creek to home. This took me some 30 minutes to walk. Today I was out for 1 hour walking. That is the longest I have walked for a long time. I must admit I do feel better since I have been walking.

Returning home I went to the kitchen and instead of opening a can of coke, I had some water, infact I had 4 glasses of water. Feeling tired I went to lay down on my water bed after the long walk. I slept for 4 hours. On awaking I rushed to the toilet, my stroke problem, weak anus muscles. I seemed to sit for over 30 minutes whilst I filled the pan. I flushed, then went into the shower to wash off my sweat from the walk and make sure I was nice and clean all over.

I felt a lot better after the shower, I felt clean, I mean really clean. I dried myself then went to dress. I pulled out an old pair of shorts. Taking one step they fell down. I pulled them up and really tied the string tight. Putting on a T-shirt, it felt loose. I went to make the bed and found the sheets were really dirty, not toilet dirty but dusty, sandy dirty. Stripping the bed, I collected some clean sheets and made the bed. I took all of my unclean clothes and dirty sheets to the laundry. Placing the sheets in the washing machine I put the load on.

Returning to the kitchen I looked at the food for lunch. I actually did not feel hungry. Collecting a banana, I made a banana sandwich on two pieces of bread, Cut the banana in half, butter the bread then squash one half of the banana to make a flat half sandwich roll. Very nice. I made coffee, yes I have had coffee for quite some time. My dietitian does not like my coffee. I have 1/8 of a teaspoon of coffee in a mug of hot water, no milk or sugar. I have 8 mugs of these a day. It was the only drink the dietitian did not change. Basically I am just colouring my water.

I took my lunch to the computer station to eat. I generally read the news, twitter, face book etc whilst eating lunch every day. I get to choose my reading, either ABC, BBC or European news. I given up on yankee news as they just seem to only have incorrect information. How the yankees ever know what is happening around the world, I don’t believe they care.

After finishing my lunch and drink, I was restless. Must of been the sleep this morning, I thought. I returned to the kitchen and cleaned up all of the dirty dishes by placing then in the dishwasher and put it on to wash. I then cleaned up the kitchen. I hung the sheets out and put on another load of washing. Still restless I decided to go for another walk.

This walk was along Villers Drive on to Bradshaw Drive. Just at the end or the drive there is a seating grandstand place. I rested in this seated area watching some other walkers pass by. Just as I stood to return home walking a local jogger slipped on the grass and twisted her ankle. I went over to assist, I help her to the grandstand and got her to lay down whilst I elevated her foot. I then seem to cupped my hands around her ankle and it felt like an electric current going into her ankle.

The girl looked at me “I don’t know what you are doing, but don’t stop, it feels great” She then rested her head back and closed her eyes. I felt like she was sleeping. I held her ankle for around 30 minutes. It did not swell up but infact, felt like it seem to tighten up. I looked at the girl, she has on a red crop top and tee shirt which drifted up showing a tanned midriff. Her shorts were the loose type with a bikini bottoms under neath. From my position, I could not help but notice. The view was very nice and Uzun porno for the first time in years I could feel myself alive.

Her mobile phone rang and she seem to stir, Answering the call she told the person that she had twisted her ankle again and a kind gentleman was holding her ankle in a way that felt great. I am at Bradshaw Drive grandstand. Her girlfriend arrived, in a car, within 5 minutes and thanked me for helping her friend. I help her to the car but she found she could walk on on her ankle. I mentioned to do the ICE treatment on her ankle when she got home. I left them to drive away. Personally I felt good helping her, which was a feeling I had not had in many, many years. As they drove pass she open her window and call out “Thanks for the help mister.”

I continued to walk back home. I could still feel the tingling in my hands. I noticed the bracelet and it seemed to be glowing. At this stage I did not relate the two together. On returning home it was nearly 5pm, I decided to walk down to the local sports club for dinner. In the club I did not feel hungry so I ordered a small fish, salad (No dressing) and chip meal with a glass of water. I struggled to finish the meal. Unusual for me, I eat the salad first, then the fish and finally the chips, these I did not finish.

Returning home around 7pm, yes I walked home instead of getting the club bus, I again had another shower then lay down on my bed. I was away. The sleep faeries had me. I normally do not go to bed until 12 midnight, 1am not at 7.30pm.

Waking up at 7am I showered and went out to the kitchen for breakfast. This morning I had 2 boiled eggs and some toast with my coffee. I was still restless, for the first time ever I went out early for a walk. Walking up Border Drive North I walked under the motorway towards Tugun beach. I sat down on the sand. There were quite a few walkers along the beach. Mostly nice looking ones, with curvy or trim body shapes. The view was very nice. I was noticing females again.

After some 10 minutes rest and viewing, I walked along the beach towards Elephant rock. From there I continued towards the alley. As I passed over the area where I found the bracelet yesterday, I re-examined the area. I sat down on the dry sand near the area looking out over the sea. The waves were breaking around half a metre. Not good board surfing but OK for body surfing. This part of the beach is not the swimming area. No one was around this area which was unusual.

I seemed to go into a meditation trance with the sound of the gentle waves on the beach. Changing my seating position to cross legs my fingers interlocked each. The bracelet on my left arm seemed to expand all over and around my body as if it was making a force field around me. I felt like I was enclosed within a clear tent. I could see around me yet my eyes were shut. My hands and feet tingled with energy racing out all over my body and surrounding area. My body felt hot, not sunburn hot but hot like a fever but the feeling was nice not drying or horrible. It was if the core of my body was heating up or vibrating at a different level. I stayed like this for some 30 minutes. I did not feel anyone come pass or near me.

Slowly I came out of the trance, I felt lighter, my body temperature seemed to lower to normal. The energy through my feet and hands reduced. I opened my eyes and looked around. Yes I was still at the beach. Raising from the sand my shorts began to slip down. I retied the string, at that point not realising I had reduced body size. I walked to the footpath and had a long drink of water at the beach shower. Walking towards the creek, then I walked to the Bradshaw Drive Grandstand along the edge of the creek. Having a rest at the Grandstand again I saw some runners going down to the beach.

The girl from yesterday came running past, she recognised me and came over to the grandstand and sat next to me. “What did you do to me yesterday? Don’t get me wrong it was good, infact for the first time in a long time I really felt good running today on my ankle.”

I replied “Nothing really, I just elevated your ankle and kept my hands around the injury.”

She kissed me on the cheek and left to continue her run. I must admit I did stare at her lovely posterior as she ran away, licking my lips.

After that kiss a I got up and returned walking home in a good mood. It was only 10am. It felt closer to noon with the amount of walking I did. Again on arriving home I had 4 glasses of water, no sugar drinks. Having a shower to wash off all of the sweat and salt from sitting on the beach, again the shower was refreshing. I sat down on my computer chair put my head back on the head rest. Bloody hell it’s 12 noon. I fell asleep at the computer. Now I feel sore from sleeping in the one spot. I got up and went to the kitchen for lunch. The cupboard was bare. I needed to go shopping.

I walked down to the local club for lunch. It was fairly busy for a week day. Öğrenci porno The desk clerk mentioned he did not have any single tables but only a 4 seater. I went to take it when two ladies came from behind and asked to join me. I looked and it was my running lady dressed in a simple summer dress well tailored to her body size, together with her slightly stocky friend. Again dressed in a summer dress but with massive boobs. I mean big. She said “Do you mind if we join you and thank you for your wonderful treatment to my ankle yesterday?”

Without replying the clerk took us to a small 4 seater in the corner. I introduced myself. The slimmer one of the two introduced “I am Heather and this is my girlfriend Lorraine. We are friends not lovers, Sorry the way I said that sound like we were lovers.” The girls sat opposite each other and I was on the side. Our legs meet under the table and neither girl moved their legs. It was as if they just wanted to be in physical contact. I must admit the feeling was very nice.

Heather asked “So Fred what do you do to keep yourself entertained in this part of the world?”

I mentioned “I keep people web pages up-to-date with their latest ranting. Otherwise I a homely person. I only go out for walks due to a stroke six months age”

Lorraine patted my hand “After your help to Heather, we better look after you. O, your hands are so warm” Heather grab my other hand.

“Yes they are comforting warm not heat but comforting. Very nice to hold!” replied Heather.

The waiter came over and asked if we are ready to order. Without looking at the menu I replied “I have the Garlic bread, BBQ ribs with salad, no dressing and mash potatoes please. Ladies”

They look at each other. Heather replied “Make that 3 please, it sound inviting!”

Lorraine just nodded her head in agreement still holding my hand.

I looked at Lorraine and asked “Well I told you something about myself, what about you? I have seen you walking around here for a while.”

Lorraine looked at Heather then me and advised “I’m a widow with two children, who are in school. I do not work at present. I’ve been a widow for 7 years.”

Heather interrupted her “And I am house sitting in Cross Roads for the next two weeks. I am a professional house sitter. I travel around the Gold Coast house sitting for people, mainly with pets whilst they go away for up to two months. Lorraine and I have been friends since high school many years ago.”

“Wow I’m please to have lunch with you two beautiful ladies. What would you like to drink?”

Lorraine asked “Why not just get a bottle of red to go with the ribs, your choice”

I left the girls at the table and went to the bar, Asking the bar maid for a suitable red wine she gave me a light red. It looked nice. Whilst at the bar I put $20 down on the new keno of $2 for 10 numbers over 10 games. Returning to the table with 3 glasses we opened the wine and sampled it. The girls were impressed with my choice. “I must complement the bar staff they recommended the wine, and I got a keno ticket for our luck. Winner get 3million. So kiss the ticket for me and if we win, we split 3 ways” To humour me they kissed the ticket.

Just then the waiter appeared and served us three plates of garlic bread, Each serving had 3 slices. I placed my hands over my serving and held it there for a minute, then picked up a piece and started to eat. The girls were looking at me. Lorraine mentioned “Sorry we started to eat whilst you were praying, sorry.”

I replied “No not praying just checking my food. Here I’ll show you, you have partly eaten one piece.” I reached over and put my hands and held it over another piece of their bread. “Put your pieces down and try that one now?” I mentioned. They tasted the piece I had placed my hands over.

Lorraine mentioned “That’s nice, the flavour seemed enhanced” She took a bite from the previous piece and found it to be somewhat tasteless. “Yuk, I prefer the other piece yet I know they are all the same. What happening?”

“I don’t know, I’ve just started to do this and find the food seem to taste better. Sometimes I have some food and leave part of it that is not good. Last night I had some fish and chips, but left half of the chips as they did not seem to taste nice.” I placed my hands over their other bread and we finished the entree.

We chatted some more and I found out they were within 4 years of my age. Our main course arrived and we all finished a lovely meal. Just as we were discussing some dessert, a group of rugby players came in ready for a practice session. They were a noisy bunch. One of the rudest person saw the lovely ladies with me and introduced himself as Peter. “Come with me ladies and I will treat you to a great time instead of being with this fatso.”

Heather replied very loudly “No thanks, I do not have a microscope to see your penis.”

He called out “Bloody bitch” and went to backhand her.

I stood up and replied “You have already proven to be a boy by attempting to hit a lady, just go away boy!” He went to swing a coward punch towards me. Time just seemed to slow down. I ducked under his punch and with my middle finger on my left hand I jab his voice box in his neck. No one saw this action. In the process of the punch not landing he pulled his shoulder muscle and dislocated his arm.

His team mates came over and pulled him away. I said to the ladies “Coffee at my place?”

They both replied “Yes please”

The waiter came over I gave him $100 saying “I pay the extra on my next visit. We are out of here before anything else happens to these lovely ladies”

The waiter just nodded and we exited the club via the side door near the playing field. Lorraine drove us to my place.

Ch 2

On arriving at my house, I showed the ladies around. Lorraine went to use the toilet. I went to the kitchen and boiled the kettle. Lorraine joined Heather in the lounge. Calling out they gave me their coffee orders.

I grabbed a tray to carry in the three coffee’s. Whilst standing in front of the ladies, Heather yanked down my shorts and underpants and started to hand play with my penis. “This is the dessert I wish to have today” then placed her lovely lips around the head of my penis.

Lorraine stood up and grabbed the coffee tray off me and placed it down on the coffee table. She then took off my shirt leaving me standing with just my socks on. I turned her around and unzipped her dress then unhooked her bra. Reaching around I massaged her enormous boobs rubbing her nipples between my forefinger and thumbs, She moaned in pleasure. I slipped one hand down the front of her thong and started to play with her clit. Lorraine grabbed my hand and forced my finger into her hole. It was wet. She pushed down her thong and asked “Fuck me please” Heather released her grip on my prick. Lorraine bent over towards the lounge and from behind I inserted my prick into her juicy vagina. She moaned with pleasure. I reached around and again grabbed those delicious big boobs and used then to help pump into Lorraine. It did not take too long when Lorraine came, bouncing around on the lounge I almost fell out, then I came into her pussy. Holding her hips I pumped plenty of sperm juice into that wet juicy pussy.

I step back whilst Loraine fell onto the lounge ass in the air. Heather, in the mean time, had undressed. She got onto her knees and started to eat out Lorraine, collecting as much pussy cum juice as possible. I went to my cupboard and got out a large soft blanket. I spread this out on the floor in front of the lounge. I sat down rubbing my hands over Heather bum and pussy. Heather turning with juices allover her face saw I was still semi hand, she started to rub my prick, it soon came hard. Turning around she pushed me onto my back and mounted me. Again that pussy was very wet. Heather bounced up and down on me. I reached for her boobs and squeezed them really hard. She moaned in pleasure, I attacked those beautiful large puffy nipples twisting the nipples with my fingers and thumbs. The action of her pussy muscles and me seeing such two beautiful ladies made me cum again, this set off Heather and she came with a loud scream. Her head collapsed on my chest.

This time it was Lorraine who started to eat out Heather and suckled my prick making sure there were no juices left on it. I rolled Heather off me on to the blanket. Her legs flopped open and Lorraine cleaned up our juices. Heather stirred and sat up, Lorraine sat on the blanket. I reached over to the coffee tray asking “Who would like some coffee now you beautiful ladies?”

They nodded their heads and smiled. I handed them their drinks and drank my coffee.

We sat on the mat, naked, crossed legged drinking our coffee’s and looking at each other.

Both girls looked very similar except Lorraine’s boobs. I asked “What sizes are you girls?”

Heather replied “34b, 22, 32”

Lorraine replied “34f, 22, 32, We can fit in each others skirts, shorts undies. Just my massive boobs stops me fitting into Heather dresses. I have had these massive boobs since I was 10 years old.”

Heather replied “Yes all of us girls were jealousy of Lorraine boobs and she always had the boys around her. Mind you she wore cloths the showed off her boobs not hid them.”

Just then some school kids walk passed the house very noisy. I stated “Well the kids are out of the monkey house now? We will have to sit here for a few minutes until they pass.”

Just then my mobile phone rang. Answering it “Yes, Ok,” Hand on mouthpiece. “Lorraine can you take us back down to the club please?”

“Yes, OK” Lorraine replied. We quickly got dressed, Heather forgot her bra though.

On arriving at the club we found out those noisy rugby players has finished training due to one of them going to hospital as he could not speak and had dislocated his arm. Yes Peter.

“Fred do you have your keno ticket” the barmaid asked. I handed it over. The bells on the machine rang. Looking around, the club was quite quiet the barmaid replied “Fred you have just won 3 million dollars!”

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