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Song references are to Rum, Thunderbird, by Tom Robinson.

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She’s gone. I flex my right hand, and vow to change the sheets in the morning.

Tomorrow, Dan’ll be in my bed, and not going home.

That’s a bit more than a hobby. Still, seeing Laura in a month, having at that lush curvy arse that she’s made clear she wants me to fill… that’ll be a fun afternoon. I wonder, if me and Dan will still be seeing each other by then?

I try to imagine us in an ongoing relationship, and fail, because I can’t imagine anyone else wanting that with me. So it never occurs to me to think about whether he’d mind about my bet with Laura.

I wonder if he’d want to fist me, sometime. The other way round, I doubt it, seeing he’s leery of even a finger. He did say, though, that he wants to be enjoying it up the arse again. Maybe next weekend we can take some time to getting him to begging for it? Really leisurely, teasing him for hours…

* * *

It’s Sunday morning. Dan texts to check I’m awake — my cue to shove bedding in the washing machine — then he wanders down with one IKEA bag of magazine holders full of papers, and another of beer, frozen food, fridge contents, some wine and an opened bottle of vodka, with hangover to match.

“I wasn’t leaving any of my booze for her to drink,” he explains. I follow him back upstairs and help schlep the rest of his work, all the notes and papers and pens, downstairs. My office looks OK, desk end now cut off from his man-cave by his long printer and the screen. His desk in the lounge and the folding bookcase are covered with everything he needs for work tomorrow.

While he does that, I pull out the box we didn’t unpack earlier and start rigging up his Xbox to work on my telly.

We’ve more than earned ourselves more mugs of tea and a few rounds of Formula One.

“So, those vital co-living questions,” he says. I realise we’ve both lived with a partner for a couple years; longer, for me. Dan’s been cohabiting again with Max just now. He knows it’s the little things that build up to big conflicts. “Who’s gonna shower first in the morning?” he asks. “I’m not going in the office.”

“Me neither. I usually get up at 7:30, start work just gone eight — started having eggs for breakfast thanks to your stop-smoking advice, so it takes longer than my old cereal… I’m not long in the bathroom, not like I need to shave if I’m not going to work — god, you’re going to find out all my scummy habits…”

“OK, you hit the bathroom first, I’ll moan and groan about getting up but promise I’ll stick the kettle on by the time you come back. I might go down the gym some mornings, come back here for the shower — yours is much better.”

I grin. “It is, isn’t it? OK, just to make clear how anal-retentive I am and how I couldn’t cope without modern tech, I’ve got alarms telling me to have a break at eleven, lunch at one, tea break at four… I know this week is going to seriously need them, it’s just mountains of stuff with a huge deadline in two weeks. You’ll probably hardly see me.”

“So if I haven’t seen you by eight, extract you and shove tea — dinner — in front of your face?”

“Oh god, that would be great… I mean, I try to escape by six normally, but these two weeks aren’t going to be normal, I know it. At least I cleaned yesterday, so the place won’t get too bogging for a while…”

“Right. I’ll be out Tuesday night, football, maybe meet some people from work on Thursday, but I’ve got no real plans beyond that.”

“Cool. I might be in the office any day — d’you want me to let you know if I’m disappearing?”

“Mm. Maybe a text, useful to know. I’m usually at our place Tuesdays and Wednesdays, but again, it varies.”

“No worries. Guess we’ll find out how many meals we end up having here and whether we like the same kinds of meals.

Dan grins at me. I eat anything. If it’s not too burnt. I’m no chef but I can do the basics. Pasta or rice, some veg possibly from the freezer, some meat or something to go with, job done.”

“Add potatoes and steak and you’ve got my repertoire. I’m a dab hand at reheating, though.”

“We’ll live. In the meantime…”

A meaningful look, and he’s stripping off and dragging me to the bedroom. Our bedroom. Any fear over that is alleviated by his convincing me that him being in my bed is a very good thing.

A very good thing indeed.

* * *

It works out fine the first day — he pokes me just before eight and asks if I prefer pasta or the chicken’n’mushroom pie that’s in the fridge. We watch Only Connect. On the Tuesday he finishes work and I happen to see him get changed for the football. He leaves some food in a pan for me and calls at half-time to remind me to eat it.

Dan returns home about half ten, earlier than I expected, and he’s tight-lipped, clearly in a foul mood.

“What’s up?” I offer him a beer; he takes it, silently.

I wait a bit. It occurs to me I’ve not really seen the guy pissed travesti porno off before. He was annoyed by Gemma but not proper angry. He’s quiet and coiled; I get the impression he’s ready to spring, but only when pointed at the right target. Or himself.

He sips his beer a bit, puts it down on the coffee table, and sighs. Then he reaches round and pulls me into the most passionate snog I’ve had since… well, recently, but it’s still more than I’d expected on a Tuesday night.

I raise one eyebrow when he lets up.

“Sorry. Just, there have to be perks to being gay, right?”

“Course. My sweet body. But you knew that. Why? What disadvantages just hit you?”

Soon as I say it, I know them all. He hasn’t been in a fight, which is good…

He knows I know, and grunts. “Footie lads hadn’t clocked I was a poof.”

He’s the least poofy gay man around, but whatever. “Thought you said you told the captain, before you started?”

“Told Paul, yeah. Who ‘valued my privacy’ – see, he just texted me with apologies — so turns out, when I mentioned I’d moved in with my boyfriend last weekend, this was a shock to their little systems and time for all the don’t-turn-round-in-the-shower jokes, don’t drop the soap, no wonder I’m a good striker with men behind me… I think that one was supposed to be a compliment, weirdly, but that was when I walked out.”

He sighs and looks up at me. He’s so slouched, not his normal tall self. “I’m just tired of it. It’s not like my old work where I had to put up with it — new work are fine — but these guys are my main friends in London, y’know?”

“I know.” I fight down my panic at being called ‘boyfriend’, he’s exaggerating for effect I’m sure, and think what to say to him. “D’you think they actually have a problem with you, or are they just saying stupid shit because their gobs run away with them, like?”

He thinks. “Probably just being funny. Simon started it, he might be a bit… but the rest of them don’t really mean it. That would involve actually using their brains…”

“Huh. You’d best polish up your witty comebacks for next week, then.”

“Don’t think I’ve got any.”

“The classic, ‘In your dreams! You’ve got nothing to worry about, I’ve got taste,’ might be called for.”

The side of his mouth twitches in a weak smile. “That’d be true, all right. Simon’s way too…” Dan makes a shape with his hands, bit short and podgy, I’m guessing, then he adds, “straight… As in wanting two-point-three kids and half a Labrador in the suburbs, boring-straight.”

“Aye? Try saying that with as much sarcasm as you can, then. Could always go, ‘yeah, I’ve seen you all in the showers but there wasn’t anything worth looking at,’ – I know, you don’t look-at anyway, whether they’re worthy or not, but they’ll need the banter to get their daft heads to that point…”

Dan gets another text. “Paul again. Says the lads are sorry for taking the piss too much and don’t want to lose their star striker. They’ll stand you a pint next week, and your chap if he wants to drop by.”

“Tell him to make it two. And a chaser.”

He’s dithering. “Go on. I’ll come if you want, but don’t want to cramp your style, the old man with a bunch of lads in their twenties.”

“They’re not. Well. I think Pete’s younger than me, but the others are all about thirty, thirty-three maybe? All prime shacking-up and having kids age.” He sends the text. “You don’t have to.”

“Fair enough. Don’t want to drop friends the first time they’re a bit shit. I should know! I suppose, after a few times, you do need to think if you’re getting anything back to compensate for them being shit…”

“That Laura one didn’t seem the type to put up with crap. You cooked her dinner, didn’t you say?”

“Mm. She said once, my train-wreck life provided entertainment value. Guess that entertainment turned into civilised dinners with me and Diane, now just me blethering on…”

“Eh, stop it. Putting yourself down. Now, you ready for bed, seeing as you’re getting all togged up tomorrow?”

“Suppose. I’d normally watch telly to about midnight.”

He shrugs, doesn’t argue, simply starts removing his clothes.

All of them.

“When you put it that way, maybe you’re right it’s bedtime.”

He straddles me in bed and rubs our cocks together up and down, aggressively. Furiously embracing the perks of being gay, I can tell, but I don’t mention that.

It’s probably not much before midnight when I brush my teeth and turn out the little light, but having spent myself, I fall asleep quickly.

He gives me precedence in the bathroom in the morning, and danders back into the bedroom with an indecent towel round his waist — it’s for getting properly dry, not coverage, he claims.

“Nice duds!” he breathes.

I’ve done my suit trousers, shirt and tie, and am wrestling with an annoying cufflink. I hold it out to him to do before remembering he’s not Diane, but he chuckles and just slips it through the starched cuff güzel porno for me, his towel falling to the floor. I sit down, hitching the trouser legs up all proper so they don’t start bagging at the knees — another lesson from Ali, or was it Stu? – and tie my shoelaces. Add the jacket, comb my hair, bit of gel, wee slather of moisturiser, job done.

“Whoa. You look like James Bond! Just need the hanky in the top pocket, there.”

“One does not require a ‘pocket square’ for a mere repeat meeting with a twatty client, I assure you.” I use my best posh English accent, which is channelling Stuart, his Midlands boarding school and all. I reach down into the pocket. “Got one, but doesn’t match the tie. Next Friday, that’ll be the whole three-piece, pocket square, concealer, polished Oxfords, the lot.”

“I’m getting hard just thinking of it.”

“Aye, well, I’m not, I’m shitting myself! Mountains to be moved before then. Best get to it. See ya, love.”

I hope he didn’t see me cringe after I said that. ‘Love’ is one of those generic terms, like ‘pet’ or ‘duck’, right?

“You’re not cycling in that fab get-up, are you?”

“My Tom Ford suit? Certainly not! It can cope with the 188, though. If it’s too stupid late when I come back, I might get a cab. I’ll be back by round midnight, don’t wait up.”

“You serious?”

“Very. It’s all hands on deck these two weeks, sorry. Izzy will make sure we eat, don’t you fret about us!”

“She’d better. Off you trot, improve the looks of the bus stop no end.”

“You silver-tongued charmer, you.”

“Yeah, well, after this fortnight’s over I’ll show you what I can do with my tongue…”

I do like the way the lad thinks. “I will take at least a day off on the weekend, promise.”

“Good. Git your arse out the door and get to it, then!”

It’s intense at work, but the team is solid, Sam calmly prioritising and taking all calls he can about existing work, Kerry and Mike and Gary shouldering their side, Naz taking all the bits I can give him and returning competent drafts marked where he has questions, Izzy fuelling us all with coffee or tea, lunch, mid-afternoon cake, and finally pizzas.

“It’s the first long night. Pizza’s good for morale. You can all pretend you’re slackers in Silicon Valley. It’ll be healthier tomorrow, maybe that Lebanese place two streets down?”

Izzy’s also ensuring all the printers are filled with paper — we try to be paperless but it just doesn’t work — filing all the issues arising, and has an epic chart on the wall showing who’s doing what. Iz even has got Gary to show her how to set Lissa up on the IT, meaning Naz is filling the poor lass’s email account with documents to read when she arrives.

Thing is, while Naz has come on hugely in the last year and can do a lot of the data harvesting, all the modelling calculations still have to be me. He’s practising on some of the figures, but early stages — he’s only just signed up for his Master’s. So when the others head home around nine, I stay until near eleven, leave the jacket on the coat-stand, change into the old trackies from my bottom drawer, and flag down a cab. Twenty quid; worth every penny.

Which means it’s half eleven when I find Dan decanting bolognese into various plastic boxes, Pulp playing loudly in the background. He’s singing along to Mis-Shapes when he notices me.

“Whoa, bit of a come-down!” He indicates the saggy tracksuit bottoms.

“Left the suit at work, just in case some client turns up tomorrow. Means I can wear jeans and cycle it.”

“Fair enough. Two of these in the fridge, two in the freezer, you reckon? Each box is meal for two if you add pasta.”

“Try three in the freezer, just in case. But thanks. I’ll get these off now…”

“Good. Off to bed with you.”

I don’t argue.

Thursday goes much the same, me cycling in, in black jeans and a shirt, and returning home to find Garbage playing, the TV paused, and Dan’s on the sofa, one ankle over his other knee, another sketchbook on his lap.

He just acknowledges me silently and keeps scribbling. I come look, and see his unfinished drawing of Jonny Wilkinson, England’s well fit rugby captain. It’s rather good. The page also has a recognisable Jeremy Paxman and some newsreader I know but can’t remember the name of.

Jonny’s hair gets filled in, a bit more shading added to his shirt, and Dan calls it a day, flicking off the TV and shutting the book.

“Good portraits, those.”

He shrugs. “It’s just a hobby. Drawing.”

“So? Hobbies keep you sane. Speaking of sanity, I swore I’d take Saturday off. There’s this new exhibition at Dulwich Picture Gallery, landscapes, don’t know if that’s your thing, but you’d be welcome to come with?”

Pursed lips, thinking. “I’ll give it a go. Cycle down there, hang out in the park with a couple beers — drinks — if it’s warm enough? I can always people-watch in the café or look at the other galleries, if you want to spend longer staring at green hills anal porno and that.”

“See how it goes.”

“Got any other plans for the weekend? Apart from a bit of work on Sunday?”

“Other than hitting the dry-cleaner and Tesco’s, you mean?”

“You don’t get food delivered?”

“For one person? No point.”

“Sure there is — monthly, at least. Stock up the freezer and cupboards with all those heavy and bulky things, add enough beer to qualify for free delivery… Then you only need to pop in for the odd fresh thing.”

I nod. It’s not a bollocks plan. “OK. If you want. See if there’s a slot for Monday — you’re at home, right?”

He taps away. “11 am. That’ll do. My usual orders… untick Max’s shite… I’ll add to this and email you, then you tell me what else you want by midnight Saturday, right?”

“Email my work address.” I give it to him. “Actually…” I go to my office and pick up a business card, so he’s got work’s phone numbers and all.

“MA, MEng, CEng, MIEE, MCABE? Very smart!”

“Age and experience, mostly.” I snort. “Like Laura says about her PhD — stands for ‘Piled Higher and Deeper’. And paying for the professional memberships. Hey — one thing — did you switch the delivery address for that order to this flat?”

“Shit!” He pokes his phone again. “It’s OK, still have Monday morning, 11.30. Phew!” He grins at me. “Told you you were clever.”

“Clever enough to know it’s bedtime. For me, at least. Don’t feel you have to.”

“May as well turn in. Hit the office early tomorrow.” He grins, that happy face I’m coming to really enjoy seeing regularly. “That’ll surprise them!”

I feel kinda embarrassed, giving him a quick kiss then just rolling over to fall asleep, but he just pats my arm and does the same. He’s lived with someone before, still gets on with her, even; he knows it isn’t sex every night.

Just as well.

Friday, I’d hoped to avoid the office, but Naz needs a hand and Sam has questions, so I head on in. Izzy’s clearly decided we need healthy food, producing a Lebanese buffet with many salads, a fruit basket on her filing cabinet, and a selection of herbal teas have appeared, though that’s possibly because Naz has been overdoing it on the caffeine. I make a note to myself not to let him near my Red Bull.

We’re getting there, first draft of a report taking shape, to present next Friday. But it’s half eleven when I decide to quit, and the cab gets stuck in all the drunks being kicked out of the pubs, so it’s gone midnight when I get home. Dan’s dozing.

He looks adorable when he’s asleep, golden curls lit by the bedside light. I have a pang of sadness for how Diane looked when she was sleeping, but given she’s gone, I’ll take this.

I sit and check the news on my phone while drinking an end-of-week celebratory drink. A large Caol Ila warms my throat nicely and then I creep into what’s becoming my side of the bed. He stirs, grunts, wriggles against me then settles again, and I sleep too.

It’s nigh eleven when I wake. I needed that. And then I notice there’s a mug of tea by my bed. No longer steaming, but warm, and truly appreciated.

Oh boy. I might have a boyfriend, and I might just like it. I start swigging my tea to calm my heart rate down.

Dan wanders in, faded jeans but barefoot and topless, which seems to be his default when it’s warm enough. I certainly appreciate the sight. “Oh, you’re awake! Thought I’d leave you as long as you needed. When did you want to go out? I’ll do us some brunch, if you like.”

We cycle down to the gallery in Dulwich Park, lowering the proportion of yummy mummies and posh families. The exhibition is interesting, but not outstanding, so I don’t blame Dan for wandering off. He texts me that he’s copying some portraits in the room by the café. I find him half an hour later, a few people admiring over his shoulder.

It’s started pissing it down, so the cafe is rammed. I fetch us cream teas — height of civilisation — and he’s found us places at a bar table looking out the plate-glass window into the grey rain. I lower the tray and squeeze into the stupid high chair next to his.

He efficiently sweeps our crockery and cutlery onto the table and ditches the tray down the back. The boy gets stuff done. The Army were daft to lose him, I reckon, but their loss, my gain. Dan brings his arm back up and his hand brushes mine. He gives it a small squeeze before letting go.

Dan puts jam on his scone before the clotted cream. I knew he couldn’t be perfect.

“Philistine,” I tell him.

“The jam’s thick, the cream goes on top like whipped cream.”

“No, the cream’s a butter substitute. You cut it with a knife, it’s practically butter, so jam on top. Even if this isn’t runny proper home-made jam.”

He sniffs. “I don’t care. I know one way is Devon, the other Cornwall, but buggered if I can remember which is which.”

“Ah well, they’ve managed not to need a peace wall across the Tamar; I’m sure I can cope.”

He grins, sort of relieved. Then he’s hesitant again.

“Ade? What’s your take on… PDAs?”

At first I think he’s asking about Psion organisers (grand, shame they stopped making them) versus Blackberrys (shit), but then I realise. He’s trying to be subtle and asking about public displays of affection.

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Well…I knew what Lisa was like and now I wanted to explore another desire of mine too. It was Gregg. The minds curiosity does drive one’s desires!

During my previous story-adventure with Lisa, I had mentioned Gregg and his fine ass.

Gregg and I were seniors in high school and both eighteen years of age. We had several classes together. Of course, one of those classes was P.E. The showering, after class afforded the opportunity to see him naked without fear of being labeled something derogatory.

His cock was average size and his ass was well formed…round. Perhaps a bit too much hair on his butt cheeks, but…after all, we were guys!

I used to jack-off at the image in my mind’s eye of him bending over as he toweled himself dry. I could see his “hole” between those cheeks and the ball sack hanging between his legs. It was just a fantasy at that time. We were friends.

Months later we had an opportunity to be together for some over night stuff. I was aroused at the thought that I might be able to live out my fantasy with Gregg. He had no idea…or did he?

We made a trip to a ski resort. Friends of mine had allowed for the use of their cabin That weekend.

We arrived to find a pleasant setting. The air was fresh and crisp. The scent of evergreen trees and the like was arousing to me, but so were the thoughts that were welling up in my mind and inside my pants!

I qiqitv.info knew that the pre-cum was wetting me something bad! I hoped that it wouldn’t show through. The semi-buldge was bad enough. Gregg’s ass inside those jeans was making me crazy with desire. Would I be able to experience my fantasy with him?

After moving our baggage inside the cabin we headed out for a hike. I remained behind Gregg most of the time, so that I was able to admire the object of my desire…his ass.

Upon arriving back to the cabin and after having a great meal…it was time to clean up for bed. We would be sleeping in the same room and the same bed.

I showered first. I spent some extra time cleaning myself in the event that we some how would connect that night. ‘Em…Would it be a mutual massage leading to the exploration of our “private” parts?

Gregg showered next.

As I sat on the bed wearing my jockey shorts and watching TV, Gregg came out of the bathroom. His upper body was bare too and he wore only PJ bottoms. Our nipples were stiff with the cold air in the room.

He placed his clothes on the chair next to the bed and then “leaped” onto the bed! His immediate and next move surprised me!

As he landed on the bed next to me he rolled towards me and when his ass touched my leg he wiggled it and asked me if I could see the hole in the crotch area of his PJs!

This was hard porno it! I knew that we would be doing some nasty stuff in short order and that my desires would be satisfied for now.

I looked and could see a hole that exposed his ass hole to my view. Interesting…the tear in his PJ bottom was directly over that spot. Hehehe!

I asked him if I could place my finger in there. No problem! Wow! It was warm to the touch and my cock had gotten real hard-quickly…remember the mind’s ability to excite?

Gregg moaned with my touch. I pushed at the entrance, but not hard enough to enter him. I then moved my finger in small circles about his hole. That was it! He had to raise his ass up and adjust his hardening cock to a more comfortable position. He was on his stomach.

As he raised off the bed to adjust his cock I pulled my finger from his PJs and reached up for the elastic waist band. Using both hands I pulled his pants down with one quick pull…stopping just below his butt cheeks. What a sight! My heart was really beating fast! My shorts were soaked with pre-cum!

I placed the finger that had massaged his ass hole to my nose. I sniffed it and was hoping to learn of his scent. Almost nothing…he was clean also.

I then laid behind him and between his spread legs. My face was at his ass level. I wanted to experience his scent! It was a turn on for me reklamsız porno and so nasty, but clean. I placed one hand on each of his cheeks and spread them open. It was enough to expose his ass hole to the same cold temperature that had caused our nipples to swell. Gregg mentioned that it felt good knowing that he was exposed to me and that the cold air felt strangely good!

I placed my nose near his hole and sniffed. He had a faint scent. I found it exciting, but wanted a bit more. I spread him open a bit more and pushed my nose onto his opening. Gregg could feel the warm air from my nose breath moving across his ass hole and that he liked it!

That was it! I could feel my cock about to explode! He smelled good to me! The excitement, stimulation, and desire was more then I could bare! Without a word I moved up onto Gregg. I pulled my pants down and placed my hard cock between those ass cheeks snug in his crack. I didn’t enter him.

The pre-cum was all the lube that was needed! I slid myself up and down just a few times and then I exploded with a big load!

My cum squirted out onto his ass and lower back! I kept pumping until I could shoot no more! I could feel his hole warmth against my cock shaft as I started to come down. I just lay there on top of him. It was a great feeling!

As I got up I could see that the cum had covered his ass and had filled the crack…it was a natural drain across his ass hole and down the backside of his balls and sack.

It was “special” to share himself with me. My curiosity had been satisfied for now.

As he cleaned himself in the shower…I wondered what he wanted from me when he came out…

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Kate’s First Stray

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Kate had met her husband Brian while she was a freshman in college, and he was just starting off as an assistant professor. He was eight years older than she, but at the time, that did not seem like much at all. He was extremely good looking, and lots of the coeds were hot for him. When Kate had him for a class during her second semester, the two of them had sensed a connection that grew and grew. They dated quietly for the next three years while she continued her undergraduate work, but once she graduated, they wasted no time in getting married, tying the knot only weeks after commencement.

They were totally in love with one another, and just as Brian was considered a great catch by most women, so too was Kate an extremely hot looking young woman. Sex between them had always been wonderful, and neither of them had ever considered straying from the other, why would they? Over the next several years, they had three boys and did all of the things with their kids that happy, well adjusted families try to do. Kate continued working, mostly so the family could afford the extra frills that the family had become accustomed to: big house in the suburbs, vacations, ski house, and more. Because they shared so many of the family chores together, neither Kate nor Brian felt over burdened with family responsibilities.

During the last two or three years, Kate had been looking for a job that offered her more time off, and one that placed less stress upon her at work and at home. Finally, that job materialized, and she could not have been happier.

She had begun her new job in March, and she loved it from the very beginning. She had worked in the high stress field of medical administration for about a dozen years, and now, at the age of 33 and with three growing boys, she was absolutely ready for a change. Her new job caused her to be part of a team of medical experts who inspected healthcare facilities all over her state.

The position was one that was sought after by many, but one in which only a few lucky professionals ever found themselves. A position funded by the federal government, it paid well, the hours were stable, there was no stress at all, and the people she worked with were a great group. And, one added benefit of the job was the four day work week, ensuring that every weekend was at the very least a three day holiday for her and her family.

Following two weeks of orientation, Kate joined a team of four other inspectors and set out in earnest in her new position. She was one of three women and three men. Ginny and Laura, who both looked to be middle aged and married, specialized in questions dealing with nutrition. Paul, a thirty-something gay man from the city, was a social worker who dealt with any issues pertaining to that specialty. And Marc, an exceptionally well built and good looking black guy, who couldn’t be over thirty, if he was even that old, was a medical professional like herself. Kate quickly assessed the women and Paul, noting that the women were married, had older kids, and were hoping for the next few years to go by fast so they could retire.

Paul was a slight man of average looks around 50, and he was comfortable with his status as a gay man. He had a live-in partner, and was all around a pretty pleasant guy with a great sense of humor. Marc, Kate figured, probably got the job at such a young age because of affirmative action. But that didn’t matter to her as he was at once bright, pleasant, sensitive, and down to earth. And, what really made Marc a pleasure to know was the fact that like Kate, he was an avid follower of baseball and sports in general. What’s more, Marc had a mildly sarcastic sense of humor, which gradually revealed itself as Kate got to know him better.

As time passed, she learned to her amazement, that Marc, like her Brian had just turned forty-one years old. Kate was amazed. When Brian had been in his twenties and thirties, he was physically fit and looked great, but now that he was in his forties, he was starting to look more like his age. On the other hand, Marc’s perfect physique made him look many years younger. Unlike the others, he did not seem to have a significant other, but he did mention dating from time to time. As Kate thought about Marc, she realized that he could probably have his way with any girl he chose to date, because he was so handsome and was blessed with such an athletic physique. Actually, she knew that his great body was something that he worked on faithfully each day, and so it was the result of his own efforts and self discipline, and not any blessing that had been bestowed upon him.

As the months passed, Kate grew to enjoy her group of coworkers very much. They really were a great group of people who all got along well together. She enjoyed them all, but she especially enjoyed Marc because of their common interest in baseball with one of them always trying to have the news of the latest preseason signings first. She also enjoyed his sarcastic humor. alt yazılı seks And, she knew that she always enjoyed watching him because he was such a good looking guy, a great face, and a great body to complement it. Not that he flaunted it, because he didn’t. In fact, Marc wore loose fitting shirts and slacks almost all of the time. Once in a while, he would wear a shirt that would cling to his beautifully sculpted upper body just a bit, and all of the women, including Kate would give him a hard time about showing off. For his part, Paul would smile and tell Marc that he wished he were younger. This would get a laugh from them all.

Marc too enjoyed his group of co workers, and he especially liked Kate. In his eyes, she was perfect with her sandy hair; her very beautifully shaped rounded tits, thin waist, and perfectly formed legs. For him, perhaps her best feature was the blue eyes which sparkled from her truly beautiful face. He could not believe that she was 33 and had three boys. When he first saw her, he thought she could not be older than 27, and he figured that she must have had some connection to get the job at such a young age. He found talking to her easy since they had a common interest in baseball and sports in general. This worked well for him as it gave him an easy opening to at once talk to this white beauty while taking in every beautiful feature of her body.

As time passed, it became obvious to all that Kate and Marc had a special connection to one another, not only professionally, but also interpersonally in their common interests. So, it was not uncommon to see them spending a lot of time talking with one another. When Kate would talk with Marc, she would sometimes notice how he would look deep into her eyes, and at these times she felt her heart race and her stomach tingle.

And while she was embarrassed by it, she felt her vagina moisten just a bit with excitement. This was a strange experience for her as it had never happened with any other guy except her Brian. But there was no denying it to herself. She knew she was attracted to this hot looking black man with the handsome smile, and she enjoyed interacting with him and watching him.

And from time to time, she would let her mind wander about what it might be like to be with him. But she knew that she never could because of her love for and devotion to Brian. Still, Kate felt a warm connection to Marc, and she felt that he felt the same way about her. It was funny, because she thought that if she were now a single woman, she would definitely be interested in dating someone like Marc, even though he was black, and while that was now acceptable to do, it was still not done widely by people in her age bracket.

Because of these feelings about Marc, Kate was always on her guard about appearing to be flirty with him. She did her best not to let herself show how she really felt about him, to him or in front of the others. She did not ever want things to slip out of control. And she had a gnawing feeling that things could slip out of control with Marc, depending upon the situation.

It was strange; she had never been worried about anything happening between her and another man. But with Marc, she was so attracted to him; she just did not want to be in a situation where she was not in total control. So, while she enjoyed the mildly sarcastic banter, and while she loved playing practical jokes on him, she was careful to stick to the role of devoted wife and mother who had no real interest in anyone other than her husband.

In truth, sex with Brian was still wonderful. He was still a good looking guy in his forties, and they still loved one another very much. But on those occasions when Kate let her mind think about how it might be to be with the tightly toned Marc who was considerably bigger in stature and in muscular bulk than Brian, she felt herself getting very excited. It was not that Marc was a huge guy, but it was just that at forty one, he still looked like he was in his twenties with a tightly ripped body, broad shoulders, strong chest, thin waist and a great ass. Kate kept these thoughts to herself.

For his part, Marc liked Kate very much as a person. He really enjoyed the fact that she could talk about sports intelligently, and he enjoyed her quick and sarcastic replies to his comments. On another level, he was totally taken with her physical appearance. She always dressed in a way that highlighted, but did not flaunt, her beautifully kept body. Her face was flat out beautiful. Everything about it, the eyes, the nose, the lips……..was beautiful. And lately, Marc had focused his attention on her wonderfully round tits and perfectly shaped ass. When he looked at her, he had all he could do to control himself, and frequently he felt his coal black shaft coming to life when in her company. Yet he doubted that he could ever have her, as she was so fully wrapped up in her husband and perfect family.

While porno 92 Marc had done a lot of dating, he was fussy, and had not ever found someone with whom he thought he could spend the rest of his life. But, Kate was different. If only he could find someone like her, he certainly could spend the rest of his life with her. Between her beautiful body and her terrific personality, Marc would never want for more. But, while Marc could catch glimpses of interest in Kate’s eyes from time to time when they occasionally locked eyes, she would always look away and give the unmistakable message that she was taken.

As June was about to turn into July, the entire team of inspectors were preparing to take two weeks of vacation at the same time, during the weeks of and following the July Fourth holiday. Thus, on the last day of work before their vacation started, they all decided to celebrate by having dinner and drinks together.

They selected a really fancy restaurant that was central to where they all lived and began things with a couple of drinks in the bar. Kate, unlike Ginny and Laura, had only one drink, knowing that after dinner she was planning on a long drive to the mountains where Brian and the boys were already settling into their vacation house for summer vacation. Just one drink gave Kate a buzz that she felt warmed here entire body. But, as their table was ready, they switched to the dining room, where Kate felt as though she could have one more drink.

She figured that the meal would soak up the extra alcohol. And it did, most of it. As dinner progressed, everyone loosened up a bit with the drinks they had had and the wine they had shared from a couple of bottles of wine Paul had bought for the table. Kate was feeling warm from the effects of her two drinks and now the wine. She was totally relaxed, and enjoying herself, realizing that she would have to watch any added drinks, or she would have to drive north in the morning, instead of tonight.

At the table, Kate sat next to Ginny on the right and Laura was on her left. Paul and Marc sat directly across from the woman. On this particular day, Marc had decided to dress more casually, since it was the last day of work for a couple of weeks. Thus, he had worn a short sleeved knit golf shirt which beautifully displayed his broad, square shoulders, his sculptured pecs, and his thickly bulging biceps. The shirt was not tucked into his pants, but hung loosely at his waist. A couple of times during the day when he would bend over, the shirt rode up Marc’s torso and revealed a quick glimpse of his dark skinned, trim waist and his defined abs.

Kate took in the view quietly, but it only set her mind in motion, thinking about what a handsome specimen he must be without any shirt on at all. Marc’s thick forearms also reflected his efforts at keeping every part of his anatomy in perfect condition. Having Marc dressed this way and sitting across from her was just about too much for Kate to handle. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes off him. His incredibly hot appearance had her heart racing, and she felt a strange tingling in her abdomen.

What really surprised her, and even worried her a little, was the fact that she could feel her vagina moistening with excitement as she took in the stud across from her. She was feeling a warm glow from the drinks and the wine, and she determined to be careful for the rest of the evening so that she would not do something that would embarrass herself.

As Marc looked at Kate across from him, he was amazed at how beautiful she looked with her face flushed just a bit. He thought that the alcohol must have deepened the color of her face, and it looked even more beautiful than usual. He also noticed that she couldn’t seem to keep her eyes off of him. He smiled to himself, and wondered if she might possibly feel hot for him as he did for her. As he took in her soft features, the light colored sandy hair, her full and rounded breasts, Marc felt himself hardening as he thought of the possibilities. He thought to himself that he would love to have her, just once…….and he got harder still.

Conversation at dinner ranged over a variety of things, and everyone was upbeat and happy, mostly because they all knew they had two weeks of leisure facing them. Following dinner, Ginny, who was feeling very good indeed with all of the drinks and wine she had consumed, suggested that they head to the lounge for another drink or two. All agreed that it was a good idea. They found a table, ordered and continued talking. This time, Kate and Marc sat next to one another. They exchanged their latest thoughts on the early start of the baseball season, and made small talk in general. Shortly after their drinks arrived, live entertainment began in the lounge. Ginny immediately asked Paul if he wanted to dance, and he was only too happy to agree. Marc wanted to ask Kate to dance to the fast music that was playing, but that meant that Laura would xvideos porno be alone at the table. So he waited. But, Laura excused herself to the ladies’ room, and Marc said to Kate, “Want to try dancing to this one?”

“Sure, I’m not much of a dancer though.”

“Perfect, neither am I.”, he responded with a playful smile.

It turned out that they were both far too humble. Marc and Kate were both surprised with how well the other danced. They both enjoyed dancing, and so they were pleasantly surprised. Paul and Ginny on the other hand, were definitely not very good at all, and it was obvious. As she danced, Kate had a chance to watch Marc’s movements on the floor. He moved smoothly, athletically, almost erotically. He was a great dancer, and Kate felt herself getting aroused watching him as he danced across from her. Marc kept his eyes on his beautiful dance partner as well. She flowed in her movements and he especially liked watching her ass and her breasts in motion.

As the music ended, they all returned to the table where Laura had just returned as well. She indicated that she was tired, and so bid them all good bye and good vacation. Ginny commented on what good dancers Kate and Marc were, and told Marc she had to dance with him as well.

More drinks were ordered and they all danced a couple more fast ones. Paul finished his drink and called it a night. Ginny, Kate, and Marc were left in the lounge and decided to order one last drink. Kate realized that the warm and relaxed feeling she was experiencing was from the several drinks she had had since dinner was over. But she felt fine, not at all like she was close to intoxicated. Ginny, on the other hand was looking a little bit tipsy and both Marc and Kate noted this in their glances to one another. As the band began a slow number, Ginny excused herself to the ladies room, and Marc seized upon the opportunity to ask Kate to join him on the dance floor.

Kate felt warm and comfortable as she placed her hands on Marc’s shoulders. She did not place her head on his shoulder; rather she kept her body away from his by just a couple of inches. But, she could feel his thickly muscled shoulders, and she could feel some of his taut upper body touching hers. And it felt so good to her. Her abdomen was experiencing a strange sensation of excitement as she danced with this hot black stud. Marc placed his hands on the back of Kate’s waist, almost onto her ass cheeks. He loved the feel of her soft body next to his, and he wanted in the worst way to cup his hands on her ass and pull her mid section into his thickening black shaft.

“And here I thought you would be different.” Marc stated simply.

Kate pulled back from him so she could look into his eyes. “What do you mean by that?” She asked, totally puzzled.

“Well, since you danced all those fast numbers so well, looked so hot, had all the best moves, I just thought that you could do a slow dance just as well, not like all white women do them.” He said this with his usual sarcastic bite to it and with a smile on his handsome lips.

“Just what is that supposed to mean? Like all white women do them? Are you saying I am not a good slow dancer that I dance like all white women? What’s that supposed to mean anyway? She knew that what she really wanted to do was to hold his body tightly to hers, to feel his defined muscles pressed against her body, to slide her hands up and down his back, and his arms, feeling the fruits of his daily work outs. With these thoughts in mind, she could feel her vagina becoming saturated with the moisture of sexual excitement. And, Kate also had the thought that the alcohol she had had might be causing her to let her normal defenses around Marc slip just a bit. What she did not realize was that while she was responding to him, she was unconsciously tightening her hands on his shoulder muscles.

“Sorry, didn’t mean for it to become a race thing, but let’s face it Kate, do you always dance a slow dance by keeping your body rigid and backed away from the guy you’re dancing with? I mean, it’s just not natural. You were so smooth during the fast dances, and now, you’ve stiffened up. I mean, it’s just a dance, Kate. It’s not sex, just a dance, so lighten up a little. Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot white girls can’t do that.” This he said with a broad smile, and he knew it would irritate the hell out of her.

“You bastard. You know I’m a good dancer; you’re just trying to get me going. And, what about you? What makes you think you’re such an item out here? If you were so steaming hot, you’d………” And Kate stopped herself right there, realizing that the liquor had indeed loosened her lips.

“I’d what?” Marc asked. “What were you going to say?”

But then she went on, more calmly. “Alright. So exactly how would one of the sisters be dancing with you right now? Since we white women just don’t have a clue. Do you have any suggestions?” Kate looked into Marc’s face, and felt a thrill course through her body, and felt her vagina gush anew. He was looking directly into her eyes, smiling that great smile. His eyes pierced into hers and locked on them. She was afraid that she might not be able to control the urges she felt welling up inside of her. “Well?” She said.

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PART I

My name is Kaiesha Carter, and I’m addicted to white cock.

Okay, to be fair, let’s start with descriptions of both myself and Mark. I am by no means a small woman. I’m 5’6″ tall, weigh in at around 286 lbs., and have 48D breasts. My skin is slightly darker than caramel, closer to mocha. I have shoulder length dark brown hair. I wear black-rimmed glasses, and behind them are, as I’ve been told, the sexiest almond-shaped-almost-chocolate-brown eyes that were created. Mark, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. He stands about 5’11” and is maybe half my size. He has an average build, no more/no less. He’s white, and maybe has a slight tan. His hair is light/medium brown and cut really short, close to his head; and it’s really soft. To top it off, he has the bluest eyes I have ever had the pleasure of staring into.

We first met online and became instant friends. As with most internet friendships, we began online and eventually graduated to telephone conversations. The first time we met in person, we went on a normal date. He came to my college dorm and took me to the movies. We saw “Erin Brockovich” way after the rest of the country did—that’s how slow the town of Meadville is… But I digress. We watched very little of the movie for looking at each other almost the entire time. However, he was a perfect gentleman-he didn’t touch me in a non-platonic way. After the movie, he took me back to my dorm, and before I got out of his car, he reached over and gave me the tightest hug I had ever received. It was nice. That was the end of the date. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see him again. We’d mutually decided that things probably would not work out between us, being that we lived as far away from each other as we did, and the fact that we were different races was a factor as well. Yet somehow, the fact that we were different races was also a curiosity to us both, I later learned.

Now fast forward a year. I had my own room, no roommate. Mark and I had continued chatting online, with no hint that getting together for another date would happen. One day, out of the blue, we started talking about sex more and more. It got to the point where we were actually taking about hooking up for that very purpose. One day, we did. He called and said that he wanted to come down from Erie to see me. After some discussion, I gave him directions to my new dorm and told him to knock on my window when he got there (I lived on the first floor). It seemed like an eternity passed before I heard a light tap on my window. I looked out and there he was. I motioned him towards the door to the dorm and let him in. I led him to my room where I closed and locked the door as soon as we entered.

I turned to him and he hugged me so tight that I couldn’t breathe. He was very strong for such a small guy. Eventually we broke apart and began touching each other. Mark remembered that I’d mentioned that my nipples were my “hot spot”, so he began touching me through my t-shirt. While he was up to no good, I started some trouble of my own by rubbing his already-hard cock through his pants. (It was nice to know that I had that kind of effect on him, seeing as that that was only the second time he’d seen me in person and the first time that we’d touched each other in a sexual way… Hell, it turned me on.) He began undressing himself. As he was, I turned off all the lights. The room was slightly illuminated by the streetlight outside, so I could still see him as he lay on the bed. I quickly undressed and joined him. He gently touched me all over as I began my exploration of his body. I stopped when I got to his dick-it was bigger than any one I’d ever seen and the 2nd one I’ve ever touched in the flesh. I asked how big it was. He told me it was 8″ long and like 6″ around. The only thing that went through my mind was “WOW, that’s bigger than my black boyfriend.”

I began licking it all over, taking care to gently suck the head whenever I got to it. Eventually, I started taking him more fully into my mouth, sucking harder as I went down. I’m sure I got 5 1/2 of his 8 inches in before I felt like I was going to gag. I eased my zorla sex way back up to the head and licked and sucked on it gently before repeating my earlier motions. His moans were like music to my ears. They, as well as the contrast of my brown hands on his white cock, made me move faster. I kept going until Mark suddenly stopped me. He said that he needed to be inside me. He had me lie on my back and spread wide while he put on a condom. When he moved between my legs, the look in his eyes made me gasp inwardly. The look was one of pure, wild lust. He looked deep into my eyes while he eased that thick white cock of his into my very tight, wet black pussy. Looking down between us—the sight was awesome. The contrast of white against black made me wetter than I had ever been before. I could feel every inch as he eased into me. Once he bottomed out he stilled, letting me get used to his size.

Honestly, my pussy never felt so full. I could feel my vaginal muscles gripping that massive white snake inside of me like a tight glove. And I knew that it was not about to let go until he was completely drained of his love juices. After what seemed like an eternity, he began to move, slowly at first, then faster and harder. With every thrust, I damn near screamed. To minimize the chance that I might wake the other girls in the dorm, Mark kissed me ferociously to keep me quiet. I eventually quieted down, and he continued fucking the shit out of me. At one point he began sucking my nipples, which undoubtedly drove me wild. Soon, though Mark had other ideas for me. He told me he wanted to fuck me doggy style, which happens to be my favorite position. I got on my hands and knees and presented my big ass to him. He took a cheek in each hand and, without warning, RAMMED his cock back into my pussy. He hit my cervix so hard, I literally screamed into my pillow from the sensation it produced; more pleasure than pain. He began thrusting slowly, picking up speed as I moaned.

Eventually he was fucking me hard and deep, hitting my cervix and squeezing my soft ass with every in-stroke. He gripped my waist tightly and began pulling my ass hard against his as he continued jackhammering his white cock mercilessly into my tight black pussy. “Oh my God, Kaiesha”, he moaned, “You are so fucking tight.” I heard him clearly but I never responded to him. I was too busy screaming so loudly into my pillow—I’m sure that only Mark could hear me. I was cumming so hard and I came so many times that I nearly passed out. I may have, because the next thing I knew, I could feel Mark’s cock expand and grow harder. Then I felt the heat of his cum as he filled the condom deep inside me. That triggered yet another massive orgasm in me. I was so tired after that. As soon as Mark pulled out of me, I collapsed to the bed. Mark however sat on the edge of the bed, looking for his socks. He left shortly thereafter. He had to get back to Erie for he had class the next day. And we resumed our online chatting relationship, but things were way different. We never discussed repeating that day but somehow I knew that I’d see him again.

PART II

A year after our first sexual encounter, Mark came back to Meadville. This time, there was no question as to what was to go on. The odd thing was that we sat on my bed for almost an hour, talking, like we were complete strangers. Let me tell you, it was a very awkward situation.

Eventually we got around to the good part. Mark stood, pulling me up with him. Without speaking, we both decided to leave the light on this time. (The first time, we did it in the dark because I was ashamed of my body.) I had a small lamp that I left on, and we used the light that was coming in through my window—it was early on a Sunday afternoon. We looked into each others’ eyes, and finally he kissed me. At first soft and slow, then more demanding. At the same time I was working on unfastening his pants. Once that was done, I broke the kiss and got down on my knees in front of him. I was anticipating what I’d see once I worked his pants and underwear off.

I really didn’t get to see his cock before it slapped me on porno indir my face lightly as it was released from the confines of his tighty-whities. I immediately took it in my right hand and stroked it while I rubbed the head of his cock against my lips, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. I planted feather kisses all along the length of his cock before gently sucking on the head while running my tongue along the underside. Mark moaned and told me, “God Kaiesha, you do that like you really love my cock. It feels so good.” Rather than respond, I looked up at Mark and stared into his beautiful blue eyes as I worshipped his beautiful white cock with my mouth and tongue, literally driving him crazy.

As I took more and more of his thick white cock into my mouth, I sucked harder and got it even wetter. When I could take no more in, I hesitated before I pulled back a little, and then Mark took over for me. Gently holding my head, he drove his cock in and out of my mouth excruciatingly slow, not letting me have any real control (and I loved it). He’d withdraw until only the head was in my mouth and let me lick it, and then shift back in until he touched the back of my throat. The only sounds in the room were my soft, muffled moans and him saying, “Oh yeah, Kaiesha. You are the best at sucking my cock.” After some time, my knees and jaw were getting tired so I resumed my stroking. As I looked into his eyes again, I could see that the feel of my soft hands on his cock, now drench with my saliva, as I stroked it was causing his lovely blue eyes to roll constantly. He quickly grabbed my hand to help me up and told me, “If you’d jerked me any more, I would have ended up shooting my cum on your face. But I have a better place to put it instead.”

Once I stood up, our lips met in a feverish kiss and our faces mashed together. He was naked but I was way overdressed in my shorts and white t-shirt. We quickly resolved that issue—I finally undressed for him. The moment my breasts came into view, Mark took one into his hands and literally attacked the nipple, knowing how sensitive they are. I felt my knees buckle at the first touch, and somehow he managed to hold me up long enough to get my shorts and panties off. Releasing my nipple, he led me over to my tiny twin-size bed, got in and lay on his back. His white rod was pointing to the ceiling. I wasn’t so sure about the prospects of getting on top of him. After all, I was a big girl and he was like half my size. But he assured me that he wouldn’t break and to get over there before he came to get me. I looked at him with another question on my face. He wasn’t wearing a condom. When I inquired, he told me, “Don’t worry, Sweetie, I have one to wear. But first, I want to feel that sweet black pussy on my cock and get it ultra wet before I slip the condom on me.”

Satisfied with his answer, I climbed aboard and assumed the cowgirl position. This was a first for me for I had no idea what to do. Mark was so sweet and patient with me. He had me lift up just enough to aim his cock at my opening and said, “Sit down. Slowly.” It had been a long while since I had sex with my boyfriend, so I was incredibly tight. Once I started to lower myself on him, I realized how wet I really was. It wasn’t until then that I learned just how excited I’d gotten from sucking Mark’s cock. I could hear Mark moaning beneath me and I was exhaling the whole way down. When I hit bottom, I felt our pubic hairs mingle. And I almost came right then. His cock was touching places I never knew existed in me. Once again, my pussy felt full unlike it ever did. I placed my hands on his chest and seeing the contrast between our skin colors turned me on even more. I began to rock a little and getting used to the size of his pale invader. Soon I was bouncing on him while he was holding on to my breasts, rubbing his thumb across my nipples. That drove me so damn wild. Suddenly, he stopped me. I thought that I’d somehow hurt him, but that was not the case. He told me that he didn’t want to cum in me, and definitely not so soon. I started to tell him that I was on the pill but decided to keep it my ensest porno little secret. At least for now. So I eased myself off of him and watched as he quickly put on a condom. I lay on my back and he got in between my spread thighs. I stared into his eyes and then looked between us as he eased his cock back in me. The sight of that sent me into an almost constant orgasm. There was no way for me to muffle it then, so Mark began to kiss me to keep me as quiet as possible. I locked my legs around him as he began to move with long, slow strokes. I was wild beneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust, trying to make him move faster. But he kept his slow pace. He obviously had other plans for me. He teased me until I was crying and practically begging him to fuck me hard and fast and deep. “OH MY GOD Mark, your dick feels so fucking good in my pussy. Please fuck me. Fuck me harder, baby. Stop teasing me with that dick.”

I was relieved when he did. He put my legs on his shoulders and began to fuck me with wild abandon. I could feel his hard cock slamming into my cervix. I could hear the sounds that we made: our moans (and my gibberish), our skin slapping together as his balls hit my very wet pussy, and the squish of my juices with every thrust. I could feel my orgasm approaching quickly—it started in my feet and went straight to my head. I didn’t want to scream, so I either bit Mark’s shoulder or buried my face in his neck. I did anything that I could do to avoid alerting my neighbors. And came HARD. Mark wasn’t too far behind me though. After hearing a loud moan from him, I felt his cock expand and get harder and then all I felt was heat as he filled the condom. He collapsed on top of me briefly before pulling out to dispose of the condom. He rejoined me on the bed and we talked a little bit and watched part of a football game, naked as jaybirds. He told me that he was enjoying our talk and how we got along like best friends who’d known each other for years. We continued watching the football game but every time they would break for commercials, we’d end up kissing and working up our horniness.

After maybe an hour or so, when the game went off, we kissed again, and I stroked and sucked Mark until he was extremely hard again. He stopped me suddenly and said, “I don’t have another condom. We can’t do this.” I looked at him lustfully and countered, “Don’t worry about it. I’m on the Pill. Just fuck me with that big white snake of yours.” To make my point, I lay back on the bed, spread my legs, and opened my pussy so that he could see the deep pinkness inside. I didn’t have to ask twice. He pulled me to him and kissed me as we settled in for a nice, slow missionary fuck. Even though the pace was slower and we had more inclination to look into each others’ eyes, the sensations were just as intense. Just looking into Mark’s beautiful blue eyes and feeling that white snake pistoning in and out of my wet black pussy sent chills throughout my body. The sex a lot different then than any other time because we somehow lasted a longer time together—maybe an hour or so. And every time he’d come close to cumming, he’d stop us to change positions. All that I know is Mark was somehow hitting my G-spot in just about every position he’s put us in. It was like he was driving me up the walls. “Fuck me harder, Mark. Damn baby, FUCK MEEEEE. I’m cuuuuuuummmming,” was the last thing that I remembered saying to him. I was lying on my stomach as Mark rammed his great white cock in and out my wet pussy from behind. Then it happened. I felt his cock begin to expand more and get harder than ever as he continued slamming it in my pussy. And he came with such force that caused me to nearly pass out. I felt the warmth of his cum flood my pussy and it set off a massive orgasm of my own. And when we orgasmed together, I was more satisfied than I had ever been in my entire life.

Unfortunately and much like the last time, he didn’t stay too long after that. He wanted to get back home before it got too late. We both said that we had to hook up again, but it never happened. In fact, I moved back home before we could even make plans and eventually married my boyfriend. On top of all that, he was struggling with depression (but not over me—he had his own issues). When last I heard, he’s happily married as well. Occasionally, I may see him online but that’s about it. All we have now are the memories of the best sex of our lives.

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The following is an excerpt from Punishing Miss Primrose, Part V. For more about the series, visit the Erotic Historicals website or search for the series at your favorite e-book retailer.

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Insufferable man, Beatrice Primrose huffed to herself. Perhaps it was she who ought to prefer the gout over that other affliction, one that she shared with the nameless nobleman with whom she had agreed to spend a sennight with in exchange for two hundred quid. She had few kind words for the man, yet her body would respond to his caresses, would yearn to spend at his hand. She recalled the force with which he had smacked her derrière, but the walloping had only enflamed her lust further. She shivered to think that he might apply his hand to her backside fifty times instead of the eleven she had endured.

Wanting air, she looked and found a door to a veranda overlooking the gardens. She stepped outside and admired the view of his estate. A fountain stood near the entry of the garden. A half dozen wrens splashed in its pool. Perhaps later she would venture into the gardens to enjoy the summer flora. She knew not what his lordship, as he wished to be addressed, intended, and the uncertainty unnerved her. But she had decided to see the sennight through. Six days remained. At their conclusion, she would have the remaining hundred quid he had promised. She would leave behind the whoring and return to Liverpool, to her aunt and nephew, James. She had not seen the boy for over a year and knew he must have grown dramatically in that time. She wondered if he would become a near replica of Nicholas Edelton.

While at the Inn of the Red Chrysanthemum, she had avenged her sister—and in some manner, James as well, for he would not have been born into the world and lost a mother if not for the treachery of William and Nicholas Edelton—and secured enough money to support her aunt and nephew for some time. As a bastard child, James would not have the privileges of his father, but Beatrice was determined that he should not want for much. She would put aside savings for his schooling when he came of age. She dreaded the day James would become old enough to inquire about his heritage. She had no answer yet for what she would say if he asked about his father.

Nicholas knew nothing of the child that had resulted from his rape of Charlotte. Though William was every bit as guilty as Nicholas in the evil deed, it was apparent that James, despite his youth, resembled Nicholas, whose slim figure and boyish physiognomy shared little with his cousin. William was tall with square shoulders and the same light brown hair as his lordship. She knew not which of the Edelton men had initiated the rape. Charlotte could only describe two drunken men assaulting her. But for Beatrice, both were culpable. Both were conceited young men of wealth and privilege, able to evade justice because of their standing. Both deserved the severest of punishments.

She wondered what had become of them. Though she could have continued her vengeance, humiliating them and flogging them to her heart’s content, the efforts had wearied her over time. Nicholas had become smitten with her, catered to her every demand, offered her more than she had ever hoped to exact from him. After she had dismissed both men, Nicholas had written letters to her, beseeching his mistress to take him back. He persisted in returning to the Red Chrysanthemum till Madame Devereaux declared him a nuisance and revoked his admission. Beatrice might have extended her stay at the Red Chrysanthemum, but she had no desire to ever cross paths with Nicholas or William again.

Finding a chair, she sat down and breathed in the country air. It smelled and tasted crisp compared to the city. She wondered at the distance to the nearest neighbor. In truth, she was a captive here, for while his lordship had said she could leave his estate at her will, he had not offered her any conveyance back to London. She hoped he would be civil enough to point her in the right direction. She had glimpsed indications of his decency, but he was too enigmatic for her to be certain. And she would have bet money that he disliked her in some form. Perhaps, upset that he was attracted to a dark whore, he directed his self-loathing toward her.

She did not like the situation. Accustomed to being in control, to issuing the commands, to hearing herself addressed as ‘Mistress Primrose,’ the role of the submissive one unsettled her. She was to address him as ‘his lordship,’ obey his directives, and be punished if he found her insubordinate. Thus far, she had committed one error. The penalty had not been too difficult to bear. Her arse had smarted beneath his hand, but the ache had faded faster than expected. The small metal clips he had affixed to her nipples produced a tolerable pain save when he pulled upon the chain between them. To her surprise, the sensations had only added to her ardor.

Her stomach rumbled, and she wished she had taken his advice and eaten more of her breakfast. She considered going in search xhamster porno of the pantry when she heard footsteps behind her.

“I’ve prepared a light repast,” his lordship said, approaching and setting down a tray with slices of meat, cheese, and bread upon the table beside her. “And this time, I require you to eat.”

Without objection, she accepted the glass of lemonade he held out to her.

“The sweetmeats came from the gardens,” he told her. “And you left this in the library.”

She looked down at the tray and saw the book, The Fortunes and Misfortunes of the Famous Moll Flanders, she had pulled from the shelves yesterday. Remembering his comparison of her to the heroine of Defoe’s novel, Beatrice said nothing. She reached for the bread and meat, making a sandwich, and took a hungry bite. He took the seat on the other side of the table and looked out over the gardens. He appeared more relaxed, and when the slight breeze tousled his hair, she was reminded of her hopes to have an enjoyable romp with the handsome stranger.

“You’ve no need to keep me company,” she said. “I do perfectly well on my own.”

“I have no intentions of a tête-à-tête but am here to ensure that you do not starve yourself.”

“How gracious of your lordship.”

He did not respond to her mockery. She swallowed the food in her mouth and, glancing at the book, wondered if a nicer disposition might gain her more. Though he insisted on having the dominant role, he had performed the duties of a servant, twice bringing her meals and drawing a bath for her.

“Thank you for the book,” she tried.

A little startled, he replied, “You’re welcome.”

“You have a great many books in your library.”

“My mother liked to read, and her tastes were diverse. From Shakespeare sonnets to original editions of French works. You are welcome to them.”

“Thank you. I’ve not read but a handful of sonnets in my life. My French is too poor to attempt its literature.”

He looked at her, curious. “You had a French tutor?”

“For but a year, and I fear my sister and I were poor students at the time. We ought to have made more of the brief opportunity.”

“You have fallen far from grace. With your upbringing, you could have aspired to be a courtesan or become a mistress to a man of means or…”

“A man such as yourself?” she teased.

He frowned. “Your circumstances must have been drastic for you to end up in a brothel with Madame Devereaux.”

“My whoring,” she went on, “is only temporary. I had…other motives for choosing the Red Chrysanthemum, which is not a brothel, though Madame is not averse to playing the bawd on occasion. The Inn is a club, of sorts, a place where its members can indulge in their most erotic penchants.”

His eyes narrowed. “Is that all?”

“Its members seek and want to be there.” Seeing the grim set of his features, she changed the subject. “But I have hopes that you will be my last patron. I shall seek employment hereafter as a governess or a lady’s companion.”

“You? A governess? You think you will be allowed the care of children?”

Offended by his skepticism, she replied, “I was a governess, beloved by the family, until…until I had to leave.”

“It was discovered your virtue was lacking.”

She scowled. “Yes, I had fucked the stable boy, the butler, the footman, my employer’s valet, and I would have done the horses in the stable if I had stayed.”

She nearly laughed at his open-mouthed stare.

“Which one of the fellows was James?”

Her cheeks burned. “None! I left because my sister fell ill.”

He cleared his throat. “And you nursed her back to health.”

Her bosom swelled. She could not respond, muted by the pain of her sister’s death, which flared like a new wound, though she thought time and her vengeance upon Nicholas and William would have eased the loss. But this insolent nobleman, who presumed to know her and her situation, who assumed the worst of her because she was beneath his station in life, had somehow renewed the anguish and the misery. He suddenly represented all that she detested in Nicholas and William and men of their ilk.

“What do you care for the sister of a hedge-whore?” she replied and tossed the rest of her sandwich onto the tray.

He stared at the half-eaten sandwich. “You should finish it.”

“You finish it if you care so much for it,” she replied as she rose from her chair, too angry to form a mature response.

“At least eat the sweetmeats.”

She would have, for she adored berries and did not often have them. But she wanted nothing of his at the moment.

“No, thank you,” she replied and made for the stairs that led down to the gardens.

“You’ll not have a chance to eat again till it is time for tea.”

She ignored him and proceeded down the steps, needing to put some distance between them. For some strange reason, she felt as if she were looking at Nicholas and William when she saw him. erotik porno But for his kind, she would still have a sister, her only sister.

She heard his footsteps behind her, and he grabbed her by the arm before she had reached the bottom of the stairs.

“You will eat more,” he said when she faced him.

“I’m not hungry.”

“I don’t care.”

Perhaps the painful memory, the knowledge of the crime that had been done to her sister pressed upon her mind too strongly at the moment, clouding her perception, but she felt as if she were staring at William Edelton.

“I’ll not have the sweetmeats left on the tray,” he said.

“Then shove them up your arse.”

She attempted to wrench herself free, but he tightened his grip. Warning bells went off in her head, but before she could correct her impudence, he had lifted her and thrown her over his shoulder. He walked up the stairs back to the veranda, set her down, and bent her over the stone railing. The hard flat surface pressed into her ribcage and the lower half of her bosom.

“You’ll want the sweetmeats now, I warrant,” he said, then flipped her skirts over her hips, baring her bottom.

Thank God the servants were away! she thought to herself. His hand pressed upon her back, keeping her against the railing.

“But there is a lesson to be learned here,” he continued. “It is much wiser to heed me without the opposition.”

He smacked a cheek with his free hand.

“Now, Miss Primrose, we will finish the sweetmeats. Do you understand?”

She was to receive another spanking, she realized. A part of her did not want to give in. The other part warned her that she had no choice. She had survived the one from this morning. How much more did he intend?

He whacked her again, but this time she howled. Something harder and unyielding had struck her. She realized he had picked up Moll Flanders.

“Are we agreed, Miss Primrose?”

“Y-yes.”

She grasped the railing, attempting to alleviate the pressure of being ground into the stone. He held a berry before her. She opened her mouth and accepted the fruit. When she was done chewing, he walloped her again with the book. She cursed aloud.

“But I—” she began.

“Fail to eat and I’ll double the blows,” he explained, offering her another berry.

She ate the second one and silently cursed him, then braced herself for another smack. She could hardly believe what was happening to her. Her arse was exposed to the world and she was compelled to take food from his hand as if she were a babe or a dog while receiving a paddling with a copy of Moll Flanders. A part of her wanted to cry. The other part vowed vengeance. She would procure her own sweetmeats and shove them up his anus—with a hard wooden spoon.

He struck her twice when she did not immediately take the third berry into her mouth. The air felt cool about her nakedness, but her arse burned. She ate the next one quickly and he seemed to ease the force of the subsequent blow. But the fifth one nearly sent her over the railing. She wanted to beg him to stop, though her pride would never allow such a thing. After the sixth application, he paused. She hoped the last of the sweetmeats had gone. His hand slid between her thighs. He withdrew it, wet.

No! How was this possible? Perhaps the current hiding reminded her of the delectable fucking that had followed the spanking from the morning? Did her body now interpret pain as pleasure?

He inserted a finger between her folds. She shivered. His breathing had become uneven. Would he take her again? She rather hoped he would. He seemed to contemplate the possibility. But it was unlikely he had brought a sheath with him. And given how forcefully he could thrust, a pounding against the rough railing might not prove that enjoyable.

“What is the lesson we have learned, Miss Primrose?” he asked.

She groaned at the patronization but answered, “To heed your lordship.”

“Heed and obey.”

Since he could not see her face, she rolled her eyes. Her buttocks ached twice as bad as before.

Without replacing her skirts, he threw her once more over his shoulder, making sure to grab the book before he entered the house.

*****

Why did she not eat the damn sweetmeats? Spencer Edleton wondered as he tossed her onto her bed. Not that he did not enjoy bending her over the railing and palming that delicious arse once more. It took all of him not to take her then and there. But he had none of her condoms upon him. And he was not finished with her punishment.

He understood that he had provoked her and made unkind remarks. While his assumptions may not have been on the mark, he was not far off the truth. It was her place to submit to his accusations. That she did not, taking offense and mocking him instead, irritated him. He recognized that the subject of her sister was a tender one, but he was too enflamed at present over her suggestion regarding the sweetmeats to dwell on the matter. milf porno He could not remember the last time someone had spoken to him with such insolence.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she watched him open the trunk of items from the Red Chrysanthemum.

“What is this?” He held up an iron bar with cuffs at both ends of it. Mr. Fields had not described this particular article in his reports.

She said nothing.

“Are we dismayed? I assure you I intend to try every one of these intriguing implements before our time here is done. Now, what is this?”

“A spreading bar,” she muttered.

He walked over to her with it in hand. “Show me how it works.”

Her countenance tightened, but she took the bar from his hands. “The cuffs go about the ankles. The bar prevents the legs from closing.”

“Demonstrate.”

With tentative hands, she locked the cuffs about her ankles. His cock, already hard, throbbed against his trousers.

“Now undress.”

“Again?!”

“Worry not. You will not be required to don your garments again.”

Her eyes widened.

“You should try to be a more apt pupil, Miss Primrose.”

“I erred,” she said after some struggle. “Your comments had incensed me, but I ought not have told you to shove the sweetmeats…”

“Up my arse.”

“I won’t make the same mistake.”

“Is it not common practice at the Red Chrysanthemum for the submissive ones to forego clothing?”

“Sometimes.”

“Do you allow your pets clothing?”

She frowned.

“I thought not.”

He found the pincushion and handed it to her. The heat was going to his head, but he could not stop. The more she defied him, the more demanding he wanted to be.

After removing the pins, she removed her gown with some difficulty as she was sitting on the bed with the spreading bar between her legs. He made no move to help her and watched as she untied her petticoats. She had to lift her derriere to push them down her legs. He adjusted the tenting at his crotch, wondering how long he could refuse his cock satisfaction. Next she unlaced her stays. After her stays, she pulled her arms from her shift and slowly pushed it down past her breasts. His cock reared its head at the sight of her two magnificent orbs. With the shift removed, she sat upon the bed naked but for her stockings, garters, and the spreading bar. Her body was an amazing sight to behold for she was near hairless compared to women of paler skin. Walking over, he brushed his hand along her leg. Her limbs were uncommonly smooth. His lust swelled.

“I did as you bid, my lord,” she said.

“Yes,” he acknowledge hoarsely as his gaze devoured her. “You are learning. Finally.”

Remembering he had found her wet after the spanking downstairs, he said, “Pleasure yourself.”

“Yes, my lord.”

She fitted her hand between her thighs and began to play with the little bud at the top of her folds. He rubbed his cock through his fall. He sensed her awkwardness but wondered if she were aroused enough that she would spend before him. How long would it take to make herself spend?

“Lie back,” he said, wanting a fuller view of her cunnie.

The moisture there allowed her fingers to slide along her slit more quickly. He walked around to the other side of the bed for a view of her tits. In the undulations and planes of her body from her groin to her belly to her breasts he found not the slightest flaw. Her head rested near the edge of the bed, and though he had intended to search for the condoms that she kept, he could not wait. He undid his fall and pulled out his cock. He caressed its length.

“Come closer,” he said.

He rubbed his cock against her plump lips. Anticipating what he wanted, she opened her mouth and took him in. He groaned at the lushness enveloping his shaft. The angle of her throat as her head hung off the edge fit well with the angle of his cock, and he pushed himself deeper into her orifice. She gagged but quickly relaxed. She wrapped a hand about the base of his cock to ensure its position. With her other hand, she continued to fondle herself. He grabbed both breasts and mauled them, then tugged at her nipples and twisted them. Her hips came off the bed. She yelped, but the sounds were muffled by his cock. When she tried to disengage, he smacked the side of an orb. The sight of her body, of her pleasuring herself, and the feel of her mouth about his cock was too much. He began thrusting his hips at her face. She grabbed him with both hands to prevent him from penetrating her throat too deeply or striking her in a place that made her choke. He replaced the hand between her legs with his own. The more she writhed, the harder he rubbed.

“Oh, God,” he groaned as the pressure mounted in his groin.

He pumped himself into her, and the tension soon shot through his cock, spilling into her cavity. She started to gag. He pulled out to relieve her choking, a string of his semen falling upon her cheek. His body jerked and shuddered. After shaking off the violence of his orgasm, he resumed fondling her. With his other hand, he kneaded her breast and flicked the nipple with his thumb. She grabbed the bed linen beneath her, perhaps to keep from sliding off the edge of the bed, but she was nearing her own climax.

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As promised, here is Part III. It is a lot different than the first two parts and it touches on some subjects that my readers may not like: incest and transgenders. If this something that turns you off, I do apologize.

Also, I am having to post this from my phone so there may be some issues with indentation, as well as spacing.

Thanks again for reading, and I hope you enjoy my story!

Ben was up in his room, slowly stroking his 7 1/2 inch cock when the front door opened to the house. “Oh shit,” he whispered, and he quickly closed the window containing the hardcore porn scene that he was watching. It was a particularly hot scene: two very attractive women, feverishly eating each other’s cunts in a 69 position while a well hung man plows his ejaculating cock into the pussy of the woman on top.

Unfortunately for Ben though, he did not get to see the finale that consisted of the woman on the bottom licking the cum out of the woman on top’s hairless, pulsating cunt. It was one of Ben’s favorite types of scenes; it was also one of the hardest types of scenes to find.

“Benjamin, are you home?” It was him mom, Cindy, that was walking into the house and interrupting him from his much needed masturbation session. It had been days since he had cum, and he was now beyond frustration by the abrupt ending that to what was, thus far, a very satisfying self-pleasuring session. He was so frustrated, that he probably could have screamed at his mother, but he refrained.

“Benjamin,” she shouted once more. She knew that he was home though. His old, beat up Toyota pickup truck was out front in the driveway. She was pretty that she knew why he wasn’t answering though: he was probably stroking his cock.

“I’m up here Mom,” he finally called out with mild irritation in his voice.

He had managed to clean the lube off of his hand and throw on a pair of gym shorts in record time. He opened his door and walked to the 2nd floor balcony that looked down into the front entrance of his and his mother’s spacious house.

“What’s up Mom?” He looked down at her. He could easily see down her white blouse from his viewpoint, and he admired her ample cleavage.

“Not much sweetie. What’s up with you?” She dropped her things down onto the table next to the door that served as a repository for all things that needed to be put somewhere else: keys, purse, coat and other “out of the house,” necessities.

“About the same. Just up here chilling.”

Cindy looked up at her son, admiring him lovingly. He had grown quite a bit while away at college. He had forgone a shirt and his well-defined chest, stomach and arms were on full display to her. He was by no means an Adonis, but she still thought that he was handsome. She glanced between posts that held up the balcony bannister, and she saw that her son’s semi-erect cock. It was clearly visible through his gym shorts and it was obvious, even from this distance that he was not wearing anything under those gym shorts.

“Got any plans for tonight,” she asked, trying to get the image of her son’s manhood out of her head. “It’s actually not going to be freezing fucking cold like it has been these past few nights!”

“Meh, I don’t know. Sara has been texting me all day about coming over to her house but I’m not sure if I really want to. Ever since I got back from school, she’s been blowing up my phone and trying to get into my pants!”

Cindy scoffed at her son’s words, felling just a hint of jealousy. “At least you have that problem! I haven’t been laid in months!”

“That’s because you never go out, Cindy! If you did, I’m sure you’d get laid in no time flat!”

“How many times have I told you not to call me Cindy?! College grad or not, I am still your mother, and you will address me as your mother, young man! Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” Ben came back sarcastically. He heard his mom call him a smart ass under her breath, and he chuckled.

Ben loved the relationship that he had with his mother. They were both very open and honest with each other. They always have been, ever since his dad bailed on the two of them when he was two years old. His mom had fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on which way you look at it, developed physically at a very young age, and much faster than she had developed mentally. She was, and still is very intelligent, but when you’re young, smarts are no match for raging hormones and an older guy that has taken interest. She gave birth to Ben, and became a single mom simultaneously at the age of 15.

Thankfully for Cindy though, she had parents that loved her. They took care of her and Ben, and they made sure that neither wanted for anything. Cindy was even able to finish high school and go to college. She got her degree and became a successful therapist, which paid well; and since the money was so good, she was able to provide for her son and give him almost anything and everything he needed and wanted.

Ben found his mother in the kitchen making herself gerçek porno a cup of coffee.

“What are your plans for tonight,” he asked her, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll open a bottle of wine and relax; maybe watch a dirty movie and have a little “me time,” if you know what I mean.” She winked at him.

“You’re such a perv mom,” Ben said, unembarrassed by his mother’s candidness. They were both adults, and as adults they were entitled to their urges and needs. A part of him wished that he could’ve watched, but he quickly disregarded the thought and chastised himself.

“So are you! Plus it’s not like you don’t do it too! In fact, I bet that’s what you were doing when I walked in the front door!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Ben said, feigning offense.

“Sure you don’t!”

Ben took a sip of his beer and watched his mother. Her back was too him, giving him a chance to ogle her plump ass. It looked damn good for being 35! Hell, all of her looked damn good for 35! Her toned calves, encased in tan stockings; small, shapely feet covered by sensible, tan heels that molded her legs into perfection. A light brown skirt came just above her knee, and her white blouse, while conservative, still graciously accentuated the curves of her 36C breasts.

She caught him looking at her when she turned around.

“Why don’t you take a picture?! It’ll last longer,” she joked.

“Would you really let me? I’ve got a camera right here,” he said, pulling out his cell phone.

“Now who’s the pervert, Ben? You’re staring at your mother while her back is to you, and now you want to take a sexy picture of her!”

“I’m sorry! I’m a sucker for beautiful women!”

“And I’m a sucker for sweet-talkers, so you better stop!”

They both made eye contact and smiled. Ben loved his mother’s face. It was soft and kind; the type that you could tell anything to. There was a hint of eye and lip makeup, but nothing too noticeable. She didn’t really need makeup though. To him, she was a natural beauty.

“I love that we can talk, and joke like this mom,” Ben said affectionately.

“Me too sweetheart! Me too…”

Cindy left her son, and lazily made her way to the stairs, went up them and walked to the master suite: her bedroom. This was one of the few moments that she had wished she lived in a smaller house. She was tired, and her feet hurt from wearing heels all day.

It was her heels that were the first thing to go when she got into her room. She sat down on the bed to take them off; she gingerly rubbed her bare, stocking clad feet. A moan of pleasure and relief escaped her full, pouty lips.

After a few minutes of rubbing each foot, she got up off of the bed and walked over to close her bedroom door so she could undress. She decided against it though; her son had not yet come back upstairs, and neither one were particularly shy around each other when it came to the option of clothing.

She brought her hands down to her lower back and gripped the zipper to her skirt. She pulled it down slowly and shimmied out of it. It fell to the floor, exposing the tops of her tan, hold-up stockings, and the white thong that she was wearing. She brought each of her legs up and pulled each stocking off, being careful not to get a run in them, and she threw them onto the king-sized bed in the middle of her large, opulently appointed bedroom.

Next she lazily unbuttoned her blouse from top to bottom; it too was tossed onto the bed. She was now only in her lacy white bra, and thong. She walked over to her full length mirror and she examined herself.

At 140lbs, she was heavier than she wanted to be but the extra few pounds gave her the “junk in the trunk” look that was so popular these days. She reached behind her head and pulled out the bun that had been holding up her shoulder length, brown hair in place all day long. She realized that had she been wearing her glasses right now, she would look like the sluttiest librarian in the world.

She ran her hands through her hair, scratching her scalp gently. Goosebumps spread across her skin from her own touch, and she wished that it was a man, or even another woman, running their hands through her soft, silky, brunette hair.

She brought her hands from her head to the clasp of her 36C cup bra. She undid it and let it fall to the floor. Yet another sigh of relief to be rid of another encumbering article of clothing escaped her lips and she brought her small hands to her supple breasts and she gently massaged the undersides of them. She rubbed back and forth, slowly bringing feeling back to her sensitive bust.

The last piece of clothing to go was her thong: the most uncomfortable undergarment ever invented in her opinion, but since she was wearing a skirt and abhorred panty lines, she endured the unpleasant thing. She slid it down her long legs and let it fall to the floor. Her legs were her second favorite feature, genç porno izle coming behind her large breasts, and in front her thick hips and ass.

She looked in the mirror once more. Her attention was drawn to the bush that was nestled between her thighs. She always kept her mound neatly trimmed, but she made sure that her pussy lips remained bald with the use of laser hair removal. Being completely bald was not something that she preferred; she didn’t mind it on other women though.

She ran her fingers through her soft, brown pubic hair, and as if with a mind of their own, they travelled further down to her smooth, fleshy pussy lips. They were slightly swollen, and she could feel a hint of moisture on them. She had been perpetually aroused as of late, and masturbation for her was likened to using a one-handed fire extinguisher to put out a three-alarm warehouse blaze!

Realizing that her bedroom door was still open, she pulled her fingers from between her legs abruptly so she wouldn’t get too aroused. She could’ve rubbed her clit to orgasm if she wanted but, she decided that she would wait until tonight when she could get comfortable on the couch with a glass of wine; maybe even get a little high. She wondered if Ben had any weed. Ever since Ben started messing with Sara two years ago, she started selling him weed. And really good weed! Her pussy twitched a little at the thought of Sara.

She had only seen her a few times, but when she did… Mmmmm, Cindy thought to herself. She loved her big round tits, and how Sara always seemed to have them on display for anyone and everyone to drool over. He was jealous that her son got to fuck that hot slut. She felt her hands make their way back down to her pussy once more. I’ve got to be strong! She brought them back up again. Just gotta wait a few more hours, Cin! And then you can rub your cunt til’ you can’t rub it anymore!

A thought suddenly crossed her mind and it sent a shiver down her spine. Here she was in her room, naked, and thinking about her 20 year old son fucking his hot, big-titted, drug dealing fuck-slut, Sara. She imagined him cumming all over her tits and then Sara licking his thick load off of them. Cindy’s engorged clit was begging to be touched. Her cunt started to drool and it took everything in her power to keep from touching herself. She tried to think pure thoughts! Maybe it’s me that needs a therapist!

Ben’s phone went off again, and he pulled it out of his pocket. It was a picture message from Sara, who was putting herself on full display from the waist down for Ben. She was wearing a jean skirt that she had hiked up to expose her cunt. Her legs were spread wide and she had no panties on. She was showing him her glistening, almost hairless pussy, trying her hardest to entice him into coming over to fuck her brains out. Another text came through that simply read, “I want you.”

Ben texted her back, telling her that he wasn’t going to be able to come over tonight because he wanted to hang out with his mom. She replied with “lol,” but she then texted that she understood. “But you better come over tomorrow because my pussy, mouth and ass are in desperate need of your mouth, and your fat cock.” Ben smiled at that last text and put his phone back in his pocket. He took another pull from his beer, and put it back on the table. Finally, he heard his mom coming back down to the first floor.

She was clad in a pair of tight, black, cotton booty shorts and a white, “wife-beater” tank top. It was immediately evident to Ben that his mother was not wearing a bra. He stared at her chest; at her small, brown nipples that were slightly poking through the thin shirt. His cock lurched to life just a little. He internally yelled at himself for staring at his mother in that way. But she’s just so fucking hot, he thought.

“Whatcha doing sweetheart,” she asked her son, walking over to the cupboard to grab a wine glass.

“Not much… Just relaxing, texting Sara and drinking a beer,” Ben replied.

“Oh, yeah? What are y’all talking about?” Cindy opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Red Moscato. She grabbed the wine corker and went to work opening the adult beverage.

“Oh, the usual… She wants me to come over tonight but I told her that I was going to hang out with you.”

“Aww, you’re so sweet!” She pulled the cork off and filled her glass. “But you really don’t have to hang out with your dear-old mom on a Friday night! You’re young! Plus, I’m sure that I can find something to do.” Cindy winked at her son again, and both of their minds went back to thinking about the dirty movie and the “me time” comment she had made earlier.

“I want to hang out with you though,” Ben said, smiling at his mom. “And you’re not old! You’re a MILF!”

“Oh my God Benjamin, I am your mother!” Cindy was shocked by her son’s declaration.

“Yes, I know, but you are also a MILF!”

Cindy shook her head and her finger at her son but deep down, she was flattered. She hdx porno was flattered not only because of the MILF comment, but the fact that he was forgoing a night of hot fucking for a night with his mother. It meant a lot to her. She took a sip of her wine and looked at her son. He was looking at the window, eyeing the sunset. She eyed his young, muscular body. She looked at the shaggy mop of brown hair on top of his head. She thought of his piercing blue eyes, and his clean-shaven baby-face.

“Whoever ends up marrying you is going to be one lucky woman, you know that?”

Ben turned around and looked at Cindy, smiling he said, “Thanks Mom.”

“So you wanna get a pizza, or something? Maybe a movie,” Cindy asked, changing the subject.

“Sounds good to me,” Ben replied.

Cindy picked up her cellphone and ordered their dinner and thirty minutes later, they both sat down at the dinner table to enjoy their meal. She watched him lovingly while he ate, and a sense of pride washed over her. He was become such a sweet, handsome, young man.

“Thank you again sweetie for spending the evening with me. It seems like we never get to enjoy each other’s company like we used to!”

Ben quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and washed it down with his beer. “I know it has. That’s why I decided to stay in. I’ve really missed you these past few months.” He took another bite of his pizza. “Also the pizza’s really good Mom! Thanks!”

“You’re so sweet! I am a little curious though,” she said, a bit of mischief in her tone. “What did you and Sara have planned for tonight?” Cindy took a large sip of her wine and waited for his reply. She had a pretty good idea what they were going to be doing, but she wondered if he was going to be honest with her. Her head was already floating a little. It had been a while since she had drank, so she was already starting to feel a little tipsy.

“Oh, you know, the usual,” Ben said, taking yet another drink of his beer. The bottle was almost empty when he finally put it down.

“No honey, I don’t know hon–would you please get me another glass of wine?” She finished the contents of the glass and handed the glass to her son.

“Sure,” he said, getting up and going to the fridge. He poured his mother another glass and handed it to her, taking a split second to steal a glance at her nipples. They looked semi-erect to him, but then again he had never seen them hard before, so he wasn’t sure. Putting the wine bottle back in the fridge, he grabbed himself another beer before closing it. He popped the top and sat back down at the table.

“So,” Cindy pressed, truly curious to see whether or not he’ll spill the beans to his mother.

“So, what?”

“So what were you two going to do tonight?” Cindy looked her son in the eye.

“Mom, I’m pretty sure that you already know the answer to that question,” Ben replied, turning his beer up.

“I want you to tell me though. I’m curious…” She followed suit, putting her glass to her lips and taking a sip.

“Ok…” Ben said, clearing his throat. Cindy could tell that he was nervous. “Well, we were probably going to get high.” He paused again, “Umm, then we would probably have some sex and then go to bed.”

“What kind of sex?”

Ben was caught off guard by the last question, so he wasn’t quite sure how to continue with this.

“Uhh—the kind that two people have when they’re stoned,” he replied, smiling dumbly. His eyebrows were raised and he was hoping that the answer would satisfy her curiosity.

“Was she going to give you oral sex? Cindy asked, secretly enjoying watching her son squirm a little.

“Mom,” Ben gasped. “I don’t even know how to answer that!”

“With a “yes,” or a “no.” She said, holding in a chuckle.

“Probably,” he muttered.

She nodded, “And were you going to return the favor?”

“Yeah,” Ben said bashfully.

“You know that we are both adults right? Plus, I’ve seen some of the texts you send each other and from the looks of it, you two are more than comfortable with pleasing each other in more ways than one! She winked at Ben, whose face was now as red as a stop sign.

“I know we’re both adults but you’re my mom!”

“And? I haven’t been laid in months and–“

“And whose fault is that,” Ben interrupted. He was starting to get a little defensive but he wasn’t sure why.

“It’s mine, I admit it, but I’m not talking about me right now. I want to know what you and Sara were planning on doing tonight! Maybe be a little vicarious!”

“You really want to know what we were going to do tonight,” Ben asked, shocked by the line of questioning he was receiving.

“Yes,” Cindy exclaimed, “I really wanna know!”

“Ok. Well, like I said earlier, we were probably going to get high for starters.” Ben took a deep breath before he kept going.

“Sara will probably dress up for me and–“

“Wait, what do you mean “dress up for you,” Cindy asked, “and also, do you have any weed?”

“She wears stuff for me; and yes I do have some weed.”

“Wanna share some with your dear old Ma?”

“I suppose,” Ben said, pretending to be annoyed but secretly glad that she had asked. He figured that maybe the weed might calm him down. “Want me to go and get it now?”

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“Thanks but no thanks, Tina, have yourself a good day,” Stephen Ranger said as he hung up the phone. The big and tall young Afro-Caribbean man tugged absentmindedly on his dreadlocks as he casually strode through Bank Street, and then crossed the street to catch the 7 bus bound for the Carleton University campus. The bus rolled through the snow-drenched streets of Ottawa, Ontario, and the frosty temperature outside matched Stephen’s sullen mood.

Last week, Tina Chan, the ‘mature’ Asian lady he’d been seeing off and on for the past four years or so, invited him to her place for some fun. When he showed up at her place downtown in the Village for their usual sensual fun, no one came to the door. He called, texted and knocked on the door, and no one came. Frustrated, Stephen went to grab a bite inside Shawarma King restaurant, wondering what could have happened to Tina.

“I hope Tina didn’t get into a car accident or something,” Stephen thought to himself as he left their meeting place and headed to the nearby Lebanese restaurant to grab a bite. As he wolfed down his lunch without much enthusiasm, Stephen wondered what could have happened to Tina. They’d known each other for a while and not being at their meeting place when they had a scheduled session definitely wasn’t like her, that’s for sure.

As it turns out, the foxy Asian lady whom Stephen was so fond of was otherwise engaged, with a student. Some other guy whom Tina apparently felt was more important than him, never mind their previously agreed-upon meeting. It hurts when someone you thought cared about prioritizes someone else above you, even if you’re just friends with benefits. Oh, well, what’s a brother to do? Stephen finished his meal inside Shawarma King, then went to school.

Along the way, Stephen checked his cell phone messages, all of whom were excuse-making exercises by Tina, and shook his head in disappointment as he read them. He couldn’t believe that Tina blew him off for someone else, especially since she was the one who insisted that they met this specific tecavüz porno Saturday. Angry, and worried that he might say the wrong thing, Stephen ignored her calls and messages, and sat inside the campus library.

January 2018 had come in full force, and brought along with it the fiercest of wintry storms. It was the start of the second semester, Stephen’s last at Carleton. On that particular Saturday, the first weekend after school reopened, the campus library was virtually deserted, and Stephen was thankful for the peace and quiet. Nothing like the sound of silence. The young man opened up his C.U. Learn account, and checked for the usual messages about his academic progress, the classes he was taking, and alerts about phishing scams which the school’s IT department dutifully warned students about.

Try as Stephen might, he couldn’t get Tina out of his mind. He thought about how they met, almost five years ago, at the Heart & Crown Restaurant. Stephen was there with a group of friends, and Tina was there with another group of friends from the BDSM lifestyle, which he was just starting to explore. He noticed the sultry, well-dressed, forty-something Asian lady with the long dark hair and enchanting smile, and later, went over to talk to her. That’s how the two of them forged a lasting connection.

Over the years, Tina and Stephen remained fast friends, and more. In the world of BDSM, the curious and highly experimental young man needed a mentor, and Tina became that for him. Stephen marveled at Tina’s ability to carry herself with class and distinction, and her talent for becoming a bossy sex kitten in the dungeon where they had their sessions. The foxy Asian gal enjoyed things like bondage, spanking, flogging, and pegging, as she called the practice of strap-on dildo fucking, and she was most eager to explore those things with Stephen.

Stephen recalled all those wonderful, kinky sessions he and Tina enjoyed at her makeshift dungeon, located in the basement of a private gym downtown. Sometimes, Tina 18 porno laid him on a bench and spanked him, and other times she used her strap-on dildo on him. Stephen had other lovers, of both sexes and all hues, as befitting a young bisexual black man. Still, Tina was his favorite because she was beautiful, smart, kinky and friendly. A lot of the girls and guys Stephen dealt with disappointed him, but not Tina. She was indeed super chill…

“Not anymore,” Stephen muttered to himself, and the young man thought of the women and men who’d been in his life for the past few years. There was Andrew Li, an older Chinese guy who lived near Rideau whom Stephen had some dealings with freshman year. Andrew liked young black men with big dicks and he loved slurping on Stephen’s noble tool, as he called it. They had a lot of fun together at Andrew’s loft, which overlooked Rideau.

Stephen enjoyed having his dick sucked by Andrew Li, and the eternally horny older Chinese dude loved getting bent over and having his ass stuffed full of Stephen’s dick. They always used condoms, and would suck and fuck for hours. Unfortunately, like a lot of gay men, Andrew Li thought Stephen’s bisexuality was ephemeral, and tried to ‘convert’ him, thus causing Stephen to dump his ass. Stephen enjoyed both women and men, and wasn’t about to stop having his fun. Not for Andrew Li, not for anyone…

There were lots of horny gay and bisexual guys whom Stephen had dealings with, but they were far from his only adventures. There was also a Somali Muslim lady named Fatima Ibrahim, whom Stephen met at the employment resource center on Catharine Street. Back in the day, Fatima was a real looker. Curvy, brown-skinned and raven-haired, with a pretty face, pouty lips, nice tits and a big ass. Like a lot of Somali Muslim women, Fatima Ibrahim dressed conservatively, going about in a Hijab and long skirt, but Stephen could tell by the smoldering intensity in her chocolate eyes that Fatima was a freak.

“Muslim women can be freaky too,” Stephen konulu porno surmised, as he flirted with Fatima, and eventually got her digits and began seeing her. The Muslim lady seemed timid at first, but she slowly started to get more comfortable with him. That’s why Stephen relentlessly pursued her, and eventually got the goodies. Not a lot of Afro-Caribbean men can say that they have had their dicks sucked by a Hijab-wearing Muslim gal, which makes Stephen a member of a select club…

Stephen smiled to himself as he recalled the fun times he and Fatima Ibrahim had together at her place in the By Ward Market. The sultry Somali Muslim gal loved having her pussy eaten, and Stephen would lay her on her couch, spread her thick thighs and then give her pussy a tongue bath. Afterwards, Fatima would suck Stephen’s dick like there was no tomorrow, tugging on his stuff even harder than some of the female escorts he dealt with, way back when…

“Hmm, I love the way your dick smells and tastes,” Fatima would say, while deep-throating Stephen’s dick, and the brother would smile and sigh happily. Afterwards, he would roll a condom on his dick and put Fatima on all fours. The young Afro Caribbean stud marveled as the sexy Somali Muslim woman made her thick booty clap for him. Grinning, Stephen eased his way into Fatima and began to fuck her.

“Your ass is a work of art, Fatima,” Stephen told her, and a grinning Fatima pressed her thick Somali bum against his groin, driving his dick deeper inside her wet, hot pussy. They melted into each other, her pussy gripping his dick hard, and they fucked and sucked like there was no tomorrow, letting passion take them where it would…and then some. Yeah, Stephen had great times with Fatima, till she moved to Montreal.

Sitting inside the Carleton University campus library, Stephen Ranger smiled to himself. He’d met a lot of fine ladies and interesting fellas over the years, and had his fun left and right. Perhaps it was time that his friends-with-benefits thing with Tina Chan ended. All relationships do run their course, after all. He hadn’t been in a traditional relationship with anyone, woman or man, in quite some time. Perhaps it was time to think less about immediate pleasure or casual fun, and more about whom he wanted by his side for the rest of his life. Food for thought.

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I walked outside to the passenger-pick up, with Val Kepler and the dozen or so paparazzi.

I slouched forward, resting my head against the older man’s shoulder while Val kept his arm around me.

Kat had been waiting outside in a limo with tinted windows. Sitting in the driver’s seat, she was well hidden from the cameras. “Hi Jack, welcome to California!”

That was all she said before raising the privacy divider.

Val sat across two seats, spreading his legs. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“It’s a little too early for that.”

“For water?” Val said with a smirk. He opened the armrest to reveal a hidden cooler filled with unlabeled bottles.

“I think I’d rather just catch up on some sleep.”

Val patted his lap as if offering. “At least sit on this side, to get the sun out of your face.”

There was, of course, no glare with the tinted windows, but I took the invitation. I laid across his lap, with my head on his thigh. The denim of his jeans felt soft, warm, comforting. I could feel his hand on the back of my neck, massaging me. “That feels nice.”

I felt like a spoiled pet. And I wanted a belly rub. I reached for his hand, giving his fingers a squeeze. With one sensual motion, I guided him under my shirt, inviting him to explore my abs, hips, maybe even lower.

Val chuckled as he stroked the blond pubic hair and ran from my navel down to my cock.

I moaned, purring like a cat.

Val took this as an invitation to unbutton the top of pants, exposing my boxers.

I somehow managed to contain myself for the entire ride, all while feeling Val’s erection against my back.

His daughter dropped us off at the remote Napa cottage, promising to come back with groceries, maybe some wine. “Unpack, make yourself comfortable,” she said without leaving the vehicle.

The moment she pulled away, we went inside, heading to the first fuckable location. Val leaned against the kitchen wall, unbuckling his belt. Although he had been holding his cane earlier, my older lover now stood strong.

I got on my knees, my mouth practically drooling for his cock. I gripped his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other. My lips kissed his tip ever so softly before I took his entire length down my throat.

I could feel Val gripping my scalp, guiding me.

“Wait, stand up,” Val said between gasps. He took off his jacket then his white polo shirt, before kissing me again. We move to the dining table, making out with ferocious energy as he started to undress me.

He laid my body, face down over the large wooden table. With my legs touching the floor, my ass was slightly raised. I could feel his fingers gripping me, opening me.

I could feel his cock wet with my saliva, pressing against my hole. “I want to fuck you so bad.”

I could hear Val spit on his hands, lubing his dick with a series of pumps.

“But I want to make sure I’ve got enough lube.”

I could feel the precum, wet against my gaping hole.

Val put his cock inside me, nice and slow. He would go in a few inches and pull out, teasing me.

I imagined this was the way he made love to his wife. He probably teased her clit as he fucked her over this very table. “Come on,” I moaned. My pants and boxers were around my ankles but I wanted them off. I kicked them away, letting them skid across the wooden floor to wherever they happened to land. I wanted Val to have full access. “Fuck me hard.” Use me like a playground.

“You want it hard?” Val asked as he slammed his cock, balls deep into my dirty-slut hole. “I’ll make you hard.” He gripped my shaft and started to jerk me off with his spit covered hand. “You like that? Yeah, you do.” He rolled his palm over my tip, lubing me in my own precum. “How big are you?”

“Eight inches, maybe nine. In all honestly, I’d never felt the need to measure my own dick. But there were a few BDSM shoots where it got measured while I was tied up.”

“What’s the most cock you’re ever taken?”

“Four,” I said with a chuckle. I knew what Val was asking but I wanted to mess with him.

“Four?”

“Two in my mouth two in my ass. I think I was spread out over a table just like this one.” In terms of inches, I never kept track.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Val said as he gripped my hips, sinking his nails into my skin.

I could tell he was about to climax. “Except the fuckers forced me to wear a cock ring. By the time I was allowed to cum, my balls were hurting so bad. All they had to do was touch me and I went off like a firehose.” I felt Val blow his load deep in my ass. But kept fucking me. Each thrust was hitting my prostate. I climaxed over and over, as his cum dripped down my thighs.

Val’s limp cock slipped out with a satisfying, slurp. I turned to him, putting my arms around his shoulders for another kiss.

He guided me, into the next room, on to a dark blue velvet sofa. The cool fabric felt so good against my skin, I’d almost forgot that I had yet to blow my load. We kissed.

Val sat up, it was clear he was going mom porn to suck me off when he suddenly froze. He gripped the sofa, assumably to avoid falling on to the floor, as his eyes rolled back into his head. He was having a seizure.

Although Val was not actively convulsing I could see he was struggling to breathe in his current position. “Val, I’m going to turn you on your side to clear your airway.” I maneuvered his body, laying him on his back. I knew the responsible thing would be to call 911, but that would’ve required leaving his side.

Luckily the seizure lasted only a minute. “You’re okay, Val. I’m here, I won’t leave you. Not now, not ever.”

My lover started to sob uncontrollably but no words were coming out.

“I’m going to get you into bed.” I put his arm around me, helping him to his feet. Luckily the main bedroom was not too far down the hall.

I rested in bed, on top of the covers, laying in Val’s arms. Stroking my fingers along his collarbone.

“Is that where the chemo port going to go?” he asked.

“Probably, I mean if that’s what you want. I can’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Will it change anything between us?”

“Nah. man,” I said with a forced laugh. “I’m going after that cock every chance I get.” Even with the risk of radiation exposure, there was no way I was giving up on Val. With the lights off, we stayed silent, eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms.

I awoke to the sound of the front door opening. I exited the bed, in the nude, grabbing a pair of pants from the nearby closet. I turned the corner just in time to see Kat enter the house with her key. “Um, hi.”

“Don’t look so shocked, I said I was coming back.”

I nodded and took a calming breath. “Sorry.”

“Is he asleep?” She asked as she put her bag of groceries on the table.

“Yeah. He had a seizure. I can’t lie, it was kinda frightening.”

“Welcome to the club.” Kat immediately went for a bottle opener, popping the cap off of what appeared to be red wine. She took a long swig. “It’s because you care.” Kat put down the bottle and took a seat as she fished something else out of the bag. “Sometimes it hurts to care.”

I took a seat next to her, taking a swig off the bottle. “Maybe chemo’s the wrong decision.”

Kat shrugged. “It’s up to you. My dad trusts you.” She offered me the bag of gummy candy. “CBD gummy? I have pineapple and peach. They’re my Dad’s favorite.”

The sense of defeat in her voice was truly heartbreaking. But I knew why. “Does your mom know how sick he is?”

Kat chuckled as she blinked back tears. “She’s praying for him, from where ever the fuck she is; Brazil, Costa Rica, the surface of the sun.”

“Hell?” I added.

“My mom would totally visit hell.” Kat picked up the bottle, using it as a microphone. “This is jungle Julia, reporting live from the hottest new travel destination! stay tuned, for an interview with Satan himself! Sounds fun, right?”

I laughed, then cried. I had come to Napa to watch a good man die a slow painful death. Because he would have otherwise died alone. “Let me try those peach gummies.”

Kat slid me the bag. It contained only ten pieces. I was no stranger to edibles and knew to take only two. “Thanks.”

“So, ” Kat said, taking the bag back. I hadn’t seen how many she’d eaten but she seemed oddly calm and relaxed. “When did you know you were bisexual? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“When my mother died.”

“Uh, what?”

“My Dad just retreated into himself; I was only fourteen so I took this as an opportunity to do whatever the fuck I wanted. As long as I kept my grades up, he didn’t care.

“I think the only time he cared was when I got arrested. I was sixteen, with a scholarship to NYU.

“You went to NYU?”

Nah, they rescinded their acceptance. But my dad’s lawyers worked their asses off to make sure my criminal record was hidden from my second choice school.”

“Wow, and that made you bisexual?”

“It made me crave.” I paused, licking my lips as I reached for the bottle.

“What did you crave?” Kat asked with a smile.

“Touch, compassion.” My eyes met her glance. “At the root of it all, I craved love. I wanted to feel a connection with another human being.”

Kat reached her foot to my leg, stroking my inner thigh. “Are you wearing my Dad’s sweat pants?”

“Um, yeah, sorry. I didn’t have a chance to unpack.” I glanced across the room to see where I’d kicked my discarded pants.

“I can help you unpack now, maybe show you to your room.” Her eyes looked sleepy, sexy. Kat was making me an offer I could no refuse.

“I think I’d like that.”

She escorted me to a bedroom, across the hall from where Val was sleeping. “This is my room.” Kat laid on the bed, stretching her legs.

I got on top of her, kissing her soft lips that tasted of wine and candy. “Did you want me to take off your Dad’s sweatpants?”

“I think I do.” She slipped off her panties like a pro. Her pussy was wet, mobil porno just begging for a cock. I was fucking her in the missionary position.

I needed to blow my load and she needed a good strong orgasm. I knew from experience that my erection had a slight bed, perfect for hitting a women’s g-spot. I pulled her legs over my shoulders, thrusting with all my strength. I was actually having fun until she sank her nails into my skin. Kat felt so much like Val.

I forced myself to finish inside her. As I blew my load, I kissed her lips. It felt so good. But then she turned away, rolling on to her side. “Kat? Are you okay?”

Kat nodded. “I will you hold me?”

“Of course.” I spooned with Kat, holding her as she slept facing away from me. She went quiet as I stroked her hair. I truly intended on staying until she fell asleep. But I wanted to be held. And I guess it showed.

Kat turned to me, gently touching my hand. “You can go to him.”

“I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“I’m not offended.” Kat smiled a forced smile. “He needs you more.”

I sighed and got off the bed. “See you tomorrow.”

I sat naked in the hallway, with my still unpacked luggage. I wasn’t ready to unpack or go to bed. Fishing out my phone, I could see I had four messages. Three were from my father. I didn’t want to call so late, so I simply texted. “Hi Dad, I arrived in Cali.”

I received an immediate reply. I had to assume my father was at work, just waiting for me. “Hello, Jack. I’m glad you’re currently safe. Given the sketchy nature of the situation.”

Oh, Fuck you, Dad! “Val says he’ll make it up to Dr. Cho.”

“Yes, well it’s not on just Dr. Cho who’s is upset.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I saw your little photoshoot. You know what that looks, like, right?”

Yeah, I know. It what you always tell me. “I sold myself like some kind of sex slave.”

“…”

“Val Kepler bought me, like a cheap whore?”

“…”

I knew his answer. “I’m sorry, I meant -cheap faggot whore.”

At least I thought I did. My father always managed to find a way to kick me where it hurts. “What would your mother think of you?”

I could feel the bile in my throat. “I have to go check on my patient.” I powered off my phone and carried my luggage to Val’s room. I knew I had my choice of guest rooms. But at that moment I needed so badly to be in Val’s arms.

I opened the door to his room. Val looked so still. I crawled into bed on top of the covers. ‘I know my mother would’ve loved you.’ I kissed his forehead, down his nose, pausing to feel his breath. ‘She always had a soft spot for lost, broken souls. I guess that’s where I get it from.’

“Hi Jack,” Val said, in a sleepy voice, his eyes still closed.

“Hi.” I couldn’t help but smile.

“Is my daughter home?”

“Yeah, she went to her room.” I straddled my legs over his hips. “Are you in pain? Do you need anything?”

“All I need is you.” Val lifted the comforter, inviting me closer. I knew he was still naked, smelling of sweat and cum. His blanket cave felt warm, soothing.

I rested my head on his chest, inhaling his intoxicating masculine scent. “Do you miss your wife?”

“Yeah,” Val said as he softly patted my back. “It’s ok to miss people; to mourn, to love. That’s what makes us human.”

As I rested my head on Val’s strong chest, it took every ounce of emotional strength not to cry.

“Do you want to talk?” he asked with a yawn.

“We can talk tomorrow when you walk me through your physical therapy routine.” I had a supply shipment to look forward to; a FedEx delivery of at-home medical supplies for chemo and palliative care. But until then I had all the time in the world to fall asleep to the sound of my lover’s heartbeat.

I awoke the next morning to an empty bed.

Kat was in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and a pink, floral print laptop. “Hi,” she said quickly making no effort to look up from her work. “Sleep well?”

“Where’s your dad?”

“Gym, maybe the pool.”

There was an akward silence since I didn’t immediately leave.

Kat looked up and sighed. “The first floor.”

“This place has multiple floors?”

“Four in total, the elevator is at the end of the hall.”

“Um, thanks.” I turned to leave, curious about what floor I was currently on, and what was on the other two floors.

The elevator opened to a small bathroom-lockerroom area. Two showerheads, four lockers, a toilet, a sink, and a door. I should have gone for the door or called out, but instead, I opened the lockers. One seemed to have Kat’s stuff, the other two were empty, and the forth had a combination lock. Why would Val use a lock? This was his house.

I figured this was a sign, I turned for the door. Then I spotted the trashcan. Is that a needle?

There was a hypodermic needle on top of the trash can. I felt the need to look closer but I knew better than to overturn the contents completely. I picked up the needle and used it to poke around; xnxx porno blood, cotton, more needles. Ok, now I had to snoop.

I checked the door and figured that I could keep the door in my line of sight while breaking into the locker. I could hack a combo-lock ever since I was a kid. All it took was very sensitive fingers. With a four-digit code, it only took a few seconds.

I could hear someone getting out of a small swimming pool. Was Val headed back? I felt like an idiot for not checking the layout of what was beyond the door. I glanced at the locker, seeing a few items that I recognized; medically grade steroids, pain killers. But there were several unlabeled bags of random powders, pills, and water bottles.

“Jack?” Val was standing behind me.

“Hi…”

“Now you know my secrets.” He threw open the locker, selecting an unlabeled water bottle, a plastic bag with a single pill, and a needle.

I was frozen in place as I watched him smash the pill int he bag, and mix it with enough of the liquid to create an injectable fluid. He shot up in his thigh, close to the scars on his hip. “What is that?”

“RedBull, Five-Hour-Energy, and fruit of the tree of knowledge,” Val said with a smirk. “I have more than enough to share.”

I was a little disturbed by how proud he seemed. “No thanks. I don’t do that shit.”

Val laughed. He knew I was lying.

I knew I was lying. I always kept myself in check, telling myself I could stop at any time. Technically I could.

And technically my addiction was why I couldn’t land a residency. “Why don’t you walk me through your typical physical routine?”

“Sure.” Val took a little more of the powder and dumped it onto his palm. He snorted it, well most of it anyway. The rest he offered to me.

I licked it off. I knew I could be able to recognize it by taste. It was mostly cocaine.

“How much do you do in a day?”

“How much Do I Do?” Val asked with a laugh.

“How much do you snort and much do you shoot up?”

“Seventy-thirty,” he replied with a chuckle.

“You know what I mean.”

“I couldn’t tell you the exact amounts even if I tried. But you have to admit, it’s good shit.” Val stood up and headed to the door. It was only then I realized, he was completely naked.

Through the door was a home gym. The layout of the room was a square, surrounded on three sides with a pool, a hot tub, and a bar. “What’s at the bar?”

“Water, Gatorade, Vodka, whatever I want.”

I looked around to see a supply of cigarettes and condoms and lube. And when I looked around the back of the bar, I found a drawer of sex toys. “You hold parties down here?”

“What can I say?” Val replied. “I have friends in high places.”

I heard him grunt as he took a seat on one of the machines. It looked like a chair, positioned at a deep angle, it was attached to a weight device meant for lower-body strength training. “How much can you lift with your good leg?”

“On a good day, I try for fifty reps at medium difficulty.” He glanced at the weight to see exactly what ‘medium’ was. “Twelve pounds, or five and a half kilos.”

“And your bad leg?”

“I try for about the same, but can usually do about twenty reps, with a smoke break.”

“A smoke break?” I asked with a chuckle.

Val proceeded to demonstrate. He easily did fifty reps, lifting the bar with one leg. Then he switched to the other leg, with much more difficulty. He went slow, I could see his muscles struggle and tense. But after twenty reps he pawed at the side of the machine, grabbing at a secret compartment.

I was expecting more drugs, but instead, Val produced a vape pen, taking a comically long drag. He exhaled a thick white smoke that smelled of strawberries and CBD oil. “Next I want to see your upper-body routine.”

Val obliged. With his vape pen close by, he moved to a different machine, working his chest, abs, arms, and back. Between each set of reps, Val smoked, until the whole gym smelled like strawberry candy.

“I’m going to get you some water. But then I want to help you with some stretches.”

His body glistening with sweat, he reclined on the mat, looking very comfortable.

“Let me open your hips.” I rotated his joint, massaging with tender pressure.

Val spread his legs, moaning. “That feels nice.”

I placed my lips to his inner-thigh, taking in the scent of his sweaty crotch. I licked his balls, sucking on them in turn.

Then I remembered the lube at the bar. I squeezed a good amount on to my hands,

His bad leg was stiff, but his good leg was sensually flexible. I turned him on his side and next I knew, I was balls deep fucking Val. Reaching around I gripped his cock.

He was wet with sweat and pre-cum. At that moment, all I wanted was to make him climax. I wanted to ride out his orgasm, truly experience his body.

I used my leg to hold him in place, gripping my body to his, as I pounded his ass. He felt so tight, I felt like I was fucking a virgin pussy.

Was he an anal virgin? He seemed more confident as a top than a bottom.

Or maybe he just knew how to be a good cum-slut.

He blew his load all over his stomach and chest. Just like before his orgasm lasted a good five minutes, with a rippling of tension throughout his body.

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Lita lay in bed, eyes still closed but a smile upon her face as the haze of sleepiness was being slowly swept away by what had become a morning ritual: Carlos was giving her the happiest of wake-up calls. Yes, sometimes it was the other way around, but today, it was he who was servicing her orally. She stretched as good vibrations swept over the entirety of her body. “Good morning, lover,” she softly spoke.

Carlos lifted his head just long enough to say, “Good morning, lover,” in return before once again placing his mouth on the only pussy he desired: his sister’s. As he sucked her two-inch clit, he was both happy and sad. Lita and he had become lovers over a month ago, but in two weeks she would be returning to college for Fall Semester. Would he be expected to remain abstinent in her absence? Could he? Would she do the same? These were questions for a conversation gaining in inevitability. All he could do now was to enjoy their new-found love for one another while she yet remained.

“Ooohhh, I’m almost there,” Lita whispered. “Don’t stop, hermano. Oh, please!” and she came, her pussy lactating its thick issuance into his mouth. Ever the dutiful lover, Carlos lapped up every bit.

He stood and lay on the bed—he was already naked—and Lita took him into her mouth. A smile grew upon Carlos’s face as he enjoyed what no other woman could do as well as his sister. Her mouth was magic, and Carlos appreciated everything she was doing for him. After about five minutes, Carlos said, “Lay down, hermanita. I need to be inside you.”

Carlos lay on his left side, then Lita snuggled close to him. He lifted her right leg, then slowly inserted his cock into her. “Mmmmmmm,” Lita moaned as she took the entirety of Carlos’s dick. She remembered how it had taken almost three weeks before she could testify to this fact, as big and long as it was, but now, he could give her every inch of it and it did not pain her. She moved her fingers to her clit and began to rub.

“I was so hard for you this morning, hermanita. I thought Mama would never leave.”

“She is gone now, and things are as they should be,” Lita responded.

They both lightly moaned as they shared their love and lovemaking.

It was not uncommon for Linita Rodriguez to bring work home with her, as she had done last night. She was a highly respected paralegal whose dedication to her employers had never gone unnoticed. Before leaving for work this morning, she printed off the final copies of a case she was currently working on, yet when she arrived at the office, she saw she was one page shy: The last page, the signature page. She raced home to retrieve it from the printer basket.

Once having done so, she made to leave, but thought she would check in on her children first. She went to Carlos’s room, but it was vacant. She heard light talking coming from Lita’s room, so she walked down the lushly carpeted hall and stuck her head inside the door, but she was not prepared for the image that greeted her.

Lita was lying on her side, Carlos behind her. Their eyes were closed, and smiles were upon their faces as they engaged in sex; he was slowly moving his erect penis in and out of his sister’s vagina as she masturbated her clitoris. Linita fell back against the wall as she invoked the holy Madonna, appalled at the sight, yet unable to look away. Carlos moved his hand from Lita’s belly to her breast and pinched her nipple. “Te quiero, hermano,” Lita whispered.

“I love you too, hermanita,” Carlos replied.

“I need to feel you cum in me,” Lita said. “Fill my pussy with your cum, Carlos.”

“Oh Lita, I’m almost there,” Carlos responded breathily, and after another five seconds, “Unnhhhhh!” and aside from his moans of pleasure, the only sounds to be heard were the squishy noises of his cock entering and exiting her pussy.

Linita gained enough composure to stealthily race down the hallway and out the door where she entered her vehicle and made her way back to work. Once there, she really was not there at all as her mind was filled with visions of what she had just lay witness to.

Mi hijo y hija were having sex, she thought. She didn’t know if she wanted to cry. She felt like she could, but she held the tears at bay. His cock was moving in and out of her so slowly, and it was huge. Bigger than Miguel’s. How could Lita accommodate such a large thing?

She collected the papers for the contract, stapled them, and placed them on Mr. Velazquez’s desk before returning to her own. And what of Lita, mi hija? Was that truly her clitoris she was rubbing at? It was massive, and the more she rubbed it, the more she came.

“… sample reports?”

How does such a beautiful little pussy accommodate a monstrous cock such as Carlos’s?

“Linita! Ms. Rodriguez!”

“What?” Linita answered as she was violently pulled from her thoughts.

“I have asked you three times now if you have received from the county those core sample reports.”

“Oh, no, Mr. Villanova,” video porno she responded. “They should be here by noon.”

“Are you feeling okay today, Linita,” Mr. Villanova asked, genuinely concerned. “Your behavior today is very uncharacteristic of you. You forget a document at home, and you are spacing out here.”

“I think I might be coming down with something,” she lied to him. It wasn’t the first time, and she was good at it, so why should he question her?

“Coming down with something, eh?” He said in thoughtful prose. “Perhaps you should take your leave until it passes then.”

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary,” she said in way of ending the discussion, but,

“You have more than enough sick days accrued. Take a couple off and come back when you feel better.”

“But—”

“That is an order, Linita. Go home. I’ll see you on Thursday.”

She collected her things and got into her car. Did she really want to go home? Could she look her children in the eye, knowing what she knew about them? What if they were still having sex? Could she bear to walk in on that again? “Oh, what am I to do?” she asked herself. What could she do? She started the car and made her way home.

Linita walked in the front door to find Lita watching TV. “What are you doing home so early, Mama?” Lita asked.

“Where is your brother?” was Linita’s only response.

“Where else? Working with his computers,” Lita replied.

Linita stood there for a moment, then went into her room.

Lita knew this behavior was not indicative of her mother. They had always shared a good relationship in that they were confidants who could talk about anything to one another, so armed with this, Lita went to her mother’s room and knocked on the closed door.

“Yes?” Linita called.

“It is Lita. May I come in?”

“Si, hija.”

Lita entered, hopped onto her mother’s bed, sat next to her, and said, “Mama, something is troubling you, I can tell. Care to talk about it?”

Linita looked at her daughter, wanting so desperately to address the actions of Lita and Carlos earlier this morning, but held her tongue. Instead, she said, “I received a disturbing revelation today, hija, and I am just trying to cope with it.”

“Were you fired?” Lita asked. “Is this why you are home from work so early?”

“No, no. Nothing like that,” Linita answered. “I just … Please, Lita. Before I can find the strength to talk about it, I must further rationalize it.”

“I am here for you when you need me,” Lita told her. She kissed her mother’s cheek, rolled off the bed, and exited the room, closing the door behind her. She walked to the living room and turned off the TV, then made her way to Carlos’s office, which was in the garage. She entered, locked the door, then made her way to the sofa as she said, “Something’s wrong with Mama. She’s home from work early and she is visibly troubled, but she won’t tell me what the problem is.”

“Ah, who knows?” Carlos said without the benefit of looking at his sister when he spoke.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like this,” Lita said as she pulled her panties off. She then lifted her skirt and cocked her legs wide.

“Maybe she got passed over for a promotion or something,” Carlos responded as he soldered some wires to a motherboard. Lita patted her pussy three times, hard enough so that the sound echoed through the garage, but, “She’ll talk about it when she’s ready.”

“A-HEM!” Lita finally said, causing Carlos to look in her direction.

With a smile on his face, Carlos said, “So, my sister comes to provide me with a pleasant distraction. Who am I to refuse such a gracious gift?” He placed the soldering iron on his work table and immediately made his way to her. As always, he placed his mouth between her legs. He loved Lita’s pussy. Just the thought of it made him drool and gave him a hard-on. He removed his clothing as he flailed his tongue inside her, then pushed her legs up and began sucking her butthole, which he loved equally as much.

“Oh, I will never tire of your tongue, Carlos, but sometimes I just want to feel your dick deep inside of me.” She knew this to be true, especially since she had begun being able to take all of him inside her.

Carlos scooped Lita up, then lay where she had been. She steadied herself above his cock, then slowly eased herself onto it. “Lita. Dear God. It is more beautiful every time I enter you.” She smiled sweetly at him, then closed her eyes as she enjoyed another session of lovemaking with her brother.

Linita came out of her room. She thought if she were to speak with her children separately—Lita first, then Carlos—then the shock of it all would not be so bad, but Lita was not in the living room. She went to Lita’s bedroom, and it was empty as well. The only other place to check would be Carlos’s office, so she made her way there.

Linita heard muffled noises coming from behind sex izle the closed door. She slowly tried the handle, but it was locked. She reached above the door frame for the key, then silently unlocked the door. She slowly opened it to find Carlos and Lita on the sofa, Carlos on his back, Lita straddling his waist, and Carlos’s cock once again moving in and out of his sister’s pussy.

“Let me know when you are ready to cum,” Linita heard her daughter say. “I want to drink it for you.”

“Oh, Lita. You are my dream come true,” Carlos said as he continued to slowly make love to his sister.

Linita felt a small urge to close the door, yet it was so small it was almost nonexistent. Instead, she watched with fascination as her son and daughter continued to have sex with one another on that sofa. How does she do it? How can her tiny womb accommodate a thing as monstrous and beautiful as his cock? Look at how he is stretching her labia, yet she continues to take it all unencumbered. And she wants to suck his cock? To drink his sperm? Oh, hija, I want to see you do this. Even as Linita thought these things, she was unaware that she had slid a hand inside her pants and was rubbing at her own clitoris.

“Oh, Carlos. Oh, shit!” Lita said, and her body jerked and spasmed as she orgasmed. Linita felt an increased wetness as she moved her hand faster and faster against her own throbbing clit.

“Hermanita, I am ready,” Carlos exclaimed, and Lita came off him and began sucking his cock. Just as he shouted out his ecstasy, Linita moaned as she filled her hand and underwear with her own cum.

Her knees buckled, but she retained her footing. She closed the door and hurried back to her room where she immediately masturbated herself to orgasm again. She lay on her bed, out of breath, as her clit continued to throb and little orgasms kept her cum pouring from her. She had to force herself into the shower where she just sat and allowed the water to wash over her as she wondered why she had reacted the way she did.

Back in the garage, Lita and Carlos were getting dressed when Carlos said, “We need to talk, hermanita.”

“What of?” Lita asked.

“You will be leaving soon,” he reminded her. “What is to become of us?”

“What do you want to become of us?”

“I respect the value you place on your education, Lita. You must continue to pursue your degree. Even still, although I have no real desire to be with anyone else, I do not know that I can remain monogamous in your absence.”

“Do you seek my permission to have sex with another while I am away?”

“I suppose that is what I am doing, hermanita. I do not like the idea of it, but I do not like the idea of you being so far away, either.”

“You could come visit me, you know.”

“And if I did?” Carlos asked. “You know I would never want to leave.”

“Ah, so you saw through my little trap,” Lita said with a smile. “Look, Carlos. I understand what you are saying. Let me think about this, okay? I will have an answer for you before I leave.”

“Until then, I shall show you what you will be missing while you are away.”

“Be careful, hermano, or these clothes I have just put on will easily find their way off my body again.”

“Like I would have a problem with that,” Carlos retorted.

“Okay then,” Lita said, and once again undressed herself. She positioned herself on the sofa and said, “Take me missionary, Carlos. You have never done that before.”

A smile came to Carlos’s face. He moved above his sister and slowly inserted his cock into her to the hilt. “Oh, damn, Lita. I will never tire of this, of you.”

At five-thirty, Miguel Rodriguez entered his home and made his way to his wife. He noticed she was a bit aloof, and when she was not too forthcoming with any details, he petitioned his children for answers. “I don’t know,” Carlos answered truthfully. “I’ve been in the office all day.”

“I attempted to speak with her when she returned home,” Lita said, “but she wouldn’t discuss it with me. Something about bad revelations at work. She did come home before noon, if that helps you.”

Miguel again attempted to speak with Linita, but she just excused the whole thing as stress and declared that the family should eat out tonight. They had decided on Red Lobster, and once there, she seemed better. It was a brave front, then again, she now had two secrets to hide: The first, that she had caught her children having incestuous sex, and the second that she actually got off on watching it. Should I tell Miguel, at least of the former? No, not yet. Not until I have spoken to Lita and Carlos myself.

That night, however, she made love to Miguel like a woman possessed. Made love to? She fucked him, plain and simple. She even allowed him to fuck her in the ass, an act usually reserved for birthdays and anniversaries only. She was so hot, though, and his cock just didn’t seem to get the job done.

As she lay in bed next to bedava porno her snoring husband, she thought, I bet Carlos’s huge cock could sate my desires. Oh, how wonderful it must feel to have that monster going in and out of me, my pussy, my mouth … my ass. Yes, I must feel it in me. And what of Lita and her huge clitoris? Dare I suck it for her? Oh, what would they think of me for having such thoughts? What would they think of me joining them? She looked over at Miguel to ensure he was still asleep, then began to masturbate. She came in no time, but she was still horny.

Linita climbed from her bed and surreptitiously made her way to Carlos’s room. She stood over her son, watching him as he slept. She decided she would do it. She pulled her panties off, eased a foot over his head, and began to masturbate. She dipped her pussy onto his mouth, held it there for a few seconds, then came off him. As she continued to masturbate, she did this again. Then again. Then again.

Carlos was having a wonderful dream. He dreamed he was lying on his back and Lita was lying on his chest. She began kissing him. She would place her lips against his, hold them there for a few seconds, then pull back. Then she would do this again: kiss him, hold it, then pull back. Each time she kissed him, however, the kisses became wetter and wetter. He could hear her labored breathing as the wetness of her kisses flooded his mouth just as he could hear the smacking of her lips against his. His eyes opened, he looked up, and said, “MA—!?”

Linita dropped her pussy onto his mouth and ground out an orgasm. She shuddered incredibly as she came, but she did not scream out, bad as she wanted to. She reached down to find her son’s cock was hard. She pulled it from his pajamas and began sucking it. “Mom, what are you doing?” Carlos asked, unbelieving of what he was experiencing.

Linita said nothing. She continued to suck her son’s cock, then fell in bed beside him, raised her leg, and allowed him access to her pussy. Happily, he did not disappoint her. Carlos’s cock gained immediate purchase, and he filled his mother’s pussy to the hilt. “Oh,” she cried out as he slowly moved in and out of her. Yes, this is how he made love to Lita. “Oh, Carlos,” she whispered. “Don’t stop. I’m almost there.” A few soft thrusts later, and she was.

Her pussy spasmed on his cock, drenching it with her cum. Still whispering, she said, “Put it in my ass, Carlos. All of it. I need you to fuck your Mama’s ass.” He obliged her.

He carefully inserted it into her rectum and was amazed at the heat of her. “Oh, Mom. You are so hot and tight.”

“You cannot simply make love to my ass, hijo.” Linita told her son. “You must fuck it. Fuck it hard and proud.”

Carlos began plugging away at his mother’s ass. He could feel it stretching and contracting against his cock just as he felt his mother rubbing her clit. “Mom, I’m going to cum.”

“Yes, hijo. Give it to me.”

Carlos came hard. He had to bite his pillow to keep from screaming, or worse, from awakening Lita. When he calmed himself, he asked, “What brought this on?”

“I caught you and your sister twice today, hijo. The first time, I was shocked and dismayed, which is why I was sent home from work. The second time was in your office, but that time I was so hot from looking at the two of you. I wanted so much to be a part of it, which is why I am here with you now.”

“What of Lita?” Carlos asked. “She will undoubtedly have something to say about you and I being together.”

“Then she must not know,” Linita said to him. “Just leave it to me, hijo. Mama will take care of everything. Now go back to sleep. Your service to me was exceptional.” She kissed her son on the lips and made to leave his room, and on the way out she grabbed his Los Angeles Dodgers baseball cap. She returned to her room and slept like a baby the remainder of the night.

As per her normal function, Linita arose when her husband did. Although she did not ready herself for work as she did most mornings, she still fixed him coffee and breakfast while her children yet slept. Miguel could not leave fast enough, but once he had, Linita stopped by her room and donned her son’s Dodger’s cap, then made her way to Lita’s room. Her heart was beating like a drum.

Can I really do this? she asked herself as she walked down the hall. Can I truly eat my daughter’s pussy? She was no stranger to pussy. She and her husband were swingers, and a byproduct of that was that they both were bi. Linita rather enjoyed the taste of pussy, she just wondered if she could commit to eating her daughter’s.

And there she is, she thought as she stood over her sleeping daughter. She pulled the sheet back to reveal that Lita was naked. Probably expecting a wake-up from Carlos. Well, why should I disappoint her? Linita spread her daughter’s legs carefully so as not to awaken her, then gently placed her mouth on Lita’s glorious clit. She began to suck it softly and was amazed as it hardened in her mouth. She had sucked scores of clits in her life, but none as big as this was. She felt herself getting wet. She hurried her pace even as she slid her own panties off and began to masturbate. She felt Lita’s legs twitch.

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My wife has disciplined and punished me since before we were married – and that was nearly twenty years ago.

To clarify, in our house the difference between discipline and punishment is that one is applied prior to an ejaculation, when the pain is at least partially mitigated by my horniness and the latter is applied immediately following my ejaculation, the better to render my pain more acute.

Peggy has taught me to follow three rules. I am to be respectful and obedient at all times and I am to submit without hesitation to her imposition of severe corporal punishment.

If I violate one of these rules, I am caused to dearly regret it.

Early in my training, my spankings were always administered in private.

Nobody saw me being spanked, naked and tears running down my face, my buttocks throbbing and stinging from Peggy’s thin, wooden paddle (her favorite implement for my spankings).

For that matter, nobody even knew of Peggy’s spankings.

Now and then, Peggy would threaten me by suggesting she might like to have one of her friends witness my punishment.

She said that she thought that it would do them good to learn how to tame a man and keep him constantly in his place.

When I imagined such a sight, I was mortified, my nude body restrained,ready for her hellish oaken paddle.

I imagined Peggy and her friend fully dressed, making my own nudity even more humiliating.

When I play this internal video in my imagination, I see Peggy paddling me to tears, causing me to cry like a little girl, as she likes to describe it.

I hear her talking to her friend, explaining that she always spanks me to tears and then gets even more severe.

As she explains it, when she has me genuinely howling and screaming, begging her for mercy that I know will not be granted, she doubles the speed and, most often, achieves an orgasm from the experience.

Not just the spanking of me but for all of the individual components adding up, as Peggy explains, to the proverbial total being greater than the sum of its parts.

She described the joy, the liberation she called it, of owning the man that she loved.

The ego-rush and the sheer satisfaction of knowing that her lover had offered his submission to her and that she had accepted it, along with a proviso that she employ regular, severe corporal punishment.

As I imagined such things, I got hard. But, I knew, with very little effort Peggy could cause my erection to disappear with a few stinging swats of her paddle.

I guess that I would have to describe myself as a masochist. A ‘mental masochist’ if you will allow.

I found the thought of a spanking to be erotic, the more severe the spanking, the better.

I imagined being paddled, caned, switched, strapped, birched, and tawsed, all by the lady that I loved – then and now, Peggy.

I learned that the other half of being a mental masochist was my ability to savor the experience after it was over.

The feeling of the thrashing still fresh on my spanked flesh.

My buttocks still ablaze with the stinging and burning caused by the paddle.

If the cane has been used, I will feel the sensitive welts that remain long after the cane has stopped its excruciating message of pain.

Years ago, I’d confessed my, until then, secret obsession to Peggy, the love of my life, and now my wife,

As serendipity would have it, Peggy’s fantasies were exactly compatible and she’s had no problem providing me with much stricter corporal punishment than I could have ever imagined.

In those early days I had to learn to take increasingly severe spankings without the benefit of restraints.

I’d learned to ‘stay in position’ for the most part but Peggy hd porno was displeased by the fact that I could slow the spanking by rolling from side to side when she had me in her favorite position, nude, on my belly, two pillows elevating my hips and presenting my buttocks to her satisfaction.

She also complained that she would like to get much more severe in my spankings and was unable to impose a stricter regimen without restraining me.

She said that this would always be consensual.

The catch being, as she explained it to me, my consent would be to the submission to the restraints.

With full knowledge that I would be thrashed severely, I would submit to the restraints.

After that, she’d say with a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she would own me.

She got wet, she said, when she imagined having me helpless to her corporal punishment.

After much discussion, we went to the internet and ordered a ‘punishment bench’, spending several hundred dollars, based only on a photograph of the wood and leather piece of furniture, for want of a better term, and a brief description.

Within a few weeks, the bench arrived in two separate boxes, both quite large.

Peggy sent me to the basement with the boxes, along with instructions to have the bench assembled and ready for use the coming weekend.

“I know that we’ve said that we’ve tested your sincerity from the beginning with quite severe corporal punishment.

“We both know this; but, I want to truly test your sincerity, to test your submission.

“I want to thrash you harder and longer than I’ve ever spanked you. I want the satisfaction of beating you a lot more than you want me to.

“I want the satisfaction of your submission to regular thrashings secured to our new punishment bench, having experienced the pain of previous times on the bench and knowing what you are in for.”

The bench wasn’t very difficult to assemble. It resembled a sawhorse on steroids, with removable shelves, one each for the two legs and the two forearms.

There were leather straps for each wrist, each forearm, each thigh, each ankle, and a wide strap to press my waist against the leather-cushioned crown.

I was able to have the bench ready a day ahead of time and informed Peggy on Thursday, proud of myself to have beaten her deadline by so much. I was embarrassed, though, to hear her derisive response.

“Oh, my. Look who’s anxious to try out our new punishment bench. I love you so, Bill, and I’m going to love hearing your sobbing when I have you in the basement this weekend.

“I don’t want to give away all of the surprises, but one treat that you can look forward to is one that you’ve asked for.

“I’ve bought a strap-on dildo to use on you this weekend. With you immobile on the bench, I’ll be able to fuck you silly after I’ve given you a severe thrashing.

“Think of me fucking you this weekend, Bill. Think of your severe paddling. Not only a paddling, though. I’m going to use my favorite oak paddle of course.

“In addition, though, I intend to use a rattan cane, a spanking strap, a birch switch and a bundle of switches, a tawse, and a new surprise, a single-tail whip.

“Think about what is to happen to your round butt-cheeks as I bring you to tears and beyond.

“Think about how I will first make you cry like a girl, and then fuck you like a girl while you are still crying.

“I’ll make you cum while I’m fucking you and catch your semen in my hand. I’ll let you lick my hand clean of your cum and thank me for your thrashing and fuck.”

Friday night came and we had the entire weekend to ourselves, or so I thought.

Peggy had admonished me to hurry home after work and be brazzers porno prepared for a greater test than she’d ever imposed.

I’d driven home in a hurry, hastened into the house, and quickly stripped, showered, and applied deodorant and cologne.

In addition to these preparations Peggy had instructed me to give myself an enema in order to clean me out for the dildo.

Finished in the bathroom, I remained nude and hurried down to the basement, where I’d been told to wait for Peggy.

Even though I’d been severely spanked by Peggy numerous times, I’d never been restrained as I would be tonight.

I looked with foreboding at the punishment bench that I’d so carefully assembled and knew that before the night was over Peggy and I would ‘cross another bridge’ into a life of my total submission to her.

I knew without going there, that Peggy would be able to thrash me much more severely, without concern of me moving and causing unintended injury.

She wouldn’t need to slow her pace or direct her swats to a different place, providing temporary surcease from the paddle or cane.

She would be free. Free to possess her groom.

Most men, I felt, didn’t even attempt to comprehend the act of submission on the part of their bride, spreading her thighs to accept the mounting of a man that weighed often more than twice their weight, had little or no training in the pleasuring of a woman, and to whom she’d just ‘pledged her troth’ (whatever the hell a troth is) and was expected to submit.

How very different, the life that Peggy and I had chosen. But in some ways, not different at all.

We had the same submission and ownership. The difference, in our case, was that I was her chattel. She owned me. And, I reveled in her ownership.

These thoughts had kept me occupied as I waited for Peggy to join me and were only interrupted when I heard her steps descending to the basement.

She had instructed me to wait on the bench, my arms and legs in place waiting for her to merely affix the restrains to my limbs and waist.

I was, of course, nude as instructed and, owing to the aforementioned mental masochism, was leaking a large amount of pre-cum.

“I can see from your oozing cock, you’re excited to be here, Bill.

“I’m so looking forward to thrashing you tonight and finally taking your virginity. I feel like it’s our wedding night all over again and we can finally consummate our union.”

Peggy had been saying this while fastening my restraints and now, having restrained my nude body more helpless than I had ever been, instead of picking up a paddle or other implement, she left the room and ascended the stairs.

She closed the basement door, having switched off the lights first, plunging me into darkness.

I could hear Peggy in the kitchen immediately above me, walking around, I presumed from ‘fridge to counter, fixing snacks or whatever.

I imagined her opening a bottle of wine to enjoy while she tested our new apparatus.

But more than that, I realized; she would also be testing both of us.

She would be challenged to spank the one man she loved above all others.

She would be challenged to spank me severely. Our understanding began with a recognition that we were both committed to her status as my ‘disciplinary wife’.

We had both agreed that this meant she would subject me to regular, severe corporal punishment and that I would, for my part, never fail to submit to such correction.

Now that we had this bench that would mean that I would simply (Right, simply) submit to being strapped onto our new bench, each time with an understanding that I would be tested anew.

I’d be tested with a level of spanking seks filmi that most people only dared dream of.

I would be allowed to give my gift of suffering to the woman I loved.

How empty, for those who’d seen these realities, was a bouquet of flowers, or even something more grand like a bracelet or necklace. How utterly banal these gestures were when contrasted to my gift.

How could I give more than to submit to Peggy’s loving rule, while pledging my future to one of learning how to please her sexually and doing my best to apply that knowledge to her happiness.

These thoughts were drifting lazily through my mind when I was snapped out of my day-dreaming by the sound of the front door bell.

Bad timing. All week long I had anticipated this assignation with the girl of my dreams, my wife of so many years, and now there’s an intruder at the front door.

I hear what sounds like a group of people walking down the front hall. But, not just people; people wearing women’s shoes with heels, from the sound of it.

I couldn’t tell for sure but guessed that there were at least four or five of them and as I realized this, I had a sense of foreboding.

I knew that this group was on its way to the basement.

In an instant, I had a clear vision of my deflowering, as it were, in front of witnesses.

And, clever me, I didn’t even need to puzzle over who these would be. I knew without seeing them, without hearing their voices; I knew that this was Peggy’s former cheer leading squad.

Peggy had said that she would, some day, expose me and my discipline to one of her friends.

She’d never suggested nor even hinted at the possibility that she would share my shame with her entire clique.

With dread, I heard the sound of the basement door opening, along with the chatter of the ladies, and the clicking and clacking of their heels on the stairs, the light having been turned on before their descent.

Their chatter came to an abrupt halt, I sensed, as they caught sight of my nude body, fastened to the bench by leather restraints, waiting for Peggy to deliver the thrashing that I had no doubt she’d described to them already.

Peggy’s voice broke the silence.

“Find a comfortable seat ladies and the demonstration will begin.”

Peggy came into my view, her favored wooden paddle in hand, and made a complete circle, walking around my naked body, strutting it seemed, with a sexual excitement that would end up exacting a toll on my bare flesh.

“I’ve told each of you that you should train your husband to serve your needs. I have suggested to you that this is possible to accomplish through the regular application of severe corporal punishment.

“Without exception, you’ve all doubted my veracity. I’ve invited you all here tonight to introduce you to a doorway into a future life with the men that you love.

“I am going to show you an option. An option that will have your husband with his face between your thighs, licking your pussy, not for a moment or two, but for an hour, giving you multiple orgasms in the process.

“I’m going to help you understand how exquisite it feels to have your loving husband’s face between your butt-cheeks, his tongue licking and tongue-fucking your butt-hole.

“I’ll be getting to those treats directly. First though, I thought you might like to watch me test our new punishment bench that we received only this week.

“I’m going to start with a wooden paddle which will sting terribly, bringing very real tears to Bill’s face.

“While I’m paddling him, feel free to get up and walk around so that you can see the action from all perspectives.

“I’d like for you to see his buttocks react to the paddle connecting with his bare cheeks, the flesh depressing upon the impact of the paddle and rebounding immediately, as if inviting the next swat.

“I’d like you to see his face as he cries very real tears, the mucus drooling from his nose, his sobbing totally genuine.

“Here we go.”

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I watched Ken strip off his clothes and when he stood naked before me, I was in lust. Meg saw the look in my eyes and smiled lasciviously at me, knowing what I was thinking. It wasn’t hard to tell. I eyed him up and down and took in the sights and let my vision come to rest on his cock. Even at rest, it was four inches long and had some girth to it. I could only imagine what joys Meg had been feeling, having that ream her pussy and ass.

He was looking down at Meg, giving her a look of strong desire and then turned and looked at me just the same. He smiled and lay down beside Meg, who was waiting with expectant arms to embrace him to her. The look left me wanting him in a bad way and I was ready to get with them and get started. I didn’t though and watched, as they made love before me.

I could see the hot passion they felt for each other and it excited me to watch. This was so new to me, to watch a couple share their desires like that. I was getting so turned on watching him suck and play with Meg’s nipples and how it made her respond and how she gave back her joy by the way she caressed him. I’d watched Brian and Meg together many a time, but this was so different.

Girls, you know what having a new cock is like. You want to know everything about it and what it’ll do.

I watched Meg spread her legs wide for Ken as his hand trailed down and caressed her thighs and saw how wet she was already. I couldn’t blame her. Who wouldn’t be that wet living a fantasy. I know I would.

In an abrupt move, Ken stopped and rolled to his side and propped his head up with his hand. I was disappointed it stopped and Meg looked even more so. He motioned to me with his finger to come on the bed.

“I think we’re ready for you to come and play now. Meg looks like she could do with more of what I was giving her, so why don’t you two pick up where I left off.”

I slid down and lay beside Meg and started kissing softly in small pecks at first and then increased our contact until were eating each other’s mouth and wrestling for dominance with our tongues. Ken watched us closely and then I felt his hand caressing my hair, running his fingers into it and gently grabbing it, he pulled back gently, just enough to get my attention and then I turned to him and his mouth was on mine, eating me like I had just been doing with Meg.

His aggressive power made my head spin as his tongue dominated mine and I submitted to his. I was just getting lost in this thrilling new kisser, when he broke away and turned to kiss Meg, just inches away, looking wildly at us, turned on by what she saw. Ken broke away from Meg and gave my head a nudge towards Meg and I went back to kissing Meg, our ecstasy building rapidly.

I was losing focus of what was happening as Meg’s hands hugged and caressed me and Ken moved so he could pull my leg in between Meg’s and pushed my knee into her pussy. I felt how wet she was and rubbed it into her as my hand came to her tit and cupped and squeezed it, forcing blood to swell her nipple. Ken was moving around us and I felt his hand caressing my leg and squeezing the top of my thigh. I sensed he was doing the same to Meg as well. I felt Meg’s hand come around and cup my tit. Her finger and thumb squeezed my nipple hard and I felt that delightful surge in my clit and my pussy getting slipperier.

Ken started kissing my leg and then Meg’s, close to where my knee was. I stopped rubbing and he moved his tongue in to replace me. Meg moaned out loudly and arched her back, forcing her nipple into my mouth, as Ken sucked on her lips with his lips and tongue. He let it pop from his mouth and then looked at me. His eyes beckoned me to him.

“She really likes this, come down here with me and let’s take turns doing her.”

That deep, soft voice, the inviting smile, the eyes warm and dark, I was hooked.

I looked at Meg and her quick nodded yes said, ‘get to it’. Ken moved and made room for me to join him and Meg opened her legs wide to accommodate us. I slid down and rest my cheek against Meg’s soft thigh, cuddling into it.

“You first, Ken. Let me see some of this magic, Miss Wet Pussy here has bragged about.”

I teased and taunted him, smiling and lewdly giving him the eyes.

“By all means. Let the show begin.”

He slowly licked her from stern to stem with his tongue flat, spreading her open as it pressed in. I watched his saliva coat her and leave her clit gleaming in the light. Meg wriggled and squirmed as Ken repeated it again and then gently pulled her lips open and I saw how full Meg was inside. Ken dipped his tongue in and lapped at it like a dog, making Meg squirm even more.

I was getting so turned on by his skill and true enjoyment at what he was doing. I knew Meg was a juicy girl. She could give it up in large doses when given the right attention, and she was getting that now. As much as Ken lapped up, Meg seemed to replace it effortlessly. I looked up at her and her head was back and eyes closed. She was türkçe porno sighing with every deep breath in low moans, her hands squeezing her tits and nipples as Ken’s tongue worked her up.

He stopped lapping and sucked in the exposed flesh and worked his tongue in again, drawing Meg into his mouth. Meg cried out and quickly put her hand over her mouth to stifle herself.

“Oh yeah, damn that looks like it feels good.”

I saw Meg nodding her head that she agreed too. Ken worked his mouth up without breaking contact, sucking Meg’s pussy into his mouth and latched on to her clit. Meg thrashed her head back and forth and her hands clutched at the sheets, as she must have been cumming like mad. I looked below Ken’s chin and I could see that Meg was expelling large globs of cum with her contractions. her ass was soaked, as were the sheets below her. With some flicks of his tongue and then a broad flat one to end it, Ken moved back and wiped his mouth and chin.

“And for my second act, I’ll require the help of a lovely assistant. Miss, would you be so kind.”

“Well, that was truly magical to see. You’re amazing. Go to a ‘magician’s’ college to learn that, or does it just come naturally?”

“I’m not one to brag, but, I’ve been known to make a woman forget she’s married with kids.”

“Well, I’m married with kids, want to see if you can make me forget too?”

“Hey Baby, want to lie there for a minute and relax for the next round, while I give Syn’s pussy some action? I’m really looking forward to seeing you two go at it. As much as I love pussy, I love watching two women explore that same pleasure.”

“Hmm, sure.”

I moved up so I lay beside Meg and lay my leg over hers and she moved her hand so it came to rest on my inner thigh. She caressed me lightly as I saw Ken move between my legs and bring my other leg over his shoulder. I ran my fingers into his hair, urging him to get started.

Meg turned to me with half open eyes and said, ” You’re going to love this.” and smiled.

I kissed her lightly and lay back, as I felt Ken’s breath on my pussy.

His tongue just touched the folds of my labia and traced a line up and down, and I could feel his saliva making it wetter and slippery. The sensation made me shiver and my nipples went erect. I squeezed them as Ken’s tongue worked deeper between my lips. I could feel my own wetness start as his tongue caressed the sensitive tissue inside. His slow lapping motion urged me to respond even more and my clit started to ache for attention. His hands played lightly on my inner thighs and I was shivering and shaking at his touch.

I was being wracked by it, unable to stay in control and focus. His tongue circled out and ran up and down the outside of my lips and along the mounds of my outer labia. The wet skin was exposed to the air and it made me quiver as he blew lightly on it. Then his mouth covered me and the sensation of cool to hot brought the first orgasmic waves through me.

His fingers pried my lips apart and spread me wide as his tongue darted in and out stiffly, fucking my pussy and I knew it was opening to him, wanting him to crawl inside and lick me everywhere.

Meg was watching me and whispered in my ear.

“I told you.”

Her soft breathy voice and Ken’s tongue made me flush again and the waves swept over me. This was heavenly. Oh my. He lapped at me and I knew what Meg had felt earlier. Each lap felt like it was drawing my insides out, coaxing me to spasm and secrete. I had two nice starter orgasms already and he hadn’t touched my clit yet. I have to get Brian and Ken talking fast. He’s got to share this info with my Honey and more. You can never be too good a pussy licker, can you?

I felt a strong surge of pleasure start to build inside me. As Ken sucked me in and licked the sensitive insides, I started to ache right in my clit. I wanted some action there and was moving my hand down, when Ken stopped me and held it there while he kept working at my ever widening pussy.

I could feel his nose against my clit, breathing in and out, his breath caressing my clit ever so lightly, as his tongue and mouth continued sucking and licking my pussy out of me. I was starting to cry out in desperation of need and Meg heard me. her mouth softly covered mine and her tongue silenced me. I wanted to cry I was so explosive. Just when it seemed they were going to drive me mad, Ken shifted his mouth 3″ north and my clit was barraged by his tongue with hard, flat licks and then a short series of quick flicks and then his lips engulfed me and I felt my clit being sucked out and Ken’s tongue beat against it rapidly.

I kissed Meg hard as I felt the orgasm finally detonate inside and blow through my body like a shock-wave. I cried loudly into Meg’s mouth and she pinched my nipple hard as I started shaking hard, convulsing in time with the rippling of the waves. I felt myself being sucked out of my pussy into Ken’s mouth as he sikiş izle went back to my opening and sucked in greedily at his rewards. I kept crying in sheer ecstasy as Meg kissed me and fondled my tit nicely, and Ken slowed down to lapping me slowly.

“So, true magician, or slight-of-hand artist?”

“Holy Fuck!!”

“Thank you Ladies and Gentlemen, you’ve been a wonderful audience.”

He said it while taking a bow, kneeling between my legs, his mouth and chin shining with my cum. Fuck he was hot. I loved his confidence and humour and felt that twang of jealousy that Meg was getting this all the time. Brian better be as quick a study as I hope he is. I could only imagine what these two guys could do to a woman together. The thoughts were racing.

I opened my eyes and looked at Ken, looking down on me like a conquest conquered. I reached up and grabbed his hands and pulled him on top of me. I took charge and kissed him strongly, letting him know I was very happy with his performance. He equalled my vigour and locked me in an embrace with him and I was swooning.

Yep, I felt like a school girl during her first real kiss. I felt light-headed and fluttery inside, tingles up and down my spine. Yep, swooning.

I locked my leg around him, grinding my soaking wet pussy into his thigh, feeling it get wetter the more I rubbed against it. He pulled my leg to his and increased the friction I felt. So much passion was being given freely by him and I responded in kind. I moaned my lust into his mouth and felt my pussy yield again to him. I tensed and jammed my clit against him hard, feeling myself yet again surge a copious flow that trailed off my labia and onto his thigh, making the contact slippery. I was so caught up in the ecstasy of the moment, I didn’t feel Meg shift and her mouth was on me, sucking my cum into her mouth.

I cried my passion into our kiss and Ken sucked my tongue out and sucked on it slowly as my pussy contracted repeatedly to Meg’s persistent tongue, lapping me slowly. It finally subsided and I stopped kissing Ken and looked at him nose to nose. Meg came up to us and we were all as close as we could get.

“I have a million questions for you and you’re going to answer every one of them. I won’t take no for an answer and failure is not an option. Where did you learn to make love to a woman’s pussy like that? You have to teach my sweetie how to do those things and more. As much as I love Meg, she’s not going to get great action like that and leave me out in the cold, uh-uh, no way. Sorry Meg, I can’t let an opportunity like this slip away.”

Meg laughed and then so did Ken. I thought that they weren’t taking my request seriously.

“Really. You have to teach Brian how to do that.”

“Ken has a confession to tell you. I only found out last night myself, so don’t get mad at me.”

“Yeah, I do have a bit of a confession to make. I told Meg about my past and what I did with my ex-wife. For three or four years we were actively swinging. We went to several clubs and trips and had a great time. We met a large number of couples we socialized with in and out of bed.”

Meg was cuddled in behind me and caressed my back and hips and kissed me softly on the neck and shoulders. as Ken continued.

“It wasn’t something I really wanted to bring into the relationship, this early on. I mean it’s been six great months so far and I really see us going the distance, but not something you can just slip into a conversation. At least not until this sexy lady pressed the issue. So I was curious to see what she was eager to try and when you came up right away as her choice of female partner, I had a suspicion you two were wanting to or had already tried doing it together. Am I right on that?”

He asked knowing the answer, but wanted my acknowledgement at his conclusions. I smiled, but knew I looked guilty and confessed my ‘yes’ with a nod and my eyes. He glanced at Meg and smiled at her and then looked back at me to continue.

“So with all these different women and all having individual likes and dislikes, you have to build a repertoire of techniques to make as many happy as you can. With so many positions and partners and combinations of things, it’s like a comprehensive course in sex. If you add in each person’s knowledge and passion to satisfying their partner, the sex becomes incredible. I learned from every woman I was with. They would instruct me on just what they wanted me to do to them. I learned so much about women and their bodies and what made them tick. I mean, all of that and the fact I just love a woman’s pussy and making her cum.”

He talked about it all like it was so natural to be with so many people and do it.

“So, you don’t really have a problem with another guy in bed together with Meg.”

“No, I don’t really. It’s really easy to have a three way with two women, but two guys usually get territorial about who’s first, or who’s better at this or that, or who’s porno 64 cock is bigger and shit like that. Once another guy and I can agree on the terms, I have no problem getting together and doing what we’re there for in the first place, bringing our fantasies to life in a safe, consensual atmosphere. No guilt, no blame, no worries of, ‘am I pretty enough?’, or any insecurities. That’s what makes it fun and allows you to open up and explore what’s out there. Then you get to try all those new things out on each other and have the greatest love life together. That’s why I agreed to do this with you two. I guess Pete and I have some talking to do and get to know one another. That’s first and foremost and I think you two little schemers should be the ones to break that to him and set it up.”

I took his hand and kissed it softly.

“We have a confession to make too, don’t we Meg,”

I turned my head towards her, still behind me cuddling. Ken looked at both of us to see what we would confess about. Meg started to talk and I talked over her and told him what had gone on since we met four years ago. I told him how I introduced Meg to this life style and how we had been getting together and enjoying what we shared, but Meg was lonely and wanted someone in her life more than we could provide.

“The asshole, Steve, almost fit the bill, but his dick did all the thinking and he blew a great thing with my sweetie, Meg. Well I guess, our sweetie really.”

Meg turned and kissed me and then turned to Ken.

“I’m sorry Baby, I didn’t want to say anything yet either. I really love Syn and Brian and we’re kind of like family and all and I really was going to tell you about them, soon. I just wanted to make sure we were sure of our relationship and it didn’t come between us. Forgive me. Us?”

Meg pleaded as sweetly as she could.

“Forgive us.”

He smiled that killer smile at both of us.

“Of course, I forgive you. Now, show me a little forgiveness and give my big fella a taste of those sweet lips you girls have.”

We pushed him onto his back and clamoured around so we were in a good position to get at him each. He made himself comfortable and gave us access to his body. He was already a handful when I looked at his cock and was anxious to see how much bigger it got. I took it in my fingers and felt the solidness of it and the gentle pumping of his blood as it filled the spongy tissue underneath.

I held it erect and let Meg take first crack at him. Her head lowered to it and her tongue came out, wet and dripping and slid it around the head. I felt it pulse in my hand at the sensation and grow in size. Meg puckered her lips and slid it over the head, pushing the saliva down the shaft and then back off again.

“Lick him with me Syn. Let’s suck this thing together.”

I lowered my head and together we licked his shaft up and down, making it wet and slippery. The head grew darker and bulged and the shaft thickened with each stroke, until it stood of its own accord. I marvelled at his length and girth and knew he was a size bigger each way than Brian, at least nine inches and if I had to guess, two inches in diameter.

Nice hunk of meat in any girl’s book. I had no doubts as to the extent of Meg’ss satisfaction after a session with this and the amazing man it was attached to. I took the lead and took him into my mouth. I really had to stretch wider to get him in than Brian’s, and I lowered my head down. I got halfway and had to come back.

I could feel it stretching my throat too much. Meg saw me struggle and took a turn. She followed the method I showed her years before and slowly lowered her mouth down his shaft. I knew my jaw dropped as I saw it hit bottom and then come back. Meg was a talent. She took the whole thing in one stroke and didn’t gag or struggle.

“Oooo, Baby, you’re good.”

“You taught me well, Darlin’ and the rest was getting used to this salami. What a cock! Oh Syn, wait till you see him in action with it. He’s like Brian and has really good control of it. He drives me crazy whe…”

“Umm, weren’t we in the middle of something girls? Love to sit and chat, but I have a more pressing matter that needs attending to.”

We laughed and went back to keeping his cock hard and wanton. I took a deep breath and gave it another try. I slid my mouth lower and felt it fill my throat and stopped to adjust to it and then continued slowly.

I could hear Ken moaning loudly as my tight throat squeezed his head and shaft, consuming him whole. Meg moved under me and licked his tightening balls. I loved to see Brian’s balls swell and contract during sex. It amazed me how much change occurred in them. One minute they could be compact and tight and then loose and swinging the next.

Ken’s sack disappeared into Meg’ss mouth and she sucked them, stretching them out, while I made a repeat journey down his rigid member. I got used to the extra length and took pleasure in sucking him in entirely and drawing on him hard as I came out. Ken’s cock was as hard as solid bone, he was so stiff. Meg took several nice, long strokes herself and then I told her.

“Meg, baby, get on up here and slip this inside your pussy and let me watch him fuck you with it.”

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Samantha James walked. She felt fine. Wearing out shoe leather was a new experience for her but she liked it; seemed to soothe her somehow and allow her thoughts to assemble. As she continued through the residential streets the afternoon sum warmed her. She walked briskly but elegantly; her head held high her heels clicking rhythmically on the paving stones. Her recent weight loss had given her hips a sway that she knew others found attractive and the shortish skirt and low cut blouse ensured that any she was treated to immediate double takes by any onlookers. She felt fine – she must be; they had all told her that she was.

Turning the corner and continuing her wanderings, this new street was familiar to Samantha. Her eyes immediately took in the rows of smart, older style houses that flanked each side of the road; their carefully manicured lawns straight away recognisable to her. A man in a hard hat and working construction on one of the houses whistled at her as she passed and, despite herself, she smiled back at him. But men in general held little attraction for Samantha. She would not exactly term herself a lesbian – she had slept with many male lovers – but it was certainly true that she preferred the soft female form to the hard, ruggedness of men.

And it was a female that she sought now. But not just any female, Maria Cantallini was the only woman for Samantha and, after all this time, she had to find her – Samantha James was looking for her wife.

She could never have forgotten the house – never would – she could sense herself approaching it way before she caught sight of its old walls thick with creeping Ivy and the sag in the roof that she had told Maria needed to be fixed. The house of course could never have belonged to her – always to Maria – but a lot had happened within its walls. A lot that Samantha could never forget even if she had wanted to.

It was clear to Samantha that the house was empty – not permanently empty, not abandoned, but just waiting for Maria’s return. For a moment Sam was confused. She had planned this visit down to the last detail but had not allowed for the possibility (a very real possibility, she know realised) that Maria would be out shopping or otherwise engaged outside of her home. The only idea that now seemed to spring to mind was to wait for her return.

The rear garden was unlocked and came equipped with a small summerhouse. This, it seemed to Sam, was the obvious place to wait; the window afforded a good view to the back door and also, she realised, to the downstairs bedroom window. Samantha felt a sudden surge of excitement as she recalled that bedroom. This was the room that she had shared with Maria after their wedding ceremony had been performed and in which she had experienced the joy of her lover’s body. Sam had known right from the start – as soon as she had selected Maria, in fact – that the other woman was probably not of the same sexual persuasion as she her self was, but she would change all that. She HAD changed that.

Voices startled Samantha out of her reverie and she sank a little lower behind the window in the summerhouse. Her heart pounded in her chest as she recognised Maria’s dulcet tones and her excitement rose again – she was going to see her wife again after all this time. But then another voice found its way to Samantha’s ears. No female voice, this was unmistakably male. For a moment she bristled with anger. How could Maria be talking to a man? Had she not “cured” her of this? Sam watched silently as the pair came into view. She had never seen the man before but had to admit that there was a certain attractiveness there; tall and continental looking, his short dark hair combed back neatly from his temples. The dark suit he wore looked expensive. But Maria hadn’t changed at all. Her long auburn hair framed the face that Samantha had fallen for. Her water-blue eyes seemed to sparkle and the tiny upturn of her nose looked just as cute as it had alt porno ever done. Maria wore a suit too. Again dark and business like, it seemed to Samantha that she had probably just come home from work in an office somewhere – but early for what reason? Samantha’s anger rose as she tried to deny what, from the way the couple were now entering through the rear door, hand in hand, was very obviously the reason.

But what should she do now, Samantha wondered? She would have liked to burst in through the door, of course, like an indignant husband who suspects his wife of cheating on him (not very far away from her own situation, Sam realised). But that was a dangerous idea. She had not seen Maria in such a long time and she didn’t know who the man was at all. Maybe he would be violent and hurt her, or at the very least throw her out. No, the best reasoning – the safest – would be to wait it out, just hide out where she was until the man had left and then, at last, she would be reunited with her bride.

Samantha waited and she watched through the window. Twenty minutes passed, then a half hour and the man didn’t seem to be showing any signs of leaving – in fact they were now both sipping white wine and laughing together like old friends. How could Maria do this to her? How could she forsake her for a man?

And then, while Sam watched, the atmosphere between Maria and the man seemed to change. It was an almost imperceptible change but Samantha noticed it immediately. They were standing close together, their faces only inches apart and, to Samantha’s growing concern, getting closer. Sam held her breath as she watched their lips touch and felt a strange tingle run up her spine. Why was she getting excited when all she should be feeling was blind fury at her wife’s adultery?

The kiss intensified. Suddenly Maria’s lips were locked against the man’s and her arms were snaking up around his neck. For his part and, again, to the excitement of Samantha, the man placed his hands on Maria’s breasts through the fabric of her top.

Against all her better judgements, Sam knew that she had to get closer – to really be able to see what was going on. She knew it was risky; it wasn’t yet dark and she could be seen as a trespasser should she be discovered. But, in Samantha’s mind, the need to see – the excitement of watching – outweighed the risk involved and so, quietly but quickly, she crept out of the summerhouse and approached the undraped window.

Samantha gasped silently as she looked into the room and saw that the man – whoever he was – now had his hands up inside Maria’s top and was roughly fondling her large, firm breasts. Maria’s hand was in his lap and clearly searching for the zipper. The deep, long kiss continued as they explored each others bodies.

Samantha suddenly realised that her throat was as dry as parchment and took a hard swallow. Her tongue felt two sizes to large for her mouth and there was a strange tingling sensation at her groin that she had not felt for a long time. She was a little startled to note that she was feeling the tension in other ways too: her nipples were stiffening and now seemed to swell and throb under her shirt. She could see the way that the man was squeezing and teasing Maria’s nipples under her top and Sam couldn’t resist a quick touch of her own breasts as she mimicked the mans ministrations. As soon as her fingers touched the hard points unhindered by the lack of a bra, a shiver coursed through Samantha’s body. There was no doubt now that she was completely turned on by watching her wife with this man.

Samantha licked her lips again as she watched the couple finally break their long kiss and come up for air. She could actually hear them now and Maria gasped as she sucked air into her lungs.

“Let’s get naked, darling.” Maria said breathlessly, “I want you so badly.”

Samantha now knew that she wanted to see this situation go further. She hd abla porno wanted to see it go as far as it could! It was like watching a movie as she saw Maria peel her top off, stand and unzip her business skirt. She stepped out of it almost casually but never for a moment seemed to take her eyes off the man. Sam stifled a gasp again as Maria stood before the window in her underwear. The black stockings complimented the same colour bra and panties she wore – she looked so sexy and Maria, feeling another rush of excitement, squeezed her legs together and closed her eyes for a moment. But only for a second. She didn’t want to miss a single moment of the action that was turning her flesh to quivering goosebumbs.

The man was now stripping. His actions were neither as slow nor calculating as Maria’s but rather he almost tore at his shirt and pants, throwing them into a heap on the floor. Samantha had to admit again he was attractive – a good, firm, muscular body and a decent sized cock too! Not that Samantha had much time for male sexual equipment, she reminded herself quickly. But, he did look good, she had to concede that!

As Maria lay back on the bed, Sam watched the young man position her body. First her legs were spread wide and then he pulled down her black bra to expose her breasts. Samantha could see that Maria’s nipples were equally as hard as her own, and she – Maria – cupped the firm orbs. As the man’s head descended between her spread thighs and pulled her panties to one side, Sam began to massage her own breasts. Undoing the top three buttons of her blouse she was able to slide her fingers inside and let the long, painted fingernails slowly scratch over the wrinkly aureole. Shivers of lust began to run up and down her spine. She desperately wanted to close her eyes and revel in the sensations and had to force her eyelids up so that she could continue to watch.

Maria was now gasping and moaning deeply as the man’s tongue lapped and tickled between her spread legs. Sam had to move position slightly. Maria’s leg was slightly blocking her view and she wanted to see deep into her wife’s pussy as she climaxed. And she didn’t have to wait long. Clamping her thighs around the man’s head, Maria’s whole lower body rose from the bed as the orgasm ripped through her tight frame.

As the man rolled over and let his head rest against Maria’s still quivering thigh, Sam could see that he was fully erect, the head of his penis glistening with pre-cum and his balls clearly full of the real thing. Sam couldn’t resist licking her lips fleetingly as she thought of how that would feel inside Maria’s tight pussy.

But Maria seemed to have other ideas first. Pushing her young man slowly back on the bead she lowered her head and extended her tongue. Sam watched as she flicked lustfully over the swollen head of the man’s cock making him groan so loudly that she could clearly hear him from outside. And then, suddenly, the man’s cock had disappeared inside Maria’s mouth. It seemed to Sam that she had swallowed the entire appendage whole; her lips were so far down his shaft that her nose brushed the course hair of his pubis.

Maria’s head bobbed and her mouth sucked as she deep-throated the large cock. Sam could clearly see the expression of pure lust on the man’s face and knew that, if Maria kept up her oral attention, she would soon be rewarded with a mouthful of seed.

But again, Maria seemed to have other ideas – Sam began to wonder if she really knew her at all. Her mouth and throat seemed to bulge with the shape of the man’s penis as she tilted her head back and finally released him. There was a moment of objection from him but a smile and a sign from the near naked Maria quickly had him anticipating the delights to come.

Samantha watched closely as Maria slowly pulled her panties to one side and straddled her prone lover. Sam’s breasts and nipples felt hot with all the attention that she rokettube porno had been giving them and she knew that she was also wet between her legs. Looking around her furtively she quickly slipped a hand up and under her skirt. Pulling her panties aside exactly as she had seen Maria do, she slipped a finger between the wet folds of her vaginal lips and sighed. A series of waves pulsated through her body as she climaxed with a soft moan.

After a few seconds, and now on rather unsteady legs, Sam peered back through the window. Maria was now up on top of her lover. Her legs were positioned on either side of him and his hands supported her around the waist lifting her up and down on his cock. Both of them were groaning loudly as they coupled – hers a high pitched squeal of delight and his, a deep guttural moan of lust.

“Mmmmm! You want my cum in you today, baby?” The man gasped loudly enough for Samantha to hear.

“Oh no! Better not. No condom!” Maria replied through clenched teeth. It was obvious she was climaxing again. “Let me have it on my face and tits! You know how I love that!”

Samantha stood with mouth agape as she heard her wife utter these words, her hand still down the front of her panties and stroking her throbbing clitoris. How could she have him empty himself on her? It was almost as if she were enjoying herself!

But there was no more time to think Samantha’s orgasm was upon her again just at the same time that the man unleashed a torrent of pent up seed onto Maria’s face. She gripped the spasming erection between her large breasts and milked every drop of his essence from him.

Samantha was cumming hard this time. Her head was spinning as she heard the voices from inside the room. But then, suddenly, the voices were different. Not the ones in her head that she had come to rely on but stricter voices – voices with authority in them.

“Here she is. Samantha? Will you come with us now please?”

Samantha tried to wheel around to where the voice was coming from but could barely make out the shape of the person in white through the red haze that had descended over her mind. She cried out as she felt a needle stab in her arm and her legs weakened quickly. Darkness began to drift over her. Swirling thoughts and images. The red haze gave way to colours of pink and green until………..

“So,” the young detective said as he stood in front of Maria and Michael Cantallini, “you had no idea she was there?”

“Of course not,” Michael replied. The detective really should have been looking at him rather than at his bath-robed wife, he thought angrily. “Do you think that we would have been…”

“So you were…..?”

“Yes.” Maria stated evenly. She knew how her husband hated to talk about these things and wanted to come to his rescue. “We were having sex. Right there if you want to see? I expect the sheet is still warm!”

The detective cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“Yes, well, that won’t be, er, necessary, thank you.” He flipped open a note book and referred to it professionally. “So I gather you know the suspect?”

“Know her?” Maria exploded, “of course I know her! Samantha James is the bitch that held me a prisoner in my own home six years ago. She’s a complete psychopath – the courts said so when they locked her up. She thought she loved me. Worse still she thought that I loved her! She even performed some sort of sick wedding ceremony so that I would be her wife. The cops found us just before she raped me, thank God! Yeah, I’d say I know who she is!”

“Well, I wouldn’t worry to much about it now,” the detective continued “I doubt if she will be bothering you again. Breaking out of the prison hospital will buy her a good few more years away. I don’t expect she’ll ever get out now.”

Samantha’s James opened her eyes as she was driven away in the back of the ambulance. The lights dazzled her and the many wailing sirens filled her head. But her mind was working again now. She had shared another moment with her beloved Maria and she had the dampness between her legs to remind her. She felt fine again.

“Wait for me, darling.” She whispered as she looked back at the house, “One day I’ll come back for you!”

The End

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