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Jess and her Son Pt. 02

All parties in this story are over 18 years of age and consenting.

“Oh, mum, I’m so happy. Look at us here, together. We made love, finally… I have been waiting for you, dreaming of this… and now we’re together… I can’t believe it!”

“I know my darling son, you’ve made me feel so good, my baby… I’m so full of your cum. You’ve filled me. Your seed is INSIDE me. Inside my body. Can you believe that thought?”

Jess and James gazed into each other’s’ eyes, his dick still soaked with their juices combined. They beamed at each other, their faces close. Jess couldn’t believe how he had grown into the most amazing, sexy man. Eighteen now, and fully able to give her the fertile seed she had missed from her father for so long.

James’s tongue met his mother’s lips. Her tongue met his and slid into his mouth. He closed his lips over hers, his tongue outstretched inside her mouth as deep as he could go, circling and exploring her mouth. She responded by opening her mouth wider as she accepted his tongue into her mouth and throat, and she reciprocated every motion his mouth made. She’d never felt a kiss so sexy, so arousing, and so horny. She wanted his cock, ached for his cum.

Their lips parted as they continued to talk about the beautiful union they had just made together.

“Mum, I can’t wait to do this again. Can we? Will you?”

“Oh, yes James, we will. Again and again. Will you give me babies, James? Will you make my belly swell with a child once again?”

“I want to so, so much mum… more than I have ever wanted anything else in the whole world!”

“Oh baby, I want you so much it hurts. I want you constantly, I want to have every moment I can feeling you deep inside me.”

“Yes mum, can we do this all the time? Can we be … together? Every day and night? I want to be your babies’ father, mum. I want to give you all my seed, all the time. I have so much cum for you, I am so desperate to make you pregnant again and again.”

“Your cum belongs inside me James. That I think we both know now. You and I are destined to be together and create a child. I want you so much, my baby. I love you, my gorgeous son.”

James thought about dad. It worried him what his dad may say or how he might react if he knew what had just taken place. Today changed everything, the whole course of all their futures. He knew that. He knew that he could never again feel comfortable about his mum and dad being intimate now. Not now that he had experienced this with his beautiful mother. No, the future had to be he and his mother. Surely…

“But what about dad, mum? What will he say? Won’t he challenge us? Won’t he be really upset?”

Jess suspected Charlie would understand. Maybe he and her could be intimate still, maybe not, but Charlie was in his eighties now. He would have to realise that Jess needed more than Charlie could now offer her, physically.

She actually felt a little mischievous over the whole situation. She secretly wanted Charlie to catch them, red-handed, James’s huge thick cock pumping his thick spunk into her eager pussy, just like Mum had caught Daddy and Jess all those years ago.

“Let’s not tell dad for now, baby. I am sure it’ll be hard for him to take, but I think he will understand and give his blessing. But until I know I am pregnant with your child, maybe we shouldn’t rock the boat?”

“Mum, I don’t want dad to have you anymore…I want you to only want me… to be the only one you have in your bed…”

Jess was in a conundrum.

Today’s events had really convinced her that things had to change; and right now. Her mind had been made up for her on this one, today, having felt the glorious feeling of fucking her eighteen-year-old, virile and horny son. It felt so amazing. How deep inside her his erupting cock had travelled. How much cum he had injected into her womb today, and only once so far, the first of countless times. How could she go back to her geriatric dad now? Now she had felt sex better than her father had ever given her?

Yes, she knew she only wanted James now, things had been ebbing away gradually with Charlie, he was less and less in the mood to give Jess his dick these days, and when he did, Jess knew it wasn’t going to get her pregnant, and this took away a lot of the thrill for her. He was getting tired early in the evenings a lot, and spending more and more time with Flora, as elderly husbands and wives do.

James could offer Jess so much more now, everything she dreamed of. They were both in the sexual prime of their lives. James wanted to be his mother’s only man, the one to give her all she needed. His huge fat cock, all day every day, and load after load of hot spunk inside her aching pussy. They could live together in union, she, wet and ready for penetration by that enormous eighteen-year-old cock, whenever he desired her. She wanted to be controlled by him, to be his baby machine, to be impregnated again and again. It was her only dream now. She had come to this realisation Escort Bayan fully now.

She looked into her son’s eyes as he stroked and squeezed her milky breasts. Milk dripped from her thick hard nipples as her hand made its way onto his hardening cock.

“James, my baby… I only want you. I know that this is the only way forward for us now. Avoiding intimacy with your daddy for now until I get pregnant won’t be difficult, he’s in his twilight years now. We will tell him soon, if he doesn’t work it out for himself. Let me think of a way to tell him.”

James looked down at his mother’s dripping nipples. He felt so hungry for them. They were so suck-able. His head moved to her breast. He flicked the long hard nipple with his tongue and milk splashed onto his lips, as it pinged forwards like a spring. There was a droplet of milk on the end of the nipple. He slid his lips over the nipple, his tongue resting underneath it, and sucked hard so that more of the breast tissue was vacuumed into his mouth. Milk filled his mouth. Her sweet nectar.

Covering the entire areola with his mouth now, he suckled her, as he latched onto her full, hard, milk-filled tit. The other was dripping too, awaiting his mouth to evacuate it of its contents; his meal would be her milk tonight.

Suckling and massaging his mother’s beautiful big tit, he helped the milk out to the end of the nipple. As the milk sprayed out onto his tongue and down his throat, the thickness of his organ was growing and getting harder by the second. He knew exactly how to get all the milk out of his mamma’s beautiful breasts. He’d had years of practice at this, and it tasted as sweet and delicious as it always had. He was hungry for all the milk she had tonight. Her food, her body, and, after this, her pussy. Her sexy wet pussy. His pussy. He was going to put a child inside her. And soon. He vowed to himself.

Jess lay there in a daze as her boy fed on her ripe body. They had just coupled. Mated. Her pussy was already overflowing with thick, warm spunk, and, judging by the hardness of his cock right now in her hands, she knew she was going to get more of the same tonight. Much, much more. As she lay there with him in her arms, his seed trickled steadily upwards, through her opening cervix, then into her uterus and fallopian tubes. It would eventually fill her womb to the brim.

Today was a Sunday. Charlie was out with his boys at the golf club, he still managed to get himself out and keep active at his ripe old age. Although he was definitely slowing down, there was life in him yet!

Flora was also out and had most of the children with her as always. She was like their school teacher! She loved her role, it gave her purpose and it had really been her life’s dream too.

As Charlie and Flora were both out, and Jess knew she was fertile this next two or three days, now really was the time for insemination. Multiple insemination. Time really was of the essence. She wanted every egg she had now to be fertilised with James’s seed.

The truth was, she really had missed being pregnant. Her body cried out to be the home for more babies. She was so fertile, always had been. Her ripe body instinctively made her crave pregnancy, perpetual mating round the clock, and to be suckled and drained. She knew James needed to strike while the iron was hot and fuck his momma hard and often this next few days. She needed ALL his seed inside her body.

James continued to suckle and drink the life-giving nutrients from both his mother’s breasts, until she was completely evacuated. They would both re-fill again in an hour anyway, and she’d need draining again. Jess was soaked in her son’s seed, but desperate for more. She held his head in her hands as he finished his last mouthful. She gazed into his eyes, her love for this precious child of hers, now a man, was unlike any other love she had ever felt. Now, all boundaries had come down and, all in an instant, he was her everything. Her lover. The father of all her children from here on in. She was desperately in love with him, in every which way.

“James, baby… I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you. This blows my mind. We are going to breed! Are you OK, my wonderful son? How do you feel about this? Really? I know you said you wanted this, I want to be 100% sure this is truly what you want.”

“Mum, I am so, so happy. You can never really know how much I love you. How much I lust after you. To have given you my seed only goes so far in expressing how I feel. I want you all day and night. I want my cock inside you and only you. Constantly. I want to feel you cum on my dick all hours of the day. I want to make you scream in pleasure as you feel me erupt inside you.”

As he spoke these words, he once again became conscious of his rock hard raging erect cock, and how much he was craving her tight dripping pussy surrounding it. He was ready to give Jess another thick load of his fertile spunk.

Jess kissed his mouth as his head nestled in her hands. His tongue reached Bayan escort out to meet hers and they licked each other’s lips, sinking deeply into a kiss that would be the initiation of another union of their bodies to make the baby they both so desperately wanted. Their kiss was wet and hot. James devoured his mother’s mouth, and as her face was above him, her saliva dripped onto his tongue. He swallowed it hungrily, as if it was her pussy juices that were spilling onto his face.

Jess wanted to taste her son’s cock so badly. She moved down so that her face met his huge growing member.

What an enormous monster he really possessed. Jess could scarcely believe it actually fit fully inside her pussy, all the way to the hilt — her pussy was well used to babies being delivered from it. It was the biggest cock she’d actually ever seen. And oh, the things it did to her. She shivered in anticipation of the thought of it breaching her pussy lips and stretching her open, filling her with this enormous, thick meat. So deep it should hurt her, but it didn’t. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. She wanted it inside her as often as possible.

She opened her mouth. Wide as she could.

She took the big head of his dick onto her tongue and enclosed her mouth over the tip. It fit.

She sank her mouth over the big shaft, tasting herself on him immediately. Their combined sex tasted like nothing else.

Further and further her head sank down onto him, her throat opening up to accept his massive length and girth. She slid her head back to the tip, and forth again, her saliva soaking his shaft, and dripping out of her mouth as she fed hungrily on the huge dick before her.

James had never had a girl be able to suck his dick at all, he was way too big to get that deep for anyone. So to feel his own mothers’ lips around that full width, and better yet, feeling and seeing at least half of it disappear deep down into his mother’s throat, as she gagged and moaned and gasped, was an unparalleled first for him.

“Oh, mum… you’re so amazing, I hope you love this big dick, it’s all for you momma, your dick forever…” James murmured in pleasure as his mother slurped and sucked and licked and devoured his huge cock. “I want you and only you, mum… I want you to only want me… No-one else can have you… this is your dick and that is my pussy….”

Jess let his big cock slide slowly out of her throat. As her lips released the tip, she lifted her head and looked him in the eyes.

“My baby. My son. My lover now. I love the sound of that…”

He nodded. “Me too, mum. We’re lovers.”

“Your father is out all day today and so is Auntie Flo. They won’t be home until later this evening. I want you. I want so much to be pregnant to you. My best boy. Fuck me all day today, James. Give me your children. Let’s make love again and again today my darling. I’m fertile and I’m so ready for you.”

James needed no more encouragement as he felt his dick twitch and shake. Jess put her hand on it as her legs wrapped around his waist. She toyed with her clit with the bulging wet head. His cum was still filling her pussy. Without letting a drop spill out, she plunged the head of his fully hard cock into the soaking wet opening.

He gasped. The pleasure was almost too much as he felt himself slipping into the tightness of his mother’s hot pussy. They ached and craved for this. She clung to him, her thighs around his waist as he rocked his pelvis back and forth, massaging his huge length deep inside her body. He felt her strong vaginal walls tensed and pulsating with excitement.

She held his bottom with her hands as he drove his long length fully in and out of her.

Jess felt her son’s ripe, fertile cock pressing up against the opening of her awaiting cervix as he copulated with her. Each time he drove it into her, she tensed and released, to make her son grow harder and thicker in pleasure.

Jess felt that she would cum soon if it carried on like this. She started to shiver, and her legs started to shake. James could feel this and knew he was about to give his mother a huge orgasm.

“Mummy, cum for me… please…”

She continued to shiver and shake.

“James… I… yes… uhh… oh god….”

“Mummy, give me your cum… all over my cock baby…cum for me…yes… mummy”

“Yes… I, I… Ohhhh… Mmmmmhhh!!”

“Mum … I can feel you cumming!”

Jess was in utter ecstasy as her body tensed and writhed, her pussy squirting and spraying James’s dick with her juices. She felt his hardness firmly massaging her G-spot, and the shaft was rubbing on her swollen pink clit every time they moved.

She was helpless in his arms. This man. A man who she had once carried inside her for nine months, birthed into this world, taught how to be a good human being, how to love.

Now, she was teaching him how to fuck. How to make her pregnant.

Her pussy juices dripped all over James’s balls and down his ass crack as Escort he continued fucking her. He slammed into her, the stimulation intensifying for him. He was getting close to his release. His balls were about to explode inside her.

“Mum… I am going to cum again…I’m … getting… so… close… uh… uhhhh… ohhhhhh…”

“James please cum… please give me your spunk… my pussy wants your cum… make a baby with me James! Please! I need you… ooohhh… fuck your babies into me… yesssss…”

He erupted like a long dormant volcano, with more force than he’d ever felt, firing load after load of thick white cum into his mother’s pussy. She was overflowing with his seed now, two loads he’d delivered to her. There was room for no more until her cervix lapped up and accepted the seed into her womb.

He felt it shoot so fast and hard into her, that he swore he could feel a momentary opening of his mother’s cervix as the thick load forced itself into her ovulating womb.

By now, her fallopian tubes were both full to the brim with his sperm. As it happened today was her ovulation day, and at the perfect moment, her next egg freshly released itself into the swimming pool of seed. The egg floated out into the flooded cavern, vulnerable and ready to be attacked, penetrated by one of the billions of excited cells.

She was fertilised and didn’t know it yet. Freshly pregnant. Already, the process of making a new life had started inside her. She would give birth again soon, nine months would pass, her belly would swell and grow once more with the fruit of her own child’s loins.

James looked down at his beautiful mother. He; locked fully inside her; remained there for a few minutes. He didn’t want to pull it out. He didn’t want to withdraw from her body. He felt like this is where he belonged, and to withdraw from her would be leaving her, somehow.

He had fallen deeply in love with his mother. Romantically, emotionally, sexually. She was now the only woman he could ever dream of being with. She was so beautiful. Her eyes when they looked at him. His heart sped up and he got butterflies. Her body, curvy and full, round and soft, made him want to melt with desire. They were soul mates.

He couldn’t begin to think of his mum and dad even being together now. He knew it was crazy, but the thought would drive him wild with jealousy. This may be difficult, they both knew that.

James slowly slid his softening cock out of his mother’s pussy. She gasped a little as the warm head hit her clitoris, burning hot on her flesh.

Jess looked at her gorgeous, handsome firstborn son with a blissful smile. she curled into his arms with him spooning her.

James lay behind his mother. His cum-covered cock pressing into her bottom, and his hands on her waist as he pulled her close.

He whispered as they lay there;

“Mum, I love you forever. I want you to be all mine.”

He kissed her neck, biting her gently, licking her ear as he whispered again.

“You’re mine now, Jess. I have claimed you. Fertilised you. Marked you as mine. No-one else can have you. Not even dad. You’re all mine.”

These words turned Jess on so much. He spoke so territorially. It felt sexy for her to surrender everything to him. She knew this was not going to be easy, but after what she had just felt with her boy, she knew that sexually, it really was over for her and her daddy. She loved daddy dearly, but she needed more babies. Her boy wanted to give her them. They were in love, and breeding for a new family now.

James kept stroking his mother’s body up and down, clutching her. Kissing her spine. She turned her head round to meet his face, and their tongues met. They kissed.

“James, I am all yours,” She whispered back at him. His smile grew as she nodded her hear and widened her eyes.

“We’re going to have many babies James. I know it. I’ve wanted this since you turned into a man. You’re going to father more of our children. We must act now. My body maybe only has another eight years of fertility. I need you, baby.”

As they lay, serene together, the cum filling her womb had ebbed into her uterus, filling her utterly full of his ripe spunk in exactly the place she most needed and craved.

He kissed her slowly; his hands cupping her face as he did. So, already, this talk of keeping his sexy mother perpetually pregnant with his young, had hardened his dick for a third time. Still laying behind his mother, feeling the wetness dripping out of her spunk-logged pussy, he rested his hardening cock in the cleft of her thighs, with the head pointing upwards and inches away from her soaking opening. Ready to edge forward and enter her again when the time was right.

“Mother. My beautiful mother.” He sighed. “I’m going to give you this cock, this seed, for the rest of your fertile life, and beyond. We are going to breed, and breed fast. I want you always filled with babies, just like dad put so many babies inside you. I will be the father now.”

“Breed my body, James.” Jess exclaimed back at him. “Lets make love every day, as often as we can. Daddy will understand now. He knows I want you. Your dad and Auntie Flo are very close and they will be around to help us raise all the beautiful babies we’ll make.”

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The message you sent I have to read it several times for it to sink in. You will take time off for a long weekend at the cabin. You will meet me at the house at 8am on Friday. You will wear a nice shirt and skirt, or short dress and both with a garter belt, thigh high stockings, heels, plug, and nothing else. Is this understood? Yes Sir, I reply almost dropping the phone trying to type with shaking hands.

I hurry to pack only what I needed, some toys, and a nice dress. I doubted I would be anywhere but the cabin for the duration, but anticipation of a possible desire for public play or just a pretty slave to ruin, and the dress goes in the bag.

Friday morning finally comes and as I start to get ready the excitement grows making getting dressed somewhat of a challenge. That and that damn clock going unusually fast today. No way in hell am I going to start this off by being late. I take a few deep breaths and finish getting ready, and head out the door.

As I pull up I see your truck backed in with a small covered trailer attached to the back. I get out my car and head towards the house only to hear ratchet straps coming from the trailer. My feet try to stop me from going further and peeking inside the trailer and good thing they do since I should let you know I was there before looking. Good Morning Master I say waiting for you to come out, or tell me to come to you. I hear your footsteps coming from the trailer and as you walk towards me the devilish smile makes me shiver, as I know it can only mean all sorts of delicious evil has been planned. Let me see your bag you say and I hand the smallest up north bag I’ve ever packed in my life over for inspection. The size of the bag and contents make you smile.

You turn around and start walking back to the trailer. I know that I am to follow you. As I get to the back I can finally see that the ratchet straps were for. A metal dog cage is secured to the floor. Before I get more than a glimpse I feel your hand go around my throat as you pull me into you and tell me to get in the trailer on my knees. Rushing to obey I get in and kneel with hands behind my back waiting for the next command. You grab the cuffs, and collar, toss them at me telling me to put those on and get in my cage. Only as I get in I see why that evil twinkle in your eye is there. At the end of the cage is a pole with a dildo attached. You lean in the trailer to lock the cage, fill a small dog bowl with water and lean back out. Standing just Manavgat Escort outside the trailer you instruct me to either fuck or suck that dildo the entire ride up to the cabin and will start as soon as the truck starts and will know if I dont. Yes Master I reply as you shut and lock the door. The truck starts and I start fucking the dildo

I pray for clear roads. Silly since this is probably the easiest I’d have it all weekend. In the truck you have a small monitor with a clear view of the inside of the trailer and while it’s there for safety, it’s primary purpose is to make sure I followed your directions. So far you are pleased, but what you have planned is even better than the ride to get there.

Traffic is minimal and it’s seems the drive was almost too short. Watching me suffer in the trailer was definitely a nice way to drive. You know I will be a bit tired after the trip, but daylight is burning and the fun really has only begun.

I hear the truck stop, door open, and your footsteps approach the trailer door. Keys clang against the lock as you open the trailer door. That devilish grin is now almost a bit scary as you unlock the cage and tell me to crawl out. Not daring to stand I kneel on the grass. The coolness of it is a relief to my knees and a sigh escapes my lips. You tell me to stand and face the trailer with hands and legs spread out. You tell me to remove my shoes as you quickly remove the dress and replace with a simple yet effective body harness that bound my hands behind my back, a wireless remote control egg up my pussy, and of course the gag, always the gag.

I finally get a chance to see where we are and I’m surprised to only see a field and trees, but not a cabin. Then I hear you tell me you will be back soon to get me and to not go outside of the small wire fence of the property lines. I may stretch and walk but I am not to be in this spot or anywhere near it when you get back. I nod and try my best to say Yes Master through the gag as you walk back to the truck and drive away. Fear sets in as I wonder how long it will be till I see you again, or if this was how I would be found by someone. Bound, gagged, and except for the garter and thigh high stockings, you have left me there naked. I start to walk around and follow the instructions you gave me and hear small bells behind me as I walk. It was an absolutely gorgeous day and the breeze did have a soothing effect. I spot a large tree and it’s shade would be a nice Manavgat escort bayan place to stay for a bit. Besides the drier grass was tearing up the stockings even more than the ride up here had at the knees. It feels like at least an hour maybe more and worry has really set in.

Then I feel the egg start to vibrate. It makes me jump, but gives me relief at the same time.

The ride had been smooth, and having your own private show even better, but looking back in the rear view mirror at a half naked, bound, and gagged Sub standing in the middle of your hunting grounds was an amazing rush. You get to the cabin, bring the bags and cage in, and grab a beer. You walk over to your favorite beat up Lazy-Boy chair, sit down, and take your shoes off. Taking time to just listen and smell the air while drinking a beer up here was its own majic, but you wanted to get back to that field and go play. It’s time to get ready for some real fun. You get on enough camo gear to be able to sneak around in the brush of the property without being too obvious. Grabbing a bag with some more rope, flogger, and other various essentials you walk to the spare room to pick up the paintball gun, turkey call, and your lucky hat. Having everything but the cooler restocked with ice and you were ready to go. Locking up and walking back to the truck you can feel the biggest grin on your face and almost a spring in your step as you get in and drive back to the field.

There were two ways to get to the field and you took the back way in. About 30 feet before the field was a clearing and a tree you had imagined someone tied to for years. This is where you will hide the truck and maybe have some fun later on that old tree. Walking slowly up to the tree line of the field you stop and listen for bells. Not hearing any you pull out the egg remote and turn it on. Way in the distance you hear the bells and know the egg has given away your presence. Time to turn it back off till needed again. You creep around the edges walking towards the sound of those beautiful little bells. It really doesn’t take too long before you spot me and you knew it wouldn’t. You know this property well and there are a ton of hidden spots that are perfect for this.

Reaching back in your pocket for the remote you turn it on just to watch me jump. You watch as I look around nervously and sit down to call me in. Pulling the turkey call out you make a few calls just to see the reaction. Even from Escort Manavgat across the field you see my head tilt in that sort of questioning way dogs get when you ask them if they want to go outside. You make a few more calls and you see me start walking forward then backing up. “Come on you know you want to” you say out loud. You make one more call and flip the egg on and off almost pulsing it before leaving it on and putting it back in your pocket. You see me start to walk slowly towards you, still looking around with those wide eyes. Pulling out the paintball gun you know even at this distance it’s going to leave a mark for a long time, but you don’t want to break the skin out here, and not like that at least.

That skin needed a lot more marks on it, and there were only a few good places to hit that wouldn’t make tying me up difficult later. You see me still scanning the area where you are and can tell I can’t see you at all just yet. This will help you say to yourself as you pull the trigger. You hear that lovely gagged wail and see me drop to my knees. Putting the gun and call away you walk out of the clearing towards me. As you approach you see the blue paintball has splattered all over my hip just over the welt that would get bigger, the ripped and torn stockings, the drool from the gag, and the tears welling up in my eyes. Such a lovely sight as you take a picture for later.

“Up” I hear you say and my legs almost don’t want to listen. You reach down and feel the hot wetness radiating from my pussy and the moan released makes you want to keep playing, but It’s already been a long day and it couldn’t be any later than 2. Besides you’re hungry and there’s plenty of time for fun later.

You lead me back to the truck and lay out a blanket, and one chair for some lunch under the tree. You untie my hands from behind my back and take the gag out and turn off the egg. Letting me stretch for just a second you pull out the cooler and tell me to prepare lunch. I hurry to make and serve yours first as always and wait for you to tell me it’s ok to make mine. You let me, but on my knees from my dish and only from my dish. Both full and feeling the effects of the sun and fresh air you decide the tree can wait for just a little longer. You have all weekend and the day is still early. Plenty of time for some rest and of course a lot more play. You have me stand and get in the back seat of the truck for the short drive back to the cabin. I’ve earned that back seat ride back for now. I’m still exposed back there, but no one will see up here anyways and if they do oh well. You’ve been a good girl you say. I reply with a breathless “thank you Master” and you know I have to be exhausted by now but will continue to strive to please you the entire weekend.

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(continued from “Sex In The Spa”)

We reached the construction jobsite about dusk and the work crews were in the process to putting tools away and securing the area. Debbie handed me a hard hat and we jumped out of her car. There were three buildings in different stages of construction. We headed to the largest one, which seemed to be the most finished. Before we reached the door, a pair of whistles and catcalls rang out from behind. Debbie shook her head and continued walking, apparently used to such behavior. I, on the other hand (who hadn’t received a decent whistle in years), turned to check them out. The two, well built, black workers couldn’t have been more than 25-years-old. Even though I appreciated their attention, I figured the whistles were probably meant for my attractive sister-in-law. I politely blushed, smiled and caught up with Debbie.

“So, I see you have some new admirers?” She observed.

“Me? I don’t think so.”

“Well, the guys here wouldn’t dare whistle at me, being the boss’s wife. No, they must be for you!”

I smiled and blushed again, as she opened the door. We headed down a long concrete hallway, with another door and an overhead surveillance camera at the end.

“Barb, this is James. He’s in charge of security for the entire job site,” said Debbie, and introduced me to the middle aged black man.

Seated behind a console with over a dozen monitors in front of him, he glanced up at me.

“Hi, nice to meet you, James,” I smiled and offered my hand.

His huge hand completely covered mine, but politely allowed me to do the handshake.

“Likewise Ma’am,” he answered quietly.

“Well, I have to deliver these drawings to Burt in Building
. I may have to go over them with him too, if you can wait here for me?” Asked Debbie.

The small darklit room with all its lights and monitors was new to me and kind of intriguing. James seemed quiet, friendly and harmless, so I opted to stay there and wait. Debbie made her exit. Scanning the room slowly, I wondered how this whole surveillance system worked. James noticed my interest.

“So, can you figure out what you’re looking at, Ma’am?” He asked, knowing I had no clue.

“Well yes… I mean no. I’ve never seen such an operation. These different screens show the different buildings right?” I asked, instantly aware of how stupid a question that must be.

God, he will think I’m a typical dumb blonde, for sure. I turned my face to his for a response and watched his dark eyes quickly scan my legs, cut-off jeans, and finally settle on my chest. Slowly he shifted his gaze from my cleavage and our eyes met. His rugged, but handsome face formed a wide smile and I thought I would melt.

“Yes, Ma’am. We have three buildings, with several different views of each one to keep an eye on.”

I could sense, by his tone, he was not being condescending. I think he thought I was cute and opted to have fun with me. That’s when I decided to keep playing the “cute” card, and perhaps be a little “blonde” in the process. I have never been with or flirted with a black man, and thought this is as good a time as any.

“Oh James, you don’t have to call me Ma’am. My name is Barb.” I said and straddled a stool next to him.

“Yes Ma’am…err, I mean Barb,” he said, as his eyes gave my ample chest the once-over again.

“Do you ever get to see something interesting?” I asked softly, noticing his eyes glued to my tits.

“Oh yeah! I mean yes, every once in a while,” he started, then nervously switched his attention back to the dull, black and white monitors.

Not wanting to jeopardize his job, his gaze remained fixed on the monitors. I swiveled around playfully on my stool and secretly unbuttoned a blouse button to show off more cleavage.

“Every once in a while, what?” I asked, teasing him to finish his statement.

He was quite nervous now, as he switched views on several monitors. I could tell that he could see down my open blouse, at least peripherally.

“Sometimes people show up in unexpected areas, ya know?” He said, starting straight ahead.

I delighted in his uneasiness and became aroused by his apparent lack of attention. I swiveled around once and again, undoing another button en route. With my blouse fully opened to the waist, I reached behind, grabbed the stool with both hands and thrust my tits out. Swiveling back and forth to get his attention, I noticed some activity on the building three screen.

“You mean like those people there?” I said and pointed at the monitor.

Once he saw the monitor and realized what he was viewing, he quickly went to change it to another view.

“Who was that James? Why’d you change it?” I demanded.

“Oh, that’s nothing Ma’am, just the boss’s wife talking with Burt. I don’t like to spy on people I know,” he noted.

“Well, I do! Switch it back for a second!” I commanded.

“OK, Ma’am. But if we get caught, it wasn’t my fault,” he shrugged and flicked the switch back on.

On the tiny screen, I could make out Debbie handing the blueprints to the tall black supervisor. Belek escort They conversed for a short time, until Burt put the blueprints down and the two of them embraced. What! This was no friendly embrace. They kissed each other deeply and Burt raised Debbie’s dress up to her head and then pulled it completely off.

“I don’t think we should be watching this Ma’am!” Stated James, as he started to switch it off.

“Nonsense, James. This is definitely worth watching. Don’t you dare turn it off! And stop calling me Ma’am, dam it! I only wish we could see it better!” I sneered and leaned next to him, to get a better view.

Now it was me who was transfixed on the monitor, with James examining my big boobs up close. I think it was all he could do to keep from leaning down and taking a mouthful.

“Well, I suppose, if you really want to see them better, I could switch it to the big screen, here.”

And, with that, Debbie and Burt were on the big screen and we could hear them talking. Talking is probably not the correct term. Fucking is what it was: groaning, moaning, kissing and sucking. In no time, he had her stripped naked and she was doing the same to him.

“We don’t have a lot of time, Burt,” she said excitedly.

“Time enough for you to give me some head, bitch!” He snapped, as she went to her knees and unzipped his pants.

He tore his shirt off to reveal a perfectly toned chest, as Debbie took his cock in her mouth. From the camera angle, we couldn’t see his cock. But watching this erotic scene was making me seriously horny.

“See James, isn’t that better? Why are you so nervous? Haven’t you watched two people go at it?”

“Yes, but not…” He stopped.

“But not what? I begged.

“I’ve never watched something like this with a woman, especially a white woman!” He admitted

“And I’ve never done it, I mean watched it with a black man either. So what? That’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a little naughty don’t you think?” I said and winked.

“It’s just that… you are very attractive, and…”

“You really think I’m attractive? I didn’t think you even noticed?” I pouted and stroked his strong jaw line with my hand.

By the look in his eyes and the huge bulge in his pants, I could tell James would have jumped me that very second. I ignored his handsome features and watched Debbie giving Burt his requested blowjob.

“Dam, wish we could see his dick. I’ve never seen a black cock before. I’ve heard about them. Is it true what people say about black cocks?” I asked.

“And, what have you heard?” James smiled.

“Oh you know, that many of them are huge. Sometimes, even too big for fucking!”

“I think that’s just a myth,” laughed James.

“Oh really? Is that so?”

“Yeah, just like white woman are all either princesses or frigid,” he said daringly.

“Well, I’m neither one of those! So I suppose that means you have a small dick?” I surmised.

“I wouldn’t say it was small, but…” he smiled.

“Oh yeah? Well, maybe we should just check it out,” I whispered, leaned into him and reached for his crotch.

He stared defiantly at me, spread open his legs and seemed to dare me. Never one to turn away from an obvious dare, I unzipped his fly and reached inside his shorts. I was pleasantly surprised to feel his thick stiff erection and pulled it out for inspection. Glancing away from his piercing dark eyes, I looked down, took a firm grip and felt the length of him. Hmm, about the same length as my husband’s eight inch erection, but much thicker!

“Very nice James, and ooh, it’s so hard! Is that for me or from watching them?” I asked and gave it a few tough yanks.

He took in a deep, shaky breath, and gently pulled my white cotton blouse over my shoulders. Pulling my bra straps down, he slowly let out a long gust of hot breath. I felt my juices flow, as he leaned over and kissed my naked neck and shoulders. I undid my remaining blouse buttons and reached behind to unclasp my bra. Without a word, he pulled my blouse and bra off, and leaned back to savor his prize. My big sagging tits with hard nipples found a new home in the palms of his massive hands. For the first time, a man had hands large enough to hold them entirely. After a sweet message, he buried his face in them and licked each one, until my chest was coated with his saliva.

“Oh God YES! Suck my big white tits!” I yelled and threw my head back to give him my all.

James was intent on saturating my bosom, to the point where he could no longer hold my slippery mounds. I fixed my focus again on the large monitor, to witness my sister-in-law on top of a drafting table being reamed out by her husband’s chief foreman. The erotic sight of him taking her from behind and hearing her mournful cries was incredible. Tugging and pulling on James’ shirt, I pulled it off him. He unfastened my jeans, reached under my armpits and pulled me up, so my knees supported me on the stool. Until then, I had no idea how tall a man he was. When he stood to take my shorts down, my head only came to his Belek escort bayan chest. His callused hands gently lowered my panties, as my hand yanked faster and harder on his manhood.

“You WILL be gentle with me James, won’t you?” I begged.

He said nothing, but inserted two black fingers into my wet pussy. Feeling his fingers caress my clitoris, I had my first quick orgasm. Quickly I pulled his belt and pants open. His pants fell to the floor, as I ripped his shorts down over his erection.

“Should we lock the door, or anything?” I asked, breathlessly.

I wanted his black cock in me, so bad, I hardly noticed Debbie and Burt were no longer on screen. James lifted my naked body effortlessly from the stool and laid me on the long console. Still standing, he spread my legs open and took hold of my ankles. His sizable cock was in perfect position. As he moved toward me, I reached down, took hold of it and guided it to its intended target.

“That’s it Baby. Put that beautiful black cock in my white pussy! Oh yeah!” I yelled, as he sunk his entire length into me.

James didn’t waste any time getting down to the basics. Moving his hips forward and back, each stroke sunk his forbidden cock deeper inside me. The silent room filled with the sounds of my moans and the rhythmic wet slaps of his pelvis against my thighs. Showing no signs of stopping, my black lover’s constant thrusts were making me cum again. I grabbed hold of one of my melons and squeezed tight, while I massaged my clit with my other hand.

“Oooooh, that’s it Baby. God dam! I’m cuming! I’m cuming all over your black cock!” I screamed.

My body thrashed wildly, as he continued to hold my ankles high and fuck me at a steady, even pace. I started to wonder how long he could keep up this sweet attack on my pussy. Suddenly, I noticed activity on one of the small hallway monitors. Two workers had a brief conversation, then started walking down the long corridor toward the camera. The closer they came, the more I recognized them as the same young men I had seen earlier. I glanced at the monitor label. It read ‘Building

‘. Oh, my God they’re coming this way!

“James, I think were gonna have some company!” I said, nervously.

No reply. The man was in a trance, or something. Leering down at my big tits, he tightened his hold on my ankles and never broke his stride. Even when the door flew open, he was unshaken.

“WELL, what do we have here?” Asked the taller of the two, in utter amazement.

“See Man, I told ya she would have a great set of tits!” Exclaimed the other.

“OK, you two. Have yourselves a nice look, and then go,” I said, trying to hide my fear.

James acted like nobody was there, but us two.

“So lady, I don’t think ole’ James has ever had a booty call from a white chick,” stated the tall one.

James finally sensed my uneasiness and picked up his pace. Apparently, he was going to take me all the way, even in front of our accidental audience. The faster his cock pistoned in my pussy, the more I tried to ignore the boys and refocus on James. However, I could see the boys were getting pretty heated up, watching James and I go at it. They stood at the end of the console and egged James on. I felt the huge black man’s erection start to throb inside me and threw my head back. My eyes shut tight, as his cock exploded in my cunt. His thrusts pushed my whole body closer and closer to the end of the console, while his great load filled my pussy.

I heard his final grunts of pleasure and opened my eyes to see a long cock hanging inches from my face. Both boys had stripped down and were working up some nice size erections, when James pulled his spent manhood out of me.

“Move it, old man. She’ll be wanting some nice young meat now,” said the shorter one, pushing James aside.

Body-wise, the boy was half the size of James, but quite muscular. James was fairly exhausted by now, and didn’t put up a fight. I quickly tried to react to what was about to happen, but the boy was too fast. Before I could move away, he had slipped his sizable cock into my drenched pussy. The other boy was painting my boobs with precum from his long black cock.

“Hey, come on you guys! I don’t think this is such a good idea,” I pleaded.

I was losing control of the situation and whatever fantasies I had about doing multiple guys at once was turning more into a sense of fear than fun.

“Lady, we think this is a great idea! Why don’t you just relax and let it happen? You really are one, hot momma,” winked the short boy, as he fucked me harder.

His short, youthful strokes quickened and he must have hit my clit just right, because I started to cum again. My mouth opened wide in orgasm, only to be filled with the tall one’s long cock. The fact that you can’t rape the willing flashed through my brain, so I gave up and eagerly sucked the tall boy’s long black rod. With one young stud fucking my pussy and the other fucking my mouth, I let myself go. I was totally at their mercy, but somehow felt I wasn’t in any real danger. The more I Escort Belek relaxed and let them have their way with me, the more aroused I became. Watching these three strangers take me like a common whore was exhilarating and intoxicating. The short muscular buck soon shot his hot load inside me, but I wanted more. Sensing the tall one was also ready to explode, I whipped his long cock from my mouth and put a chokehold around the base of it.

“OK Stud, it’s your turn. Come here and fuck my white pussy with that big black dick!” I demanded.

Copious amounts of spunk seeped from my well-stretched pussy, as the tall black boy’s cock easily entered me. I could hardly feel his thin dick inside me, until it hit the back of my cervix. He pumped in and out of my slushy pussy admirably, but I could tell he wasn’t really enjoying it. I looked up at him, smiled and gave him a long knowing wink. Turning to my right again, I was surprised to see James’s fat cock staring back at me.

“See Ma’am, I told you black ones come if all sizes too,” he smiled and reached down to fondle my jugs again.

“Yeah James, I see that…and they’re all so yummy too!” I added seductively and pulled my hand up his long thigh, and caressed his balls.

I flicked the head of his cock with my tongue a few times, before taking it fully in my mouth. Such a sweet luscious cock he had. The thickness of it expanded my mouth to the max, while I let him sink it deeper into my throat. With eyes closed, I concentrated on taking as much of it as I could. In the meantime, the tall boy gave up fucking my loose pussy and pulled out. I felt another orgasm building and reached down with my left hand to finger my clit. As I worked myself up to a nice climax, I felt another cock parting my swollen pussy lips. By the size of it, I could tell it wasn’t the tall boy. It was every bit as thick as James’, so it couldn’t be the short stud. Whoever it was, his meat was big, and growing inside me. My pussy expanded to its fullest, as I felt the length of the stranger’s cock hit my back wall. Two strong hands gripped my wide hips and the huge tool began to thrust in and out. James relentlessly continued to fuck my mouth, while the stranger’s huge pole penetrated me deep with each stroke.

My body was on fire with an insatiable lust I’d never known. Spread out on the console like some white sacrificial whore, my hand dropped from James’ hip and was soon filled with the tall one’s hard slippery cock again. Instinctively I took hold of his long dick and soon had him grunting along with the others.

“That’s it Burt; fuck her good! She loves big cocks!” I heard Debbie prodding.

I suddenly realized who was terrorizing my poor pussy. It was Burt, Debbie’s secret stud. But, with three black cocks ripping into me, it mattered little whose they were. My jaw was numb and my cunt was about to burst, when I felt Debbie’s naked body next to mine. It was kind of a relief to feel her soft skin against me, as the hardened crew continued their onslaught.

“Ooh Baby, you look so delicious,” she whispered seductively and fondled my tits.

I shuddered in response to her touch, and she teased my hard nipples with nice wet tongue licks. On her knees and leaning over to suck my boobs, I was able to run my free hand up her thigh to her naked pussy. My fingers found her wet clit and I began to masturbate her, when she whispered again, “Umm, so you seem to like having all these black cocks?”

I moaned agreeably, and tried to nod as best I could, with James’ thick rod in my mouth.

“I think you’re more of a slut, than I ever gave you credit for, Barb,” she purred.

I blinked my eyes in quiet resignation.

“Perhaps you need a slut’s reward, huh?”

I wasn’t sure what constituted a slut’s reward, but I probably deserved it. I nodded in agreement. Still massaging her pussy, I felt another cock head inching its way inside her. The young, shorter workman had crept up behind her, and was apparently ready for more action. I reached out further and took hold of the base of his average sized dick and helped slip it inside her warm hole. Now I had a firm grip on two young black cocks, with two mature cocks in me. After several heated thrusts from her uninvited intruder, Debbie admonished him and pulled away.

“Well, what do your guys think?” She asked.

They responded with positive grunts and similar smiles, I’m sure.

“My sister-in-law is quite the white slut and I think she’s earned a slut’s reward, for all her hard work. I want you all to give her a nice cum bath,” she said, in a more demanding tone.

“Yes, Ma’am. I could do that RIGHT NOW!” Exclaimed James, as he pulled his thick meat from my mouth.

“By all means, James. Give her your best shot!” Yelled Debbie.

Finally I was able to see big Burt’s face starring down at me. With both hands full of young cock, I took note of his rugged but appealing good looks. James’ first blast of hot cum left a long white stream across my tits. This got my attention, and I switched my gaze from Burt to James. Batting my eyes up at him, I opened my mouth wide and ran my tongue slowly around my lips. James shot another nice size load of jism on my face and I felt my tall young man’s cock start to throb. James was squeezing the last remaining remnants of juice into my mouth, when the tall boy pushed him aside.

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The Homecoming Present

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Alice is restless, peering through the curtains in search of the postman. She’s ordered a surprise for her husband, Jason; a little mail order fun inspired by her recent reading of ’20 Shades of White with a Hint of Peach’, or some similarly racy title.

“Brown paper packages tied up with, sticky tape these are a few of my favourite things,” she sings softly. However the contents of her eagerly anticipated parcel, a paddle – but not for a canoe – might have raised Julie Andrews’ eyebrows.

A knock on the door, Alice dashes to answer, almost tripping over the step in her enthusiasm.

“Hey, steady on,” admonishes a fit young mailman, smiling at her through dreadlocks. “Must be something exciting,” he adds, looking enquiringly at the package.

If only you knew, thinks Alice. “Only some boring documents,” she lies. Most men shouldn’t wear shorts, this one, with his muscular brown legs, most certainly should. Behave he’s young enough to be your son; someone, muses Alice muses, really ought to punish me for entertaining such naughty thoughts.

Unwrapping the parcel with trembling fingers Alice cautiously flexes the handcrafted implement. ‘For the correction of delinquent females’ it claims on the label. And scheming women too she hopes. New leather has an arousing smell, although the paddle is stiffer and thicker (stop sniggering at the back) than she’d imagined. Was this really such a good idea?

Alice planned to present her man with something suited to fun spanks – this looks as if it might hurt. Basking in the afterglow of a well-spanked bottom is lovely, but there’s a fine line between that and being unable to sit. She’ll have to Alanya escort rely on Jason not to overdo things. Not too gentle mind; Alice enjoys having her limits pushed, especially with a new instrument of correction.

Carefully placing the paddle on the dressing table Alice decoratively positions herself to be the first thing Jason sees when he enters the bedroom.

Meanwhile Jason strides happily across the countryside with his dog, it’s a beautiful sunny day but he’s already anticipating his return. Unaware of his wife’s seductive machinations he’s unilaterally decided that a shapely lady of a certain age is going to get her soon-to-be bare bottom smacked upon his return. He phones home.

“Hello, how’s the walk?” Goodness, his beloved has a beguiling voice.

“Great. I’ll be back in half an hour and,” he allows a short pause, laden with possibility, “when I do you’re in for a spanking.”

At her end of the line there’s an audible intake of breathe. “I see,” responds Alice, recovering her poise. In truth the revelation is no great surprise. Her husband often rings, even texts, his punitive intentions in advance, knowing the wait increases her apprehension and anticipation. “Any special instructions darling?” she asks.

Jason considers for a moment, enjoying her deference. “A dab of Chanel No. 5,” he replies after a moment’s pleasurable thought.

‘Anything else?” she enquires calmly, although her heart is racing.

“Just your obedience.”

“Understood, see you soon.”

Alice waits impatiently – beneath her outwardly composed appearance expectation tingles and nervous butterflies flit — listening Alanya escort bayan out for her husband. Her teasingly short skirt reveals classy nylon-clad pins, guaranteed to push all the right buttons. Lightly runs her fingertips across her taut buttocks; her submissive sexuality and willing collusion mean they won’t remain unmarked for long. Squeezing her thighs tightly together, Alice slides a hand between her legs to stoke an incipient desire.

Ideally she imagines a long, slow session across his knee, her spouse’s warm hand slapping and fondling her hot derriere. Mind you, just because a girl’s been, as far Alice can honestly recall, impeccably behaved, doesn’t mean her naked behind won’t subsequently shudder and burn beneath a fiercer instrument of correction — perhaps the paddle? The unpredictability is thrilling.

Some 30 minutes later Jason enters his semi-detached suburban castle, settles the mutt and pours a large glass of red wine. In the bedroom Alice hears an unmistakably male tread upon the stairs. “Now that’s what I call a welcome home!” says the wanderer returned.

Fast forward a little and certain facts are definitively established: Apparently spanking paddles make very agreeable surprise presents. Pencil skirts, hugging a wife’s bottom curves, are also much appreciated. Even when so tight they have to be removed before she’s positioned face down across her spouse’s knee…

Jason stiffens at this vision of full, firm cheeks bisected by skimpy panties, the pale target area perfectly framed by stockings and suspenders. Runs his palm appreciatively over her proffered orbs, places his left hand in Escort Alanya the small of Alice’s back and slaps each buttock, hard: one two, three!

“Yeoow!” She’s unprepared for such initial harshness. A fiery sting suffuses each cheek, two vivid handprints appear.

“Just so you don’t get complacent,” explains Jason, resuming the spanking and angling each percussive slap to make her buttocks shimmy delightfully. Alice’s bottom weaves in involuntary response; lasciviously she thrusts it closer towards Him. Urgently Jason bares her cheeks, and continues — he’d intended no more than a smacked bottom but Alice, turning to poke her tongue out at him, provokes sterner measures.

He picks up the new paddle, “Time to try out this little beauty.”

“I chose it specially,” she whispers seductively.

“Did you indeed, how very thoughtful,” replies Jason.

She lays prone across the bed neither struggling nor resisting, absorbing stroke after stroke. A fiery glow is visible; mentally she’s drifted far beyond pain or pleasure, to a mysteriously masochistic plane of erotic experience. Her bottom jerks and reddens rhythmically, Alice gasps at each impact, the gap between her thighs slowly widens.

Next, standing penitently in the corner, hands on head she’d like to rub her smarting posterior. This would be a bad idea, just as unwisely kicking her legs earlier earned her slapped thighs. Alice fervently wishes Jason would finish his wine, stop admiring her hot bottom (although she appreciates the compliment) and get back to the task in hand.

Once back over his knee, knickers tangled around stocking tops, she’s about to experience second dose of the paddle.

Interspersed – if previous experience is any guide — by damply intimate explorations and concluded, Alice feels certain, with some vigorous apres spanking activity…

It’s time, attentive reader, to discreetly leave; we’ll see ourselves out…

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Ame had the best weekend. She was ready for school this Monday morning. She had an easy class, Introduction to Photography. Humming to herself she walked across campus to her class. But the moment she walked in the door, her happiness faded.

“We meet again. You know, you still owe me something.” It was the stranger from the bar.

“What are you doing here? Did you follow me?” She was whispering due to the class filling up.

“Don’t kid yourself. Wait after class, we need to talk.” She sat down in her usual seat front row, last seat to the left. She was chewing on her hair. Did anyone see them, hear them.

“Settle down class. I am Professor Lamb. Feel free to call me Tyree. I will be taking over the class. Professor Garcia was in a serious accident over the weekend. She won’t be back this semester. So, let’s try to get along.” He looked at her and smiled. “So, how about you tell me your names.”

He started in the back and ended with her. She said softly “I’m Ame Luna.”

“So, tell me Ame, why did you choose this class? What kind of pictures do you like to take?”

“Unexpected snapshots of people. I feel you capture the truth about a person. For instance, a professor pretending to be someone he’s not. But discovering the truth is fun, don’t you agree?”

“Interesting. Class, let’s do that today. Take as many snapshots of different people, expected or unexpected. Dismissed. Ame, can you please wait?”

As soon as the room cleared he approached her. He sat on her desk and opened his legs facing her.

“I had a really good time, didn’t you? My favorite part was walking out with wet pants. I too left through the back doors.”

“That will teach you not to assume it’s your way.”

“So, how about we try again. This time it’s your way. You have Kumköy escort a great pussy. I bet your mouth is just as good or better.”

“Ok, meet me at this address, tonight at 8pm or never.” She handed him a piece of paper with the address to the book store where she works.

It was a quarter past nine and the professor had yet to arrive. Ame waited and waited. She even stepped out the door to see if he was down the street. She decided it was his loss, she was closing up and going home. Before she could punch in the alarm code, he knocked on the door. Hesitantly she let him in.

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care what you were doing or where you were, much less with who. Just get your ass to the back if you want some really good pussy.”

“Spoken like a real mami. That’s why Latina women are so fucken good, they’re rowdy sometimes, demanding, and always horny. You gone be my hoe, my lil slut. Let’s do the damn thing.”

Quickly she undressed him. She tore open his shirt not caring all his buttons were ripped out. Next she undid his pants and removed them, boxers too. She even took his socks off. He was stark naked. She stood before him admiring his body, watching his dick jump at how cold it was in the room, his chest heaving as if afraid of what was next.

“Now, let me see you turn. I want to see if your ass is as plump as your dick.”

He did as she said, smiling the whole time. He liked being treated with such disrespect, like a piece of meat. He did have a nice ass, however.

“Oye papi, que tu quieres?”

“girl, I don’t know what you said, but say it again.” And he grabbed her in his arms, his dick at attention, directly pointing at her.

She pushed him off her and took a seat by the copy machine. She pulled up the lid. Kumköy escort bayan “sit papi. Put that ass on it.” He sat on the copy machine while she made copies. “another stunt like that and these will go out to all your students.”

Ame kicked off her shoes, then pulled off her pants, no need to unbutton, and pulled off her top. She turned and had him unclasp her bra, with his teeth. With her legs closed, she fully bent over to remove her thong. With her thong still in her hand, she wrapped it around both his hands. It was a sexy restraint, one he loved. Next, Ame pushed him back into the door and lifted his arms onto a coat hook. Now he was stuck for her to have her way with his huge, throbbing dick. She pulled a chair right in front of him. Before she could sit down, she grabbed something from her bag, then she sat in the chair and faced him. She opened her legs wide, throwing them over the armrests. In her hand was a dildo. She put it to her mouth, licking it then sucking it. She moved it down her breasts, hitting the nipples with it, down to her legs, and finally to her pussy. She moved it up and down the crevice, teasing herself.

“Fuck! You lil fucken whore, let my hands loose. Why play with a black dildo when you know want my big black dick.”

Ame shoved the dick in her pussy a few inches. In and out her pussy. “mmmmm. You think you can handle me?” She knelt before him and took his dick in her mouth. Dildo still in hand she fucked her pussy and sucked Tyree’s dick. In and out it went as she sucked furiously, swallowing it down. Deepthroating it. She licked his dick up and down saturating it with saliva and spitting on it. She pumped him then sucked some more. She could taste presperm. She stood up and freed him of hook and thongs. He seized her and Escort Kumköy pulled her against his body. He kissed her angrily and bit her cheek. He sucked on her neck leaving her hater marks all over. Then he went downtown. He sucked on her pussy lips, opened them with his tongue. He sucked on her refusing to stick his tongue in. He pushed a finger in, then two. In and out. He stuck his hand up to her ass and massaged her asshole. Taking his mouth off her pussy, he licked at her asshole. He lifted his hand up behind her and pushed down on her back causing her to fall over him. He positioned her on her elbows and knees, ass in the air. He handed her the dildo. Knowing what he expected, she pushed it into her pussy. He got on his knees behind her. Dick in his hand he slapped her ass. Slowly he inserted his dick in her ass. She buckled. He grabbed her hair and kept her up.

“Shit baby! Don’t stop on me now.”

“Ay que dolor!!!”

“What’s that baby, more.”

“Fuck you. It hurts! You’re ripping my ass open!”

Further in he went till he was all in. Slowly he moved in and out. Quickly she thrust the dick in her pussy. In and out, both her holes were being stuffed. They were rocking back and forth together. Her tits were swinging back and forth. His nuts were slapping her pussy. He pounded her ass. She tried not to yell, biting down on her bottom lip. She moaned. Her breath was rapid. He too was breathing quickly. One last thrust and they came together. He filled her ass with sperm and pulled out. After he pulled out, he sucked out his own sperm sucking on her ass. He spanked her making her cum more. He turned her on her stomach and licked up her pussy juices. He stuck his tongue in her pulsating pussy. She quivered. He got up and left her on the floor. She lay down. He started to dress. Once he was dressed, torn shirt and all, he picked up the copies of his ass and turned to leave.

“I knew if I restrained you, you’d give it to me good. Thanks, teach.”

“Anytime mami.” He ducked down and kissed her. This was going to be a good school year.

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Stuttgart in Germany has several underground shopping centres, built as part of their metro system. Thoughtfully, they’ve also provided public toilets, some ideal for cottaging.

One such is on the outside of an underground section, the entrance door facing the castle park — excellent for just lazing on the grass watching the world of men come (hopefully cum) and go. Just after dusk the castle park is an excellent place to take your latest conquest behind a tree and do what comes naturally.

There are people around, but it’s too dark for them to see what’s going on just yards away from them. Anyone aware of such things might be alerted by the occasional groan or “Oh fuck” (in several languages), but the general public isn’t usually aware.

This is the first tale of encounters in that cottage and park.

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I was on my way back to my hotel, at the far end of the park, and just happened to drop in to the cottage … to see what might be available. It was almost nightfall, and very quiet, so I didn’t hold out much hope of getting any action. The urinal is metal, with no partitions, in a U shape. I stood myself at a corner where I could see the door and waited hopefully, with a half-hard-on. And waited, and waited.

Patience is a virtue, and virtue brings its own reward (they say). And, on this occasion, so it did. A lanky black man came in, looked round and saw me (I’d more or less hidden my cock with my hand) and took up position halfway along one side of the U, closer than most straight men would stand. He pulled out his cock and pissed, looking down at his cock so that I had a chance to stare sideways at it. A nice long floppy dusky hosepipe with a bunched foreskin.

He shook, but continued to stand there — it doesn’t take long to make it clear that you’re not just there for a piss — and I stared more openly as his cock swelled and lifted. Soon he glanced over at me (by this time my cock was fully erect and jutting out fiercely) and he seemed to like what he saw. He grinned, and tucked himself (with some difficulty) into his trousers and walked outside.

I quickly made the decision that he’d definitely been interested, so I wedged my hard-on across my thigh and followed him. He hadn’t gone far — just away from the lights near the shadow of some trees, and he was looking back at me. Casually I wandered towards him; he stepped completely into the shadow, and as I reached him and my eyes became used to the gloom I saw that he had his cock out and was stroking it gently.

Dropping to my knees I slid his still half-hard erection down my throat until the musky smell of his crinkly pubic hair was right under my nose. He groaned softly, but then said with an American accent, “Not here. You gotta place to go?”

“My hotel is at the other end of the park,” I replied, standing up and adjusting my own erection, which by this time was agonizingly uncomfortable.

“OK, let’s go.”

As we wandered across the park he told me that he was a US serviceman on leave for the weekend, and that he’d had no sex action for nearly a week. I drooled.

Luckily, I had my own key to the outer door of the hotel, so we were able to go in unobserved. Up to my room, in, and lock the door. We both quickly stripped and he lay down on the bed. Kneeling between his legs I sniffed at the strong musky odour of his crotch — a great turn-on. Again I slid his half-hard cock into my mouth and throat until I gagged slightly, which made him groan as my throat muscles massaged him.

Despite my best ministrations, I couldn’t get him any harder (and never did, all the time he was there). My arse winked with disappointment, as I knew I could never get a half-hard cock into my tight hole. So I just continued sucking him, holding his big balls pulled away from his groin, enjoying the taste of his copious pre-cum and the fantastic sexy smell of his body.

Just as I was going to suggest that he move down the bed so that we could 69, he started to thrust his hips up rapidly, a long stifled moan came from him, and he absolutely filled my mouth with tangy cum. “Damn,” I thought, “that’s the end of his interest in this evening’s fun!” When he finished coming, which he did in one long stream, not in separate spurts, I backed my mouth off his cock and swallowed the huge load. Very tasty, thick and satisfying.

I lay down beside him, assuming that he’d get up and dress and leave, but he rolled over towards me and grabbed my erection, which by this time was leaking pre-cum like a waterfall. He rubbed the fluid over the head of my cock, which very nearly made me come, and kissed me, tasting the residue of his own cum.

“Gotta condom?” (A man of very few words.)

“In the bedside table drawer.”

He tore open a condom packet and rolled the rubber on to my rigid cock, then bent down and slurped the whole thing into his mouth, dribbling spit everywhere. I was nearly hysterical with lust by this stage, Manavgat Escort and hoped he wasn’t just going to suck me off into the condom (an extremely unsatisfying feeling!) But no, he squatted over me (facing me), located the head of my cock at his hole, and slid straight down until he was sitting on my hips.

Both of us groaned slightly at the hot full stuffed feeling, then he grabbed my nipples and started to do squat-thrusts. American military training is extremely good for one’s sex life, I decided, as he continued doing this long after my muscles would have cramped up. I held on to his cock, still slippery with the remnants of his cum, and it returned to that firm but floppy state that seemed to be the limit of his erection.

I couldn’t move much, as he sat down on my hips each time he bottomed out, but he was doing such a good job I didn’t need to move at all. My mind and body just fused into a gigantic cum-machine, waiting for the trigger to make it explode. After a good ten minutes of this action, he reached behind him and squeezed my balls, just as he was at the bottom of his thrust. A feeling that I at first thought was pain, then a throbbing urgency, then a set of wild spasms, and then I came.

Oh god, how I came! And so did he — out of that hosepipe of a cock sprayed another vast load of creamy cum. His arse tightened round my cock as he came, and I came again! I pulled the pillow over my face to stifle my scream (I’m a very noisy cummer!) and we both panted with the exertion.

He pulled off me, took off the condom, emptied it on my chest, and lay down on me, belly to belly, chest to chest, squishing his cum and mine between us. The wonderful bleachy smell was almost overpowering, and we kissed frantically as our heartbeats returned to normal.

It would have been nice to have a sleep and then do it all again, but sadly he had to leave. I offered him a shower, but he wanted to keep the spunk on him as a memory of a fantastic encounter. As he left we had a kiss and a hug, and I collapsed back on the bed, smearing the remnants of our cum-loads off my belly and chest and then licking my hand clean.

The following day I didn’t wash it off, and all the time I was shopping I could smell, rising from inside my shirt, that wonderful sexy odour. I was half-hard all day.

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Whipped Cream: Two

It was quite late. I’d had a good dinner and some beer with friends from the conference I was attending, and was walking back through the pedestrian underpass towards the park and my hotel. I needed to piss anyway, and I thought it wouldn’t do any harm to check out the action, so I popped into the cottage which faces the park.

To my disappointment, nobody else was there. I pissed and then stood with a half-hardon showing, hoping for some action. After a few minutes an old man came in, mumbling to himself, had a piss all over his shoes, and went out again.

Then a man came in who made my cock firm right up immediately: about 6 feet tall, big but not fat, extremely dark-skinned with fantastic hairy forearms, and an interesting face with a big slightly hooked nose and deep brown eyes. He stood so close to me in the (quite large) urinal area that I knew he must be looking for cock, just like me, so I didn’t bother to hide myself or hide my interest in him. And what a cock came out of those trousers! About 7.5″, straight, fully erect, and extremely thick. My mouth watered.

But just as I was about to move towards him and take hold of his cock he tucked it away and went out. Damn! I quickly zipped up and followed him outside. He headed towards a semi-circular seating area surrounded by dark bushes; the lights outside the cottage hardly illuminated this far, so it was quite a good place to meet. Anyone coming towards us would be in the lit area and we would see them long before they saw us.

He sat on the back of a bench with his cock drooping out of his fly. I knelt on the seat in front of him and sucked him right in. Soon I realised that I couldn’t possibly take all of him in my mouth once he was fully erect, which happened very quickly. His cut cock oozed huge amounts of pre-cum that tasted of exotic spices, and I lapped it up eagerly. After a while my jaw was getting tired, so I pulled off him and sat down.

Sitting next to me he tried to speak to me in German. I quickly realised that his German was even worse than mine, and this wasn’t going to get us far. “Which country are you from?” I asked, in German. “Maroc,” he replied. Ah, Morocco, so I switched to French, assuming (correctly) that he would speak quite good French. We had a short chat, but soon it was down to business again.

He knelt in front of me and pulled down my trousers and underwear. He licked and then sucked my cock, but not with any great enthusiasm or skill. Then he raised my legs and started rimming me with a hard wet tongue. This was delicious and made me extremely horny, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he tried to fuck me with Manavgat Escort Bayan that monster. Much as I enjoy being fucked, his cock was just too thick for it to be anything other than agony for me, and probably not very satisfying for him, either.

I explained that he was too big to fuck me; he looked disappointed, but contented himself with sliding two fingers inside me while continuing to suck. By this time I was ragingly horny, and I asked him if I could fuck him. “Non, non!” he exclaimed, “Jamais [never].” Pity, his cheeks were solid and muscular, and it would have been a lovely tight fuck.

He stood in front of me and fed me as much of his cock as would fit, thrusting it in and out just a little. I slid my tongue along the underside of his meaty frenum, which created little spurts of delicious pre-cum, and his cock got even harder and thicker. I could tell that he wasn’t going to last long.

After another few minutes of this, he grabbed hold of my ears and started thrusting more forcefully. Three strokes and he grunted, then yelled, as five hefty spurts of cum shot into my mouth so quickly that I didn’t have time to swallow between them. As he withdrew his still-leaking cock I swallowed quickly and then licked his cockhead to get the residue.

I looked down at my own cock, hoping he would get me off, too, but he just grabbed my nipples and watched as I wanked myself just a few times before shooting cum up into the air. Fantastic orgasm. I sat for a moment to recover, then stood up and went to hug and kiss him, but he pulled away. (A lot of Arabs will not hug or kiss or be fucked.)

We made an arrangement to meet in the same place the following night, but he didn’t turn up. However, what happened instead was worth waiting for …

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Whipped Cream: 3

I was frustrated — seriously frustrated. Even my legendary patience waiting for something to happen at the Stuttgart cottage was becoming exhausted. It was early evening on a Thursday, and I was hoping for some horny men to finish doing whatever shoppers enjoy doing in shops, and come and satisfy me. I hadn’t even had a solitary wank for 2 days (almost a record for me!)

The tree against which I’d been leaning to observe the (in) action was gnarled, scratchy, and uncomfortable. Few men had even entered the toilet; none had stayed long enough to be searching for the same thing as me — spunky cock.

Ah hah! At last! Now who’s this …? So blond that he must be Scandinavian, a fringe of beard on a beautiful suntanned face, red and black plaid shirt, and tight jeans. He came nearer along the path: tight, *tight* jeans, no underwear, cock straining the material down his left leg, and when he turned to go into the cottage such a wonderful taut bum was displayed that I felt precum spurt into my own jeans. Please, god, let him be gay. Please, god, let him be cruising. Please, *please*, god, let him fancy me.

I rushed towards the door — as fast as one *can* rush with an erection that threatens to tear its way out its confinement. He was still there, halfway along the curved stainless steel urinal. I resisted the urge (barely) to sidle up behind him and cup his buns in my hands, and settled for a position at the urinal that didn’t quite overlap his personal space.

And I ogled him shamelessly. If he was straight and offended let’s just hope that he would zip up and leave, rather than using violence against this outrageous lecher (me!). I’m not a small man, but he was a good three inches taller than me, heavier and fitter, and if he hit me I’d go down like a log — well, a log with a branch sticking up.

He didn’t zip up; he didn’t leave; he didn’t hit me; he didn’t even look at me. But, yes! He was plainly cruising — that cock was now so erect that he couldn’t possibly get it back inside his jeans. Not such a huge cock, about six inches, but straight and smooth with creamy skin and a big fold of foreskin pulled back from his cockhead. A very good mouthful, my mouth told me as it produced enough saliva to suck off an elephant.

It was about now that I realised that I hadn’t even taken my cock out, not even to pretend to piss. I wrestled my mean monster (six and a half inches, uncut with a short foreskin and a big fat plum head) out of its prison. This took some time and not a little pain, as I had to bend it to get it through my fly. He looked on in amusement. Yes! He looked!! And his cock throbbed up and down a few times. Yes! He’s interested!!

I stood there, my crotch thrust forwards, just holding the base of my cock. If I’d even touched the head I’d have come all over the place. Dangerously close to losing it, I breathed deeply and waited for the urgent spasm of lust to subside. Precum dripped from my slit, then turned into a single column of drool that almost reached the floor. I longed to gather it up on a finger and savour it. I longed for my Norse god to gather it up on *his* finger and savour it. Even more I longed for him to wrap his sensual lips Escort Manavgat round my cock and siphon up anything I had to give.

He turned towards me slightly, and I could see that his balls were out of his fly, too. Smooth skin, just a hint of blond pubic hair, eminently lickable. From somewhere my mouth found more saliva. Frankly, I drooled, from both mouth and cock. He began to slide his fingers up and down his cockshaft. Now he was leaking precum, too. I imagined the taste of his cock and precum, and nearly came on the spot. Brazenly I turned to face him, the shimmering rope of precum swinging below my impossibly hard cock. He licked his lips, and I nearly came on the spot.

Shit! Fuck!! Someone else coming in. I hastily turned back towards the urinal. A man with a kid. Blondie and I both attempted to hide our erections with a strategically placed hand. The kid pissed with his father’s help, then was taken to wash his hands. The hand dryer breathed lukewarm air. Drying his hands took forever. ‘Hurry up, piss off, fuck off,’ my mind clamoured as the man spent whole minutes rearranging the way his son’s shirt was tucked in. But at least they hadn’t looked at us and wondered why we were both standing there with strained expressions on our faces and our hands in a funny position.

At last, at *last*, they left. We hastily turned towards each other, ready to get down to business. Oh no! Another interruption!! We resumed our strange stance. An old man shuffled in, took a quarter of an hour to undo each button (‘for fuck’s sake, get a zip!’) and pissed briefly, then took more aeons to do up his trousers again. At least he didn’t stop to wash his hands — we’d both have turned into fossils before he’d finished!

He wandered out. Just as we reached for each other’s cocks the door opened again. I couldn’t believe our bad luck. This time the Scandinavian shook his head regretfully, and did a curious motion pushing his bum out at the back in order to make enough room to force his erection back inside his jeans. He waddled out, clearly in some pain.

The new arrival was a youngster. I thought at first he was a schoolboy, but as he walked to the far end of the urinal I realised that he was at least twenty, just very slightly built and with no facial hair. Because of the curve of the urinal, I couldn’t see him without actually turning round, so I just stood there, achingly erect, waiting for him to finish pissing. No sound of pissing. Hmmm. I risked a glance over my shoulder. He was standing with his back to me, somewhat hunched over, but there was no sign of wanking action.

Minutes passed. Still no sound of pissing. Surely he must be cruising? I turned right round and pointed my loaded weapon at his back, willing him to turn round. And he did! God is definitely a woman, and she has a sense of humour. Never in my life had I seen such a mismatch as between the lad’s slight frame and his magnificent cock. I gasped. I drooled some more. My asshole twitched, imagining that monster sliding in. I nearly came on the spot. I begged for someone to produce a dildo with those exact dimensions.

He grinned (probably amused by the look of crazed lust on this drooling idiot!) and took a step forward. He started a slow wanking action, just moving the loose skin backwards and forwards on his shaft, making his cockhead peek out of his foreskin at each stroke. His eyes rolled upwards, his head leaned back, he was going to come! I had to have it!! I took two steps towards him …

… and the door opened again. That god woman has an *evil* sense of humour. I went back to my original position, cursing internally like a mute with Tourette’s Syndrome. The new man stood between us, pissed like a horse, shook, tucked in, zipped up, and left.

Quickly I turned back to my young friend. It was too late! He had his back to me, but I could clearly see the involuntary thrusts of his bum as he reached his climax. Now, imagine one of those pressurized cans of spray cream. Imagine emptying the whole can onto the edge of the urinal. That was his orgasm. He shook and grunted as if he were having a seizure, and the spunk just poured out in jets and ropes and swirls, stark white against the steel surface.

Half of my mind was screaming, ‘What a waste!!’ The other, more rational half was saying, ‘That would seriously drown you!!’ I contemplated the effect of drowning in so much spunk, slurping and swallowing as much as possible before the remainder filled my mouth, throat, and nose.

The lad forced his erection back inside his jeans and stumbled past me, giving me a regretful half-smile as he went out. I rushed over and stood above his outpouring. That heavenly smell made my nostrils tingle. I still couldn’t believe how much he had come. Never before or since have I seen so much cum in one place. If I hadn’t been so fastidious I’d have scooped some up and used it as lube on my own erection.

I collected as much of my own precum as I could and just wiped my hand over my cockhead twice. I came so hard that it made my head hurt, and I shouted. Normally my cum oozes out in thick globs all over my cockhead and hand. This time, the first three spurts shot out like rubber bullets and splattered on the back of the urinal. The rest joined the huge pile of whipped cream on the floor.

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The sun sets down on the freeway– the day has been rough, violent, and short. The cars speed past the hidden bloodshed, oblivious to the scenes of criminality and depravity; after all, it is not their life.

The radio jingles with deep melodic tunes– she has sunglasses on, dark brownish blonde hair, and shifty pale skin. She is slightly overweight– she’s in her thirties and does not exercise, and she works inside all day, so there’s a soft flabbiness to her build.

She is not unattractive; she is not Venus either. The air conditioning is blazing inside the car, a Toyota something. The car is mostly clean, except for a few bottles of Nestea in the back. Under her mirror is an ornament she bought in Costa Rica, a little ball with the rainforest draped all over; she loves it, despite the tackiness.

She drives to the exit. There are old industrial buildings and unused office space here; the whole place is a wasteland of vacancy and decay. There are many Mexicans walking the streets– immigrants mostly, who have found the area cheap and suitable to live in. They are strong, small, and sturdy; their tanned brown bodies glint underneath the sun.

The Spanish on the signs, along with the smattering of Korean and Vietnamese, makes the place seem somewhat foreign. She drives past the words and weird symbols and over speaker phone, asks her husband what he wants today.

He says he wants to eat out, but she won’t hear it. “I just went shopping on Saturday,” she says. “There is no way we’re eating out.”

He tells her he doesn’t really care– he never really cares. She drives past the intersection where a month earlier a gang shooting had taken place. She wasn’t involved in that investigation, but she had heard from her colleagues that it had been the spark that ignited the recent outbreak of violence. All the shootings that had been taking place were a direct result of the intersection killing.

The melody changes into a voice. “…in Cherry Hill, another gang shooting has taken place. Three men, aged eighteen to twenty-four, were gunned down in a local restaurant by two men suspected to be members of a rival gang–“

“M-38,” she says out loud. M-38 was the gang responsible for many of the shootings; they had provoked the violence by killing several Cherry Hill Mafia at the intersection that lone month ago.

“The escalating violence has been attributed to disputes between rival gangs in the area. The Cherry Hill Police Department states that, ‘the shootings can be attributed to one thing and one thing only: control of the drug market’. According to the CHPD and local high schools, ‘drugs are the number one reason why the community is experiencing an all time record high of murders and dropouts’.”

She likes the news story. But then it ends and fades to commercials. She switches back to the melody.

She arrives home– it is dark outside. She locks her car and enters her two floor cookie cutter. She smells pasta. “I’m home,” she announces. She walks into the kitchen. “Cooking today? Really?”

He smiles; like his wife, he is also slightly overweight, actually more so. He has a fading brown head, but a thick, scroungy beard. His dark blue eyes complement hers. “I wanted to cook today,” he says. “For a change.”

She shuffles Side Escort through the mail. Bills, bills, junk mail. She puts them down and groans. “God, I hate bills!” She sits down at the small round table and starts to rub her eyes. “Why did we have to buy this house!”

He brings out two plates of pasta and places them on the table. “Ally, what did the doctor say?”

She shakes her head. “It’s negative. He says that we need to get tested, so we can know who needs the help.” He gives her a bottle of Nestea. He sits down with a stern expression on his face. “Did you schedule anything?” he asks.

She shakes her head again. “No. It’s so expensive, like two thousand dollars. I want to wait until we pay off everything else.”

“Ally, you know that–“

“Look, we don’t have the money for it–“

“We’ll have to sacrifice–“

“No. We’re not sacrificing anything! Why are you in such a hurry? I still have time– I’m not even at that stage!”

He is quiet. The two study their pasta and remain quiet during the meal. After, he watches television and she washes dishes. There is disquietude in the air; he tries hard to escape into the game; she thinks about the day and her career.

She slips into a loose t-shirt and a pair of sweats. She brushes her teeth and turns on the bedroom television. Her favorite show, Project Runway, is on. She turns on the air-conditioning in the room and flings herself on the bed. Over the course of an hour, she is lost in the fantasy of reality; she forgets everything and only knows the petty drama of the screen.

He enters the room as the show is ending. He takes off his shirt; his belly plops out and there is scraggly hair all over his chest. He doesn’t have the energy or will to shave it. He glimpses at the television screen, shakes his head, looks at his wife, and shakes his head.

After washing up, he gets on the bed. “How is work, by the way?” he lamely asks.

The show is over, and she is tired. “It was all right I guess.” She doesn’t bother to return the question. He sets the alarm grudgingly.

They both lay silently, their eyes closed to different directions. The sound of the air conditioning is noticeable. He wonders for a moment, but can’t find the drive to do it. She does that to him sometimes; one of her many flaws. He stares at their wedding picture; once, she used to make him horny everyday. But, it was always for the most wrong and perverted reasons. Now, they’re married, and his desires seem to be suppressed. He wants something else, something more. He wants love, romance, passion, the ability to look at her and fly. He wanted to feel suave, handsome, charismatic, heroic. But with her, everything was so realistic and rational, nothing was left to higher tendencies. Not that she was a total cold bitch; she was female in many aspects. But she didn’t endear him in ways that he liked in a woman; he wanted a woman like his high school sweetheart, now married to a mid-level office hack somewhere in boring suburbia. He wanted someone that had her looks, her caring personality; he missed her, the experiences. But now he was rambling onto a different and nonsensical tangent…

The morning is a rush against time. She worked so far away– all the way in the city. Side Escort bayan The freeway is hell this time of day. To cope with the boredom and wait, she listened to podcasts. But sometimes that got dreary, so she would just dream and imagine something.

The Courthouse is busy as usual, with the flurry of people and paperwork making way in and out. She flashes her badge and skips the security check– the guards know her well enough that she doesn’t really have to flash her badge. But she does it because the people in line see it, her flash of power, and are forced to recognize, that she is someone to reckon with.

She enters her office– actually her and Thurber’s office. Thurber, a tall, wiry man with dirty blonde hair, somewhat older, is her fellow prosecutor. “Mrs. Lange, the witness will be coming at twelve. Could you prepare the deposition?”

She places her things on the floor next to her desk and scrounges for a pen. “When do you need it by?” she asks.

He looks amazed. “By twelve. I hope you’ve got the template and everything–“

“Oh, yes I’ve got everything, I just wanted to know.”

He walks out of the office and into the hallway. Sometimes, Thurber can be very annoying, she says to herself. Very annoying.

The room is cold when she enters. Thurber is sitting next to the defense attorney; they are chatting quietly. The young witness, a scruffy looking black thug, sits alone, silent. She stares at him intently; he stares at her with the same intensity. His eyeballs stick out; they are so white compared to his face.

After a few preliminary questions and protocol, Thurber gets up and starts to pace around. He always does this; it’s his trademark. He begins to ask the witness in a moody, inquiring tone. “So how did you know Roger Menendez?”

The young witness seems to be thinking. Then, in a low voice, he answers, “We went to the same high school. He was a grade higher. Used to sling meth and coke with some of the other Mexicans. Liked to mess with middle school shorties’ a lot–“

“I don’t see how this pertains to your knowledge of or any affiliation with Mr. Menendez,” the defense attorney snaps.

“Please answer the question,” demands Thurber. “How do you directly know Roger Menendez?”

The young witness seems to be no older than eighteen; his face still looks gentle and traces of the street seem non-existent. She eyes him strangely. “I know Roger from school. I’ve met him at some parties, but I’ve never like hung out with him.” He looks somewhat defiant.

“So how do you know that he killed your friends Ruben Pritchard and Benny Cardozo?” Thurber asks.

“Cuz’ the nigga started bragging about it to his M-38 eses and they told everyone that Menendez did it.”

“But you don’t know for sure that he did it,” the defense attorney interjects, “it’s only rumors right now.”

“In Cherry Hill, no one claims shit they didn’t do. You can get killed for doing that.”

“But Mr. Bryant, why would Mr. Menendez publically claim a murder when his life, his family would be at stake?” the defense attorney asks.

“Cuz’ the nigga wanted to be hard, and he wanted to impress M-38 to take him in. Plus the nigga doesn’t give a shit about his family. Yeah the nigga would probably Escort Side cry if you pointed a gun at his head, but shit, the nigga would sell his mami and papi for a blowjob if he could.”

She couldn’t help but think how stereotypical he was. With his defiant posture, he sits and answers questions without regard to the seriousness of the event. A child of the streets he is; arrested twice for robbery and once for drug possession. She jots down some notes; he can be useful for other cases.

“So what is your relationship to the Cherry Hill Mafia?” Thurber asks.

“None. I’m not connected to them,” the witness replies.

“None at all?”

“Nope. Don’t deal with them niggas. I freelance. Don’t believe in gangs.”

“But you do know members of the Cherry Hill Mafia and are friends with them, are you not?” the defense attorney asks.

“Just cause I know a few niggas doesn’t mean–“

She raises her voice. “I have an interjection to make,” she says. She clears her throat and stares at the witness. “Can you please refrain from saying the n-word?”

He looks at her and nods his head. There is a dazed look in his eyes.

The interview ends, and the young witness is led out. While she scrambles to finish the paperwork, the thug gives her a hard stare. She barely notices it, but she feels a certain feeling from him.

At home, her husband watches the television. “No cooking today?” she asks.

He doesn’t move his head. Or his mouth. She notices the Chinese food bag. “I can’t believe you bought take-out!” she screams. She ambles over to the living room and turns off the television. He looks at her sullenly. There is fire in her eyes.

“Why did you order take-out?” she yells.

He shrugs his shoulders. He starts to lay down on the sofa. “I couldn’t wait for you to come home.”

“Why didn’t you just make yourself something?”

“Too tired.”

“You’re tired. Okay. Working five miles from here in a little cubicle is really tiring.”

He jumps back up. “What the fuck are you saying? That my job is a joke?” His eyebrows are diagonal in anger. “Am I really that pathetic?”

“You’re so over-dramatic.”

“No, you are, Ally. You got upset that I bought Chinese–“

“Because we don’t have any money! Nick, we’re in so much debt and you think we have money to buy take-out and eat out everyday!”

He gets up and nudges past her and elevates up the stairs. She follows him with her eyes, with disgust. “Yeah, go to sleep, Nick! Just sleep sleep sleep your problems away. That way they’ll be solved.” He slams the door with a loud bang. “Why am I married to such a loser,” she says quietly. She realizes that she’s shaking, quavering, incoherent; she’s like this when she’s upset. She lays on the sofa.

She starts to think about high school and college and law school. She was so determined; she was so goddamn determined to make it and succeed in life. She worked so hard, and for nothing. She looks at the honeymoon photos on the mantelpiece. At that moment, she realizes she never loved him; she had been scared, worried that it was getting too late. She picked him because he was a decent guy and seemed to have a future in front of him– who knew!

Some of her friends were still unmarried; they would howl when she tried to talk about her problems. They just didn’t understand, the problems she was facing. Her other friends, her married friends, no longer kept in touch with her. They lived elsewhere and had families. They didn’t and couldn’t understand either.

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Santa’s Helper Ch. 05

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Thank you to Satinlvr_mwf for allowing me to continue your story Santa’s Helper Ch. 01-04 and to UH-OH for the help in editing. This is a story of pure fiction and no true events so if you are not into the interracial genre move on now please.

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Let me take a moment to describe myself. I am a blue-eyed brunette, 5’4″ in height and about 120 pounds 34c-24-34. I would say I am pretty but not gorgeous, though my husband says otherwise. My breasts are firm and stand proud on their own without the aid of a bra. My well-rounded hips form my rear into what my husband likes to call his apple bottom. When I walk in heels, my ass sways in a way that my husband says is hypnotic.

This is the story of where I am now, after finding him, and after having that thug spew his first load of seed into me, lying on his musky bed and disappointed at not achieving a climax. Yet.

I laid there on the thug’s bed; I was frustrated that I had not been able to reach that mind-blowing orgasm I had when he first raped me. What was so different? The fucking he just gave me was just as good.

I could hear him rummaging in the other room before going into the bathroom to relieve him self. He had yanked my hair, which hurt, but he was not as rough this time. Could that be the reason? He forcibly took me the first time, molesting my breasts and neck; the hickies having almost faded now, but not entirely. I unbuttoned the lone hold of my baby doll, praying he would get the hint to be a little rougher. After all, showing up at his door in just this and a raincoat, a rough fuck was what I really wanted.

I heard him flush and exit the bathroom and head for the kitchen for the beers. When I heard him returning I turned my head to the left, so he’d hopefully see his fading hickey in the dim light.

I looked to see him walking into the bedroom and let out a small groan; his semi-flaccid cock swung heavily between his impressively muscled thighs. He walked over to the side of the bed where my head was hanging, dangling inches in front of my face. He tapped my arm with my beer. When I leaned up on my elbow and took the beer, my baby doll opened up and bared my creamy left breast.

I tilted my head back to take a sip; my thug fondled my breast with the roughness I craved. After a big swig, I placed my beer on the night stand and leaned over and kissed the object of all my dark desires. I opened my mouth and captured the glossy head between my lips and tasted his cum and mine.

My captor’s hand dropped from my tit to rub my flat belly, “So whitebread, what yo needs to tell me?”

I thought I had made that perfectly clear, what with showing up nearly naked and letting him have his way with me, “Wh..what do you mean?” I looked up at him as I took a break from sucking his black shaft, before I suckled on his cock head again.

“Yo’ show here after a month, sayin’ we need to talk. Ho get herself knocked up?” That smug grin spread over his face as he kept rubbing my belly.

I got a little annoyed, “Why? Why would you ask that?”

“Las’ time yo were here, you ask’n me to wear a condom. Today, you ain’t needin’ one. An’ I ain’t shootin’ blanks, whitebread.”

“You lucked out last time. I had my period,” I would suck his cock between answers, feeling it growing in my mouth every time I went back.

“When you finish dat?”

I took his cock from my mouth, getting a little more annoyed with his strange questions. I answered as quickly as I could, “About 10 days ago,” then sucked his black baby maker back up.

“Ho, yo’s tryin’ to get a swollen belly?”

I got butterflies in my stomach when he said that, “N-No… I put my diaphragm in before I came looking bursa eskort for you.”

“What you want then?”

I was getting a little frightened with his darkening tone, “I…I told you. I want you to fuck me senseless.”

With that he pushed me off his cock, throwing me back onto the bed with my knees splayed open. He reached up and mauled my breasts with his large ebony hands. It was a little rougher than the first time tonight, and I felt a twinge in my nether regions. I reached out and stroked his snaking shaft to complete hardness. I saw my wedding band glimmering on his black cock as I pulled him toward my love box, moaning. He saw it too.

“Whitebread’s not getting’ the lovin’ she needs,” He said as I stroked his cock head against my little pink pearl.

“Something’s missing since you took me that night,” Aiming his African spear at my opening, he leaned in until the tip of his wide cock entered me. I wailed and my legs jumped to wrap around his waist. My heels spurred his black ass to keep going deeper.

He stopped entering me, “Whitebread been missin’ my black snake, ain’t she?”

I spurred his ass harder trying to get him to move. This was torture, his cock poised at the ready, even parting my moist lips, but he would not move.

“Nooo,” I moaned beneath him.

“What yo’ missing, whitebread?”

I flexed my hips upwards, trying to force him deeper in me but to no avail, “I don’t know, please just fuck me. Please…”

Still not moving, “Yo’ couldn’t stop thinkin’ about me, Why dat, ho?”

I shook with denied pleasure, his black cock so close that its heat burned into my sensitive folds, yet so far away from where I wanted it. Then the truth hit me at that moment, “I… I fell in love with your cock, just like you said I would. But I hate you so much!” He surged forward. My belly fluttered and my pussy clamped around his shaft, but he still was not all the way in like that first night he stole and claimed my panties.

“Dat’s why yo’ didn’t turn me in to the popo, whitebread?” He growled at me.

I spurred him fruitlessly with my dainty heels, trying to get the bastard to just fuck me senseless and stop asking all the questions, “Yesss,” I moaned in frustration.

He pumped me three or four times as I wailed, wanting so much more, “Yo’ couldn’t wait to get yo’ white ass back here, could ya?”

“Nooo,” I gasped just as he stopped talking. Pumping into me now I dug in my heels, not wanting him to ever stop again.

“What kept ya, ho?” He growled.

“My…he wouldn’t let me — oooooh!” I wailed a little louder as he started pummeling me.

“Who’s dat, bitch?” He pried my legs from his waist and forced my knees almost to my chest. His giant paw holding my ankles together. The stretching hurt at first, then started to mix with his delicious roughness.

I didn’t want to tell him it was my husband with his ebony love tool so deep inside me, “P-people, ahhh!” I could feel an orgasm starting to build. He stopped moving.

“I said WHO?” Not moving.

His giant paw mauled my breast, driving me so wild my urge to cum made me tremble, and I couldn’t help but blurt it out, “H-Husband!” I thought he would stop talking when I admitted who and just use me like I wanted. I was so wrong. He moved slower, longer, tenderly – loving almost. It was agonizing.

“Dis’ how the ball and chain give it to ya, ho? Fuck yo’ pussy like some bitch?” He grinned evilly, staring down at my wide-eyed face.

My tears welled up alongside my building orgasm, which now subsided horribly with his all-too-familiar movements, “Y-Yes…” I said, tears starting to run down my cheek.

He kept up the slow steady movements as my tears flowed bursa bayan escort freer, “Does dat white boy hubby know his pretty lil’ wife’s really a black cock slut dat likes it rough?” Emphasizing this, he ran his finger along the fading hickey on the right side of my neck.

“Nooo,” I wailed. This was getting to be absolute torture. My whole abdomen burned hot with anticipation and terrible need. I dug my nails into the dirty mattress.

“Dat’s why yo’ here, whitebread,” he said, starting to move faster, “To have dis bare black cock beatin’ up yo’ white married pussy.”

I became dizzy, not knowing where this was going and not getting what I needed. I turned my head sideways before answering, defeated, “Yesss! Fuck me, please!”

He stopped talking finally and started giving me what I wanted. No – Needed. Letting my ankles go, my legs fell to his sides onto the firm musky mattress. His head dropped and he started sucking on my neck like he did before. This set me off. My hips bucked to meet his thrusts, my clit rubbing into his rough pubic hairs. My stomach fluttered and tensed as my orgasm built again.

Then his lips left my neck and went straight to my left breast, to mark me anew as his. His cock hammered to the end of my honey pot, causing my wails to increase in volume. My legs found his waist again and spurred him on. Over his sweat-sheened back I saw the white of my shoes with the red soles contrasting so strongly with his oily black complexion. It was enough to set me off right there.

“Ooooh shit — Oh shit! I’m cuuuuuming!” My vagina started convulsing uncontrollably, wildly, trying with all its might to milk the venom from his thick black snake.

My thug was not even near done; he drove on even harder as my orgasmic contractions eased up. Having left his dark mark on my breast, he let go and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. My tongue responded in kind and wrestled fiercely with his like it never had with my husband. My arms decided to join the party, wrapping around and holding his head to deepen the kiss.

I had to break for a breath as my second orgasm of the night washed over my body. Cinching my legs, arching my back, I thrust my spasming hips up to him, “FUCK ME! I’M CUMMMMING!!”

My orgasm set his off. Staying put, he spewed his hot semen deep into me. I started coming down from my orgasm. I could feel every pulse as his cannon spewed his African essence into my receptive tunnel of love.

He lay atop me for several minutes until his cock shrunk to its long, flaccid state. Not moving right away I noticed his soft cock still felt impressive inside me. Having just received the fucking I needed, I wanted to remain under him until his impressive impregnating weapon grew hard inside me again.

But I was disappointed when he rolled off, making a squelching noise as he pulled out. Rolling onto his back, his arm went over his eyes as he groaned aloud, still coming down himself. I lay there breathing heavily, feeling satisfied for the first time in a month, my arms falling back, and my legs lying lewdly open

I don’t know how long it was before I fell asleep. All I knew was that I was possessed by this thug – mind, body, and soul. What ever it took after this week, I would definitely be coming back.

I had awoken, or was woken up, four more times during the night for unbridled, all explosive, non-stop fucking. My vagina was so full of his semen, so thick it clung to the insides of my tight channel and hardly any leaked out. I was so glad I remembered my diaphragm; I had been so flustered before I came out looking for him.

I was awoken at nine the next morning, feeling my thug pushing his black-breeding bursa ucuz escort weapon into me again. Before I opened my eyes I could feel him holding himself up with his massive arms. He cut off my yawn and stretch by making me wail as he bottomed out. Opening my eyes, I literally pushed up and wrapped my arms around his head and gave him a deep passionate tongue-dueling kiss. He broke the kiss after a minute, “See yo’ up, whitebread.”

He started his assault on my honey pot as I wailed, “Yesss! Why do you call me that?” moaning louder.

“Cause that what yo’ is,” driving harder into me now. My pussy squelched with his seed, old and new.

“What does it m-mean? Ohhhhh!” I thrashed harder under him, feeling the start of another mind-shattering orgasm.

He was grunting louder now as his cock twitched predictably inside me, “Jus’ slang for white ho.”

It didn’t take long till my orgasm hit. My tunnel contracted uncontrollably and he spewed his lava hot sperm into me with several powerful eruptions. When he was done he rolled off me quickly, “Wait here, ho.”

Where did he think I was going? I was here for his pleasure as well as my own until Friday, I thought with a guilty smile. With that thought I rubbed the black man’s cum oozing from me back into my white pussy.

I heard the front door open, “Whitebread ho’s here, needin’ her close-up,” was all I heard. I covered myself with the comforter in a hurry as he walked in with someone.

I sat there with my mouth agape, “Get up, whitebread,” he ordered.

“I….I can’t. I’m almost naked,” I stammered out.

“Ho’s gettin’ her picture,” He said, pointing to his wall covered with dozens of other women he’d bagged, “One picture and he be gone.”

He stepped over to the bed and pulled the comforter from my surprised grasp. Leaning against the wall he pulled my head into his lap shamefully. I turned my head into his stomach, “No bein’ shy, ho.” He grabbed the top of my head and turned me to face his growing erection. His friend was pointing a cell phone camera at us, “Get to work, whitebread. I know yo’ know what ta do.”

I did not know what he wanted until his great ebony hand grabbed his erection and slapped my lips with it. I opened my mouth to complain and that was my mistake. His cock thrust into my mouth and I heard a click. His friend closed the phone and tossed it back to my smirking thug.

Even after that embarrassing moment I was ready for round eight with this black bastard. I started taking what I could of his growing erection, bobbing up and down. But he stopped me before I could take any more.

“No time for that, ho, I gots business today.”

I started whining, “But you can have me until Friday…”

“Why Friday, whitebread?”

“Tha..that’s when my husband comes home.” Again, I just blurted it out, this time though from just tasting his cock.

“First things first, yo’ come here, yo’ gots to play by the rules.”

“Wha… what are the rules?” I asked, a part of me dreading the answer.

“Today’s rule is: when I’m done wit yo’ and say ‘get gone’, yo’ get gone.”

“Can I come back later though?” almost begging.

“If yo’ want to. Can’t say I be home though.”

He got off the bed and I followed. He stopped at the dresser as I walked by and out to the living room. I retrieved my rain coat and slipped it on over my now very-messy baby doll outfit.

“Whitebread,” the thug called from his room’s doorway, “Yo’ remember the rule from las’ night?” he asked, twirling my red satin panties on his finger.

“Yes: Ho’s don’t wear underwear here.”

“Good ho, now get gone,” I started to the door and as I opened it, “Oh ho, one las’ thing I almost forgot,” He walked over to the door and shuffled me out before telling me the third rule with his evil grin.

“Rule Three: White ho’s ain’t allowed to use birth control,” my jaw dropped as he slammed the door behind me.

I turned to walk away mumbling, “I still hate you.”

To be continued…

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Horsing Around: Donna’s Awakening Pt. 01

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CHAPTER 1

The hot sun felt so good on her bare skin, the bikini she chose allowing the exposure of parts of her body that were usually covered from sight.

She was 18 now, a young woman, a young woman with very mature features. Her breasts, already fully-developed, were on display as if she was proud of their development. She walked with a certain cockiness, knowing she could steal men’s stares and take control of their hearts, not to mention other parts of their anatomy.

Her legs were her best feature, especially her well-rounded thighs that were already perfectly tanned as a result of weeks of laying out in the sun.

This day in the sun, however, was far different than the others. Donna, the 18-year-old virgin who had never even seen a naked man let alone pleasure him, was at a clothing-optional beach for the first time.

Her 26-year-old cousin, Jamie, begged she keep her company at this resort for the afternoon. It was called South Beach, but it might as well have been called Donna’s awakening.

She and Jamie, a blonde-haired, blue eyed beauty with sexual wisdom she was trying to pass onto her young relative, walked along the sand in their brand-new bikinis. Jamie did this sort of thing every weekend. Donna was very much new to it. They picked a spot near the water to relax and lie down. Donna’s feat curled in the sand out of nervousness, looking around and seeing the naked back side of so many men.

But it was when these men turned around that Donna was most aroused.

The male penis was something the 18-year-old brunette was studying in great detail on this day. Almost as if she was studying for a test, Donna checked out the package of every male on the sand with intense focus. She didn’t just look, she stared. She viewed the male genitals as three parts – the head of the penis, the shaft of the penis, and the sack underneath the penis.

She saw some men had larger heads than others, others longer shafts. She was very disappointed when seeing some that looked like two-inch long stubs, but delighted when she caught a glimpse of a respectable erection.

“What do you think?” Jamie asked her cousin, who had been speechless for the past half hour while the women relaxed in the brightening sun.

“I love it,” Donna responded. “It’s neat how we can see their things.”

“Their things?” Jamie asked laughingly. “What is that kind of talk? Donna, if you are going to hang out with me you are going to have to develop more of a vocabulary.”

“Well, what do you mean?” asked the innocent one.

“I mean you have to learn the slang terms for the penis, and also the testicles,” Jamie explained.

“Oh, you mean those cute little things hanging underneath their things, the ones that jiggle when they walk by us?” Donna asked.

“There you go again with that word – things,” Jamie said. “Come on, name some terms for the penis. I know you know some.” Donna definitely did know some. She just never used those words. It was like a book of information in her brain she never bothered to access, terms she had heard from television, from school and even at home from her older sisters that she didn’t dare speak.

“Well, okay,” Donna said. “How about dick?”

“Very good,” Jamie said. “And some more?”

Jamie had asked for it. She didn’t know the plethora of information that was about to pour forth from Donna’s usually innocent mouth. She had all of this sexual energy pent up, and wanted to let it go free.

“Cock, prick, pecker, schlong and dong,” said Donna, almost forming a poem-like answer for Jamie.

“I’m impressed,” Jamie said. Donna, not satisfied, gave even more responses.

“And I know a guy’s testicles are called his balls, or nuts, or the whole thing can be called a nut sack,” she said, getting to use these terms for the first time. “And when a guy gets hard, that’s called a boner, or a woodie, or a hard-on.” Jamie was speechless now, rather surprised with Donna’s input.

“Very good,” she said to her younger cousin, who rolled her hand through her long brown hair, which hung to the top of her shoulders and blew through the soft breeze in a sexy fashion. Donna loved to tease the guys at her school, loved to show off her sexy legs by altering her uniform skirt into a mini one. Her catholic-school education had landed her an academic scholarship to a top college, but this weekend was about attaining a different type of knowledge.

“What’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen?” Donna asked Jamie.

“Oh, probably only about five or six inches,” she responded. “My current boyfriend, who doesn’t know I am here of course, is about six.” Donna was disappointed to hear such modest measurements.

“Well, how big can they get?” asked Donna. “Can” was the key word Donna used in that question, a word that left a wide-open range of possibility. Neither Jamie nor Donna knew for sure the limit of the growth of the male penis, a fact that made this trip to South Beach even more enticing. Like bursa escort a pair of fisherman, they never knew just when they would reel in the big one.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure they can get quite big,” Jamie said in a general sense. With that, Donna started to lay farther back on her towel, wanting to take a quick nap in order to rest up for the party Jamie was throwing at her house that evening.

Chapter 2

About an hour into her nap, Donna awakened to the touch of a gentleman caller.

“Miss,” the voice said. “Some dollar bills blew off your towel. I thought I would return them to you.” The man handed the barely-awake Donna the money she had mistakenly left uncovered, and speeking of uncovered Donna noticed this man was nude. He was squatting in front of her in a way that covered his genitals – the side of his right leg facing the 18-year-old brunette, blocking her curious view of his crotch.

“Oh, thanks,” she said, accepting the money and putting it into her small purse.

“What’s your name?” the stranger asked.

“Donna,” she replied calmly, beginning to notice the man speeking to her was not bad to look at – he had a strong upper body with well-defined muscles and bright blue eyes that went perfectly with his light blonde hair.

“Mine’s Derek,” he said to her. “You’re very beautiful.” Donna knew she was beautiful, but enjoyed hearing it from a hot guy.

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re pretty handsome yourself.” The two were on the verge of a conversation when Jamie awoke from her nap, and reached out her hand to shake that of the visitor.

“My name is Jamie,” she said, also delighted by the company of the muscular gentleman. Derek was a bit too far away to reach Jamie’s hand, and although he could remain kneeling he needed to swing his right leg over and expose his front side to the women. Donna anticipated this, and when Derek altered his position, she lost her cool. Letting out a very audible gasp, Donna was shocked to see that Derek’s penis hung down so far it almost touched the sand. On his knees, his penis appeared bigger than had he been standing, appearing almost like a third leg that hung loosely from his crotch.

“Oh, sorry if he startled you,” Derek said playfully of his dick, as Donna would call it.

“Most women are kind of shocked when they see it for the first time.”

“I don’t think I would ever get used to seeing something that big,” said Donna, now very much wide awake. It was something that had to have spawned from Donna’ sexual imagination. This couldn’t be real. How could a man have one so big? It looked like something that would appear on a donkey or a bull, maybe even on an elephant, Donna thought to herself.

“You from around here?” asked Derek, trying to make small talk. Small talk was the furthest thing from Donna’s mind right now. She had much bigger thinks to think about, specifically Derek’s penis. To tease her, he squatted directly toward her, the head of his remarkable phallus now hanging to the blanket the two young women had laid down on the beach. Derek enjoyed the sight of Donna’s eyes staring right at his crotch – even when she spoke to him her focus was not altered. She was not making eye contact at all.

“Donna, for God’s sake try to be polite,” said Jamie laughingly. “Stop staring at the man’s dick. Although, Derek, I wouldn’t mind having a better look.” Derek obliged, and turned to face Jamie, his huge penis swinging up over his right thigh and onto to his leg. Derek then shoved it off his leg and let it dangle back down toward the earth.

“Now I know why you were staring,” Jamie said to Donna, who now was noticing how fat it was, its girth nearly the size of her delicate wrist. The head on it was almost obscene – the size of a small tomatoe. Donna wondered how it could ever penetrate a female without ripping her in the process. She even doubted its authenticity.

“This isn’t some kind of joke, is it?” asked the young one. “I mean, that’s not a fake or anything is it?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” replied Derek. Now, Donna had gotten herself in trouble. She was a bit nervous with the thought of touching a man’s penis, let alone touching it with dozens of people walking by her in bright sunlight. Her right hand started to extend, and she looked both ways cautiously as if she were at a stop light.

She wanted to make sure no one was coming.

Her fingers softly touched his giant cock, and once having made contact she slowly gripped it and encircled the shaft with her tiny hands. It felt awfully soft, almost like silk, its massive state not yet hardened by her touch. She let go, and gave her aproval to Derek and Jamie.

“It’s real,” Donna said. “The thing is real.” Derek then sat in between the two women, giving each of them an equally broad view of his dick.

“Why do you ladies have all your clothes on still?” Derek asked.

“Because we want to,” Donna snapped back at him. Derek liked a girl that made guys bursa escort bayan earn the right to see her flesh.

Donna, on the other hand, enjoyed the empowering feeling of being clothed while Derek, on the other hand, was naked. An amusing image formed in her mind of Derek trying to fit his humongous package into a tight swim suit.

“Could you even wear a bathing suit if you wanted to? I mean, because of that?” asked Donna, pointing to Derek’s crotch.

“I think I’m a lot more comfortable this way,” he replied.

Chapter 3

Donna wanted to be with Derek in private, to spend more time staring at his privates, and asked Derek if he wanted to take a walk with her along the water. He agreed with no hesitation, and Jamie, although happy Donna had met somebody, was disappointed she had not met such a well-endowed individual.

Donna took Derek by the hand and started walking with him toward the water. She noticed how with each step, Derek’s dick swung back and forth the way a pendulum would, back and forth, back and forth. It sure is a heavy hunk of meat, Donna thought to herself. Could he put it on a scale and weigh it?

“Um,” she stammered. “Were you always that big? Like at what age did you kind of notice you were a lot bigger than most guys?” The two stopped and faced each other, the ocean water just about meeting their feet.

“Well,” Derek said. “Let me put it this way. When I played little league, I didn’t have to worry about wearing a cup because my dick was so big it covered up my balls.” Normally, Donna would be offended by such obscene language, but with this guy, she would let it slide. She even laughed at his response.

“Well, now the obvious question,” said Donna, not the only woman on the beach to be staring at Derek’s manhood. “How big is it?”

“Never actually measured it,” Derek replied. He’s so full of shit, Donna thought to herself. All guys measured their dicks. They took pride in it. This guy probably started measuring his when he was nine, she thought to herself. It was probably huge then. How could he not measure it? The thing hung almost halfway to his knees, for crying out loud. You would think he would know every measurement of it – from length to width to weight.

“Oh,” she replied. “Just curious.” Donna started to wonder what it would look like in its erect state. All of the erections she had seen on the beach that day – Donna counted four in all – were pointed straight upward because the dicks were of normal size. But Derek’s dick? How could it stand upright if he got a boner?, she thought to herself. Where would he get all the blood from to fill it up?

“So do you do come to this beach often?” Donna asked, for once actually looking into his eyes and not at his crotch.

“Almost every day,” he said. “I just have a thing for showing off what I have. I think I’m probably going to be a male stripper – I mean, I could make a lot of money and it’s really easy.”

“Dude, I don’t think you could wear one of those G-strings,” she said. “The bulge would be the size of a grapefruit.” Derek laughed at the spirited conversation he was having with this youngster.

“How old are you?” she asked him.

“I’m 21. Just graduated from college back home,” he said. “I’m here on vacation. You?”

“Eighteen,” she said. “Leaving for college in the fall. Was thinking about joining like a sorority or something.”

“Great idea,” he said. “I was in a frat up at school. Good time.”

It was getting awfully hot, so the two returned to the blanket to re-join Jamie, the three of them resting in what was now a secluded spot on the beach. Most of the people had vacated the area to go to a volleyball game being played a half mile down the sand. The three of them had more room to themselves.

“Can you rub lotion on me, Derek?” asked Donna, who winked at Jamie as if to say it was time to tease their gentleman caller.

“Sure,” he said.

“First, my feet,” she requested. Donna had the tiniest, cutest feet a girl could have, each nail manicured to the most distinct detail, her ankles meeting the base of the foot at the most perfect, natural angle. Derek then began to rub the creamy white substance into her soft calves, then her knees, and then her upper legs. Only inches from getting to touch her gorgeous, perfectly-well rounded thighs, Donna waved him off, and said “that’s enough.” Derek could not hold it any longer. He needed an excuse to pleasure himself right there, right then. He had never known such a young woman with such powerful teasing skills as this Donna, who had gotten a chance to not only look at, but touch, Derek’s massive, horse-like dick and he could not even touch for a second, her thighs.

“I have to put lotion on,” he said, grabbing the bottle from Donna in an almost rude fashion. He squirted out a big blob, almost a foreshadowing of what eruption of fluid would soon take place, and applied it to his soft penis.

“What the bursa merkez escort hell are you doing?” Donna said, although she started to get very hot in places uncharted by any of her previous boyfriends.

“I’m just putting on lotion,” he said. But Derek was not just applying sun-tan lotion to a part of the body not normally exposed to the summer sun. He was masturbating, and masturbating feverishly. Donna began to notice how each time his hand moved up and down, it had to make a longer trip – his dick was growing, and growing to proportions Donna never thought possible.

“Holy shit,” said Jamie, who had earlier whispered to Donna that even she had not seen a dick as big as Derek’s, ever.

“Derek, stop that,” Donna said, who had no real intentions of wanting this horse-hung man to cease jacking his giant prick. His dick had grown to a state where it pointed up and out from his body at a wide angle, the head of it bright purple and his balls slapping against his crotch. Donna was staring at his balls, and could not believe the distinct shape of them outlined in his sack – the looked like two huge grapes, maybe even plums. Derek kept stroking his dick, its mighty structure pointed right at Donna’s pretty little feet. And then he stopped, and when he let go of his fully-aroused member it flung back toward his body and smacked against his belly with a resounding thwack. Donna giggled for a moment at the noise his giant dick had created.

“You like it now? Is this what you wanted to see?” asked Derek, jutting out his midsection so his cock would hover over Donna’s legs.

“Oh my God,” Donna said.

“Stop it, Derek, seriously,” said Donna, now rubbing her foot against Derek’s cheek. “You really shouldn’t do that on the beach, stroking your big dork in public like this. You should really put that thing away.”

God was this girl a tease, Derek thought to himself. He went back to work on his cock, but this time he did not last long. There were six shots in all, almost like a round of gunfire, six shots, six thick ropes of come that blasted from Derek’s rediculously-oversized penis and onto Donna’s uncovered legs.

The first one reached her thighs, and she promptly rubbed it into them to tease Derek even more. His dick hovered for about a minute, almost unsure of whether to stay hard or shrink down to its enormous flaccid state. Ten minutes passed, and his dick finally hung down along his leg again. No words were spoken after he came. Just a note was written by Donna and handed to Derek as the two women walked off. Derek opened the folded paper to see an address, Jamie’s address.

Chapter 4

The two women were preparing for the party, and Jamie let her young visitor know there would be nudity involved.

“CFNM? What is CFNM?” the inexperienced brunette said with the innocence of a cuddly kitten.

“Clothed female naked male,” Jamie explained. “It is an opportunity for women to view the naked male body. Just like we did at the beach today. Only here we make it mandatory, not optional, that women keep their clothes on. That way, the girls are free to stare at the naked guys all they want and not have to worry about guys staring at them.” Donna’s heart raced and she felt week in the knees, very sexy knees you could say. Everything on Donna seemed to be sexy, even something as generic as a knee. But she didn’t want to let Jamie know just how excited she was.

“You mean we can stare at their dicks?” Donna asked very calmly. Donna couldn’t believe her own ears. She was saying the word dick so freely nowadays. It had become a standard in her vocabulary, used even more frequent than the word “it”, or “the.” She especially liked that term dick, more than any other term for the male penis. She admired its bluntness, its one-syllable directness. Dick. It sounded so degrading to call a man’s penis his dick, but Donna enjoyed that, enjoyed making a man feel degraded in order to control him, making his private parts not so private. They were on display and open for discussion.

“Of course you can stare at their dicks, Donna,” Jamie said. “Later we will play a lot of games too.” Donna began to rub lotion on her already-tanned thighs, the ones that poor Derek could not keep his eyes off of, the ones that made his mammoth penis grow to its awesome potential in Donna’s presence. While Donna was rubbing lotion on her award-winning legs, she remarked to Jamie “Oh, games are always good, especially marco polo.” Jamie burst out laughing. Donna asked her what was so funny, but Jamie said nothing. In her own mind, she found it so funny that Donna thought they would be playing kiddy games like Marco Polo.

Oh, they would be playing games, but not the ones Donna had grown used to. Donna wanted Derek to be there, and wanted to again stare for endless hours at his remarkable organ and watch it stab the air with its vigourous jerks. But she did not want Jamie to know how much lust she had for Derek, because then Jamie might have Donna do something like remove her top for Derek’s pleasure, which is something the 18-year-old virgin wasn’t ready to do just yet. But she had to know if Derek was invited.

“Is that Derek going to be here?” Donna asked. Jamie saw this as an opportunity to tease her young friend, and seized the opportunity.

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Everyone is always talking about African women’s bottoms, and what masterpieces they are. Well, as an Arab woman with a nice derriere, I secretly resent that. Women from my ethnicity are wonderfully curvaceous, and lag behind no one when it comes to gluteus maximus, but that’s a closely guarded secret. We’re forced to hide our tremendous assets from the male gaze due to the rules of Islamic modesty. My name is Rabia Al-Sharif and I’m a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I’m here to set the record straight about that, and modern Arab female sexuality, among other things.

I’m five-foot-nine, curvy and lovely, with dark bronze skin, long curly black hair and golden brown eyes. Typically I wear brightly colored T-shirts and skin-tight jeans or short skirts that showcase my sexy legs and heart-shaped behind when I leave the house. Got to look classy but sexy, that’s my motto when it comes to clothes in general. I recently obtained my motorcycle licence and I’m an avid rider. I purchased a bright crimson Ducati motorcycle.

No matter where one hails from, there will always be stereotypes that one cannot escape. Take my friend and roommate Amelia Rodriguez for example. We met during my first week at the University of Ottawa and I was surprised at how much Latin Americans resemble us Arabs. I thought Amelia was Lebanese until she told me that she was of Brazilian and Nigerian descent, born and raised in the environs of Manaus, somewhere in Brazil. What a shocker.

“You look so Arab it’s not even funny,” I told Amelia, who hesitated, then laughed. Relief washed over me, for I thought I might have inadvertently offended her. Shrugging casually, Amelia shook her head. “In Ottawa I get that a lot but I am actually mixed Brazilian,” she replied. Damn, I didn’t even know the gal had black in her but Amelia assured me that most people in Brazil had some African blood in their lineage somewhere, mixed with Native American and European, of course.

“Wow, an authentic Brazilian woman, in the flesh,” I said, shaking my head while looking Amelia over, quietly amazed. I expected her to be wild and lively since that’s what I heard about Brazilians, but Amelia turned out to be quite shy and rather quiet, the way my parents sometimes wish I were. I’ve always been a handful, a far cry from the serene, pious and obedient Muslim gal they raised me to be.

When you think of a Saudi Arabian woman, I bet you’re thinking of the stereotype of the shy, repressed woman wearing the burka, fearing the dictatorship of the males of her family, and constantly lamenting her lot in life as a citizen of the world’s most conservative nation. I bet you’re not thinking of me, the rebel who shuns the burka and the hijab, and likes to race on the 417 Highway, heedless of the danger from oncoming traffic or the speeding tickets gleefully handed to me by grim-faced RCMP officers. I like to live on the edge, what can I say?

A lot of people in this world take life for granted, and don’t appreciate what they have until it’s gone. I am not such a person. I was born in the City of Safwa, eastern Saudi Arabia. My parents, Bahir and Tahirah Al-Sharif were part of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia’s Shiite minority. If you know anything about Islam, then you’ll know that being a Shiite Muslim in a mostly Sunni country, especially one as religious as Saudi Arabia, isn’t exactly good for one’s health. My father was an active critic of the Saudi royal family’s excesses, and firmly believed that the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia was headed in the wrong direction.

To Shiite Muslims, the prophet Mohammed, founder of Islam, isn’t the Seal of the Prophets but the predecessor of a coming figure called the Mahdi. We believe that the Mahdi will unite the Islamic world, defeat the forces of evil and lead us to total conquest of the entire world. To Sunni Muslims, that’s sacrilege and they’ve been persecuting us Shiites for centuries. Very few Muslim countries have majority Shiite populations, Iran being one prime example. What does that have to do with my family?

Well, my father was a devoted follower of a controversial Shiite preacher named Suleiman Akbar, who thought himself the Mahdi. They fell on the List, that insidious list of people whom the Saudi royal authorities consider to be troublemakers. Suleiman Akbar was assassinated, and his followers rounded up and either imprisoned or executed. As for my father, he fled with my mother and I to Canada. That magical place that so many refugees flock to every year. I was only four at the time. The year was 1996. We’ve been living in Ontario, Canada, ever since.

Adjusting to Canada after a lifetime in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia wasn’t easy for my parents. Hardship and constant disputes drove them apart. Eventually, they got divorced. I was in the ninth grade at the time. I know this sounds cold but divorce is the best thing that could have happened to them. Some people simply weren’t meant to stay together. In the Islamic world, we have marriages of convenience for the most part.

Dad now drives a cab for Capital Taxi and spends much of his escort bayan free time in the By Ward Market, either drinking in bars or bedding prostitutes. As for my mother, she lives in Gatineau, with a middle-aged Yemeni guy named Rafiq. I don’t know if he’s her friend, roommate or lover, or all three. And to be honest, I don’t give a damn. I love my parents and I respect them but they’ve got their lives to live, and I’ve got mine. At the end of the day, only Allah can judge any of us.

Two sundays ago, I went to Mansion, a night club in downtown Ottawa, with Amelia by my side. It was her twentieth birthday and I didn’t want her to spend it alone in her room at our apartment in Sandy Hill. “You need to stop living like an old lady and start having fun,” I told Amelia, grabbing her by the arm as took her outside. “We’ll see,” Amelia said, in that shy yet mysterious way of hers, clearly unaware of how sexy she looked in a low-cut red dress. We hopped on my motorcycle and headed to Rideau Street.

While shaking my ass on the Mansion dance floor, I saw a vision of masculine beauty. Tall, dark and handsome, clad in a light purple silk shirt and black silk pants. One fine and strongly built brother, whom all the girls in the club couldn’t help noticing. “Check out this cutie,” I told Amelia, pointing her in the chocolate prince’s direction. “He’s fine alright,” Amelia remarked, and smiled. I was already moving toward my target. I smiled at him flirtatiously, noted the quiet confidence he exuded, and decided I wanted this fish for myself.

I cockily went to the bar, and ‘accidentally’ bumped into Mr. Sexy, and apologized profusely for my clumsiness. “It’s alright ma’am,” he said, and I noted his distinct accent. The dude was clearly not from Ottawa. He didn’t sound like the continental African immigrants I ran into from time to time in the clubs either. “Where are you from?” I asked, looking into his handsome face. Mr. Sexy flashed me a movie star smile. “Born and raised in Buffalo, New York, ma’am,” he said proudly.

I licked my lips. “Welcome to Ottawa I’m Rabia, originally from Saudi Arabia,” I said, and offered him my sleek, well-manicured hand to shake. Mr. Sexy shook my hand. Dude had a firm grip. Not crushing, just firm enough. “I’m Tyrese Montrose,” he said, and flashed that smile again. He offered me a drink, and I happily accepted. “So what brings a man from Buffalo to Ottawa?” I asked Tyrese, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“A fresh start as far as school and work and a desire to get away from family drama,” Tyrese said, a haunted look on his face. His eyes met mine, and all the coyness I felt inside drained from me. I knew where I had seen such a look before, a look of raw, elemental pain. “I can totally relate,” I said grimly, smiling sadly at Tyrese. Slowly he nodded. “Next drink’s on me,” I said, downing my cup’s contents in one gulp and not caring that it was unladylike.

Out of the corner of my eyes I noticed Amelia talking to a short-haired, tattooed, downright masculine woman clad in dark leather. So that’s why Miss Brazil never seemed interested in guys, I thought wickedly. I looked at Tyrese, and smiled. “Let’s dance,” he said, and I happily accepted. Moments later, Tyrese and I hit the dance floor. The guy was smooth and graceful, and I felt good in his arms. “You’re a good dancer,” Tyrese whispered into my ear. I looked at him and smiled. “You got no idea,” I said suggestively, licking my full red lips for emphasis.

I honestly don’t remember how I ended up in Tyrese’s bed, but I’m glad I got there. As it turns out, the American stud from Buffalo, New York, lives in an apartment building on King Edward Street, within walking distance of Mansion night club. Once we got to his place, Tyrese and I had some fun. I hadn’t been with a man since my former lover, Jean Abdullah, a Lebanese Christian guy, asked me to move in with him and I ditched him to keep my independence.

“You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known,” I told Tyrese as he laid me on his king-sized bed, and gazed lustfully at my naked body. After taking off my dress, and tossing aside bra and panties, I stretched luxuriously on Tyrese’s bright blue and red, “Superman”-themed bed sheets, and spread my legs wide open, exposing my hairy cunt. “I’ve always wondered what you Arab women were like,” Tyrese said, as he kissed my left foot then began sucking on my toes.

“We’re wild and freaky like any other women don’t let the hijabs and burkas fool you,” I told Tyrese, licking my lips. Grinning, Tyrese kissed a path from my toes to my inner thigh, and finally brought his mouth to my cunt lips. He suck his tongue inside me, and I shuddered with pleasure as Tyrese began fingering and licking my cunt. “You taste wonderful,” Tyrese said, pausing to look at me before he resumed pleasing me orally. “Love a man who goes downtown,” I said, gently rubbing my breasts together.

Tyrese licked and fingered my pussy for a long time, his mouth exploring my mound’s innermost walls, and leaving me panting weakly as I called out his name. “Fuck yeah lick my awrah,” bursa vip escort I squealed, and Tyrese licked me up, flicking his tongue over my clit while thrusting two fingers inside my pussy. Dude definitely took me to the edge, leaving me quivering with pleasure, and I absolutely loved it. Once I recovered, I was quite eager to return the favor.

“Your turn sexy man,” I said, grabbing Tyrese’s dick and balls and pulling him towards me. “Slow down sexy lady,” he said, grinning. I got on my knees before the chocolate stud and took his erect dick in my hand, holding it at eye level for a good look.

I never go down on a guy without first inspecting his, ahem, hardware. Would you buy a car or even rent one without first inspecting it? I think not. Tyrese was well-endowed, not ridiculously so, but a good size. I also noticed that he was uncircumcised. Wow, two firsts in one night. My first American and my first uncut man. Tyrese isn’t my first black guy, though. That honor belongs to an Ethiopian guy named Abraham whom I knew in high school. “Yummy,” I said, and took Tyrese’s dick into my mouth.

Tyrese lay on the bed, looking totally calm, cool and collected as I fellated him. “Just like that sweetie,” he murmured, gently running his big hands through my hair as I went down on him. I sucked him real good, licking the length of his shaft and going further down, licking his balls and even lifting them so I could lick underneath them. I like the way a man’s balls smell and taste. I don’t know why. “Like that?” I paused to ask Tyrese, noticing that his breath was coming out slowly.

“Hell yeah babe,” Tyrese said, and I resumed what I was doing. I sucked his dick and pumped my hand up and down his shaft until he came, and man did he shout loudly as he reached the magic moment. “Oh shit that’s it right there,” Tyrese moaned, and in a moment of inspired wickedness, I shoved my middle finger up his ass as he came. Dude shot his load all over the place. Got a bit on my face, but I didn’t mind. I just don’t like sperm in my eyes. It, um, stings. Happily I licked Tyrese’s cum, tasting the fruit of my labor. “Totally yummy,” I noted, and licked up every last drop.

“Damn that was awesome,” Tyrese said, laughing and caressing me. His hands went from my face to my breasts, and finally settled on my ass. “Like my big Saudi booty?” I grinned, looking into Tyrese’s eyes. “Yes ma’am,” he said, all proper and everything. “Don’t just touch it when you could fuck it,” I teased, and Tyrese grinned broadly as he reached for the condoms on his nightstand. I helped him roll a Magnum on his thick member. Then I straddled him. “Show me what you got American,” I whispered into Tyrese’s ear. Grinning, Tyrese smacked my ass and pressed his hard dick against my cunt. I lowered myself until I impaled my wet, eager pussy on his cock. “Hell yeah,” I said, resting my hands on Tyrese’s broad shoulders as I began riding him.

Not sure for how long Tyrese and I went at it but it was truly one for the ages. At some point I ended up on all fours, face down and ass up, as Tyrese took me on his bedroom floor. “Just like that big man,” I yelped as Tyrese grabbed my hair and smacked my big butt while slamming his dick into my cunt from behind. “Damn you got a tight pussy,” Tyrese remarked. I smiled, inwardly thankful for my pussy-tightening exercises. I’m not a size queen but what woman doesn’t prefer to go for Mr. Big when she can?

When all was said and done, Tyrese and I came at least three times, and I woke up in his bed, lying in a sea of dried sweat and my own juices. Oh, and his, as well. Things weren’t awkward, though. Tyrese was polite and friendly, and let me shower before I left. “What if I want to see you again?” Tyrese asked, as I came out of the shower, wrapped in one of his blue towels. I considered that. Lots of guys out there are exploring their sexuality, and hooking up with random women just for fun. Hell, some guys are hooking up with both men AND women for fun. I’m only into guys but who says a young woman can’t have her casual fun?

“Tyrese you’re sexy and smart but I’m not looking for a relationship right now,” I said as politely as I could. What is it about us Saudi women that drives men absolutely nuts? Tyrese has All-American man-about-town written all over him. I’m certain he’s brought tons of women back to his place for some casual fun. Surely he didn’t get attached to any of them? “I’m starting in the MBA program at Carleton University this September. I just transferred from Canisius College and I don’t know anybody in this town own,” Tyrese said, licking his full, sensual lips.

Tyrese looked so sweet saying these things that he made my heart skip a beat. All the more reason for me to get the fuck out of his nicely decorated two-bedroom apartment. “Cute guy like you will be a hit with all the girls on campus,” I said, and unhurriedly got dressed right in front of Tyrese. I grabbed my purse, and walked up to him. “Can I get your number?” Tyrese asked.

I smiled at him and licked my lips suggestively, and watched bursa elit escort Tyrese’s handsome beam with hope. Then I crushed it. “I’ll take yours,” I said smugly, looking him up and down. “It’s like that Miss Saudi?” Tyrese said, smiling as I stood inches from him. Dude was disappointed and trying to play it cool. Got to admire his persistence. I leaned over and kissed Tyrese. Just a quick peck on the lips. “It’s like that Mr. America,” I said, smiling, then took the card he offered me and headed for the door.

When I got home, I certainly had a story to share with Amelia, but my favorite little biracial Brazilian wasn’t alone. I spotted a tall, tattooed chick walking out of the kitchen. “Who the fuck are you?” I asked. The gal eyed me coolly. “I’m Spike, who are you?” she said. That’s when Amelia came out of the washroom, a smug look on her face. “Morning Rabia,” she said, wrapping her arms around Spike, who kissed her. “What a world,” I said, smiling. Amelia smiled at me and shrugged. “It’s about time Miss Brazil here got laid,” I said, nodding to Spike.

I went to my room, grabbed my school books and headed to my eleven o’clock Business Accounting class at the University of Ottawa. “Always knew Amelia was a dyke,” I said to myself as I caught the bus from the Rideau Shopping Center and rode it to campus. Seriously, seeing Amelia with Spike totally surprised me. I suspected that my erstwhile roommate might be lesbian or bisexual but never had any proof. Doesn’t bother me either way, you understand? I just wondered about her, that’s all.

Little did I know that Spike wasn’t a one-night stand for Amelia. Apparently, lesbians operate differently from us straight people. Three weeks after they met, Rhiannon “Spike” Spelman, the tattooed butch lesbian biker from hell and Amelia Rodriguez, decided to move in. And since I had no lease and stayed at the Sandy Hill apartment on a month-to-month basis, the two dykes basically forced me out. Oh yeah, they gave me an ultimatum. I had a week to move out. “You’re both a pair of backstabbing bitches,” I said to Rhiannon and Amelia as I stormed out.

I needed a place to stay, and trust me, even though Ottawa isn’t that big a city, rent is expensive up here. I go to school full-time and work at the nearby Loblaw’s as a cashier on weekends and holidays. Rent at my soon-to-be old place was six hundred a month plus utilities, and I could barely afford it when Amelia and I split everything. I looked on Kijiji for places on my price range, and couldn’t find any. With the threat of homelessness looming over my head, I didn’t know what to do.

I finally called Tyrese Montrose because I ran out of ideas. I asked him if he knew anyone who was looking for a roommate. I usually preferred female roommates but if the choice came down to sharing an apartment with a guy and being homeless, guess which one I’d pick? “It so happens I put an ad on Kijiji a week ago because I’m subletting the spare room in my place,” Tyrese said. I went silent for a moment. “If it’s available I want it,” I said, biting my lip. “Come by and take a look,” Tyrese replied, and I laughed, promising him he wouldn’t regret it.

I swear, when I went to Tyrese’s place, I was only looking for the spare room. When he came to the front door wearing only a pair of shorts, still sweaty from his early afternoon workout, I, um, lost control. How we ended up on his living room floor, fucking like jackrabbits, without a damn condom, I’ll never know. “That was fun,” Tyrese said, as I rested my head on his chest, my pussy still pleasurably sore from the merciless pounding he’d just given me.

“We’re going to get along famously,” I said, smiling at him. Tyrese nodded. “You got the room,” he said with a grin. Now, I know what this looks like. It certainly looks like I used my womanly wiles to get my way with Tyrese, and basically trick him into letting me have the room. It’s cheap, too, only four hundred a month. Rent usually goes for twice that anywhere near downtown Ottawa. All the Soho-style condos being built are forcing small-time landlords to hike up their fees. That’s life in Ottawa, Ontario, for you. Come to think of it, that’s life everywhere. It kicks you in the teeth, like betrayal from a trusted friend.

“I never would have imagined my shy and innocent roommate Amelia capable of such treachery,” I told Tyrese one night, when he came home from the nearby Goodlife Fitness gym and found me sitting in the living room, pensive. “We’ve all trusted someone who betrayed us,” Tyrese said, gently laying his hand on mine. I looked at him. “I should have seen it coming,” I said, shaking my head. I looked past Tyrese, and thought of my tumultuous life.

I remembered my parents and I living in a tiny apartment in Vanier, because we couldn’t afford anything better. I remember my parents arguing about money, and religion, and culture. My father found Canadian culture downright infuriating, and my mother’s eagerness to embrace Western ways, like driving and getting a job (although she still wore hijab outside the house ) well, that seemed like a betrayal to him. The Canadian government refused to acknowledge my father’s academic credentials from the prestigious King Faisal University, and as a result, he lost hope. He resigned himself to a life as a cab driver, hating the west, hating my mother and I, and above all else, hating himself.

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I had finished school and found myself living in my hometown. I met a nice guy and we ended up moving in together. We were planning on getting married and starting a family together eventually, but for now we both agreed we would focus on our respective careers so we could save up some money.

I had grown up much since my younger days, I mean emotionally, but also physically. I was twenty-five and well on my way to becoming my mother’s twin. I kept my hair blonde, ditched the contacts (so my eyes were always green), I was five feet tall like her, and weighed about one-hundred and twenty pounds. Like I found during university most of my weight gained went to the good places.

I was still rather thin in the waist, but by this time I had a full on ‘ghetto booty’. Even though I had received nothing but compliments on my appearance from almost everyone I met, I was still very self conscious. I guess the issues I had with how I looked stemmed from the weight gain. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a ‘fat-cow’ starring back at me.

I shared how I felt with my man and he was very concerned. He made sure to remind me how pretty I looked several times a day. He would surprise me with trips to the spa and the beauty salon. He knew how much I loved to be pampered.

Things went on like this for awhile but I never fully cheered up. Sure I was made momentarily happy by his words/actions but my good moods never lasted. My boyfriend wanted me to be happy, and searched for new ways to do so.

My chest was fairly big, I had a C cup. This might not sound impressive to everyone, but take a second to imagine how a C cup might look on a five foot body.

Even still my boyfriend asked me if I would feel more confident having an upgrade. Of course I would. I mean what girl wouldn’t want bigger boobs? It’s like asking a guy if he wouldn’t mind having a bigger dick.

I agreed with him, he told me money was no object so I began to search for the best doctor I could find. I had seen girls in porn before that had terrible boob jobs. If I had received a bad job it would totally send my confidence in reverse.

I found a doctor I liked and had the surgery. I upgraded my chest to a massive DD. It hurt for a bit but after I had healed they looked great, my boyfriend certainly thought so.

My boyfriend decided we should celebrate my new knockers. We decided to throw a party. I wanted to make up a fake reason for having the party to our friends, as I did not want to make it weird.

I had to buy an all new wardrobe, I was now of course much larger. My man gifted me a new outfit that I could wear at the party. It was a sexy green number he purchased to match my eyes. The top was very tight and showed just enough of my cleavage to tease, but not make me look slutty.

The night began, many guests arrived, and we were all standing around the kitchen talking to each other. My boyfriend told me in advance he would handle the invitations. He had attended university in my town. Ironically, even though I grew up there, he had many more friends who lived there than I did.

I was having such a good time I didn’t notice for awhile. I looked around the room and saw there was a disproportionate number of men to women. In fact everyone I saw was a man. So I took a longer look, yup I was right. I guess their dates were on the way or something.

During the evening random men would approach me to tell me how pretty I looked. This was very flattering. As more and more of them would talk to me I started noticing a trend: I did not know any of them. This is not shocking because I did let my boyfriend invite his friends, but surely I would have seen someone I knew by now.

Whatever I didn’t care I was pleased with the attention I was receiving, and when I had a break from the flattery I would find company with my drink.

Eventually I moved into our living room so I could lounge in more comfort. A few people joined me including my boyfriend, but this room was much smaller and did not fit many bursa escort bayan comfortably.

I was sitting on my man’s lap, he was in his favourite chair. He whispered to me:

“So babe are you ready for the main event?”

I looked at him curiously, “What do you mean honey?”

“Here let me show you.” He stood me up and led me to the basement.

Our basement was a comfortable one, a large carpeted space with a TV and many places to sit. The lights in the room were off making everything pitch black. I could not see anything and allowed him to lead me. He stopped and sat me down on a chair.

I heard some shuffling as I sat there in the darkness but I knew my boyfriend was near. He was such a great guy and made me feel so safe. I knew when he was around nothing bad would happen to me.

Suddenly the lights came on. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and so I could not see much in this brightness. As my pupils began to adjust I noticed I was not alone. Standing around me were many men. I did not recognize them, they must have been friends of my boyfriend. He was also there as I thought he was, so I was not at all worried, just confused.

“I’m sure you are wondering what you are doing here?” He said. “These men are here to help you get comfortable with your new ‘assets’.” He went on. “I’m being a little selfish here and I apologize, but it would really benefit me if you could use those things.”

He was pointing at my chest. “If at anytime you feel uncomfortable just say so and I will stop this.” He reassured me. “I am going to get you out of that dress now.”

Just to clarify the first comment he made. We pretty much shared everything, but in an attempt to not have him think less of me I never told him about my slutty past. I enjoyed situations like these previously, but as far as he was aware I was a newbie to things like this. A girl surrounded by many horny men for the first time would understandably be very nervous.

My man approached me and peeled down my top. I remained clothed from the waist down, but my new tits were now completely bare in front of these strangers. With my boyfriend included there were probably ten guys in the room with me.

“Sarah, honey, the boys and I want to show you how great we think you look, is that OK?” My boyfriend asked.

I knew exactly what was about to happen, but knowing he thought of me as innocent, I made sure my positive response came in my most hesitant tone.

“Great!” He said.

The men all began to undress, my man supervised. I sat there topless with wide eyes at the nine hard cocks in front of me.

“Now there are some rules for you to follow if you’re up for it?” My boyfriend told me. “First you are not allowed to undress anymore than you already are and second if you finish my friends you must let them finish on your new tits.”

I agreed to his rules, my boyfriend was a boob guy, and before my augmentation loved to fuck my tits. I assume he would love to now even more. He was right to expect I would not have the same comfort level with these new ones right away.

“So who wants to go first?” My man asked the crowd.

A man stepped up and presented ‘himself’ to me. Like all the guys in the room, who weren’t my man, I did not know this one at all. He was pretty average looking. I guess the only quality of his that mattered to me was his hygiene. If he had smelt gross or looked dirty pleasing him wouldn’t have been very enjoyable.

His manhood was fairly average in size, but compared to my new breasts he looked puny.

Without a word I wrapped my tits around his pole and began to massage him with them. I bounced them up and down as much as I could, but his length really didn’t give me much to work with. I also used my hand on him, but he seemed to definitely prefer being between my tits.

When he was about to blow, I unwrapped my tits from his cock, and began to stroke him. I jerked him hard and he emptied on my chest. After he was done my boyfriend handed bursa anal yapan escort me a towel to clean myself up.

My next couple experiences were pretty similar, the fourth guy however was my first ‘large’ cock of the night.

The length of this guy was enough to let him pop out of my cleavage while he was wrapped between my breasts. I was able to lick and suck at his head while he fucked my tits. As I’ve admitted in my other stories I love sucking cock, I quite enjoyed playing with this man. He also blew on my chest. I grabbed for my towel only to realize that it was fully caked, rubbing it on me now would only make me messier.

“Do we have another?” I asked my boyfriend.

He turned and entered the bathroom we had in the basement. He returned and handed me a fluffy clean towel. I cleaned myself off with it and thanked both men. My boyfriend for restocking my towel supply and the big poled man for giving me a huge load!

I worked on the other cocks with my tits, they were nothing special in my opinion. However I still gave each my all. They did reward me in the end, but not with much. I didn’t even need a fresh towel again.

My final cock was very different than the others. I mean my boyfriend was yet to go at me tonight. This wasn’t the only man in the room, but the only naked one! I wasn’t just planning on making my man into a husband because he was such a nice guy, the 9th guy had a good ten inches too! I had seen ones like this a million times before, but pretended to be shocked by his size.

“God this is the biggest one I’ve ever seen.” I proclaimed as I stared up at him.

Not only was this guy majorly hung, but he was also black. I instantly remembered my younger days and how great my only other BBC was. I couldn’t help but get wet in anticipation of my second.

“I can’t wait to fuck those big white titties.” The man said.

Oh my, it spoke. I mean none of the other guys even spoke to me. The man reached out and took my hand, he kissed the back of my palm and introduced himself as Dave. What a nice guy, and what a great cock!

I had plenty of practice thanks to my boyfriends love of oral and went straight at this beast with my mouth. Yes I had the new tits, and he did want to sample them, but screw him I wanted to taste that. I did give into him a bit and wrapped my boobs around his meat, but 90% of the time his dick was down my throat.

As I was nice and practised (thanks again to my man) I was easily able to deep throat him despite his massive girth. I smoothly slid him in and out of my throat as my boyfriend starred in awe at my skills. I was an excellent cock sucker and he knew it, but nonetheless every time he acted like my abilities were a surprise. He was lucky to have this mouth on a nightly basis and he knew it.

“Honey, is it OK with you if I bend the rules a bit, just for this last one.” I asked him as I caught my breath.

“Sure, but how so?” He asked me.

It was only us three in the room by now.

“Well I’ve been a good girl and took care of all your friends.” I reminded him. “…And I was wondering, if you would be OK…if…Dave took care of me?”

I could not believe I asked my boyfriend this, but I was so wet from sucking. I was a little surprised by my words, but what came out of my boyfriends mouth next absolutely floored me.

“I was hoping you’d feel this way too, that’s why Dave agreed to wait till the end.” He said.

My scheming boyfriend planned this all along! He wanted to see me with this BBC, I mean he knew I would like it too, but obviously he wanted to watch it happen.

Dave stood me up and removed the rest of my clothing. My pussy was absolutely sopping with anticipation. It had left a dark spot on my chair and was now working on a patch of carpet.

Dave tilted my head up (like everyone else it seemed, he was way taller than me), he gave me a deep kiss. His thick lips munched on mine as his tongue shot down my throat.

I bursa rus escort melted with this kiss right into his awaiting hands. His fingers waited for me at my crotch as I fell on to him. As if I needed to be any warmer, the gentleman readied me with his hand. It was more of a tease tactic on his part I guess. He and I both knew I couldn’t wait for that big cock of his and he loved keeping it from me.

After countless orgasms, and kisses (some of mine came merely from the touch of this beautiful man’s lips) he finally let me have some dick.

He lay my back down on a nearby table and spread my legs. He positioned himself between them and rested my ankles on his shoulders.

Like me he was completely nude, he stroked his big meat rubbing it on my hole. I couldn’t wait, but ever the tease he stayed stroking it there for a while, making my mind go crazy wondering when he would finally dive in.

When he did I came HARD at his first entrance. My man seemed to enjoy my pleasure so much.

“More!” My man shouted at Dave. He couldn’t contain himself.

“Yo I know it’s your pussy, but still don’t tell me how to fuck it.” Dave reminded my man.

“Yea babe he is doing an excellent job on his own.” I purred.

With that my man sat down and shut up. He just starred at the huge black cock of his friend slamming into his busty blonde girlfriend,

Dave to my pleasure, picked up the pace. He pushed in and out of my pussy with tremendous force. I seriously thought I might split in two.

As much as my man loved oral I loved to get fucked and he obliged me on a regular basis. All the dick I took from him I guess removed any discomfort from Dave going so hard at me. Thanks again honey!

Dave lasted so freaking long I began to wonder if he was indeed human? Many orgasms later, he removed his member. I felt so empty without it and grabbed him to try to put it back in. He just pushed away my hands away though, he was much stronger than me.

“Flip over, get on your tummy.” He told me.

I did as instructed and poked my ass out at him.

“She got a phat ass to go along with those huge titties. I’m going to enjoy tearing this up.” Dave said smiling at the gift my man had given him.

I felt his huge member rub on my pussy again.

“Yes! Let me have it again!” I screamed.

“Remember what I said to your guy?” He went on, “That goes double for you, I don’t need a little white girl telling me how to fuck.” He told me.

“Sorry sir.” I apologized.

After scolding me he did do what I asked! He just wanted me to know he was in charge, but we wanted to same things so it didn’t really matter.

“Yes!” I screamed over and over making sure to leave out the “Fuck me harder”s. He ploughed my little pussy from behind, he was no longer the polite man I met earlier. He pushed my face down into the table with so much force I almost bit my tongue.

Even with my face squashed I still managed to yell my affirmatives, although they became more of a muffled moan.

Dave then pulled out his cock, a huge gush of juices from my pussy followed. He started to stroke himself rubbing his fat head on my ass.

“The best part!” My man finally spoke.

I wanted Dave’s dick back in me, but I knew I was being selfish, it was his turn. I just stayed there, it’s not like I had a choice though, Dave had a hand in my back holding me down.

“Here I come!” He part screamed/moaned/whatever other sound.

It felt like it was raining, but we were inside, and it was warm droplets. I guess the only similarity was the quantity. He fired at least ten ropes onto my ass before he was done.

When he was finished moaning he gave my butt a spank. I wiggled it back at him and peered over my shoulder.

“Thanks.” I said to Dave. I looked at my man “…And thanks to you too!”

The next morning I was standing in our kitchen drinking a cup of coffee when my boyfriend entered the room.

“Well someone is looking much more cherry.” He said.

“Babe thank you so much, my ego really needed that boast.” I replied.

We sat at the kitchen table and had breakfast together, we both smiled at each other the whole time. I had a feeling I’d be wearing that smile for quite a while.

I knew if my glow ever ceased I could ask my man to call Dave again!

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Jeff and Mark went out to Club 21 one Friday night and met me there. I am 51 year’s old, married, 5′ 3″, blond, only on the top though, 36c-27-37,I love oral sex and I do swallow and yes, I am a whore and I love it,, Jeff is my son, he is 31 and Mark is my nephew, he is 35. They were a little tipsy, but then so was I. They seen me and came over to my table, I was alone so I enjoyed their company, after a few more beer’s, Jeff scooted over next to me, Mark was at the bar, talking to some friend’s, Jeff looked into my eye’s and ask me if he could tell me something personal.

I told him to go ahead and not to be shy, so he told me that he thought I had beautiful tits that he would love to play with and suck on and that he had been fantasying about fucking me for some time now and his greatest fantasy was to fuck me and that he did want to fuck me in real life! I was very surprised, but he just kept looking into my eyes. I started to get a little excited, even though I knew it was wrong. I told Jeff not to be embarrassed and not to worry about it, that I thought that was natural, that every son at one time or another, fantasized about wanting to fuck their Mother. Jeff told me that there was something else and I ask him what it was and he told me that Mark and him had been talking earlier and Mark had told him that he would love to Fuck his Aunt Janet one time.

Jeff just smiled and told me thanks, that he was glad to get it off his chest. After another beer or two, I was getting horny and the thought of Jeff’s cock in my pussy and Fucking my son was making me wet. I looked at Jeff and ask did he want to leave and go to my house for a beer or two. He looked at me kind of funny, but said ok. We started to leave and I told him to ask Mark if he wanted to cum too. He ask Mark and they came over to me and said they were ready, so I told them to follow me home. When we got to my house, I got us a beer and we just talked for a few minute’s, when I got very horny, so I got up and went into the bedroom and hollered to Jeff and Mark and ask them if they would cum in her and give me a hand.

When Mark and Jeff came in, I was just standing there and they ask me what I needed, so I told them I needed help getting my cloth’s off and my pajama’s on. Jeff started unbuttoning my blouse and Mark’s hands went to my slacks. Jeff took my blouse off and His eye’s got wide and görükle escort I knew his cock was getting hard. I had to ask him if he were going to take my bra off and he reached behind me and unclasped the hook’s, he let it linger there a second and finally took my bra off, my 36c tit’s popped out before him and he just stood there staring at my tit’s.

Mark had removed my slacks by then and hooked his thumb’s in my panties and took them off. There I stood in front of my Nephew and Son, completely naked! I knew that both their cocks would be very hard by then. Mark stood up and I could see the bulge in his pants and I could feel Jeff’s hard on pressing against my ass through his jeans. There was no stopping now. I pulled Jeff around to my side and ask them if they were going to leave their cloth’s on or did they want to fulfill their fantasies. I have never seen anyone get naked as fast as Mark and Jeff! I stood between their naked bodies, reached down and took each of their cocks in my hands and Jeff and Mark both shuddered.

I slowly started stroking both their cock’s, when Mark reached down and started massaging my pussy, he slipped 2 fingers in my pussy and started finger fucking me, it was wonderful. Jeff leaned over and was sucking on my tits, alternating from one to the other. My nipple’s were harder than I every remembered and it felt so good. My Son sucking my tits and my Nephew Finger Fucking me. I could hardly stand, I was so excited and horny. I whispered to them that we should get on the bed. I got on the bed and laid on my back, Jeff and Mark just stood and were looking at me as if this were only a dream. It was the first time I actually got to see their cocks and I was surprised.

Mark’s cock was at least 9 inch’s and Jeff’s was almost that big. I wanted one in my pussy, so I told one of them to come and get on. Mark moved first and as he got on the bed, I reached out, took his cock in my hand and started stroking it, I knew it would go right in my cunt, I was so wet with my juice’s from being so horny and Mark Finger Fucking me, I put his cock against my wet pussy lip’s and Mark slammed into my cunt with one lunge. It felt so good that as it went all the way in, I had my first orgasm. Mark was like an animal, pounding my pussy, with every thrust, his ball’s slapping against my ass, but I didn’t want him to slow down. görükle escort bayan

I screamed “Fuck me Mark, just Fuck me, Fuck my pussy, Fuck me, fill my pussy with your cock Mark, please, Mark, Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck your Aunt Janet Good, Give Me That Cock, Fuck Me Mark” and Mark did. I felt another orgasm building, I raised my legs and Mark kept slamming his cock into my pussy, every thrust I met with one of my own. My orgasm starting, I wrapped my legs around Mark’s back as I shuddered and shook from the orgasm wracking me. With one big thrust, I heard Mark scream, “here I cum Aunt Janet, I’m going to fill your pussy with cum” and I felt the first spurt’s hitting my pussy wall’s. Mark kept Cumming and Cumming.

His cum started running out of my pussy. Finally, Mark shot his last squirt of cum in my pussy and as soon as he was soft, he got off and Jeff got on. Jeff didn’t waste any time as he sunk his cock into my pussy and vigorously started fucking me. I was in ecstasy. My Nephew’s cum leaking out of my pussy while my Son was fucking me, filling my pussy with his cock. Jeff didn’t last long, in less than a minute, I felt him starting to cum. Once his cock was soft, he got off and laid next to me and told me that I was so good and he knew he was fucking his Mom, he couldn’t help it. I told him not to worry about it, that this would be the first of many times to cum that we would Fuck. I lay in the middle of Jeff and Mark and I wanted more, so I reached down and took their cocks and started stroking them. Mark was hard already and I could feel Jeff’s cock starting to get hard again.

Without a word, I slid down the bed, I started kissing and licking the length of Mark’s cock, then leaned over and kissed the head of Jeff’s cock, which was very hard again. I took Jeff’s cock in my mouth and he lunged up suddenly and my mouth was full of my Son’s Cock. I started to gently suck it, my head bobbing up and down on Jeff’s very hard cock and my tits were swaying. I looked up at Jeff and his eyes were closed and he was raising his hips up and down, literally fucking my mouth. I closed my eyes and slowly began giving my Son a blowjob. Mark got up and moved around me, grabbing my hips and raising my ass up. Suddenly, I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. Mark drove his 9 inch’s of cock all the way into my escort görükle cunt and started fucking me again.

My Nephew’s cock filling my cunt, my mouth filled with my Son’s cock! I hardly had to move at all, with Mark’s fucking me. Every time he buried his cock in my cunt, his forward motion causing me to move forward, my mouth taking in Jeff’s cock. There we were, My Nephew’s cock filling my pussy, my tit’s swaying, my mouth filled with my Son’s cock. Suddenly, with just a tiny twitch, I felt Jeff’s cum squirting into my mouth, I had never let anyone cum in my mouth before, but I couldn’t take my mouth off my Son’s cock, He filled my mouth with cum and I had no choice but to swallow. I was very surprised at how sweet and delicious Jeff’s cum tasted and suddenly, I couldn’t swallow enough of Jeff’s cum. It tasted so good! I kept sucking until I was sure I had sucked every last drop out of Jeff’s cock and swallowed it. Just as Jeff’s cock went soft, Mark let out a yell and he started Cumming, filling my pussy with another load of fresh, creamy cum. I couldn’t move.

Another orgasm wracking me. Shaking and shuddering, I let loose and my juice’s were running down Mark’s cock onto his ball’s, soaking them. Mark finally stopped cumin and his cock went soft and plopped out of my pussy. As soon as my orgasm subsided, I moved around, Mark had fell onto the bed on his back, and I started cleaning off his Cock and ball’s with my tongue. Mark’s cock quivered and before long, was a full 9 inch’s again! I licked the entire length of Mark’s 9 inch cock, cleaning up his and my juices, savoring every drop. As I reached the head of Mark’s cock, I slipped my mouth over it and started sucking it. I could only take 7 inch’s of Mark’s cock in my mouth and it was a wonderful 7 inch’s, but I knew that Mark was really enjoying it. His Aunt sucking his cock.

Then I felt Jeff’s cock at my pussy and he rammed it all into my cunt. I was in bliss again. Sucking my Nephew off while my Son was fucking me! We all came at the same time and I swallowed every drop of Mark’s delicious cum while Jeff filled my pussy to overflowing with his cum. I had never been fucked as well as I had ever been from My Son and Nephew. No other Fuck had ever come close! As we laid their, exhausted, I told them that anytime they got the urge, to cum over and we would cure it. Which they did from that night, on a regular basis. I am content fucking my Son and Nephew now and I hardly ever go out anymore. After a while, they both started bringing friend’s over and I would fuck them too! I get all the Fucking I want right at home. And, whenever I get horny, anyone of them is just a call away.

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