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I’m live in the Midwest and wonder how I got into this situation again. I met a local businessman named Paul online, right from the beginning we hit it off. We seemed to enjoy the same things and really had fun chatting, it no time we became fast friends. One thing led to the other and I was couch looking directly at the object of my desire.

Here is my story.

Paul and Matt live in the same town; they met online and chatted a few times. Both initially went online in hopes of meeting someone with similar interests who would enjoy a physical relationship. Over the last year neither had any luck until they found each other.

They had things in common, they’re both married and about the same age. Both are college educated, and in business locally. They really hit it off and both men looked forward to their evening chats.

They seemed to be a good match!

Paul sent his picture to Matt online hoping that it would catch Matt’s interest; it did! When Matt looked at the picture he was shocked how young and handsome Paul looked. Paul was 55 years old but he looked 45.

Matt learned as they chatted that Paul was a runner and soccer player most of his life. He had runners’ legs and a flat stomach and a large chest. Matt wondered if it was really Paul’s photo, it seemed too good to be true. Time would tell!

After he sent his photo to Matt, Paul knew that they would need to meet if this relationship would continue. If they just continued to chat online the friendship would grow stale. Paul suggested to Matt that they meet for coffee at a local place in town. Paul could feel his knees shake when he suggested the meeting he was a nervous wreck.

Matt was also nervous but desperately wanted to meet Paul. His chats with Paul were so exciting whether they discussed sports, women, or sex.

“It’s silly to be nervous, we have chatted for a long time, it’s not a blind date,” Matt said to himself. Because of the nature of their confidential chats with Paul, he knew that they had what each other desired.

Matt decided to take the chance and meet for coffee, if Paul didn’t look like his photo he could always leave, but if he did look like his photo…..WOW!

Matt was so nervous about meeting Paul, when he arrived he could feel his heart start to beat a bit faster.

“Steady pal, don’t be nervous,” Matt said to himself as he walked in the door. As he wiped a bit of perspiration from his forehead he wondered if Paul would be there or if this was just another “no show”.

He saw Paul as soon as he walked in the door. “Paul came early”, he thought and that delighted him, “I wonder, does Paul always comes early”? That’s it boy keep your sense of humor!

Paul waved Matt over to his table and off he went with his heart beating out of control. As they shook hands each seemed to be pleasantly surprised with the other. Matt now felt that all would be fine.

Paul studied Matt walking across the room and rize escort said to himself, “Jackpot”. Matt was what he wanted, he was a clean-cut businessman and he looked good!

Paul said, “I’m glad that we are finally meeting face to face, I was so nervous about this meeting”

“Me too”, said Matt. “ I was very nervous until right now”. Paul had a firm handshake and large hands, Matt secretly hoped that he was large everywhere!

“You look just like the photo that you sent to me online,” Matt said.

“That’s because it was a picture of me silly” Paul joked.

“I’m delighted to meet you in person, I think we seem to be a good match”, Matt gushed.

“I’m delighted also, “said Paul. “Now if I can get you to live up to the promises that you made when we chatted” he said with a wink.

This comment made Matt’s face blush and his blood boil, he was terribly hot for Paul and wanted get him alone.

Paul studied Matt’s features as he spoke with him. Matt looked too good to be true, and most of all he had a nice mouth and lovely lips, that was important.

Matt was not submissive but he wanted to please Paul orally, which would please him at the same time. Nothing made him happier than to have a nice juicy member in his mouth with the time to really enjoy sucking it. Paul on the other hand wanted to have Matt suck his cock and all that came with it, but Paul made it clear that he did not plan to reciprocate. They were a great match.

“Perfect just perfect, I can suck his cock without being bothered by someone wanting to suck me.” Matt thought when they had chatted online.

Paul thought, “He wants to suck my cock and all I need to do is enjoy it, this is great”!

When they finished their coffee Paul suggested that they have desert at his house.

The plan was made!

Matt followed Paul to his home; Paul’s wife was away visiting her mother for a few days.

The front of the home looked like one that you would find on a Christmas card by Currier and Ives. The house was red brick with a large white front door that had a seasonal wreath nicely placed on the front.

As the walked in the front door Paul asked Matt to wait and make himself comfortable while he changed clothes. Matt felt very comfortable here; it was a beautiful home and a very bright family room. The room had a large walk in hearth, and a baby grand piano.

Matt was looking around when Paul came back in wearing boxers and a T-Shirt.

“God he looked good,” Matt thought as he saw Paul coming across the room. Paul had legs that were meant for boxer shorts. Matt was devouring him with his eyes, he wondered if Paul noticed.

“I’m still a little nervous,” Matt told him. Paul just smiled lifted his new friends hand and put it on his ass.

“Relax, we’re just friends and we have the house to ourselves. I don’t bite but I hope you do” Paul said with a smile.

”I feel like a kid at Christmas about to open his best present”, said Matt.

Paul smiled and said, “it seems that we’re both getting sakarya escort a present today” as he walked closer to the couch where Matt was sitting.

Paul took Matt’s head and gently pulled it against his boxers. Paul loved this little bit of dominance. He arched his back and pushed his hips toward Matt’s face so he would be able to feel the thickness of his new play toy. He loved that Matt never once tried to pull his head away, “I’ve got him”, Paul thought.

Matt felt his face rub over Paul’s member, and he loved it. He put his hands on the back of Paul’s thighs and rubbed them slowly up and down as his cheeks rubbed his friends endowment. “Quite a lump”, Matt thought it felt dreamy.

He thought to himself, “how hot is this, I can feel his cock but can’t see it yet”. Talk about suspense, Matt was dying to move along.

“You feel wonderful Matt told him, your member feels so warm even through these boxers”.

“It will get hotter for you in just a few minutes” Paul said.

Paul stepped back and with one leg at a time he stepped out of his boxers first followed by his T-shirt. He was naked and reached for Matt’s hand.

Paul slowly sat back into his chair.

“I want you to suck my cock nice and slowly, just like we discussed” Paul said.

Paul sat in his chair and slouched back with his open legs sprawled out in front of him, his heels were embedded in the carpet for support. This was favorite position because it allowed his friend full access to his cock while Paul could rest and enjoy the pleasure. His wife had done this for him when they were engaged but marriage changed that.

“I hope you don’t mind but I love to have my cock sucked while I sit” he said. “I’ll get a great view of you swallowing my cock.” Paul said with a smile.

Sitting down also allowed him to stretch his arms and hands down and hold the other persons head while they sucked his cock. He could “help” Matt to find the sensitive spots on his cock’s shaft by lightly guiding his head to his hot spots.

His wife used to let him hold her head, but that also changed, she said it was demeaning to her. She said that if she had to suck his cock it would be done her way. Unfortunately for Paul he loved this little bit of control and now it was lost with his wife.

Today though he would hold Matt’s head until he shot his load deep into his mouth. He wondered how Matt would look with his cock in his throat and a load in his mouth?

Paul reached down with both hands and surrounded his package using his thumbs and index fingers to lift and wave his manhood at Matt. His cock head was bouncing slightly and his shaft was more soft than hard.

Matt loved the look of this cock staring right back at him; his eyes were locked on Paul’s waving member. Paul’s thick cock was the object of Matt’s desire, it make his mouth water and his nostrils flare.

His member had a hypnotic effect on Matt; it beckoned him to suck it. Seeing this beautiful cock in front of him set Matt on fire, he could feel his body samsun escort heat up and his own package grow.

“Suck my cock for me, “ Paul said. “I haven’t had a blow job in a month and I’m hoping that you are as anxious as I am to have my cock in your mouth”

As Paul spoke Matt nervously licked his lips, this did not go unnoticed by Paul, he was recognized how anxious Matt was.

Matt answered by kneeling down in front of Paul’s member. As he took just the head of his wonderful cock between his lips he closed his eyes and moaned.

He kept sucking just the head of Paul’s cock, loving the smell and taste; Matt felt that he could do this all night. Paul’s cock head was full and soft, almost spongy, it reminded Matt of a plum but not quite so large.

Paul sat back in the chair and looked in astonishment at Matt. He never had someone just suck his cock head and use their tongue like that. He felt Matt’s tongue lightly tease and encircle his head and running back to his glans. It was as if his tongue was coaxing his liquid out of him.

“I going to cum to soon,” Paul thought.

Paul put his hand behind Matt’s head and easily pulled him closer to his cock.

“Open up Matt, I want all of my cock in your mouth while it’s still soft”.

“Me too, ” Matt said.

He opened his mouth and let the beautiful cock slide all the way in. Paul’s thick cock seemed to be sliding into his mouth in slow motion. It felt so natural to have his member deep in his mouth, dancing on the flat of his tongue.

Matt looked up and their eyes locked. Paul had on a face of total contentment and pleasure. He watched as Paul closed his eyes for a moment and opened his mouth to let a genuine sigh escape from his lips.

Paul spoke,” Please keep it all in your mouth and just nurse on it for a while, just nurse on it.”

Matt could feel my cheeks hollow as he nursed his shaft, Matt was about to shoot in his pants. He reached down and unzipped his pants to release his member, he was rock hard and ready to explode.

“MMMMM” was all he could say, this was so wonderful to feel Paul’s fat member pulsating in his mouth while he stroked his own cock.

Paul was starting to tingle all over; he could feel his body beginning to perspire. Every nerve in his body was pointed toward his shaft; he knew that he was ready to explode.

“Please don’t stop tonguing the shaft, keep nursing me I’m ready.” said Paul. “Let me shoot in your mouth,” he said.

Paul held one hand under Matt’s chin, and one behind his head. Paul rocked his hips in rhythm but he would just barely move his cock in and out while he nursed on it.

Matt loved the feeling of rolling his tongue rolling over Paul’s member as he nursed on his leaking shaft. He found that he got the best response by curling his tongue and slowly running it back and forth on the belly of his Paul’s cock shaft.

The second time that Matt did this, Paul exploded.

His pulsating cock squirted and squirted liquid into Matt’s eager mouth. Matt loved the taste enough, but the feel of Paul’s cock pulsating against his tongue made Matt shoot his load.

Matt thought that this was so heavenly; he clearly loved sucking Paul’s cock. Matt realized today that nothing excited him like the feel of someone’s cock pulsating on his tongue, that was heaven.

To be continued.

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Jason’s Journey Pt. 3

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Chapter 1

They exchanged small talk as the truck tooled through town. Ahead, Jason saw the turn that would take them to their home. He felt a stirring in his jeans as their home hove into view.

Although he was home for two weeks after that fantastic night with his mom and aunt, nothing else had happened. If anything, Susan had been more standoffish. She called a halt to their chats in her bedroom. She also began wearing house robes that covered her from neck to ankles.

When he called Aunt Helen to ask her about his mom’s sudden change, she explained it was a mixture of guilt and shame for what had happen. But even she, his other mother, avoided being alone with him.

Jason retrieved his bag from the bed of Adam’s truck. He trudge carefully up the walkway in the light November rain. His father led the way into the house. Jason dropped his bag in the foyer. He looked questioningly at his father. With a tired smile, Adam pointed toward the kitchen.

The aroma of nutmeg, sweet potato pie, cornbread dressing and turkey and ham permeated the air. Susan was in full holiday feast mode. Her back was to her son as he eased up behind her and threw his arms around her waist.

“Happy Thanksgiving, mom!” Jason cried. Something did not feel right.

Susan turned and warmly embraced her son. Tears streamed of joy down her face. Her baby was home!

Jason pushed his mom away and look down at his mother’s distended belly.

“Mom…what…are you… are you pregnant?”

Susan gripped her son’s face with both of her hands and kissed her son wetly on his cheek.

“You ain’t gone blind have you, baby? I’m either pregnant or I have the granddaddy of all gas attacks!”

They shared a brief laugh at her brassy joke.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You had school to worry about! We saw no need to worry you with the goings on here!”

“Well, congratulations!” Jason turned and extended his hand to his father who took it and shook it silently. His father seemed a little sad. There was a hard set to his jaw and he swallowed hard a few times.

“Thank you, son. Why don’t you put away your stuff. There is a game on in a few hours. We can catch up while we watch. Would you mind picking up your aunt? Her husband, Andre was held up by a late plane.”

“Ok, dad, no problem!’ Jason watched his dad move to the basement door and disappear into his man cave.

Turning to his mother, Jason said, “Mom you look amazing! You almost glow!”

Susan walked over to her son. She placed her flour covered hand on his cheek. He eyes were sad as she looked into his eyes.

“You so full of it! And if I am glowing, it’s because my baby is home!”

***

The rain increased as Jason made the short drive to his aunt’s apartment. He mulled over the stunning news of his mother’s pregnancy at 50. Something was nagging at the edge of his awareness. It was like when you can cannot quite remember a name or an address. You know that you know but you cannot quite pull it up.

He guided the truck into a space just outside his aunt apartment. As he stepped out of the truck, he felt the bite of cold on exposed skin. This could turn into a serious rainstorm. He tapped lightly on her kitchen door. He smiled as her heard the wail of his little cousin followed by his aunt’s cooing trying to calm the toddler. He must nearly four months old by now.

He heard the doorknob turn and had a big smile on his face as it opened.

“Jason! How are you, Sweety?” Helena spread her arms wide, preparing to hug her nephew.

“Aunt Helen! How are…?” The words froze in his mouth as he surveyed his aunt. She wore a multicolored muumuu. It hung low in the back but high in the front as it tried to cover her belly.

“Aunt Helen, are you pregnant?” The words stumbled out of Jason’s mouth.

Helen assayed a lop sided grin as she watched her nephew process the information overload he was experiencing.

“Yes, Jason, I am pregnant!” She reached out, took his hand and pulled him inside.

“But so is mom! How…who…I mean…!”

Helen watched as the light went on in Jason’s brain.

“Oh my god, no! You don’t mean…?” His finger pointed at Helen’s round belly. It then folded back and pointed at himself.

“Yes, Jason, it’s your baby!” Helen watched him closely. He was beginning to sway. She pointed at a kitchen chair. “Sit down, Baby! If you pass out, ain’t no way I can pick your big ass up!”

Jason slumped in the chair. The room moved around him as he tried to collect himself.

“But mom is pregnant also!” he said.

Helen slid into the chair next to her nephew. She took his hand in hers and began to stroke it.

“Yes, Susan is pregnant also!”

“Am I…?” He could not finish the sentence. Horror welled in his throat blocking the words.

“Yes, Jason, Susan and I are pregnant and you are the father!” niğde escort

The movement of the room accelerated. Jason felt himself losing consciousness. A sharp crack on his cheek snapped him back.

“We ain’t gona have none of that!” Helen was indignant.

With some difficulty, she reached up in cabinet and got a glass. She moved to the fridge, pushed the glass against the recess lever in the door and filled the glass with ice. She filled the glass with water and walked back to the kitchen table. She sat the ice water in front of Jason. Then she awkwardly slid back into her chair. She watched as he took a deep gulp. When he went to speak, she extended her hand, palm out, fingers spread and up.

“Hold it, she said, let me explain otherwise we might be here all night! Presumably I can skip the birds and bees conversation!” A smiled played across her lips as she raised one eyebrow questioningly.

She had him recall the night they had come home drunk. He nodded. She went on to explain that she had just had her six week checkup and was just starting on the pill.

“But…but mom?”

“Years ago your father had a vasectomy. Susan was on nothing!”

That was the niggling datum the Jason could not drag up. He knew Adam had a vasectomy.

“What did mom tell dad?”

“We lied,” Helen said blithely, “we told him that some guy got us high and took him some pussy! That is pretty close to the truth. He went looking for him but, thank god, he didn’t find him! And for me, I just adjusted the weeks a little and told Andre it was his”

“Why didn’t mom tell me?”

“She figured you would want to do the noble thing and accept responsibly. It is better your father and my husband not know the truth!”

Jason nodded at the ramifications of admitting incest with his aunt and mother.

“Ok, get my bags. I am staying the weekend with y’all! Andre just called. His flight just landed in San Jose and he is on his way.”

Jason scooped up his aunt’s bags and tossed them into the back of the truck. Then he helped his aunt and baby into the truck. The rain was much heavier now with reduced visibility as Jason crept down rain slick roads toward his parents’ house.

At one point, they were stuck at a traffic light. Helen jumped slightly.

“What’s wrong Auntie?”

Helen reached over, grabbed Jason’s hand and placed it on her belly.

“I get a little feeling sometimes, like popcorn popping, I think the baby is starting to move!”

Jason kept his right hand on Helen’s belly. Just as traffic started to move, he felt a sensation under his palm.

“Is that it,” he said excitedly.

Helen smiled and nodded at her nephew. She laid back in the seat, relishing the feel of her baby’s daddy, her nephew’s hand on her belly.

***

By the time Jason guided the F-150 into the driveway of his parent’s home, the rain hit with its full fury. Visibility was no more than a few feet. Jason opened the door of the truck and jumped to the ground. He moved quickly around the front of the truck, opened the door and helped his aunt out of the truck.

Helen clutched her baby tightly as she gingerly eased herself to the ground. Despite the cold driving rain, she felt warmth suffuse her body as Jason’s arm encircled her waist. They carefully negotiated the driveway.

Susan was concerned about her son and her sister. The rain was coming down heavily. She moved to the window facing the driveway, peering through the rain for her husband’s truck. She started as she felt Adam’s arms encircle her waist.

“Don’t worry, Momma, Jason’s a good driver. They will be ok!”

Susan let herself lay back against the strong broad chest of her husband. He was a good man, a good provider. How many men would accept his wife being pregnant by another man? How many men would still show her love and affection after this ultimate betrayal? She let herself cuddle in his strong arms. Dear god, she thought, even this good man would probably not accept his son fathering the child.

“There they are,” Susan cried!

They watched as the truck eased into the driveway. They saw Jason bound from the truck, run around and help Helen from the truck.

“I’ll get the door,” Adam said!

Susan felt a twinge of envy as she watched her son wrap his strong arms around her sister and help her up the driveway. She mentally shook herself, dropping those unhelpful thoughts. They were all in this together. Besides, she thought, I have Adam. A part of her mind was horrified at the implication of that thought. Does that mean that Helen has Jason??

***

Despite the flurry of activities associated with the holiday dinner, Jason managed to get a few minutes alone with his mom.

“Mom, I am so sorry about getting you pregnant!”

He was behind her, his arms wrapped around her ample ass and now matching belly. Susan let her head lay back on her son’s strong chest. She felt warm and protected.

“It’s not your fault, Baby!

“But ordu escort it is! If I hadn’t…!”

Susan clasped her son’s hands, pressing them tighter around her swollen womb.

“But we did! Moreover, we are all adults! Adults accept the responsibility for their actions. I…we…are having a baby! I will love and care for it just as hard as I loved and cared for its father!”

Jason felt his mom’s butt move slowly back and forth against his cock.

“Mom!!”

Susan giggled.

“Sorry Honey! But I just had a flash back to that night! Wowee doggy! That was some serious fucking we did that night!”

“MOM!!”

Susan managed to get her hand between them. She grabbed her son’s cock and gave it a squeeze.

“Now get out of here before an old woman loses control…AGAIN!!”

***

Jason lay nude on the futon in his father’s man cave. He had talked to Belle on the phone. She was spending Thanksgiving with her mother and aunt at her aunt’s farm. Over time, after several trips to visit him on campus, she had explained why she did not talk about her family.

After thirty years of marriage, her mother had left her father. She was living with her sister down by Watsonville. To add insult to injury, she was pregnant. Not only that but she refused to say who the father was. They were estranged for several months. However, as her mom’s time drew near, she was due next month, they reconciled. In fact, she was moving her mom back to Santa Cruz to live with her.

Jason had not mentioned it to her, but he planned to ask her to move in with him. Now he thought about his dad’s joke about the Chinese symbol for confusion, two women under one roof. He sighed heavily. Well, tomorrow he would drive up to Misty Valley to see his house. He shuddered as he realized he had to tell mom and Aunt Helen he was moving into his own place. He was not sure how they would take that!

His dad was sanguine, saying it was time for him to get out on his own. His father had ended their conversation, after they polished off a six pack, by reminding him that nothing was more important than family. “Family trumps all troubles, all people!” Adam said wagging one huge finger in his face.

Aunt Helen, Andre and their baby were using his room. Andre was over the moon with joy. For many years, he and Helen had wanted kids. Now BAM! BAM! They had one and another on the way. With a little help, Jason thought wryly.

He heard footsteps upstairs. The footsteps moved across the kitchen. He heard the door at the top of the stairs open. Slow, heavy steps made their way down the stairs. He turned to his side and raised his head on his elbow. In the dim glow, he could make out his mom’s shape.

“Is everything ok, mom?”

Susan moved over to the futon. She pushed her son’s legs aside and sat down heavily.

“I thought we should talk and this is the only chance we will have for the next few days!”

Susan glanced down and saw the outline of her son’s cock through the sheet. Coming down here was a bad idea. It had all seemed so clear when she was upstairs lying next to her husband, Adam. She would go downstairs and she and her son would have an adult conversation about their situation.

“Ok mom”

However, she realized now that what she really wanted was sex with her son. She flashed back to the pain/pleasure of Jason’s cock in her sex. She felt her pussy getting moist under her caftan.

“It’s important that you don’t let this change your life. Me and your father want you to finish college!”

Jason let one hand rest on his mom’s thigh. He gently stroked it up and down.

“I will, mom. I will need a lucrative career to take care of you and Aunt Helen. I want to be a good father to my children.”

Jason’s hand had pushed Susan’s caftan up. Now his hand was stroking the inside of her thigh, mere inches from the furnace that was his mom’s pussy. He could feel the heat on his fingers.

Susan knew she should stop him. She knew that she had to be the adult, try to maintain some propriety. She grabbed his hand but did not move it from her thigh but held it tightly.

“And…and, Susan moaned, we must…!?

Susan looked down and saw her hand was rubbing her son’s cock through the blanket. She watched in amazement as it grew.

“We must remember that we are mother and son. We must control our …needs!”

Susan slowly pulled the blanket down, exposing her son’s cock. She watched it grow as she slowly stroked it.

“Fuck, mom!”

Jason wilted under his mom’s withering glance.

“Watch your language, young man!”

“Ok, ok, but if we are going to talk you have to stop stroking me!”

Susan looked deep in her son’s eyes. Then her gaze trailed down to her hand encircling his cock. She leaned down, gently kiss the large mushroom head and let her tongue wander over his large slit. Jason gasped, his hips involuntarily thrusting up. With an effort of will, Susan sat up and released Jason’s cock. osmaniye escort

“Even though we have committed the ultimate disrespect of your father, we must not allow ourselves to carry this any further.”

She put a finger to his lips as he sat up to protest.

“No, no, you must listen to me!”

She jumped and her hand went to her belly. She kept it clasped there as the sensation ran through her womb. Realizing what was happening; she grabbed her son’s hand and placed it on her womb.

“That’s our baby! It’s moving for the first time!”

For the second time that day, Jason felt a child of his move in its mother’s womb. His gaze went from the miracle he felt with his hand to his mom’s almost beatific face. He raised up on one elbow and kissed her lightly on her cupid bow lips.

The feelings of love she felt for her unborn child and her son overwhelmed Susan. She returned his kiss with a tidal wave of passion. She took his head in both of her hands and let her tongue wander over the fullness of his lips. She was dimly aware that Jason had unzipped her caftan. It fell in folds around the plumpness of her womb.

Their tongues dueled in each other’s mouth as their passion built. He took her breast in his hand and kneaded it from the base to the diamond hard tip that was her nipple. He gloried in her sharp intake of breath and lustful moans. This was his woman and he wanted her.

Jason’s other hand moved from her womb to the blast furnace heat of her sex. Through her neatly trimmed fur, he lightly stroked her swollen labia. His fingers came away coated in the slick, thick goo of her arousal. The aroma of her arousal permeated the close confines of the man cave.

Susan’s pelvis began a slow pulsing up and down as her son’s finger ran up and down her engorged pussy lips. As his finger moved across her enlarged clit, she felt a squirt of love juice from her pussy. She recalled when she was pregnant with Jason how she was always horny, wearing poor Adam out.

Jason felt his mother’s juices hit the palm of his hand. He let one finger slowly enter her. He felt her head drop to his shoulder as she fucked his finger. He gasped as he felt her reflexively grab his cock and squeeze it.

“Oh baby,” Susan moaned,” you make momma feel so good!”

She took his head in her hands and pushed him down, down to her needy pussy. She needed to be licked! She needed to feel her son’s mouth on her pussy.

Jason slid to the floor, planting kissed on the roundness of her belly. He kissed his way around its girth and found her hairy hole.

Susan lay back crossways on the bed, her legs spreading to allow her son access. She heard a scream and realized it was her scream reacting to her son’s kisses on her labia. She gripped his head, forcing him deeper between her full thighs.

Jason’s tongue flicked lightly at his mother’s clit. It had swollen to the size of the first joint of his ring finger. With each flick of his tongue, Susan shivered. He felt her thighs quiver, they clamped painfully hard against his head. Suddenly his face was drenched in her ejaculate. Jason sputtered as her juices filled his mouth and nose.

A light sheen of sweat covered Susan’s body as she lay back on the futon after her orgasm. One hand grasped her belly instinctively. Her breaths came in short hard gasps. Her legs relaxed, freeing her son from the vise of her thighs.

Susan raised her head to see her lover. She saw his face and hair dripping her juices and began to giggle.

In mock anger, Jason wiped his face with his open hand.

“You did this, mom!”

Susan could not stop giggling at her son’s appearance.

“I’m sorry, baby, you just look so funny!”

Jason rose to his knees between his mom’s thighs. He let the head of his meat touch his mom’s pussy lips. With one hand, he gripped it at the root and moved it up and down between the swollen, goo dripping lips of her womanhood.

“For laughing at me, you are going to have to beg to get this!”

“Look, boy,” Susan tittered,” I been doing this a lot longer than you and I ain’t never begged for no cock!”

Jason let the head large mushroom head of his cock push lightly into his mom’s love canal. When her hips involuntarily thrust up to receive him, he pulled back. His eyes moved from her face, showing lust and frustration to her pussy. It lay gaped open, her labia quivering.

“Say please, mom, say please stick it in!”

Jason could barely contain himself. Every fiber of his being cried out to ram his tool deep into this most inviting of all love canals. He knew they would fuck eventually but he wanted his mother to beg for it. He wanted to control, however briefly, this strong dynamic woman. He rubbed the head over her clit and then moved it between her pussy lips down to the peritoneum. He heard her groan loudly as he pressed against her starfish.

“No, gawdammit, I won’t beg, I won’t!”

“You know you want it! Say it mom, say it!”

“Aww fuck, baby, fuck, I need you, I need you, I need you!” Please stick it in mommy, PLEASE!!

Jason smiled broadly, as he let his cock slide slowly into the streaming cauldron of his mom’s cunt. His reward was a low lustful groan. As he continued to slide his length into her sex, she raised up and stuck her tongue out at him.

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Sisters, Friends, and Lovers Ch. 03

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I had a most unusual set of relationships for the next eight weeks. I was dating Ally, doing similar things to what I’d done with her sisters up until that fateful Saturday night when The Discovery was made. I was also sleeping and making love with her sisters on a nightly basis. We proved to be an oversexed lot. I thought our sex would taper off as some of the NRE wore off, but if anything we got hornier and made love more often as we got more comfortable with each other and more spontaneous.

I had started to workout again, and after talking to my doctor I started to take some supplements that he thought would give me greater stamina and endurance in a sexual way. He laughed at my suggestions about Viagra or Cialis; he explained I didn’t have the problem of ED that they solved. Anyway, after a month on that regime, I was pleasing Fran and Sheila more frequently.

The triad did their second and third monthly reviews about how we were doing at living together. We had a few minor suggestions here and there, but most of the things that bugged us we were addressing on the spot rather than waiting for the monthly sit down. We invited Ally to be present for our third meeting so she could see how we were running the triad. She was impressed and told us so after we broke up to go to dinner.

By the end of the third month living with Fran and Sheila, I had also progressed quite far in getting to know Ally, both intellectually and physically. I had succumbed to one of her world-record breaking blowjobs, and Fran was right, Ally should be in porn. I tried to duplicate her feat in a return match when I displayed my cunnilingus skills over an entire evening in her apartment.

So it was at the end of October, when we prepared for our fourth monthly ‘How Goes It’ meeting, that I talked to Sheila and Fran ahead of time. We unanimously and enthusiastically agreed that Ally should join us.

We’d invited Ally to be with us again for the relationship review meeting, and we also planned a little stage play just for her benefit. Ally arrived right a five-thirty on Friday as planned, and we sat around in a circle in the living room. As before, I sort of emceed the meeting asking what we all liked about the past month or more of living together, and what we’d change.

Fran picked up her role nicely, “I want to address something that needs changing. I think you two fuck too much.” She pointed at Sheila and me. “Morning, noon, and night you always have your prick in her pussy – you’re like fucking rabbits. I know she’s a slut and loves cock, but why couldn’t you at least share some dick with me. Maybe I should just go trolling on the street to see what strange cock I could find and bring him back here to show you what you two look like. Or, maybe I should talk to that lesbian couple upstairs; maybe one of them will come down while you’re fucking and give me a few orgasms. One way or another though, things have got to change. I want my share of the orgasms around here.”

Sheila spat at her sister, “Who’re you calling a slut? You’d spread your legs for any two-bit tomboy that happened to walk by. I watched you do it in high school and college, and now you’re wanting to do it again. Now, who’s the slut? I was the goody-goody then so I deserve my share the cock being shared around this place. You have that huge collection of vibrators and dildos beside the bed, why don’t you shove a couple of those up your cunt and jill off, Miss Holier Than Thou?”

I acted to calm the waters (as agreed), “Please let’s not get into the argument about who’s getting more sex. I thought we agreed to be spontaneous about when and with whom we made love. When I’ve been ready, Sheila just happens to have been available. How about the two of you kiss and make up?”

I cast a sideways glance at Ally. Her mouth was hanging open at the lengthy diatribes each sister made about the other.

Sheila and Fran both stood up. Sheila said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “You want orgasms, you’ve got orgasms.” She leaned forward and ripped the skirt off of Fran, and as Fran started to feign surprise also jerked her thong down her legs. As Fran tried to walk, the underwear impeded her stride; she fell backwards onto the sofa.

Sheila had shed her skirt too, and was naked from the waist down. She moved next to Fran, tossed one leg over Fran’s head and lowered her pussy to Fran’s mouth, and she brought her mouth to Fran’s cunt. The two started to munch on each other in a noisy but sexually satisfying way. The apparent anger of a moment ago had turned into an arousing sixty-nine.

Ally’s jaw was dragging on the floor she was so astounded by what had happened in less than two minutes.

I was rapping on the table, as a good moderator would do. “Ladies. Ladies. We have a meeting to conduct. Couldn’t you do that later?”

Fran’s voice rang out, “Oh, hell no, I’m almost there.” She paused and added, “Will you get undressed and bring me some cock. This time I get your cum.”

On that note, I stood and maraş escort started to peel off my shirt and slacks.

Ally stood and backed up almost all the way to the front door. I didn’t want her to leave.

As the last of my clothing hit the floor, I turned to Ally, “Well, get out of those clothes. You’re never going to fit into this foursome from today on, if you’re dressed all the time.”

The words took a moment to register. “Huh?” Some color came back in Ally’s cheeks, “Did you mean that?” She panted in anticipation of what she hoped would be the words she wanted to hear.

I went and held her, my cock poking her in the side. I kissed her tenderly. “Ally, we want you with us all the time. Please don’t leave from here on out. This is now your home … with us. We were just play acting to get your attention. We want you.”

Tears flowed down Ally’s cheeks and she clutched onto me for dear life. “OH GOD! I’m so glad.” She pulled away and looked at her sisters who were now sitting side by side on the sofa looking very pleased with themselves. Ally asked, “That was all an act, right?”

Fran and Sheila both nodded.

Ally laughed. “I actually believed that … and then it just seemed incredulous that you’d say those things that way to each other. I’ve heard you be mad, but never like that.”

Both rose and came to Ally. Each girl kissed Ally with a sense of love and passion.

Fran said, “Ally, you are a dear sister to us, and we want you to be more. We want you as a sister and as a lover. We want you to share in the joy we find with each other and the happiness we feel here in each other’s arms and in each other’s company.”

Sheila continued, “I second that. I have so wanted to hold you and make love to you in a physical way since we started to think about this group situation. I know that’ll be another leap for you, but all in good time. We love you dearly and I hope you’ll be part of our family.”

Ally was crying in joy. I had a few tears too. I hugged and kissed Ally, and then I started to laugh. I was naked. Fran and Sheila wore nothing from the waist down, and scant clothing on top.

I took Ally’s hand. “May I make love to you?”

“OH GOD, YES,” Ally practically shouted as she pushed deeper into my arms.

I winked at Fran and Sheila, and then led Ally to our bedroom. I removed her clothing in seconds, and after a modicum of foreplay I moved to really make love to her without hesitation, conditions, or reservations.

Neither of us lasted very long before our orgasms claimed our bodies. We lay together with me still inside her quim, kissing and cooing words of love at each other.

Fran’s naked body snuggled in behind me, and Sheila spooned in behind Ally. I smiled at Ally and asked, “I bet you never felt a woman’s breasts against your back, have you?”

Ally smiled back, “No, and it is something that will make this day so special the rest of my life.” She looked over her shoulder at Sheila; “Thank you. I love you.” She pulled one of Sheila’s hands across her body so it could cup one of her breasts. I watched and felt her writhe in joy.

Sheila slithered down the bed, and I then felt her hand remove my flaccid member from Ally’s pussy. Ally rolled onto her back, and Sheila started to feast on her pussy using both tongue and fingers. Fran left my side to join in the treats her sister offered. Ally started to moan, and after only a few minutes she came for the first time from sapphic attention to her sex.

Fran moved so she could kiss Ally, and the pair embraced, with Fran’s hands rubbing and pinching at Ally’s full breasts and nipples, as Sheila continued to lap and tongue her pussy.

Ally told Fran, “You taste of pussy. I guess of my pussy. That sort of grosses me out, but at the same time … my God, I’m so aroused that I never want any of you to stop making love to me.”

After inducing another orgasm, Sheila came up to also kiss Ally. Fran and Sheila surrounded her with love.

Ally asked, “Is Steve going to make love to you two tonight?”

Fran answered, “No, tonight is all about you and your pleasure. Consider it your initiation into our circle of love. After this, as we explained, we share as best we can. No one keeps score, except to say how they feel or express what they want from one of the others.”

Ally leaned up and kissed Fran. “Thank you, dear sister. This is so decadent. I love it. I love you guys – all of you.” She extended her arm past Fran to where I lay on the bed watching the trio.

I had been idly stroking myself as I watched the incestuous sapphic loving. I had hardened, so I offered my services.

Ally said, “Oh, please. Can I be on top this time? I want to watch you cum, and be able to watch whatever my sisters are doing.” She mounted me, and we slowly began the oscillations of our bodies that signaled our love and connection to each other.

Beside us, Fran and Sheila kissed and made out, their hands busy with mardin escort each other’s cunts. After a few minutes, the pair sixty-nined again, and we had a ringside seat as they brought pleasure to each other. I seen them before, so I knew they were putting on a sex show for the two of us, but I’d let Ally figure that out for herself.

After another round of orgasms, we went to dinner to celebrate our newest arrival. After dinner we came back home, I made love to Ally again as Fran and Sheila fucked each other with some of the toys. We then straightened out the bedding, turned out the light, and went to sleep. I held Ally in my arms. In the middle of the night, I slipped my cock into her quim again and slowly pumped another load into her about twenty minutes later, amid her groans and whispered words of love.

* * * * *

“Oh, come on, let’s do it. It’s only for one weekend. I’ll even pay for us all to go.” Fran tried to be very convincing.

‘It’ was a couples’ retreat about Conscious Relationships and Tantric Sex. I was skeptical about the value of an autumn weekend with daytimes spent in a hotel conference room out on Cape Cod. I had sort of thought about taking a late fall foliage drive with the girls out of the city towards the western mountains in the state or down to Mystic Seaport.

As a last ditch effort to not go, I said, “Well, we’re not a ‘couple,’ were a group or crowd or something else.”

Fran said, “I talked to Dee, the woman who runs part of the retreat, and I explained our relationships to her. She is very enthusiastic about our attending, particularly because it sends messages to the other attendees about getting out of their rut and doing something unusual like we do living and loving together.”

I got outvoted, so the following weekend, we braved Friday rush hour traffic and headed to the hotel on the Cape where we’d stay two nights. I probably would have gone anyway despite the vote. I worried that our relationships were too peaceful and sanguine, at least compared to those of the work colleagues I knew well enough to have a peek into their marriages or partnerships.

As a circle of four people, we were a pretty loving and affectionate group of people. One of us might get scolded by the others for forgetting to let them know they’d miss dinner, or telling us they were going to join up with friends on the spur of the moment. Other than that the four of us motored along, day by day, without discord. That state of affairs bothered me, partly because I recalled my parents constantly bickering.

We checked into the hotel where we had a single room with a king-size bed, just like home. We joined up with the group in a corner of the hotel’s dining room, spending a few minutes with introductions as we got a glass of wine. We shared a late dinner with the about twenty others attending the workshop, and also enjoyed an hour lecture on the presenter’s interpretation of Tantrism and Tantric sex. I got lost in some of the Indian or eastern religious terminology, but Dee and Roger, the workshop facilitators, then simplified and westernized the practice, explicitly adding in their own findings, experiments, and practices to what they taught. Despite being a little tired from work, I paid rapt attention, maybe because the topic was about sex and the topic was well and openly presented.

Repeatedly, Roger stressed the point about making multi-dimensional connections with your partner – mind, body, and spirit, at all levels of consciousness. He also talked about chakras and the flow of the body’s love energy between two lovers. Dee then talked about using yoga, meditation, and breathing to control our earth-bound bodies in the lovemaking process. They both stressed that we’d get deeper into these concepts the following day and Sunday morning.

I made love to my three partners back in the room, at least mentally devoting a portion of my thinking to our connections. After finishing, I did feel a greater closeness to each of them.

Saturday morning our class started with a stark meal of fruit and juices. We were purifying ourselves as part of the Tantric process. We then did some yoga, working with our partner, and then went through a guided meditation for twenty minutes. I paired with Sheila, and Fran and Ally worked together. After a short break, I had Ally, and after another break Fran. The others in the workshop studied us carefully as we interacted; I felt on display but not uncomfortable. There was good mojo in the room. We were all trying to learn how to improve our relationships and sexuality.

Roger then taught us about touch and gestures during the lovemaking, and Dee talked about using words and phrases to elevate each other’s thinking. She bluntly talked about what I call ‘dirty talk,’ and its place in the bedroom, encouraging its use. Roger then talked about the forces that act on us when we make love, teaching us how to use simple meditation and centering to purge the negative forces and vibrations mersin escort from our consciousness so we can focus on our loved one.

Dee taught us two forms of meditation, and I really got into each of them and felt myself transported to a higher plane or dimension of consciousness. She then talked specifically about consciousness, emphasizing that we use consciousness to manifest our reality. I found purity in the way she talked about the subject. Throughout all the talks we were doing short exercises together: touching, whispering to each other, or just being inside the other’s personal space.

After a purifying vegetarian lunch we broke into groups of men and women. Roger took the men to a breakout room. In that room he led us in meditation again, and then taught us how to control the way we have sex.

At first, I couldn’t believe what Roger promised: the ability to orgasm repeatedly without ejaculation, and thus end a lovemaking session; the ability to make love for indefinite periods of time; and the ability to deliver countless orgasms to one’s partner, even propelling her to a state of near constant bliss. He also talked about the female body and key erogenous zones we should understand, including the G-spot and A-spot.

For another hour, Roger led us through various exercises and taught us mindsets dealing with mind over matter – our conscious thought controlling our bodies to do exactly what we want them to do. I felt dramatically empowered when we rejoined the women back in the original conference room.

Dee and Roger explained to the overall group what had transpired in each group while we’d been apart. The women had been learning the importance of sexual union in a ritual context, about paired polarity, and of harmony during and around a divine joining of bodies. We did a few more exercises to emphasize certain parts of what had been covered.

At this point, Roger and Dee talked specifically about how to have intercourse. The discussion was not clinical, but it wasn’t bawdy either. They tried to pull much of what we’d talked about together in a coherent lesson. Many of us asked questions. They talked of erogenous zones again, this time having us touch and stimulate each other in class, at least for those zones that didn’t require significant under clothing stimulation. The more we did, the more the class members relaxed with each other.

We were then sent off to our rooms to make love with our partner. Of course, I had three partners to please so had the extra task of extending the workshop material to a group setting.

I got into the physical union with Fran to begin with. We used the techniques and felt the ebb and flow of energy between our bodies, and the closeness it brought to us. After I had brought Fran to a climax, Ally took her place and we repeated the techniques and rituals we’d been taught. I came to the edge of a climax repeatedly, but could back away from ejaculating just the way Roger taught.

After Ally climaxed, Sheila and I made love at a new level of union and consciousness. This time I allowed myself to climax in her body as she climaxed, as the final wave of ritual and union swept over both of us.

The four of us were a little late for dinner, and we all blushed when we caught up with the others. The reason for our delay had been obvious because of my extra workload.

The Saturday evening part of the workshop was spent going around the room as each couple commented or asked questions about the time they had spent together. I found it strangely erotic to know and hear about each couple making love, and then openly talking about their experiences with the workshop techniques.

Of course, when it came to the four of us everyone in the room leaned forward to hear what we would have to say. I commented on success in holding off my real climax to the end with Sheila, but how I didn’t feel any intervening orgasms. Several other men nodded indicating they were having a similar experience. Roger spoke about the techniques again, and how to re-experience the orgasm process within a short time.

Ally commented on the intensity of her orgasm, a truly peak experience for her. Several other women nodded in agreement. Fran had gotten a little lost in the ritual and lost sight several times of the union. Sheila talked of the metaphysical experience she’d had, mentioning an out of body experience at one point. Dee and Roger commented on each of their remarks.

We broke at nine-thirty and were urged to repeat our lovemaking before sleep. I liked that idea, and that’s exactly what we did.

Sunday morning, we did another round of yoga and meditation, followed by more questions and discussion. We learned a few new techniques, talked about the Kama Sutra, and flirting with other partners. Then to my surprise, Roger and Dee suggested that we join with someone in the group who we didn’t know and try some of the techniques.

People in the group were caught off guard with the idea, and I could see some of the other men and women bristling at the idea of open sex. Roger and Dee explained that each couple could go as far as they wanted, and that there were no preconceived limits or limitations on us. They suggested that we talk openly with our partners before we went off with a relative stranger.

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Return to Eban Ch. 03

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Tom and Jay were working their usual night tending bar at what they called, “The West End Casino.” It was one of three casino’s on the resort Island where the clients could play their favorite game. They got to see a lot working the night shift. Black men would come in with beautiful women on each arm. They even got to know a few of the black clients and called them by name. One guy in particular was a regular at the resort. His name was Ernie. Ernie flew in and out of the resort once every couple weeks to checkout the new stock of women that were always arriving.

He was becoming good friends with Jay and Tom telling them stories of some of the women he fucked over the past three years he’d been coming to the resort. He even pointed out a few to the guys as each woman casually walked near the bar.

Tonight he pointed out a lovely redhead he’d fucked the last trip he’d made to the Island. She was marked for breeding now. Ernie wasn’t into breeding the ladies. There was too much money involved which is how the resort made all it’s money. He just wanted to bang’em than move onto something fresh.

Ernie was the typical client who loved to scoop out the new white men working the floor. He knew it wouldn’t be long before their ex’s would be turned out to work the floor once their training was complete. Ernie took notes from the new men. He’d write down names and appearance as the guys would spill their guts to him.

He knew everything about Chantal and Dawn. He checked the board everyday he was there looking for the usual photos they posted on all the new women that cam available. He’d ride the new guys without them even knowing. One of the guys who worked the bar early in the afternoon was named Denny. This was Denny’s third month at the resort.

Ernie couldn’t wait to fuck his ex. Her name is Monica. She has dark hair, large breasts with a perfect round Jay-Lo size ass and dark eyes. Ernie told Denny he was looking out for him by fucking Monica. He said he wanted to keep the other guys away from her. In reality that wasn’t possible at Eban but what the fuck did Ernie care.

He’d fuck with Denny’s head all the time telling him what a great fuck Monica was and how she could swallow his hot load licking her lips with a big smile. He knew he was breaking Denny’s heart each time he told a story about her.

As the evening progressed, Tom and Jay kept busy serving clients and watching the interaction between some of the black men they were getting to know and the divorcees’.

Tom was busy on his end of the bar carefully wiping the spots off glasses and lined them up behind the bar. Jay was serving drinks down at kütahya escort the other end when Tom heard a faint whisper coming from behind him. He turned and saw a redhead seated on the last stool.

Tom turned completely around and smiled at the gorgeous woman. “May I help you miss?”

She nervously shifted her eyes around making sure nobody was watching. Tom noticed the name on the charm bracelet. “Susan.”

Susan was extremely nervous as she sat on that bar stool. Tom waited for a reply for several moments until she finally uttered.

“I’d like to have a drink, please. Um…..a Pina Colada.”

Tom smiled. “I’ll have that ready in a moment for you Miss.” Tom wasn’t allowed to call the divorcees’ by name. He had to refer to them as Miss. Tom was getting good at making these tropical drinks. He prepared the drink for Susan and turned around and placed it on a napkin on the bar sliding it directly in front of the gorgeous redhead.

“Thank you.” Susan was being polite. Tom smiled and was about to turn around and continue wiping glasses when she hesitantly spoke again.

“Your name is Tom?”

Tom wore his name tag on his uniform. “Yes Miss, that’s correct.

Susan nervously looked around knowing she wasn’t supposed to continue a conversation with the servants.

“Um…….My husband….I mean my ex…husband works here at the bar.”

Tom waited for Susan to finish. He also noticed a black man seated not far from the bar keeping watch of the gorgeous redhead.

“Uh…..His name is Mike. Do you know him?”

Tom smiled. “Yes. Mike’s usually here in the afternoon. He came in about the same time as my friend and me.”

Susan took a sip of her drink still looking very nervous. “Tell him I said hello and I miss him. Can you do that for me? Tell him that Susan loves him very much.”

“I’d be very happy to relate that message to Mike for you Miss.”

Susan smiled feeling a bit of relief knowing that Tom was going to forward her message to her ex-husband. She sat nervously sipping her drink as Tom decided to wipe glasses facing in her direction.

Susan kept looking Tom’s way and finally added. “This is my first day working the floor.”

Tom took another look at her bracelet and noticed only her name appeared on the charm. That meant she couldn’t have been fucked yet. Tom carefully kept watch making sure nobody else was watching them other than that black guy seated a few feet away.

“Listen. Miss? Do you happen to know a blonde named Chantal?”

Susan smiled. “Yes. I know a Chantal. She shares an apartment with Dawn.”

Tom malatya escort started getting excited now. “Yes. That the one. We came into the resort with Dawn and her husband.”

Susan kept smiling and said. “That would be Jay. Dawn’s ex.”

Tom was really excited now. “Yes. That’s Jay down at the other end of the bar.” Tom started to think than said. “Hey. Uh. Miss. Do you think it might be possible to tell Chantal I love her and miss her very much?”

Susan giggled as she kept sipping that drink. “Looks like we can both do each other a favor, can’t we Tom?”

“Yes Miss. I would be very happy if you could pass that onto my wife.”

Susan quickly corrected Tom. :Your ex-wife.”

Tom nodded his head agreeing to the correction Susan just made. Susan sat her drink down on the bar and leaned forward saying.

“You know that Chantal and Dawn will be working the floor later this afternoon for their first time.”

Tom gulped as he heard what Susan just said. “Is that right Miss?”

Susan was about to reply when that black dude sat down next to Susan and started talking to her. Tom quickly moved away with the towel in one hand and the glass in the other. Tom noticed that Susan looked frightened although she was trying to smile as the black dude put his arm around her waist.

The black dude suddenly looked up at Tom. “Bartender. We’d like a couple drinks here.”

“What would you like sir?”

“Uh….Give us a couple, Sex on the beach.”

“Coming right up sir.” Tom turned on got busy making those drinks. 1-½ ounces of Peach Schnapps, 1 ½ ounces of Vodka, 2 ounces of Cranberry Juice, 2 ounces of Orange Juice 2 ounces of Pineapple Juice. Tom kept a note book with all these drinks on hand. Tom finished preparing the drinks and turned around to set them on the bar and noticed Susan was locked in a heated passionate kiss with this black dude.

“Here we are sir.”

The black dude barely acknowledged Tom with his hand and kept kissing Susan poking his tongue deep inside her mouth. His arm was circled completely around the petite redhead with huge breasts. Tom noticed his finger tips were gently caressing her breast from under her arm. The dudes other hand was down below the bar so Tom couldn’t see what was going on. Surely he must have had that other hand down on her naked thigh or even perhaps between her lovely legs.

Tom turned his back for just a few seconds and looked back only to see Susan and her new man walking together toward the gaming tables drinks in hand. Tom would at least forward Susan’s message to Mike when he saw him.

A bit later manisa escort that afternoon Tom saw Jay walking toward his end of the bar. Mike was with him. Mike was one of the men that would relieve them. It was almost time for their dinner break.

“What’s up buddy? You ready to break for dinner?”

Tom replied. “Yeah. I’ll be ready to leave in a second.” Tom smiled at Mike.

“How’s it hang-in Mike?”

Mike laughed. “Your funny pale.” The guys liked to joke around considering their situation.

“Hey. I spoke with a gorgeous redhead a couple hours ago. Her name was Susan.”

Mike’s eyes opened wide as he starred at Tom.

“Susan was here? She’s working the floor now? What did she say?…… How did she look?….. Is she alright?”

Mike smiled as he patted Mike on the shoulder. “She’s fine, Mike. She told me to tell you she loved you very much and she misses you.”

Mike was excited as he replied looking wide eyed and happy like he just won the lottery. “Susan told you that? What else did she say.”

Tom replied. “That’s about the extent of it except that today was her first day working the floor. She looked just fine.”

Tom didn’t want to mention how nervous and upset she appeared.

“How long did she stay? Was she right here at the bar?”

Tom replied. “Yes. I served her a drink. I think a couple as a matter of fact. I told her you were going to be working her this afternoon.”

Mike looked excited. “Oh my God. Maybe I’ll see her today. You think she might come back, Tom? Do you think my Susan will come back?”

Tom didn’t want to get Mike anymore excited than he was. “You have to remember Mike. Susan has to work the area they tell her to work. She really didn’t say if she was going to be in this area or not.”

Mike looked a little disappointed now as he faced the floor. Tom tried to cheer him up.

“Look Mike. Susan might return. You never know. It’ll give you something to watch out for tonight. Listen. Jay and I are going to dinner. We’ll see you shortly.”

“OK Tom. Hay…..Thanks for telling me what Susan said. You and Jay have a good dinner.”

Tom nodded at Jay letting him know he was ready to leave for dinner. They entered the servant passage directly behind the bar. They headed toward the servant dinning area.

“Mike’s ex told me that Dawn and Chantal were working the floor tonight.”

Tom had Jay’s attention now.

“She told you that?”

“Yeah. Susan told me tonight was there first day on the floor and that she came into the resort at the same time as us.”

Jay’s head started spinning as he thought about Dawn.

Tom kept looking at him as they slowly walked down the hallway toward the dinning room.

“Jay. What do you say we go and checkout the computer board after dinner and have a look at their profiles?”

Jay seemed upset now as he replied. “Yeah. Sure. That sounds like an excellent idea.”

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Renter Pt. 04

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Lisa was enjoying the last couple of months with the new arrangement of having 4 sexually charged black men living in her house. They ranged in age from mid twenties to early fifties, all had large cocks, some thicker, some longer, but all big. One or two could last forever, others could cum and get hard again very quickly. She liked knowing that the cocks got hard for HER, and that she made them cum and that all their lust was for her and she was the reason for that lust. There was certainly no shortage of lust in the house. Every time she fucked someone, whoever was around would get hard and want to fuck her too. Eventually that would mean that all the guys would end up wherever she was, and all of them would take turns and would get hard again watching her get fucked. Her pussy was insatiable and was always wanting more cock. Well, more black cock. She never would have imagined sex could be this way and that she could be such a slut for black cock. She was even enjoying sex with Jason more too, which was a surprise.

Her husband, Jason, seemed to be adapting well, he was getting more sex from her than ever. She was worried that they weren’t spending enough alone time together, and offered to do date nights, but Jason insisted that he was enjoying the fact that Lisa was getting all her fantasies fulfilled. He figured that there was plenty of time for date nights, right now he was preferring the sex nights. He was getting one on one sex every morning, and then more sex at night and a whole lot more on weekends.

Lisa had to admit the sex nights were awesome! Actually she considered the sex nights were the weekend nights, the weekday nights were filled with sex, as were the mornings, but the weekend nights went most the night and it was with all the men. She had sex with each of the men about twice each day, mostly one on one in the morning, but usually with all of them at night. Now she and Jason were planning on a new house which would accommodate all them and the house design would have sex as the focus. They had a black architect who was familiar with the lifestyle and promised a design which would promote the lifestyle. Plus he knew a few all black construction companies to build the house.

Lisa was to meet with the Architect today, his name was Robert. Her and the men had all decided on a floor plan for the house already, Robert wanted to meet with her to find out a few detail s and help him decide which construction company he should select. She was to meet him downtown in his office late morning, after the guys had all left. All morning when she was with the each of the guys she couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for her that day. Her mind was racing with the possibilities, and even though she was completely distracted by the thoughts, she came as hard as ever for each of the guys.

She always ended the morning with Jerome, who worked a second shift and slept until she had had the others. She started each morning with her husband, Jason, then moved on to the cousins Jarvis and Marvin who tagged teamed her for a couple of hours each morning. After they had each cum twice (usually) she moved on to Garland, who had the biggest cock and lasted the longest. In fact it was Garland who was the impetuous for her current situation. Garland was her favorite, he had the biggest cock, lasted the longest and had the biggest load. Plus, and a big plus, he was the most attractive and had the most muscular body.

After Garland was done fucking her, she moved on to Jerome, who was the oldest and had the longest cock of the group. He always wanted sex that was more sensual and more intimate. Fucking always involved a lot of kissing, a lot of body contact and a lot of talk about how she was the best thing to ever happen to his big black cock. Once Jerome was done, she had been fucked for a couple of hours and had usually taken 7 loads. The first couple of weeks it was all she could handle, but now it was beginning to feel like it was just a warm up. She was getting more cock and cum each day than most woman got in a whole week or even a whole month

More sex was the reason they all were looking at building this house which they could all share, one that promoted and encouraged sexual activity.

She got to Robert’s kırşehir escort office and was invited in. Robert was a tall stately black man, shaved bald, with broad shoulders. She knew a little of his background, knew that he was a long time bull for many hot wives. He frequently commented that he was going to have her and once she had his cock it was going to introduce her to a reality of black cock that she had never known. She couldn’t imagine being more horny for black cock than she already was. She was tingling and wet already by the time she entered his office. Robert rose from behind his desk to greet her and gave her a warm lingering hug. She could feel his semi erect cock as he hugged her, it reached more than half way down his thigh.

Robert let her go and asked, “Lisa, you have just started your journey in the hot wife lifestyle, specifically a very special part of being a hot wife, and that is a hot wife for big black cock.”

He continued, “The further you take your journey, the more pleasurable it will be, but it also means the further you go, the less likely you will be to stop, ever. Before you continue your journey, I want to find out if you are willing to go to and stay at the next stage of your journey. In order to build this house, and have my name on the design, I need to know how dedicated you are.”

With that, he pushed her down into a chair and unzipped is pants. He proceeded to pull out the biggest semi erect cock she had ever seen.

Robert spoke again, “You are going to deep throat my cock until I cum, if you can’t deep throat my cock, we are done here. If you can, and take all my load down your throat, then you will take my entire cock in your pussy and I will fuck you until I cum. I expect you to orgasm each time you take my load, that is, when I pump my cum down your throat, I expect you to cum. When I pump your pussy full of my seed, I expect you to cum. You have to be able to take all of my cock and all of my cum. If you can do that you will have turned a corner, and there will be no going back. Once you have done what I ask, you will always be insatiably horny for big black cock, you will always cum from big black cock and you will always cum from making a big black cock cum.”

With that he moved his cock to her face. She grabbed his cock and with some difficulty, took his semi erect cock down her throat. She could feel it begin to stiffen, she wanted to prove to him that she handle him and show him how good she was. His cock started to swell and grow. It was getting to a size she had never handled before and she wasn’t sure she could do it. She started to freak out at the thought that this whole house thing might be over. She felt bad because she thought she really was experienced at pleasuring big black cock. She thought living with 4 bbcs and getting fucked by them every day proved she was ready for this new level of a black cock slut, she couldn’t imagine not being ready for it. She couldn’t guess what woman who were ready for it were like.

As if reading her thoughts, Robert commented, “Lisa, not every woman can do this, and not every woman is cut out for this lifestyle, if you really want this you will figure it out. It’s about letting your desires control your body, using your desire to make your body do things it normally can’t.”

She relaxed her mouth and throat, pulled his cock almost all the way out and got a breath of air. She sucked his cock head for a bit until he was throbbing hard. His enormous cock head filled her mouth and stretched her jaw wide open. She relaxed and took as much as she could only getting about half his huge cock in her. She imagined her nose pressing against him and his balls on her chin, she focused on what that would feel like as she tried once more, sliding his cock deeper and deeper down her throat eventually feeling his balls against her chin. She held his cock in her throat, marveling at her accomplishment.

She needed air and just before she slid him out, Robert grabbed her head and pressed his cock down her throat.

“There you go bitch, you are on your way, feel the length of my cock down your throat, think about the only thing you want to do is to make it shoot and fill your belly with cum” kocaeli escort He said

He let go of her head and she slid him out to get a breath of air. The second time down her throat was easier and she held him deep for a bit and then began to slowly slide him out and all the way in. It got easier and easier to take his huge cock down her throat and the more she slid his cock balls deep down her throat the wetter she got. Soon her clit was tingling so hard it was starting to distract her.

Seeing that she was taking his cock with ease, Robert grabbed her head and took control of the pace, slowly sliding his cock all the way in, holding it deep, then bumping it with short thrusts as her teeth pressed against his pubic bone. Every 30 seconds he pulled out so she could get air. He started to pick up his pace sliding all the way in and almost all the way out in regular strokes. Lisa was clearly turned on as she started moaning the entire time, she grabbed his ass and pulled him in at the end of each thrust. She began to feel like she just couldn’t get enough of his cock. She knew for a fact she was at her limit for size, she just felt she couldn’t get enough contact with his cock. She felt like she wanted to absorb his cock into her whole being and have it there forever.

“That’s it bitch, take my black nigger dick down your throat. I could tell you were meant for this cock, I knew it the first time I saw you that my cock would be resting all the way down your throat. Soon you feel it pump a load of black seed in you.”

Lisa moaned as she sucked hard on his cock head to get a good taste of pre-cum. The taste and feel of it on her tongue made her groan in anticipation of what was to come.

“You are a good cock sucker! I was hoping that was the case, I want this cock to bring you further on your journey, just cum for me as I shoot my load, then we will fuck.” He exclaimed

All Lisa wanted was to feel him shoot his load, she was so horny, she desperately wanted to feel his cock start to spasm. She grabbed his balls with her left hand and began foundling their huge size. They were so big and she couldn’t wait to take what they had stored in them. The thought of Robert’s balls emptying themselves in her almost made her cum, she felt she was on the edge and was confident that she would pass the first part of Robert’s requirements. She felt Robert’s cock swell and get even harder, she knew he was ready.

Robert cried out “AH YES! You fucking slut! Take my load! Take it! AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

With that his cock started to spasm as he pressed his cock deep. Lisa felt his cock spasm and her own orgasm started. She came as he shot spurt after spurt of cum down her throat, his balls emptying their enormous volume of cum in her.

She had never cum from just sucking cock, she was always turned on by it, but never thought she could cum that way. She felt different somehow, almost like Robert’s cock had some kind of power over her. She loved the fact that she came just by giving him pleasure, knowing that she made him cum and that he expected her to make him cum.

Robert pulled his cock out, turned her around and lifted her skirt. His cock still 3/4 hard, he grabbed the base of it to make it hard enough to stuff its way into her aching pussy. As he slid his cock into her, she felt that that too was different. As he began to fuck her his cock got fully hard again. This is what she loved, she always felt her pussy could never get enough fucking, but again, this felt different. It felt like this is what she was supposed to do. Robert was touching something deep in her, something physical, something mental and something emotional all at the same time. She had this feeling of completeness, and with that feeling she began to orgasm.

Robert said, “That’s it baby, that’s it. Once I cum this way, you will be a changed woman. You think you liked fucking big black cock before, things are about to become much different for you!”

Robert began fucking her in earnest with a quick pace, burying his cock deep in her. Each thrust touched those deep places of her entire being. She became lost in the feeling of his huge cock sliding in and out of her. After what must have been a 1/2 hour, konya escort Robert turned her over, raised her legs and smacked her opening with his enormous cock head. She watched his cock head smack her and marveled at his size and the beauty of his manhood. She swiveled her hips, aching to have him back inside her. Robert kept teasing her until she thought she would actually cry from the desire she had for his cock, the desire she had to be filled by him.

Robert thrust his cock inside her and her body stiffened as another orgasm racked her body. Robert began to pound his cock in and out of her, fucking her relentlessly.

“There you go bitch! You will NEVER get used to this because you are about to have a constant ache for big black dick. Your life is going to be about fucking and making black dick cum. Is that what you want? I need to hear that is what you want!” he cried.

Lisa shouted, “YES! YES! That is what I want! Give me your cum! Please, please cum in me and make me cum again!”

Robert began to stiffen as his cock began pumping another load into her. As soon as she felt his cock spasm, another orgasm took control of her body. Robert held his cock deep inside her as he continued emptying his balls. Each of his spurts squirting out of her since she was so filled with his cock. He was pleased that she had cum and was now on the next stage of her journey. Lisa knew something had changed in her, she felt things were different, almost like the world had changed and she was seeing it for the first time.

Robert pulled out, leaving an aching emptiness in Lisa, she was already missing the feeling of his cock.

“Lisa, that was very good. Very good! Now this is the first day of the rest of your life. We have work to do now and we have a house to build. Your job today is to help me select which company is going to build your house. The crew needs to put all of their sexual energy into this construction and to do that, they need to work together to focus all that energy. Your job is to figure out which crew has the right energy to match you, so you are going to meet with each crew and decide which one you like best. Since time is short we need to make a decision today. I have all three crews waiting to meet you. I have scheduled each crew to meet with you for 2 hours. There will be no breaks.” He said.

Robert continued, “Once we have selected the crew, your job then will be about managing and focusing their sexual energy. You will need to go to the build site each Monday morning and start the crew’s week by fucking all of them. Then you will end the week again by having all of them fuck you again. This will keep them horny and create a level of sexual energy to go into your house. The more sexual energy you create, the better the results for your new house. The goal for your house is for it to be a sexual haven, a way and means to make your lives about sex and create your own sexual energy to fill all of your lives. Lisa worried that her new self was going to take the crew away from completing the house, as she desperately wanted this house built.

She asked, “Is it possible to have two crews build the house? One crew to create sexual energy and one to work while we create sexual energy?” She continued, “I think I should be out there every day, but I don’t want it to delay building the house!”

Robert smiled, it was plain that she had turned a corner and he really liked what he was hearing.

He said, “Lisa, what you just said demonstrates your commitment to this lifestyle, and I think it is an excellent way to add the most sexual energy to make this house a success! Two crews is going to double the labor cost, but I think the investment will be worth it. You will have to be out there each day and each day one of the crews will gang bang you at the build site while the other crew works. Be aware that if this is what you want, you will be satisfying a crew of 8 to 10 guys each day every day for the entire work day, and remember you still have duties to perform each morning and evening at home.

Lisa smiled and glowed inwardly, knowing it would be no problem for her new self, in fact her new self couldn’t wait to get started.

Lisa spoke, “Since this is about sexual energy, it only makes sense to have my men at the work site throughout the week so they add their sexual energy too.” Robert thought that was an excellent idea and mentioned that she should do whatever seemed best.

Lisa got dressed and anticipated the remainder of the day which was the start of the rest of her life.

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Jacked By Uncle Jack

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My husband and I had tried for several years to try and get pregnant, trying everything that we could. From aromatherapy to therapists, to temperatures to even having sex upside down. No matter what we did or where we did it, we still couldn’t conceive. After finally determining my husband couldn’t produce enough sperm, we decided to think of things.

“IVF? Adoption?” Jason my husband suggested.

“Ugh, too scientific. Takes the fun out of having a baby.” I replied sitting on the edge of our bed, trying to think of other ways.

“Surrogacy?” Jason asked.

“I want to be the one being pregnant, giving birth.” I insisted.

“Family help?” Jason sighed.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, get someone on my side of the family to do the deed. How would you feel if one of the males on my side fuck you?” Jason explained.

Memories flooded back for me. I had always fantasised about being fucked by Jason’s brother, their father and Jason’s uncle.

“Alright, fine.” I replied.

“Who?” Jason asked.

“Well, if we are thinking right now, the time is right now, Uncle Jack.” I replied.

“He’s good.” Jason blurted out.

“What?” I asked.

“Oh ah, well on the farm during the summer holidays the year school finished, just before I met you he caught me banging away, which was my first time and he helped me. From there on, every so often until I met you, he fucked me.” Jason explained.

“Let’s get Uncle Jack and get jacking.” I said.

Within an hour, Uncle Jack had arrived.

“Uncle Jack, we are in a situation…” Jason began to explain the situation.

While Jason was explaining the situation I sat opposite watching Jack.

“So what we want to know is, would you help us?” Jason asked.

“You going to be involved?” Uncle Jack asked.

“Yeah, I want to.” Jason said.

“Where do you want to do it?”

We lead Uncle Jack to our bedroom, Jason removing his clothes off. Jack and I put our arms around each other and he gently moved in to kiss me passionately. Deep in the kiss he put his hands to the bottom of the top and removing it from me. Once he removed my blouse, I unbuttoned his shirt, kissing the hair free chest as the shirt opened.

Uncle Jack wasn’t that much older than Jason. Jack 35 was 6″4′, 200lbs with a 10 inch cock — fully erect. Jason stood behind me and removed my bra exposing my DD cup breasts to Jack, Jason kissing my back, his arms around Jack.

Jason moved his hands down to Jack’s pants and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants allowing them to fall down. I had thought he wore underwear but his cock was fully exposed. Jason then removed my skirt and panties.

Now the 3 of us were fully naked, Jason moved kastamonu escort apart stroking his cock, Jack on top of me as I lay on the bed.

Jack then positioned his head to my pussy but I moved up further the bed to rest my head for comfort and support. I put my hand on Jack’s head and guided him to lick my pussy. His head at my pussy, he reached up and massaged my right breast. Standing at the edge of the bed, Jason still stroking his cock handed the lube to Jack.

“You want to?” Jack asked Jason looking up.

“It’s alright, you go.” Jason replied smiling at me.

Not only did lube go on his fingers, he got my pussy lubed up as well.

Even I my eyes were closed, I knew Jack’s lips were on my pussy. Jason’s were never as thick or moist. When Jason often licked my pussy I always fantasised about the men in Jason’s family. He devoured every bit of my pussy licking the lips so slowly and when he was around my clit he would speed the licking up a bit.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Oh that feels so good!” I said.

I moved a hand down to my pussy to give it more stimulation, the other hand on top of Jack’s that was massaging my breasts.

“Not done baby.” Jack breathed before drawing up enough salvia and spitting it on me.

“I love a good spit.” I told him.

Jack would either move his face further in my pussy or he would keep spitting.

I managed to look up and see Jason kneeling down (presumably with a pillow), spreading Jack’s ass and licking it, causing Jack pleasure and in turn turning me on.

When Jack had no more saliva left he looked up at me and began inserting fingers into my pussy.

“Finger her Jack, she’ll love that.” Jason advised Jack.

“Oh fuck yeah, YES! So good, so good. Oh YES!” I cried out repeatedly fingering faster to climax and using my pelvic muscles to cause more stimulation for Jack and I.

“I’m CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! SHIT HERE IT CUMS” I shrieked.

“Cum for us baby, cum on.” Jason said. With a little nibble on the side of the labia from Uncle Jack, I came.

Jack thought he was going to miss me cum but majority of the cum went on his face.

Uncle Jack stood up, Jason and I leaned forward and licked my cum off him, Jason now entering his cock from behind, licking his fingers.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Jack sat there with his legs apart for me to give him a handjob while he and Jason kissed, Jason leaning in sidewards to kiss him.

To give more foreplay for Jack, I poured some lubricant on his cock, allowing me to massage it all over his cock, gentle moans emerging from Jack’s mouth, Jason loving the sensation in his mouth.

Once his dick was fully lubricated, I got one hand and kayseri escort made a ring with my thumb and my forefinger and began to pump it up and down. Reaching the top I began to close the ring. Jack had to squeeze his way in as I slid back down to the bottom of his cock.

Taking his cock in both hands, my fingers lightly touched the sides of the shaft. I flicked the penis back and forth between my two hands by holding onto the loose skin of the shaft. I kept on doing this until Jack broke the kiss between him and Jason, telling me he was about to explode.

Jack and Jason broke apart, Jason helping me on the bed, my head resting on pillows at the end of the bed. Jason spread my knees allowing Uncle Jack to position himself. Grabbing his cock, Jack lined himself off.

“Jack off Uncle Jack.” I told him. He leaned over me, his hands at each side next to my shoulder.

“Ready?” He said.

“Fuck me.” I replied.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH YES! YES! YES! OF FUCK YEAH” I cried out.

Jack jack hammered me at about the same speed a jack hammer normally does. Jack hammered right into me, penetrating me, giving me the best fuck I had in my life. Jason had told me before Uncle Jack arrived, when he is fucking away he gets turned on more when the receiver moans and groans loudly.

Jason was behind me pumping his cock away and then squatted to position himself his ass touching my mouth. With Jack pounding away I had no hesitation in sucking Jason’s cock away and giving him not only the pleasure from me but the pleasure through Uncle Jack.

Jason withdrew his cock from his mouth when his dick became limp again.

“Emma is one good fuck.” Jack told Jason.

“I know.” Jason laughed as Jack moved away from me.

“I want to see you two in real action.” I told them.

“What about you?” Uncle Jack asked.

“Oh I’ll be fine.” I grimaced.

Both Jack and Jason embraced each other as they moved to the top of the bed.

“It feels just like yesterday.” Jason said.

Jack made the first move and began to plant soft tenderly kisses on his lips. Moving downwards, Jason’s expression grew more intense.

“The best blow jobs are done by a man.” Jack said to me.

Putting Jason’s semi-erect cock in Jack’s mouth, Jack starting kissing and licking, exploring the different textures, especially the roughish tender head and the soft skin of the shaft. Feeling it growing in his mouth as if for the first time.

Sliding his lips gently over Jack applied more salavia. Jason’s deep breathing and moans of pleasure gave Jack the signs that he was doing it right.

Jack then mixed it up by licking the sensitive underside of Jason’s shaft, and his balls, softly kıbrıs escort blowing on the moistened areas. The combination of sensations looked incredible. Jack and Jason both giving their responses.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMM” Jack mumbled.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH” Jason sighed.

Jack then got one hand got a grip of Jason’s cock around the base and sliding it up and down, in tandem with his mouth.

Concentrating on Jason’s cock super-sensitive head, Jack sucked hard and soft.

Looking at Jason and I, Jack could see the ecstacy he had caused! Jack made eye contact at me first and then concentrated on Jason.

“I love you Jason.” Uncle Jack whispered before placing Jason’s cock in his mouth.

Moaning, “MMMMMMMMMM” every so often Jack let Jason know how turned on he was. Not neglecting the rest of the body, Jack strokeed, tickled and scratched Jason’s thighs, stomach, butt.

Because of the little amount of cum Jason could produce, Uncle Jack removed himself from the bed and allowed me to receive Jason’s cum, just in case. I got into the cowgirl position, my ass on his cock but facing Jason. Jason reached out and began massaging my breasts.

Using his hips he began to thrust his cock in me, the whole cock in my pussy not wanting to lose any precious cum that could become our child.

Uncle Jack grabbed a pillow that was thrown onto the floor and along with a few cushions and blankets he found suggested I lie on them, Jason entering me downwards so the sperm could go up. My legs in the air spread open, Jason puts his hands to hold me on my ankles.

“Hold them near my ass.” I suggested. Getting comfortable he then entered me and began pounding me.

“Oh fuck yeah, cum on honey, this is it. This is the one.” I encouraged him.

“Oh YES! More baby!” I cried out. With his thrust he grunted, moaned and deep breathed.

“Keep going.” Uncle Jack said as he lubed himself up.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH” Jason cried out thrusting himself out.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHH YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME IN MY PUSSY NOW.” I insisted.

“Fuck my pussy. Fuck my pussy out.” I demanded.

Jason with nothing more left, fell back on the bed.

“I’m a bitch on heat. Jack, finish fucking me.” I said.

“From behind?” Jack suggested. Positioning myself on the bed to be fucked from behind I looked forward at Jason and he grimaced.

“Love you baby.” Jason said. Uncle Jack put his hands on my ass, spreading the ass cheeks, giving him easy access to enter me.

“HUH HUH. OH THERE IT IS.” I said, one hand going down to finger my pussy.

“OOOOOHHH OOOOH. AH YEAH” I panted, Jack deep breathing.

“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, fuck yeah. Fuck my pussy.” I panted.

Deep breathing and moaning got Uncle Jack stirring. The more he inserted me, the more I cried out in pain.

9 months later when I went into labour I wanted Jason and Jack to be there. As the paternity tests results came, Jason was the father. Jason and I agreed that when we wanted to have a child again, Uncle Jack would help us.

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Jack and the Beanstalk

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On my job application I hummed and hawed over my curriculum vitae. I’d filled in all the mundane stuff about education, qualifications and that, but I knew these people were interested in whether I could put myself out there, stand up and be counted, not be afraid to make a fool of myself in front of others.

So, after ‘stage backdrop design assistant’, I wrote ‘back end of a cow’.

Then I clicked on ‘send’, shrugged to myself and thought, well, I probably won’t hear from them again.

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When Mum said she was going to show me her costume for this year’s pantomime show I had trouble containing my enthusiasm. This was because I still had vivid memories of last year’s outfit where she’d played, among other non-speaking parts requiring a quick change of costume, a belly-dancer in the local repertory’s slapstick version of Aladdin. For a bit-player, her performance had certainly impressed, and the lead actor admitted later he’d almost forgotten his lines while trying to control his hard-on. In rehearsals, she’d played it straight, but, come the show, it was almost as though she was giving the poor Genie a lap-dance. Mum certainly knew where her talents lay.

So this year, her reward for that performance was…

My jaw dropped.

“Well, Mikey?” asked Mum.

Her voice was a bit muffled, since her head was covered with the rolling eyes, the lolling tongue, and the misaligned horns of a black and white cow. Her legs were encased in pants made from the same colour, held up by braces, ending in oversized hooves at the bottom.

At that moment, Dad came downstairs, holding a long, tufted tail over his arm as you would a handbag, and sporting huge udders dangling from around his waist.

“I feel a right pillock.”

“So you should, Dad.” It was hard to control my laughter, so I didn’t.

But this was part of life in my family. I’d been brought up to appreciate the way Mum eagerly took part in every production of our local am-dram society and succeeded in dragging my ineffectually complaining Dad along with her. Her enthusiasm was so infectious that even I was drafted in with my do-it-yourself talents to help with building the scenery. What she lacked in stage skills was made up for by her unwavering commitment. No part was too small, and I guess you could say that playing the pantomime cow in this season’s production of ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’ might be considered a small part.

“So, how does this,” I indicated the joining of the two of them by bringing my index fingers together, “work then?”

“It’s fairly easy,” said Dad, as though taking me through a particularly difficult algebraic equation, “Your mum stands more or less upright as the front of the cow, while I bend over, holding her at the waist, and act as the back half…”

He showed me by bending over, grabbing hold of Mum around her middle and resting his head on the upper edge of her ass. He jutted his own ass backwards, flicking it to make his tail swish.

“…then we just have to co-ordinate leg movements and away we go.”

“Umm, okay, but doesn’t it offend your masculinity that you’ve got to be the one with the…” I mimed milking a cow.

“I saw that,” said Mum.

I wondered how she saw it through that head, but said nothing.

“I’m offended that you should impugn your father’s artistic integrity…besides which, it’s totally sexist.”

We all laughed. “Yeah Mum, you’re right. It’s Dad wears the udders in this house. And, Dad? You wear them so well.”

He whipped me one with his tail.

When we were all ready, we piled into the car and I drove us across town to the theatre. This was to be their first rehearsal at the venue where I’d already been kept busy for a few weeks now helping to construct the backdrop. While we drove, Mum kept her cow’s head on just for a laugh and we drew some remarkable double-takes from other drivers along the way.

“I’ve got to get used to looking out through this fine mesh by the nostrils – this thing’s not really constructed very well at all, it’s so clumsy…and all these buttons and things make it difficult to get out of when I’ve got to change costume.”

“Oh,” I looked round hopefully at my bovine passenger, “you’re playing other things as well…?”

“Yeah, I’m also ‘second buxom village wench’, and after Jack climbs up to the giant’s lair I’m in a cage in a bikini waiting to be prepared as dessert for the Giant’s lunch. I’ve got a feeling I might be ladled with chocolate sauce for that one since I won’t have to change costume again. The director mentioned something about us acting out some kind of a wrestling match in jelly.”

My mind, not the car, went into overdrive.

When we got to the theatre we went our separate ways – me to the scaffolding of a half-erected giant beanstalk, while Mum and Dad joined the group of actors and director in a semi-circle of chairs to discuss the performance.

From my viewpoint up at the top I was able to survey istanbul escort most of the action down below. There were dressing rooms for the main actors, but those bit-players who had to perform quick costume changes in between scenes had to do so simply behind any convenient bit of scenery available. For example, Jack’s mother’s house was obviously not actually a house, but rather just three strategically arranged rectangles of plywood serving the purpose of a façade. So when the actresses, my Mum included, chose a hidden place to change, they did so behind the walls of the house. The house without a ceiling. Open to the view of anyone sitting on a giant beanstalk. Like me…

But amongst actors, even amateur actors, there’s no room for embarrassment when shucking off their costume to replace it with another, because while you might have only a minute or so to get ready for the following scene, the rest of the cast are working to their own similar time restraints as well.

And this is what seemed to be bothering our autocratic director today. He was shouting at the cast in general, while waving his arms around, that the action must flow smoothly, no awkward pauses between scenes. So it was to my good fortune that he insisted on going over the scene changes several times, holding a stopwatch to eliminate wasted seconds during the changeovers. I took a timeout on my perch to sit and marvel at how the four bit-playing ladies, my mum among them, would run behind the scenery, lift their dresses, unzip their skirts and, ooh, shake off their bras and be practically naked for a few wonderful seconds before pulling on their next costumes, straightening themselves out and jumping back onto the stage to perform some version of a hayseed Can-Can. I just loved the theatre…

Our director, Bernard, seemed to be having a few problems though with Daisy, the cow.

“Ellen, dear,” He called everyone ‘dear’, “we’ve still got to shave a couple of seconds off that costume change into the cow. Now I know that’s difficult for you because you’re just coming on after the busty wench scene, but perhaps you and David can help one another out there…mmm?”

It was not a question, it was a command.

“…and the two of you, I want to see a bit more action from the cow. Remember we’re playing it for laughs. A little skip from the hind legs and a jump and a wiggle won’t go amiss. Let’s take it from where Jack’s leading you downstage along the road to market shall we..?”

So Jack entered, stage-left, lamenting the fact he had to take his beloved dear old Daisy to market, while Daisy for her part made a game struggle against the rope, even pulling Jack back over onto his backside which got a few laughs. She stopped to nibble some grass here, listen to the twittering of the birds there, and skip to a tune that was being played by the roadside over there…

“More lively, Daisy, try doing some sort of jig, you’re a happy old cow..!”

It was their first attempt at this, so there were no markings onstage as to where exactly they should perform their impromptu dance. So, to the urging of, “More lively, get into the rhythm..!” Mum swung her front round, Dad followed suit behind her and promptly dropped off the stage and into the orchestra pit.

All action stopped at that point, with the ridiculous sight of the front half a cow looking behind her in surprise, others peering down from the stage into the depths, and yet others who were taking a break leaning forwards from the stall seats to get a better look.

Then a load groan came from below. People, including myself, quickly clambered down to Dad who was lying in a grotesque position on the floor. It was already obvious from the way he was lying there prone that at the very least he’d broken his leg. While an ambulance was called and while the director fretted, and while Mum, having taken off the head, leant over him, her face full of concern, black humour was already making its way to the surface.

“Maybe we should call the vet…?”

“…a good piece of sirloin for supper…”

“I think we should put Daisy out of her misery. Anyone got a shotgun?”

Mum and I escorted the paramedics and the stretcher out to the ambulance and, since I wasn’t involved in the rehearsals as such, it was decided I’d accompany Dad to the hospital.

After a couple of hours of X-rays, discovering that as well as a multiple fracture of his leg he’d managed to break his arm as well, and after making sure he was comfortably tucked up in a ward bed, I made my way back to the theatre.

I found that rehearsals had just finished for the day and Ellen and Bernard were left sitting huddled in urgent, whispered conversation, centre-stage. I’d already phoned ahead to inform them of Dad’s condition, so, hurrying towards me, Bernard left out the small-talk and got straight down to business.

“Michael, dear, I’m so awfully sorry about David and all that, but you must realize this has put us into rather a quandary izmir escort regarding the part of Daisy the cow, and I’m afraid time is very much of the essence. We’ve got a couple of understudies, you understand, but they’re for the main parts of Jack and the giant. We’ve got no understudy for the part of Daisy. So…we were just wondering, Ellen and I…”

I glanced behind him to where Mum was anxiously chewing at her thumbnail, looking at me imploringly. I knew how much this meant to her.

“So you want me to replace Dad in the cow?”

“Well, you know all the scenes, and with a bit of practice at home to catch up…”

The two of them were now biting their thumbnails.

“…and it’s easier for me to find other help in building the scenery, or, if you might want to do both…maybe…perhaps?”

Bernard raised one eyebrow. Mum raised both.

“Yes, of course I’ll do it, I mean, the show must go on and all that…?”

Bernard heaved a sigh of relief and Mum grinned at me widely, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Good. That’s very good. Michael dear, you’re a trouper, and that’s the highest accolade anyone can give. It’s the equivalent of a medal for valor. Now I won’t keep the two of you, you’ve got your costumes, so, go..! go…! the curtain is about to rise, applause awaits you! I’ll see you both tomorrow at ten sharp…”

Then he made a show of crossing the fingers of both hands and knocking on the wood of every piece of stage scenery he could reach. A bit over-the-top, but, well, actors…

…

We went by the hospital on our way home, but Dad was out for the count, I guess on pain suppressants. A kind nurse assured us that he would be fine but they’d have to keep him in for at least a couple of days since the leg break was not so simple, but that he should be out by the weekend.

A relieved Mum and I drove home. She smiled across at me and stroked my cheek.

“You’re an angel. I love you.” and she leant across to my seat and planted a kiss on my ear before snuggling closer and wrapping an arm round mine. She rested her head on my shoulder.

“I think your dad did that on purpose though,” she giggled.

I looked round at her and found my mouth was in her scented hair.

“He never wanted to do the acting bit anyway; he only did it so I wouldn’t keep nagging at him…” She giggled again. “So, can I now call you ‘Michael Backend’?” Our family name was Townsend, so it had a certain ring to it.

“Only if I can call you ‘Ellen Frontend’..?” I’d just called her by her first name, possibly for the first time ever, but…

“I’d like that.” She reached up and kissed my ear again.

I leant over and kissed her hair. She squeezed my arm. We remained like that until I drew the car into our drive and we both got out, each of us pulling part of a cow corpse behind us.

Mum was eager and chatty as she prepared us a light meal, and it was as though she’d completely forgotten her mangled husband lying in the hospital.

Then it was time.

“Let me just freshen up with a shower and we can get down to business…”

“Okay. When you’re finished give me a shout and I’ll have one as well…”

After my shower I come back downstairs in clean tee-shirt and shorts, to find Mum waiting for me on the sofa…in a bathrobe.

“Okay, Mike, Mister Backend haha, if we’re going to do this we’re going to have to do it properly, okay?”

“Sure, Mum, I mean, Mrs. Frontend. What happens now?” I went to put on my part of the Daisy suit.

“No, not yet…” She stood up, undid the tie at the front of her robe and slid it off her shoulders and let it fall onto the carpet. She stood there in just her bra and panties. I gawped. They were only semi-opaque, and I could see straight-off the dark outline of the areolae and the press of her nipples against the thin silk fabric of her lacey white bra, the top of her ample breasts bulging tightly over the top.

Down below, her matching panties were equally ineffectual in hiding the dark vertical landing strip of her neatly shaved pubic area. She stood there with a half-smile.

“Take it in, Mikey, get it over with. Don’t tell me you’ve not already had an eyeful, I saw you voyeuring from up there on that beanstalk, don’t say you didn’t.”

Damn! It hadn’t been as dark as I’d thought…

“I…I…umm…” I hadn’t taken my eyes off her body.

“…and when you’re comfortable with your old mum, we’ll start rehearsing our part…oh, and by the way, take off your shirt and pants…”

I raised my eyebrows.

“You don’t know it yet, but it gets very hot inside that costume, and under the floodlights we’ll be sweating like pigs…or cows…”

I took off my shirt and dropped my pants. Mum admired me standing there in just my boxer shorts, my dick semi-hard because of…oh hell…my mum.

The only time I’d taken my eyes off her curvy body was to pull the tee-shirt over my head, and izmit escort that was only a split-second.

She looked me up and down with a satisfied smile on her face, her gaze flickering only momentarily as it passed over my crotch.

“Mmm, maybe we should have persuaded Bernard to let us play a horse instead…”

I didn’t know what she meant by that, but before I had chance to reply, she stepped forward and took both my hands in hers and placed them onto her hips. Her own hands she put round my neck. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest…and my dick was jutting out into her lower belly. Without acknowledging that fact, she kissed me on the nose and said,

“Alright then, your poor, crippled old dad showed you earlier how to position yourself, so…” She released her hold on me and spun round so she was facing away, but with my hands still on her hips. I took in her lovely fragrance. “Okay, Backend, reverse until your head comes down to reach the small of my back…”

I did so and, oh God, as my head came down I saw that her panties were hardly covering the cheeks of her ass and the beginning of her crack was visible a couple of inches above the waistband.

“Okay, you have to rest your head down there, it’s important you have good contact so you know what moves I’m going to make and so you can follow me, because you won’t be able to see a thing…”

My forehead rested in the small of her back which left my nose to nestle comfortably between the beginning swellings of her cheeks. And my mouth…no!…Mikey, don’t you dare stick out your tongue and lick her…!

Her own hands she brought up to her waist to cover mine.

“Alright then, let’s try a little trot round the room, shall we? I’ll start on my right foot and you on your left, otherwise it’ll look, umm, even more strange than it is…maybe close your eyes?”

We did a few successful circuits of the living-room, Mum indicating with the pressure of her hands when she was going to turn left or right. A double press was to stop or go. I did as I was told and really did keep my eyes shut, but doing this only increased the sensations of her perfume and the indescribable pleasure of the rhythm of her ass cheeks against my face. When she stopped abruptly though, my mind was understandably elsewhere, and I fell up against her, almost toppling her. My hands released their hold on her waist and went around to the front to catch her by the stomach and my lower body pressed into her back.

“Umm, sorry…”

“That’s okay…”

Her hands covered mine, and for a moment she pressed them into her belly before taking each one and wrapping them tightly round herself so we were standing with no space at all between us. I felt her bottom momentarily push back onto my cock. Then she brought one of her hands up behind her and stroked my cheek.

“Looks like this could be a long evening, Mikey. What say we break open the wine and lighten the mood…?”

I spoke softly into her neck, “Yeah, that’d be great, Mum…Ellen…Mrs. Frontend…”

She laughed and released me and without looking behind, sauntered out of the room, her ass bobbing along hypnotically. I followed her through to the kitchen to find her bending over with her head inside the open door of the fridge. Her pantied ass jutted out behind and I was free for that moment to simply stand there and appreciate its wonderful contours. She wiggled it twice and then straightened up and turned, a bottle of the white in her hand.

She was smiling, and glanced down at the tent in my boxers.

“You voyeur, you…”

She walked across to me. Did her hips always swing so much? And she held the chilled bottle against my protrusion.

“Maybe that’ll cool you down a bit…?”

“I…I…I’m sorry, Mum, I can’t help it, it’s just…Mum, I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re so lovely, you’re gorgeous, you really are, I never realized, you’re…”

Mum was standing there with such a warm smile, patiently watching me getting redder in the face and blabbering on, then held one hand behind my neck and drew my face in towards hers. Our lips met and already her tongue was pushing its way urgently into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and pushed my whole body up against her wonderfully soft being. She giggled into my mouth as the chilled bottle was pressed tightly between us like an intruding iceberg, and we tottered to one side so she could extract it and place it onto the work-top.

With that hand now free, she brought it back and clasped the length of my rod and a guttural moan escaped her throat. While our tongues excavated one another’s mouths, she jerked at my dick through the boxers, but, not satisfied, started to tear them down my legs before pulling at her own panties. My hands came round the back of her and helped in pushing them down over her ass cheeks. I continued to push them down and bent at one leg in front of her in order to loop them off her ankles. My mouth found itself opposite her lower belly. I started to work my way back up again, with the help of her fingers tugging through my hair, my hands enveloping her breasts and my tongue making darting explorations around her navel up to the underside of her bra where I tried vainly to insert it through the extra space offered between the two cups.

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Heidi’s Diary: Day 01

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Dear Diary,

The most humiliating thing happened today. I can’t believe what my assistant Justine did to me. It all started after lunch. I was sitting in my office, preparing some briefs for the McIntyre case, when Justine brought me a cup of coffee. I thought it was so nice of her, little did I know!

She came around behind me for a few moments, and then started rubbing my shoulders, telling me I looked tense. I started to tell her to stop, that it was inappropriate for a college intern to be giving backrubs to an attorney (oh I wish I had!) but it felt so damn good, I just couldn’t bring myself to stop her. Within a minute I had stopped working and was slumped over at my desk. Before I even knew it she peeled my blazer down my arms and then off, saying she could do better if there wasn’t the fabric in the way. I knew I should object, but like I said, it felt so good. In fact it started to feel _good_. I mean, I started to feel a little squishy, and my nipples got hard as rocks. I know I’m not a lesbian, but I have to admit this girl was turning me on. God knows I haven’t gotten any since Brad dumped be six months ago, but that shouldn’t turn me into a dyke!

Next thing I knew I felt her pull my blouse out of my slacks and start to rub my bare back. Now I knew I had to put a stop to that. Anyone could walk in and see this. Even though our firm doesn’t have that many people, and my office is at the end of the hall where no one just walks by, someone still could have walked in at any point. I can’t explain it; it must be that I missed anyone’s touch, even if it was Justine’s. I just couldn’t make myself do anything that might make her stop. Even when she undid my bra, I just let myself float in sensations. She pulled me back to lean back in the chair, and whispered for me to close my eyes and think of lying on a nice sunny beach, that I should just relax. I felt her hands on my shoulders and then running down my arms, then up the sides of my torso. Occasionally she would brush her hands against my boobs, making me jump a little. I remember thinking that it wasn’t her fault; they’re always getting in the way. She kept whispering in my ear about how relaxed I would feel on that beach, as her hands kept roaming over my body. First my shoulders, then down my torso between my breasts, then my arms, then my torso again, then my shoulders and down my arms. She pushed me forward again so I was slumped over and she started again with my back, shoulders and arms. She even picked up each hand and massaged it a little bit. It all felt so good, it was like I was floating on a cloud.

Somehow, I ended up leaning back again, and she was rubbing my shoulders, and then my arms. She kept brushing my boobs even more now, and it felt really funny, because it felt like she was touching my bare breasts. I knew I should open my eyes, and I kept thinking I would do it, but I just couldn’t, knowing it would end the wonderful feelings I was having. Soon, it seemed she was doing nothing but playing with my boobs, even squeezing them and pinching my nipples. I steeled myself and began to open my eyes. Right as I did, my nipples twitched in pain as Justine gave them a vicious tweak, and then she walked away from me. I looked down, and … I was naked from the waist up!

I don’t know how she did it, and how I didn’t feel it, but somehow she had worked my bra and blouse off of me. She must have slipped them over my hands while she was massaging them, but I honestly don’t know how I didn’t feel it. It’s almost like she hypnotized me with the massage. I told her to give me my clothes back, but she just smiled, waved my bra and blouse at me, and was gone. I swore under my breath, and started after her. I couldn’t go out hall topless, so I grabbed my blazer. I wanted to catch her quick, so I pulled it on, and started after her, holding it closed in front of me … and almost ran right into Bob and Steve (two of our firm’s partners) coming back to my office! They needed to ask me some questions about the case, and they wanted to go back to my office. Suddenly, their eyes popped wide as they noticed the ample cleavage I was showing. Cursing Justine, I turned around, and tried to button my blazer without being too obvious. I was only able to get the top button done before I sat down. For the next fifteen minutes I tried to ignore their stares at my chest as we discussed the case. At one point they were reading a document, and asking me questions, and I stood up without thinking and leaned over the desk. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that they had stopped talking. I looked down and panicked as I realized that I could see both of my nipples, and that I was sure they could too. Hell, they could probably see my navel! I was so embarrassed I wanted to run screaming from the room, but I decided I would be better to play it cool, like I didn’t care. I figured lawyers are supposed to be cool under pressure, so screaming would probably be a bad career move.

I kept talking for another ten or fifteen seconds before I sat down and tried to discreetly cover myself a little better. By then I was getting flushed, and I suddenly realized karabük escort that I was incredibly turned on! It’s not like I’m an exhibitionist or anything, but there was no doubt. My nipples were hard and tight, and I was pretty sure my pussy must be gushing into my panties. I started to sweat, and I think I was even breathing hard. Then I started to have a compulsive desire to start playing with myself, which is totally unlike me, but it was all I could do to contain it.

Fortunately, Bob and Steve stood up a couple minutes later and made to leave. Then Steve walked around to my side of the desk, offering his hand as he told me what a great job I was doing. He pumped my hand vigorously, making my unsupported boobs jiggle uncomfortably, but I kept my eyes locked on his, making it hard for him to peek down my blazer. Out of my peripheral vision I could see Bob shift on his feet, but I figured that I needed to stare Steve down, so I kept my eyes riveted on him. After the handshake they both left my office, and I looked down to discover that my right nipple was now completely exposed. I was absolutely mortified, but all of a sudden I was so turned on I couldn’t control it. I grabbed my crotch with my right hand, and just squeezed. I didn’t need to rub, just squeeze, and I came almost instantly. I kept squeezing, and then grabbed my exposed (and now throbbing,) nipple in my left hand, and squeezed it as I tried to get another orgasm. Brad was always trying to get me to play with my boobs, but I never felt comfortable doing it. But today it just seemed so right, so I pinched my nipple hard, and instantly came again.

Writing this, it all seems so unreal. This is not the kind of thing I do. I’m a good girl, I’m an attorney for Christ’s sake, I don’t get undressed and masturbate at work. But that is what I did. It’s like I’ve been possessed.

Anyways, as soon as I could stand up, I rummaged around in my desk, and found a safety pin to hold my blazer together more modestly, and I set out to find Justine. I found her chatting with Melissa, Nicole, and Tina, some of the law clerks in the office. They were in the cubicle farm that is down the hall and across from my office. Justine was showing them something on her phone, and they were all laughing. I went up to her, and told her I needed to see her right away. She smiled at me, as Melissa said “nice outfit” in a really snotty voice. I told Justine that she was in big trouble, and that if she wanted to keep her job, she’d better come to my office right away. That’s when she showed me what was on her phone. It was picture of me topless, with Justine squeezing my breasts. You could see my face clearly, my head back and eyes closed in what looked like ecstasy. Justine’s tan hands stood out against my white boobs as she squeezed them, but her face was obscured by her hair.

She told me I was being very rude, and that I had better be a lot nicer to her, unless I wanted more than just the girls to see these photos. Melissa, Nicole and Tina moved behind me, and Justine stepped right in front of me, penning me in. I started to get flustered, and (I can’t believe it) turned on again. It just wasn’t right, how was I going to establish control if my body kept misbehaving? I tried anyway, telling her that she wouldn’t dare, it would hurt her career as much as mine.

She just laughed at me, and asked “what career? I’m just an intern.” At that point I completely collapsed; it would ruin me if those photos got around. I just said “please, no.” Justine smiled like a wolf that knew it had its prey, and told me I had better apologize for being rude to her. I couldn’t believe it, but what could I do? I managed to whisper that I was sorry. She told me that I’d better speak up, and be more specific. So I managed to stammer out, that I was sorry for being rude to her.

“That’s a start,” was all she said. She then leaned in so her face was close to mine, and asked me if I had enjoyed her playing with my boobs. Actually she said tits, but I hate that word. When I didn’t say anything, she started unbuttoning my blazer. I moved to stop her, but Melissa and Nicole held my hands. Before I could even think to struggle, Justine reminded me that if I wasn’t a good girl she would send out my photos. Soon she had my blazer unbuttoned, and had taken my safety pin. Her fingers started tracing slowly around my nipples. I was terrified someone else would come back and see us, but I was also beside myself with… well with lust. I can’t explain it, but as I looked into Justine’s brown eyes, I just went week in the knees. She asked me again if I liked her playing with my tits (that word again,) and it took all my will to mutter a “no.” She stopped just tracing her fingers along my breasts, and began squeezing them forcefully, mashing them into my chest, and them pulling them out and tweaking the nipples. An uncontrollable moan escaped my lips.

“Are you _sure_ you don’t like me playing with your tits? Tell the truth now.

I managed to gasp out for her to please stop, that someone might come over and see, and she told me that I’d better answer the karaman escort question. I started to worry that I might actually cum, right in front of my intern and three law clerks. I knew I had to get control of the situation, but my brain seemed to be in an erotic haze. Finally, I moaned out yes, that I did like her playing with my breasts, hoping that she would stop before I came.

She smiled at me, and told me that if that was the case, she’d make sure to do it often. With that, she got a good grip on my nipples and pinched them hard enough to make me gasp before letting go. Then she told me that I still was in trouble for being rude to her and that I needed to make it up to her. My mouth dropped open in shock when she said to give her my slacks. I started to tell her to go fuck herself, when the most humiliating thing happened. I started to cry. I’m a hard nosed attorney, not some high-school girl who cries when another girl says something catty. I’m tough. Or at least I thought I was, because there I was, surrounded by four girls that were almost ten years younger than me, with one of them playing openly with my boobs and demanding I take my slacks off, and I started to sniffle, and then sob. I begged her not to take my slacks, that it could ruin me. Justine just smiled and told me that most likely no one would see me, that I just needed to stay at my desk until the end of the day, and then she’d bring me my clothes and I could get properly dressed. It’s so humiliating to think how weak I was, but I didn’t see any way out, so I nodded while I was holding in my sobs, and reached to my side and undid my zipper. Every fiber in my body was screaming “No, fight her,” but I just couldn’t do it. There were too many of them, and I had more to lose than they did. So I slid the slacks down, and kicked them off along with my pumps. I had knee high stockings on, which Justine insisted I give her as well. At this point I was too far gone to assert myself, so I bent over and started to peel them off. I must have jumped a mile when Melissa grabbed my ass, and Tina slid a finger over my panty covered crotch. I shed the stocking instantly and bolted back upright, but Tina’s finger stayed wedged in the crack of my ass, and Melissa kept pinching my cheeks.

I started getting scared that things would get even worse, so I asked them please to let me go back to my office, and for them to let me keep my panties. Justine grinned, and said that it hadn’t occurred to her for me to give up my panties, which almost started me crying again. She then laughed, and said that she was kidding, that she just wanted to adjust them a little. As she said it, Melissa and Nicole grabbed my hands again as Justine grabbed the front of my panties and Tina grabbed the back. The two of them gave me a horrible wedgie, pulling up on my panties front and rear. I bit my lip as my underwear disappeared into my crotch. They even sawed it back and forth three or four times to make sure it was in there good. Justine grabbed my nipples again, and pulled them up hard and twisted them cruelly, starting off my crying again. She told me to go back to my desk, and I would get my clothes at the end of the day, but she warned me that if I moved my panties at all, for any reason, she would take all my clothes, and leave me here. My breasts felt like they were on fire, but then Justine managed to pinch and twist them even harder as she asked if I understood. I quickly nodded that I did, and she let go. She grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, and gave my bare butt cheek a hard slap as she told me to get going. Nicole, Tina, and Melissa moved out into the hallway and started talking, screening the door to my office so I might be able to get there undetected. I hurried to my office, risking a quick peek down the hall right as I stepped in. I swore as I saw another attorney, Derek, craning his neck to see past the clerks. He probably couldn’t be sure of what he saw, but it was way too close for comfort.

I buttoned my blazer back up, and sat down at my desk, and tried to collect my thoughts. The whole thing was intolerable, but I couldn’t see anyway out of it. If I did anything to confront Justine, I’d end up exposing myself to the entire office, and jeopardize my career. I couldn’t even pull my panties out of my crotch. I looked down at them and shuddered. My pubic hair was almost completely exposed, and my “lips” puffed out around the skinny band that had been my panties. To make things worse, I was so turned on that I was starting to ooze around the panties. I was about to get some Kleenex to clean myself up, when I heard Derek talking with the clerks. I scooted my chair in just in time, making sure he couldn’t tell that I wasn’t wearing my slacks. Derek’s kind of a scum-bucket, always hitting on me, even when I was with Brad. To top it off, he’s married. He doesn’t interest me at all, but the thought that I was there wearing only a blazer and panties made me kind of hot. I remember thinking that this was something he had probably fantasized about for years, and now it was in front of him, and he didn’t even know it! Suddenly I realized kars escort that I had been rubbing my thighs together, and was really turned on again. I think Derek knew something was up, but after a while he realized he wasn’t getting anywhere, and he left. Almost immediately my hand went to my kitty, rubbing it to try to get to orgasm, but the noise from the hall made me stop before I could cum.

I tried to focus on work, but always my hand would drift down, stroking my thighs, massaging my crotch, and even outright diddling myself. A couple times my other hand would go in my blazer to pinch a nipple, but they were pretty sore by now. Two times Justine came in, and had me stand up to check my panties. As much as I wanted to, I had not pulled them out of my crevice. Just to be sure, she pulled them up some more, making me even more uncomfortable, but also coming very close to giving me an orgasm. Both times after she left I would masturbate like crazy. By five I was starting to get worn out, sore, and beside myself with frustration. To make things worse, I was out of Kleenex, and there was a puddle of my ooze collecting in my chair. I just know the room had to smell like sex by then.

I was really going at it, when I heard Elaine, our Senior Partner, say “hi” to Justine. I tried to stop quickly, and scooted my chair all the way in as Elaine walked in my office. Elaine is my role model. She’s in her early fifties, is fit, looks great, and is a name partner in our firm. In short, she’s everything I want to be, so I work very hard to impress her, and there she was, standing in my office with me pretty much undressed and masturbating. I was mortified. I asked her to sit down, but she said she had been in a long meeting, and wanted to stand. That meant I needed to scoot all the way in at my desk, to be sure that she couldn’t see that I wasn’t wearing pants. That rested my boobs on my desk, which made my blazer open up even more. I knew I was showing her a lot of cleavage, and as we chatted about the McIntyre case, her eyes kept dropping down to look at my chest. I was so humiliated, but I started getting hot too. My hand was still in between my legs, and almost like it had a will of its own, it started to massage my kitty. I can’t believe it, but I started masturbating right in front of a Senior Partner. I got all flushed, and started to sweat, but I just couldn’t stop myself.

I don’t think Elaine knew what was really going on, but she definitely knew something was up. She kept looking at me with a funny look on her face, which isn’t surprising as I was getting flushed, and starting to sweat, and I was even trembling a little bit. Fortunately I didn’t actually cum, but I was getting awful sloppy down there, and I’m sure the room smelled. Thank God the conversation kind of dwindled, but just as I thought she might leave, she asked the question I had been dreading. She looked at my chest, and was like “Heidi, where’s your blouse?” Thinking fast, I told her I had spilled coffee all over it, and that Justine had run it to the cleaners. She looked doubtful, but she didn’t question it. She just said that although we were a pretty laid back office, and that she had to admit that this look “showed my assets” well, she didn’t think clients would understand. I was completely mortified to have a senior partner talking about my “assets”, and I assured her that I was planning to stay in my office the rest of the day, and I didn’t have any client meetings. She smiled and went on her way. As soon she was out to of the office I sped up my fingers on my crotch and came hard.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the office started to empty out. People would poke their heads in and say goodbye, usually with their eyes bulging when they saw my cleavage. At about 6:00, Justine came in, and said that almost everyone except a couple of the partners had gone home. I asked if I could get my clothes back, and she told me that she had decided I needed to earn the right to get dressed. My stomach sank.

She demanded that I stand up, and give her my blazer. I started to tell her no way, but I noticed she was holding out her phone with a picture of her pinching my nipples. What could I do, she would leave me there with no pants, and once everyone in the law firm so those photos, I’d be too embarrassed to face them. I asked her how I knew that she wouldn’t send out the photos anyway, and just laughed and said that she was having too much fun, and that would ruin it.

Every instinct was telling me to say “fuck off,” and dare her to follow through, but I looked into Justine’s eyes, and saw the determination there. The same emotions of helplessness and weakness that I had felt before came over me again. I actually started to tear up again, and I just couldn’t find the will to resist her. She demanded my blazer again, and when I didn’t do anything, she said that she was leaving, and that I could find my own way out of there. I begged her to stop, and I slowly stood up. She stopped by my door with an impatient look. Finally, I took a deep breath and undid the buttons and gave her the blazer. I covered my boobs with one arm and my crotch with the other, but she came over and placed my hands on my head. At that point, my mind was just focused on the idea that I couldn’t do anything to disappoint her, that I wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences. I just couldn’t think straight, and I passively let her move my arms.

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Showstopper Ch. 04

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Double Penetration

Justin could tell from the way Cathy’s muscles began twitching like falling dominos up and down her body, that she was on the verge of orgasm. Even if he closed his eyes, Cathy’s impending release would have been clear from the way the married woman straddling his crotch was gasping loudly into the sheets below. His dick acting just like a shiver as Cathy anxiously hammered her cunt up and down on top of it, Justin made sure to keep the tips of his thumbs buried ever so slightly in the older woman’s ass until she transformed into a writhing mess on top of him.

Knowing it was probably in everyone’s best interest to get Cathy off as quickly as possible before she surely would have lost the mood realizing her friend Jeri was standing in the doorway watching, Justin couldn’t resist the powerful lure of tempting fate and raising the stakes even more.

Just before pushing Cathy past the point of no return, Justin tightened his grip around Cathy’s waist before whispering down to tell her he wasn’t ready for her to cum just yet.

“WHHAA…WWHHAAA,” Cathy wailed without looking up, frustratedly burying her head even deeper between her arms as Justin pulled back, momentarily denying her the release she so badly needed.

Edging upwards slightly, Justin made sure he kept his cock buried inside Cathy as he reached up to gently rub her back. Peeking over at Jeri and her naked friend as they watched from the door, Justin felt somewhat buoyed in his plan from the way the two women fidgeted as they looked on.

“Shhh,” Justin whispered reassuringly down to Cathy as she straddled limply across his lap.

“I just wanted you and I to come at the same time…that’s why I stopped,” he told the visibly trembling woman before reaching his huge hands under her chest and squeezing her breasts several times.

“Stay just like you are,” Justin added before leaning back and resuming his steady upward thrusts into Cathy Northfield’s soaked and gaping vagina.

Turning his gaze quickly back to the women at the door, Justin felt a seismic tingle work its way down his spine when he saw Jeri slip her fingers down to her pussy and begin masturbating herself as she watched what he was doing to Cathy.

Spending the next several minutes rebuilding his momentum inside the spastic woman draped across his crotch, Justin paid special attention keeping Cathy’s head down and turned away from the spot Jeri, and the woman he would later discover to be Tamra, eagerly watched every move he made. It didn’t take long until his and Cathy’s conjoined bodies took on the appearance of one rhythmic and perfectly morphed, sexual beast.

The longer he fucked Cathy, the more Jeri and Tamra inevitably shifted in the doorway until Justin realized why Jeri had such a refreshingly dazed look in her eyes. Focusing on Jeri’s fingers swirling through the feathery lips of her vagina, Justin suddenly saw the strap-on dildo that was secured around Tamra’s waist.

“She just fucked Jeri with that,” Justin was almost sure of when he saw the glistening sheen of juices covering Tamra’s large phallic spear.

“HHMMMM,” Justin hummed to himself, pondering the possibilities as he steadily shoved his cock deeper into Cathy’s boiling quim.

Sawing his prick in and out of Cathy until she was once again clawing at the sheets, Justin lost himself for a few seconds imagining how Cathy would look getting plowed by Tamra’s strap-on, the same way Jeri apparently just had. The sound of his dick pillaging through Cathy’s pussy now filling the room, Justin nodded for the two women at the door to sneak inside when he sensed the married woman on top of him was on the verge of release.

Watching as both women flared out to each end of the bed, Justin couldn’t help but be struck by the visual of Tamra’s petite and ultra feminine body juxtaposed with the outline of the dildo jutting from her crotch as she took a spot directly behind his head. Jeri, on the other hand, took her place a few steps away from the foot of the bed in hopes that Cathy wouldn’t detect her presence until the time was right.

“MMMMMMM…..GGRRR..AAHHHHHHH,” Justin’s groans increased as he fucked Cathy, looking just like a jockey prodding a horse from the back of the pack in a desperate final push towards the finish line.

“UUHH..UUHHHHH….AAHHHHHHHHH….AAHHHHHH,” Cathy grunted helplessly, her muffled screams cascading through the room as she blindly balled her hands into fists into the crumpled sheets.

Humping her pussy backwards against the younger man’s cock in an unadulterated attempt to siphon the cum from his bloated balls, Cathy was forced to raise her head to breath as her orgasm twisted like a tornado through her spine. Her eyes still closed, Cathy would have probably collapsed right back down without looking if her senses hadn’t been so heightened at that moment. Upon inhaling, she couldn’t help but recognize the familiar scent of Jeri’s perfume. Opening her eyes, Cathy was instantly met with the blurry outline of her naked friend kilis escort crouched less than two feet away.

Wasting no time reaching forward as she watched Cathy’s orgasm tear through her lithe and spasming frame, Jeri stared straight into her friend’s eyes as she took each of Cathy’s nipples between her tweaking and twisting fingers.

“GGRRRAAAHHHH..AAAHHHHHHHHH,” Cathy moaned as if she were giving birth, her release screaming from every pore in her body as Jeri fondled her breasts.

For Justin’s part, he was doing all he could to keep from cumming. Wanting to keep the pace and friction of his thrusts steady as he watched Jeri move in for the sexual kill, he somehow wanted to save his second nut of the evening in case Tamra was able to try something on Cathy with her faux phallus.

Securing the grip on Cathy’s waist with one hand, Justin lowered the other down to the base of his bulging cock and clamped it off just before his raging seed shot deep into Cathy’s quivering and thirsty slit.

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Cathy Northfield was at a complete loss. Her body was drained, her mind wrecked and her senses overwhelmed, and it took every ounce of energy she had left to balance herself of her knees as she straddled Justin’s crotch. Looking up at Jeri with a mixture of gratitude and betrayal as Jeri continued to kneel there, playfully twisting at Cathy’s cherry shaped nipples, all Cathy could focus on at that moment was the warmth of satisfaction she felt coursing through every facet of her being. That, along with the fully erect log of Justin’s penis that remained lodged and throbbing inside her still convulsing womb.

“What the fuck is that boy made of?” Cathy repeatedly asked herself as she marveled at the Justin’s virility and endurance.

All this was before Cathy even realized a fourth person was in the room.

“Hold on Cathy…,” she looked up and saw Jeri’s lips move a few seconds before her friend’s words registered inside her foggy head.”We might not be done here just yet…”

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Thirty-Five and married to one of the wealthiest men in the greater Orlando area, Tamra Riddell wasn’t a stranger to the upscale Florida swing scene. There at the mansion with her Husband, who was busy at the time in one of the private rooms upstairs, Tamra tended to gravitate towards other women when she showed up to such functions. Even though it would have been a subjective measure, if there had been a poll taken of the party’s patrons, Tamra would have been voted the most attractive woman there. A little over five foot two with the perkiness and build of a professional cheerleader, when you added in the 36 C sized implants and the ultra teased blonde hair, you had a feminine specimen that would stop traffic on any street in the world.

The innate ability to turn most any man into a leering puddle of mush had gotten quite boring to Tamra over the years. It was why she’d gradually come to enjoy the conquest of seducing a normally heterosexual woman much more than a man. Taking one look down at Cathy sprawled out and gasping on top of Justin, Tamra knew she’d found the ideal candidate for her night’s fun.

Keeping herself crouched down beside the bed as she watched Justin and Jeri carefully turn Cathy 180 degrees around, Tamra couldn’t help but feel like a hungry jackal who’d stumbled upon a den of sleeping prey as Cathy came to rest face to face on top of Justin’s chest.

Making brief eye contact with Cathy as she settled herself down on top of Justin, Tamra felt an instant shiver of attraction shoot through her body when she saw just how pretty Cathy was. Having fucked Justin several times herself during previous visits, Tamra was fully aware the effect the young man could have on a woman’s sex life. Seeing how spent Cathy’s looked, Tamra could tell the naked woman spread out across Justin’s chest had never experienced anything close to what he’d unleashed inside her. In that sense, Tamra almost felt guilty over what she was about to do.

Even though it was just a brief glance Tamra shared with Cathy, it didn’t seem the unsuspecting woman was bothered by Tamra’s presence, an assumption most likely borne out by the setting they were in. Tamra’s guess was Cathy just assumed she’d come into the room along with Jeri to watch Justin work her over on the bed. Up until the last possible moment, Cathy didn’t have a clue what was attached to Tamra’s waist, or her prowess in using it.

On the other hand, if Tamra had known the back story between Cathy and Justin, as lustfully depraved as she was, Tamra would have probably dove headlong between them like a rabid dog in heat instead of calmly strolling behind Cathy like the cool and calculating sexual nymph she fancied herself to be.

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If it wasn’t for all the time and effort Cathy Northfield spent keeping herself in shape, she probably would have had a heart attack after the workout kırıkkale escort Justin just put her through. Laying there in a sweaty heap on top of him with his eager and fully erect dick still snug inside her pussy, Cathy knew he wasn’t finished with her yet. Despite her tank being on empty, Cathy couldn’t deny the feelings that Justin had unleashed within her, and she found herself more than willing to oblige him whatever he desired in her weakened state. Though she could have never put it to words, Cathy was also desperate to answer the primal call of feeling the young man spew the contents of his boiling lust deep inside her womb. The fact that two other people were in the room to witness it just added to the surreal spectacle of it all.

So focused on the stud penetrating her from below, Cathy didn’t take note of Cathy easing up then moving behind her until she was side by side with Jeri at the foot of the bed. In a matter of seconds, Cathy felt both women’s hands come to rest on her back just before the two other women began simultaneously massaging her lower back and rear end in unison with Justin’s upward vaginal thrusts.

For the next few minutes, Cathy lost herself in the whirlwind of sensations until her pussy was showing its appreciation by once again lathering Justin’s rigid manhood. The feeling of 20 extra roaming fingers only added to the perfection of the moment. Drunk as she swirled in the abyss of endorphins, Cathy didn’t notice when 10 of those fingers suddenly disappeared from her skin just before Jeri leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“Hold on real tight Cathy,” her friend spoke slowly before extending her hand. “There’s going to be a jolt..just hold on tight to me.”

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A jolt was an understatement, it was more like a nuclear shockwave ripping through Cathy’s crust when Tamra mounted her ass from behind.

“There had to be another man in the room I didn’t see,” Cathy thought to herself when she felt the phallic shaped force invade her virgin anus.

The longer she laid there, impaled already on Justin’s cock, flopping and flailing as another appendage pressed ruthlessly between the crack of her ass, the more Cathy realized it wasn’t another man inside her. Contemplating the softness of the hands braced now on her waist along with the smoothness of the thighs pressing forward against the back of her’s, Cathy felt the naughtiest shiver ever work its way down her twisting spine.

Even though that was the first time anything that substantial had penetrated her rear, Cathy quickly sensed it wasn’t a real cock bearing down on her rectum. Craning her neck enough to steal a quick peek behind her, she could see Tamra kneeling there with an evil grin of intent plastered across her flawless face. The thought of a strap-on phallus had been an X-rated concept Cathy had only heard about in passing, but now it had become very real for the married mother of two.

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Flat on his back beneath the pile of female flesh thrashing above him, Justin calmly extended his legs out allowing Cathy to use his chest like a scratching post as Tamra worked her fake cock deeper one centimenter at a time.

His head swooning feeling Cathy’s vaginal walls flex and fire each time either he or Tamra so much as moved a muscle inside her, Justin leaned forward and whispered into the older woman’s ear.

“Do you want her to stop?” he asked.

“No,” Cathy choked a few breaths later, her body nearly blotted out now by the three people surrounding her.

Despite her best efforts, Tamra could only fit a few inches of her strap-on in Cathy’s behind, but it was more than enough to do the job.

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>From her vantage point beside the threesome on the bed, Jeri couldn’t

help but appreciate the silent sexual chemistry Justin and Tamra had as they reamed Cathy from both ends. In the right light, it almost looked as if some alien lifeform had captured Cathy and had begun breeding her in a way no human could fathom. Sticking her arm into the mass of humanity, it felt like she was reaching her hand inside a funnel cloud as she tenderly massaged Cathy’s pounding temple.

The sensory feast being that close to it all nearly made Jeri’s mouth water. Seeing the way Tamra had caused Cathy’s pink asshole to expand to ungodly proportions, Jeri couldn’t help sneaking her free hand between her own thighs as the scent of Cathy’s freshly fucked pussy wafted up to her with each jackhammering thrust Justin made into her sloshing quim.

Loving the dominate and decisive way Tamra held Cathy by the waist as she took her anal cherry, Jeri could feel her own pussy drowning her fingers knowing she was in the exact same spot a half hour earlier. Seeing Cathy’s facial muscles cringe and crumple each time Tamra reached down and twisted the shaft of her phallus deeper, Jeri was determined to time her self induced orgasm to kırklareli escort the inevitable eruption in front of her.

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Feeling as if she was floating in a pit of fire, Cathy found herself mesmerized by the duel sensations of Tamra’s heavy breasts resting on her back at the same time she rutted against Justin’s chiseled chest below. Any hint of decency or decorum on her part had evaporated long ago. The poised and polished host, the one who spoke to thousands of people at a time on live tv, had been replaced by a screaming and naked shrew who’d willingly given her body to two virile and potent lovers, allowing them both to fill her simultaneously with their special gift. Cathy only hoped she would cum before she passed out.

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Part of Justin wished he could have been a fly on the wall at the moment of Cathy’s release, just to witness how carnal the intertwined foursome looked as they thrashed on the bed. Another part of him was very content however to just lay there and feel Cathy’s pussy convulse and flair like a stoked oven as she pressed her tear-soaked face against his chest.

Reaching his hands up to Cathy’s waist and locking them around Tamra’s already cinched fingers, the pair collectively pushed the naked woman between them past the point of delirium. Feeling the excursion and joy of year’s worth of suppressed want bleeding from Cathy’s lungs each time she screamed, Justin knew the cum stirring in his balls wouldn’t be sheathed for long.

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Losing her tether to consciousness, even though her mind was on the verge of shutting down Cathy’s body continued to grind in overdrive, her crotch working like a paint mixer as she franticly tried milking the two appendages stuffed inside her. Digging her fingernails into the flesh of Justin’s meaty shoulders, Cathy buried her face dead center between Justin’s pecs as he shot his rich and frothy semen deep between the burning hearth of her vaginal walls.

Feeling Tamra lower her full weight down on top of her back as Justin’s manhood gushed inside her, Cathy felt her eyeballs begin to tilt backwards in their sockets when Tamra sadistically began churning the strap-on like a corkscrew into her stretched and pulsing ass.

Within two breaths, everything for Cathy went black.

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It was well after Midnight by the time Cathy finally folded her spent and tattered body into the passenger seat of Jeri’s car for the long drive home. As sore as she was, Cathy knew it was nothing compared to the agony she’d be in the next morning. Thankfully she’d already hatched a plan to tell her Husband and Kids about how much she’d danced the night before during her ‘Girl’s Night Out”.

Cathy knew on some level she’d probably never spend another night like she just had, that all her angst and pent-up need had finally been satiated. Picturing herself as a moth fluttering precariously close to a flame, Cathy felt burnt to a crisp as the fallout of the evening gradually settled like ashes over top of her.

She knew she’d wouldn’t likely cross paths with Tamra again, and even if she did, Cathy cringed knowing she never actually got a good look at the woman who’d so brazenly taken her anal cherry an hour or so earlier. Justin, on the other hand would be another story. Cathy had no clue how she could ever meet gazes with his Mom at work without blushing mightily, knowing the unspeakable truth about her Son and his splendid wares.

Stealing a quick peek over to Jeri as they navigated the deserted streets, Cathy felt flush seeing the twinkle in her friend’s eyes, as if Jeri was filled with pride knowing she was the one who’d given Cathy a night she wouldn’t soon forget.

“Have a good time?” Jeri asked.

All Cathy could do was nod then sigh.

Jeri understood completely.

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It was two months later, and if possible, Cathy Northfield’s life had returned to its bland and predictable routine. It was a typical mid-week, late evening shift on air, and at the end of it was an hour long exercise demo show. Cathy hadn’t given it much thought until right before the airtime when she saw the two models from her voyeuristic soiree several months earlier suddenly walk up to the soundstage just before the light went on. For just a second it felt as if a fist had struck her in the solar plexus.

Cathy surprised herself by how well she handled the internally awkward situation. Somehow she’d made it through the entire hour with barely a blush, wandering eye or even a vocal slip-up as Becky and Kevin worked up a sweat to each side of her. By the time the shift was over and she signed off air for the evening, Cathy truly felt as if she’d turned the corner with the demons that had been torturing her.

Like most declarations of sanity and control however, Cathy may have been a bit premature.

Heading back to her office as she always did after her shift was done, water bottle in one hand and her post-show notes pressed against her chest with the other as she fished for her key, just as Cathy was about to put it in the lock, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kevin and Becky walking down the far hall, still in their sweaty workout attire.

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Reluctant Cuckold Ch. 01

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Tony sat at the bar taking one last sip of his beer. He decided he wanted out of there. Absolutely nothing going on or at least coming his way. Another wasted night for Tony. This really sucked. He looked at a pretty blonde who was talking to this black guy at the opposite end of the bar. Well, good for them Tony thought. At least he was going to get some fresh pussy tonight.

Tony sat his beer glass down on the bar than tossed a five dollar tip down for the bartender and made his way out of the bar. He got into his car and looked into the rear view mirror before starting the engine. He could see a couple making out in a truck that was parked across the way.

This place had always been known for a good pickup bar but Tony wasn’t having any luck. This was the forth weekend in a roll. God knows how many women he approached, danced with, bought drinks for and so on. Tony just lost his touch when it came to picking up women these days.

He started the engine and drove off making his way back home for the evening. The drive only took about twenty minutes. He turned down his street and saw a white car parked out in front of his house. He pulled into the driveway pushing the garage door opener as he pulled up and into the garage. He got out and looked over at that white car. The engine was running but Tony couldn’t see inside the car. It was almost pitch dark out. Besides, it looked like the windows were tinted.

Tony unlocked the house door as he pushed the down button for the garage door. He turned on the kitchen light. Everything looked the same as when he left it this evening. He started walking toward the master bedroom as he unbuttoned his shirt. He popped the bedroom door open. The bed was still made. Cindy wasn’t home yet.

He tossed his shirt over onto a chair and pulled his pants down. The faint smell of Cindy’s perfume still lingered in the room. After brushing his teeth and taking a piss, Tony splashed his face with cold water and dried it off before crawling into bed.

His dick was semi-hard so he started playing with it making it come to life. He fantasized about that blonde woman at the bar tonight. Tony remembered the red dress she was wearing. She certainly felt good when they danced tonight. After buying her a drink and a short talk, she had somehow ran into that black guy when she made a trip to the ladies room. She never came back. Last time Tony saw her was when he was leaving the bar tonight.

Tony kept stroking his cock making it hard feeling his balls churning with cum. He really needed to cum tonight and was hoping to score with one of the sluts at the bar tonight. He stroked his cock feeling the wetness around the head. Tony wasn’t huge, perhaps a little over six inches in length. Kind of a skinny cock too but Tony never got any complaints. Cindy was always satisfied when they fucked.

God, how long has it been? Three months? He sure wish Cindy were home now. He’s ask her to fuck. Tony kept stroking his cock wondering about Cindy. It couldn’t have been ten seconds when Tony heard the lock on the front door click.

Tony stoked his cock a little longer than stopped and pulled the blanket up to his waist. He positioned himself on the pillow and quietly laid there until Cindy walked into the room. He could barely see her in the dark but heard Cindy kicking her heels off in the corner of the room. Next came the purse which she threw in the chair. The sound of the zipper at the back of her dress could be heard next.

Tony could see her arms twisted back pulling the zipper down. He could see her shadow stepping out of her dress. Tony barely saw her ass wiggle and knew she was lowering her black thong. Tony remembered seeing it out on the chair this evening.

Cindy walked into the bathroom closing the door. Tony heard the light click on in there as he laid quietly on the bed. He could hear the water running at the sink. An idea hit him suddenly as he quickly got out of bed reaching down for that black thong.

Tony put the little garment kilis escort next to his nose and sniffed. His heart was racing as he smelled the thong. It smelled of sex. Perfume mixed with a masculine smell. Damn, Tony thought. He moved his fingers to the crotch area. It was still wet. He put the tip of his nose right into the crotch taking a deep whiff. It was definitely male cum. Tony kept sniffing and squeezed the thong in his hands. He than put the thong back down on the floor and went for the dress next.

He picked it up smelling it in several places. Perfume, that masculine smell and a little masculine smelling cologne. He quickly put the dress back down on the chair but didn’t get any further when the bathroom door opened. Cindy saw Tony standing at the foot of the bed just before she was about to click off the bathroom light. Cindy was still naked.

“Your still awake?”

Tony looked like the cat that just swallowed the bird. “Uh. Yeah. Had to go pee. How was your night?”

Cindy sighed deeply. “Uh….Tired.”

Tony walked closer starring at Cindy in the glow of the bathroom light. Tony stepped past her on his way into the bathroom.

Sandy finally asked. “How was your evening?”

Tony stood in front of the toilet trying to pee again after telling her a lie. “Fine. Kind of hung out at the bar for a while.”

Cindy was still standing in the doorway. Her long blonde hair looked like she had just brushed it. Tony tried not to stare but took a double take when he saw nibble marks around her tits. Tony couldn’t help but comment on them.

“Who is this guy? A vampire?”

Cindy had that look like, what are you talking about until she saw where Tony was starring. She turned to look into the bathroom mirror. “Oh God.” She said as she rubbed the area just above her hard pink nipples.

All Tony could get out was a fee dribbles since he’d peed just before Cindy got home. Still hard and still horny. All Tony could think about was to fuck right now so he quickly grabbed Cindy by the shoulders and twisted her around grabbing her waist putting her ass on the sink counter.

“Tony! What the fuck are you doing….?”

That’s all Cindy got out when Tony pressed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue deep inside her parted lips. She tried backing away at first but let him kiss her fully for a minute or so even kissing him back briefly. Tony finally pulled away leaving Cindy gasping for air.

Still holding onto her waist and trying to catch his breath as well. Tony asked. “You got fucked good didn’t you?”

Cindy shook her head back and forth. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

Tony pressed his lips to Cindy’s again. It was turning him on thinking about who his wife was fucking. Cindy was able to move her head a little getting out a short sentence.

“Tony…….That’s enough…….Stop…..”

Tony lowered his face to her tits kissing around her nipples and all around those little red bit marks. He than started kissing his way up toward her neck and soon discovered hickeys on her neck. Tony couldn’t resist kissing and licking her neck and chin area. Cindy was trying to push him away without any lick as Tony worked his lips around covering her lips with his again.

Within moments Cindy finally gave in holding onto Tony’s shoulders as their tongues mingled together.

Things were getting more passionate by the second as Tony lowered his lips to one of her pink hard nipples and began sucking and biting the tiny hard orb with his teeth. Cindy cupped the back of Tony’s head enjoying his mouth on her breast.

She rubbed her hand around playing with his hair as he moved from one tit to the other leaving a wet trial in between. Tony than lifted Cindy’s legs as she arched her back placing her hands directly behind her as Tony lifted her ass and dropped to his knees. He dove his face between her open smooth thighs taking in the smell of recent sex which was driving him more kırıkkale escort insane.

Tony began pushing his tongue between Cindy’s pink pussy lips tasting her sex and what Tony thought was male cum. Cindy held one hand on the back of his head still propping herself up with the other hand behind her back.

“Oh God Tony….Your tongue feels hot….”

Tony licked and sucked trying to absorb as much of the creamy nectar he could. It didn’t matter if he was licking and eating another man’s sperm right now. He was too horny to even think about what he was doing.

A few minutes perhaps and Tony stopped pulling his underwear down his legs.

He positioned himself between Cindy’s legs pressing the head of his cock between her wet pink pussy lips. They looked rather puffy already but that only drove Tony more insane as he pushed forward slicing into her wet waiting pussy.

Cindy felt hot and wet. It wasn’t until he got fully inside her when he realized she felt more loose than usual. Cindy was always tight for him but her pussy felt like she’d just had a baby. Tony started to fuck her anyway ramming his cock in and out of her like a jack rabbit in heat.

Cindy put her hands on Tony’s shoulders. Although she sat with her mouth wide open enjoying the fuck Tony was giving her. Tony could tell it wasn’t the same for her but continued pushing in and out of her wet pussy anyway. White foam started to form around his cock. Tony figured it was a mixture of her lovers cum and Cindy’s cum.

“Can you cum?” Tony asked.

Cindy was breathing heavy with her eyes closed as she replied. “I don’t think I can……So tired……”

That was her excuse. Tony wasn’t buying it but he kept fucking Cindy until he came sending his cum as far up inside her as he possibly could.

Cindy didn’t cum. It seemed as if she was just giving him the pleasure of allowing him to cum tonight. Perhaps she could sense Tony was horny and didn’t have any luck tonight. She was just doing him a favor.

Tony backed away allowing Cindy’s legs to drop down so she stood up allowing his cum to fall down to the floor with a plop.

Tony walked back to bed while Cindy cleaned up a little and soon joined him. It had been four months since they decided to have an open relationship. They weren’t getting along too well and it all started with the subject of having children. It was Tony’s fault they couldn’t have any and he blamed himself.

Arguments arouse into shouting matches and one day they decided to take a break from their marriage. At least in a sense of a normal marriage. They still were in love but things weren’t the same right now. Tony knew Cindy had been seeing someone. He’s spotted the birth control pills about two weeks ago when she left her purse wide open in the kitchen. He remembered the way he felt that day. Kind of made his heart drop and skip a beat but at the same time it aroused him to make his dick get hard knowing Cindy bought those pills to have sex with another man.

He never confronted her about them nor did he ask any questions about the person she was seeing. He wanted to know now and planned to ask her as he waited for the bathroom light to go out. Cindy crawled into bed along side him. Tony didn’t waste a second before putting his hand over onto Cindy’s pussy mound. He took his fingers and pulled on her inner thigh trying to move her legs apart just enough to poke a finer into her wet pussy slit.

“Ouch……Not so rough Tony. I’m sore down there.”

Tony responded. “Gosh baby, how big is this guy your going out with?”

Cindy half moaned trying to pretend she was too tired to answer his question. “I don’t know…..”

Tony wasn’t that observant tonight when she first came home other than noticing the wet thong and the smell of her dress but he could tell she was drinking tonight from the smell of her breath. A light bulb just lit in Tony’s head. Cindy’s pussy was shaved smooth. She hadn’t done that since kırklareli escort the first couple years they were married. Tony decided to ask questions. He knew Cindy always talked the most when she had been drinking.

“So baby. What’s this guys name anyway?”

“Dan.” Cindy replied in a low voice.

“Do I know him?”

“I don’t think so?” Cindy sighed.

Tony was still poking his finger between her pussy lips only being real gentle in doing so. He poked the tip of his finger against her clit making her body tense up.

“Feel good baby?”

“Yes but I’m so sore there…”

“I’ll be gentle. I promise.” Tony kept playing with her clit getting more response from her body. She was actually squirming around a little as he gently played with her clit.

“Did he fuck you more than once tonight.”

In a light moan like sound Cindy replied softly. “Yes……”

Tony was getting hard and wanted to know more.

“How does he fuck you? Do you ride him or does he get on top?”

“Both ” Cindy purred and added “Dan likes doggy style too.” She giggled taking a deep breath as Tony played with her clit and added more. “Dan likes to see my tits swing back and forth when he fucks me doggy.”

“That sounds so hot baby, I can almost see you pushing your sweet little ass back against him.. Tell me more about Dan baby. How tall is he?”

Cindy moaned as Tony kept playing with her clit. She replied softly. “He’s tall…..Six-Seven. He’s really muscular. Very strong.”

In almost a trance like she were sleep talking Cindy added with a giggle and a low sexy voice. “Dan held me up and bounced me on his cock.”

This was driving Tony crazy. “Sounds so hot the way you tell me baby. He’s got to be hung pretty big isn’t he?”

Cindy moaned as Tony kept working on her clit. He wanted to know how big this guy was she was fucking and she was just about ready to tell him he thought.

“Oh….That feels Good…….” Cindy put her hand down over Tony’s pushing his fingers more tight around her pussy.

“How big do you think he is baby?”

Cindy purred. “Big…..Thick…..”

Tony egged her on. “You think he’s eight inches?”

“Bigger.” Cindy purred

Tony replied. “Nine maybe?”

“Oh God that feels so good. Keep rubbing my clit like that.”

Tony’s fingers were getting wet from Cindy’s pussy. She was dripping now as he played with her clit. He still wanted to know the size of her lovers cock.

“How big is he baby. Tell me.”

Cindy was arching her back now ready to cum but she finally gave Tony his answer.

“Over ten inches and as thick as my wrist. I know because I compared my wrist to his cock.”

Tony went off when he heard Cindy’s reply. He almost popped his nuts trying to imagine a guy that big fucking his wife. No wonder she felt so loose tonight. Cindy always loved it when he licked her pussy to make her cum so he quickly crawled up between her legs and started working his tongue on her pussy.

“Oh God your so good with your tongue Tony. You do it the best.” Tony skillfully worked his tongue on her pussy working the tip of his tongue on her clitoris. He knew what she liked orally even though it has been months since he did oral with her.

Cindy came good and hard against his face kicking her legs out high in the air as she came. She let out a loud scream at the same time. Tony figured she was fantasizing about this guy named Dan. Tony made her cum one more time before Cindy lay there totally exhausted and limp as a dead fish.

Tony was hoping they could fuck again but Cindy fell asleep almost instantly after the second orgasm. He at least got Cindy to talk a little about her lovers vitals. He laid his head on his pillow thinking about how aroused he got listening to Cindy answer his questions.

He’s love to watch them fuck. He started wondering about the relationship he had with Cindy. He loved this woman so much but it turned him on listening to her talk about fucking another man. He knew all about these things from reading stories on the internet. Could he be a cuckold? All sorts of things entered his head. Was Cindy in love with this guy or was he just fulfilling her sexual needs? Tony had all sorts of thoughts going through his mind. Took him an hour to fall asleep.

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She Hates Me? Not! Pt. 03: Together

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Thanks for coming back for the third chapter of this story. For those who are just discovering David and his ladies, you may want to get caught up before you go ahead. The first chapter, Monica, is in the Erotic Couplings category. Chapter two, with Monica’s mother Karly, can be found in the Mature listing.

Please enjoy this one, and let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading.

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Life as Monica’s boy and Karly’s toy settled into a routine. I don’t mean that in a negative way. They were both full of surprises, exciting, and lots of fun in the sack.

What I mean is that I was spending a lot of time at the Pudzianowski household. Monica and I would meet up, go out for a movie, or a meal….whatever….then end up back at the house, in her bed. Several times we walked in right past Karly, which felt a bit strange. She would just smile, lick her finger, and mark another ‘one’ on her imaginary scoreboard. That meant I owed her another one, and the debt was growing.

I really expected to end up the meat in a well endowed, dirty-blonde sandwich. In fact, I was looking forward to it, but it never materialized. Instead, I woke up a few times with Karly’s lips on mine, or better yet, on my dick. Then she’d spirit me away to her bed, and show me that experience was a wonderful thing. My god, that woman could fuck. She was insatiable, and after spending a few hours pleasing her, I would often wake up to the dawn. My apartment was rapidly becoming the place I went to change clothes, and little more.

***

“Hello, David.”

“Hello Karly,” I replied. I talked to her quite often now, daily, if not more. Most of the calls were pretty straight forward…’I’m horny, when are you coming over to fuck me?’….or words to that general effect. Occasionally, she’d just tease me by describing what she wasn’t wearing, but that was not really necessary, as her body was indelibly etched, in all its luscious, buxom detail, into my memory, as was her daughter’s. I wondered what she was up to today. Maybe I should take the lead. “What are you wearing?”

“Nothing,” she laughed, “but that’s not why I’m calling today. I have an idea I’d like to run past you, if that’s alright?”

It was unusual for her to be so serious, and so….polite. She was usually very direct, and told me what was going on. For her to ask me for my opinion only made me more curious.

“Yeah….sure. What’s up?” I asked.

“Well, you live with some roommates, right?” she asked, “and you pay rent?”

“Yep, rent, part of the utilities and groceries, too,” I answered. “Why?”

“I’ll get to that. Are you committed to those guys?” she continued. “Will they miss you?”

“No. They’ll just find someone else for my room. Karly, tell me what you’re thinking, please?”

“Wanna move in with us?” she cooed. “You’re here most of the time anyway.”

Ah, there’s the Karly I know. Straight up and direct.

“Um, where is this coming from?” I replied

“The offer is from me,” she said, “but it’s not just to get you into my bed. I’m thinking practically, as well. I have things I need done around the house, that I’m paying someone else to do. You know….man things, other than those of a horizontal nature. I’d rather pay you. Living here would save you money, and we’d both love to have you here. Seriously, David….I have the room. What do you say?”

It was quite the tempting offer. Save money, make more money, live in a much, much nicer place….and get even more access to the considerable charms of both my ladies. Well, when you put it that way….

“Okay, I’m in,” I said calmly.

“Ooooooo, goodie, goodie!” she giggled, “Monica will be so happy.”

“I’ll bring some stuff over later today, if you want,” I said, already liking the idea of upgrading my roommates to include the two lovely ladies.

“Good,” she purred, her voice reverting to her usual smokey tone. Business was concluded, now down to the more important stuff. “I’ll keep my pussy all ready for you. We can celebrate together.”

‘Celebrate’. Yeah, that’s my Karly. I’m sure she was planning to ‘celebrate’ me unconscious.

I’d better go pack.

***

I don’t know what you imagine having two highly sexed, incredibly beautiful women as roommates would be like. I hadn’t really given it a lot of thought myself, in advance of it coming to fruition. If you think it would be nothing but non-stop sex in one bedroom or another, you’d be wrong.

There was also the kitchen, dining room, living room, several bathrooms, and even a closet. Outside, there was the deck, and the grassy backyard. I was beginning to think I should have kept my old room as well, just to have someplace to go to rest. They were killing me.

It wasn’t all fucking and blowjobs, of course. I did have a list of chores that needed my attention, and it wasn’t a terribly long list. I started to welcome my chore time, as it was always less tiring erzincan escort than playing sex-test dummy with the ladies. Not complaining. Just saying that the two of them were more than a match for me.

Most nights, I slept with Monica. She was getting pretty attached to me, at least outside of home. She made it very clear that I was spoken for, whenever we interacted with friends, and I felt the same way. She really was a wonderful woman, everything a man could want, and then some.

At home, though, I was community property, and Karly didn’t need to ask if she wanted to borrow me. It was generally first cum, first served, if you’ll pardon the pun. If Monica had early classes, I would usually sleep in Karly’s room, so she could sleep without interruption, and I couldn’t. Karly didn’t believe in sleeping away good fucking time, at least, not until she was exhausted.

***

Monica walked into ‘my’ room, smiling as usual. She was fresh out of the shower, towelling her hair, and clad in a sexy little robe. Her motions caused her boobs to jiggle, and my eyes were drawn to it. She caught me ogling her, not that it wasn’t the general idea of her presence.

“Hey baby. What’s on your schedule for today?” she asked, cheerfully.

“Well,” I answered, “I guess that depends on the weather. I had a few things to do outside, but….” I gestured to the window, where rain was pelting down amid the grey skies. “I guess I’m on rain delay.”

“Hmmmm. What to do?” she giggled, tossing the towel aside. She undid the sash on her robe, and I knew my study time was over, for now.

It really didn’t matter how many times I had been with her….her naked body in my arms….she always had my complete attention when she removed whatever she was wearing. She just had that kind of attraction to me.

Monica knelt on the foot of the bed, and started a cat-like crawl toward me. The weight of her breasts pushed her robe open, and I watched them sway enticingly, until she pressed them into my face. She was warm, fragrant, soft, and perfect. I nuzzled into her welcoming cleavage, feeling the firm globes surround my face. I nibbled on her erect nipples, suckling them gently.

“That’s nice, baby,” she purred, caressing my crotch with her hand. I kept grazing on her stiff pink buds, and she kept palming the bulge that was growing quickly, until she finally tugged the waistband of my shorts down, and extracted my penis, stroking it firmly. “Oh yes, that’s my big boy. Let’s put this thing to good use, shall we?”

She smoothly raised up, threw her leg over my hips, and dropped her already well lubricated pussy over the head of my cock, wiggling her pelvis rhythmically as she impaled herself.

“Oh, that’s so fucking good,” she grunted. I was still moored to her breast, and moaned softly at the incredible sensation of her warm, snug walls gripping the length of my dick. She rose and fell in a slow, sensuous cycle, tensing and relaxing her well exercised kegal muscles, something she knew drove me crazy. I released her nipple.

“Oh my god, Mon….you know what that does to me,” I whispered, laying back to enjoy the ride.

“Yes, I do,” she giggled, leaning down to give me a passionate kiss. “I love that I can get to you that way. It makes me feel warm inside.” Her feelings were showing.

“So that’s the source of the heat!” I joked, happily accepting another kiss from her succulent lips. The robe finally fell away completely, cascading like water from her shoulders. She laid flat against my chest, and rolled over, pulling me on top of her with ease.

“Come on, baby….fuck me like I’m a rental,” she moaned. “Do me hard! Use me for your own pleasure.”

Well, if you insist, my dear.

I hooked my arms under he legs, spread her wide, and leaned into her. Monica yelped in surprise, but smiled at me.

“Yeah, baby,” she growled, “stuff that big cock into my little pussy so deep!”

I fucked her, pounding that pussy into submission….screwing her like I was paying by the minute, and wanted to get myself off before I ran out of money. In this position, I could watch her body as it absorbed the fury of my assault. My favourite part….two actually….of the view, was her breasts, of course. They wibbled, wobbled, shook and bounced in three dimensions, like watching jello in an earthquake.

She was squealing, sharp little ‘eeps’ and ‘oooos’ that told me she was having nearly as much fun as I was. The squeals became screams, as a bright flush erupted across her face, neck and chest, and she came. The echoes of her joyful shrieks hadn’t even died out when I joined her, pumping a huge load of hot cum into her cunt. She gasped, and smiled, caressing my back as I grunted through the spasms.

“Good boy,” she cooed. “That was exactly what I needed….a very intense quickie.”

“It was fun to watch, too,” Karly quipped from the doorway, “especially from this angle.”

I rolled erzurum escort off Monica, and looked at her Mother, leaning against the door jamb, with her arms crossed over her huge chest. She winked at me. I smiled back.

“You really do have a nice ass, for a guy,” she laughed. “It looks yummy bouncing up and down like that, flexing while you fuck my little girl’s pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her make noises quite like that. Maybe you can make me sound like that, later today?”

After I have a nap, I thought, curling up, and feeling the warm, fuzzy feeling surround me.

***

It was a Tuesday morning, I think, not long after I had moved in. I was in the kitchen, resting back against the counter, drinking my morning coffee, when Monica breezed in.

“Morning, baby,” she said cheerily, almost singing the words. She leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips, patting her Mother’s head. “Good morning to you too, Mom.”

“Mmmm hmmm,” Karly replied.

I feel like I’m leaving something out here…. Oh yeah, now I remember. Did I mention that Karly was naked, on her knees, and giving me a rousing good morning in her own way?

She bobbed her head a few more times, then pulled back. Her hand pumped my slick shaft while she spoke, and a thick, viscous string of saliva connected her lower lip to the head of my dick, until it snapped, and hung off her chin.

“Do you want some, honey?” she said softly to her daughter, holding my cock angled in Monica’s direction. “I think he’s about ready to pop!”

She was right about that. Before Monica came in, Karly had been using all her considerable cocksucking skills on me for about ten minutes. I was so close to cumming, I was shaking.

“Thanks for the offer Mom,” Monica laughed, “but I’ll leave it for you. I had plenty of it last night, and it was wonderful,” she continued, her tone softening, the words directed at me. Her eyes sparkled. She leaned in for another kiss, this one more substantial than the previous quick greeting. “Besides, I shouldn’t go to class with cum on my breath. Someone might get the wrong idea.” She winked, and wiggled her ass at me as she left.

“Bye stud….bye Mom!” she called over her shoulder. “Don’t make him late for class, and don’t wear him out….I’m sure I’ll want some when I get home!”

“Have a good day, baby,” I called back. Karly’s response was muted by the presence of my cock, wedged deep down her throat.

I was looking down at this beautiful woman as she swallowed my shaft, and she stared back up at me with her smokey blue eyes. She searched out my hands, first one, then the other, placing them atop her head, which she had previously led me to believe she didn’t like. Once my hands were in place, she dropped hers to her sides, submitting to my use.

I began to fuck her face, gently at first, then, as I felt the inevitable explosion approaching, a bit harder. Karly was snorting, quick, sharp breaths timed to be taken when my cock wasn’t filling her throat. She was also moaning loudly, urging me on, welcoming the surge of spunk that was now mere seconds away. One last thrust into her mouth, and I held her head tight, lips tangled in my pubes.

I came. Oh boy, did I cum. Blast after exquisite blast of hot semen ricocheted down her throat, as I emptied my balls, and she just gulped it all happily, humming that little tune like she had our first day in the shower. When I was finished, only then did she reluctantly release her suction, letting my slowly softening rod, slip from her mouth, and taking a well deserved breath.

Speaking of well deserved breaths, I was taking a few myself, trying to catch up. I looked down, and Pudzianowski Cum Slut, version 1.0, was still happily cleaning my dick of all residual sperm. She was finally satisfied with her task, and stood up with a smile.

“I was going to have yogurt for breakfast, but yourgurt is much more my style!” she giggled. “I’m going back to bed. Hint, hint.”

I had a little over two hours left before I had to be in my class. It would take me twenty minutes to get there. Add ten minutes for a shower. That left about ninety minutes to enjoy the pleasure of Karly’s company. That should be long enough to make her toes curl a couple of times.

I followed, like an obedient puppy, in her wake as she turned to go up to her bedroom. I know I just blew my wad down her throat, but watching her magnificent ass from close range, as she strode up the stairs, was making my dick twitch back to life.

A product of her stringent exercise program, Karly’s behind was the most perfectly formed piece of feminine pulchritude it had ever been my pleasure to meet in person. Supple, yet firm, it had been sculpted over a lifetime of bike riding, karate, jeet kune do, and jiu jitsu. Of course, since she knew I was right behind her, and was most certainly paying attention, she took every opportunity to shake it for my entertainment. Swinging eskişehir escort her hips wide, she giggled teasingly with each step. I placed a hand on each of her hips, caressing her cheeks, and her giggles transformed into growling moans of encouragement. By the time we staggered, in each other’s arms, into her bedroom, my cock was standing at attention again, ready to plunge into her juicy cunt. I know it was juicy, because I had two fingers wriggling about inside it.

“Come on baby,” she groaned, slipping out of my grasp, and laying back on the bed. “I’m ready. Just get to it. Fuck me. Now.”

Like I said before….straight up and direct. Karly was nothing if not confident.

I joined her on the bed, and she reached down to help my prick navigate into her pussy as I positioned myself atop her.

“Son of a bitch!” she grunted, as I pressed fully into her with one smooth thrust, stretching her hot cunt wide open. “I still can’t believe that monster fits in my little girl’s vagina.” She smiled, and gave me a soft kiss. “I guess she’s not so little anymore, is she?”

“Not the last time I checked,” I laughed, beginning a gentle rhythm of strokes into her. The ‘last time I checked’ Monica was last night, a fact I’m quite sure Karly was fully aware of, as volume control was not a priority in Monica’s mind, or her bed. Some cowgirl, missionary, doggie, and a few other positions I didn’t have names for had brought about five shrieking orgasms for her, and one big one for me, which Monica had swallowed with ease. “I imagine you heard us last night. Did we wake you?”

“No,” she breathed, absorbing my thrusts happily. “I actually find the sound of you two making love relaxing. I’m glad she has someone who can satisfy her. After I get myself off a few times from listening to you, I sleep like a baby. This is better, though,” she grinned, wiggling her hips under me.

I always figured Karly’s fingers were busy between her legs, when we were busy in the other room. Hearing it straight from her was strangely exciting, and I started to pound down into her a bit harder.

“Oh yeah, baby…..give it to me harder! Fuck me with that big fucking cock!” Her eyes locked onto mine, the cool blue colour a stark contrast to the fire behind them. “Make me cum, lover. I need it!” Like a junkie needs a fix.

She displayed her remarkable flexibility, deftly swinging her legs open wider, then up, to rest her calves on my shoulders. It gave me another half inch of penetration, and made her lose her mind. She started screaming, and I felt her pussy ripple and clutch at the length of my shaft. I kept drilling her furiously, and she screeched even louder, clawing at my backside as she urged me on.

“Fuck! Faster!….. Cumming….. Ahhhhhhhhhhnnnn!” she gasped. Her cunt became like a soaking sponge, squishing juices out around my dick with each stroke. She felt wonderful, of course, but watching her cum was enough to push me to the edge.

“Where?” I growled. Her eyes opened wide, and she smiled.

“Fill me up, stud!” she groaned, grabbing my ass through the last few frantic jabs that preceded my release. “Ah, yes…..such nice, hot cum,” she breathed, while I grunted and pumped the contents of my balls into her.

Her legs slid off my shoulders, and she wrapped them around my waist, pulling me closer, and cooing softly in my ear. “That’s it, baby. Fill my happy pussy with your nice warm spunk. Thank you so much. That was wonderful.”

When someone as beautiful and sexy as she was thanks you for doing something that, truth be told, you did as much for your own gratification as any other reason….it’s a pretty big ego boost.

I rolled off, laying spent beside Karly’s sweaty form. I closed my eyes, listening to her licking her fingers as she dipped them into her gooey, overflowing pussy and transferred the contents to her hungry mouth

“You know,” she whispered, after a few mouthfuls, “I love the taste of your jizz, by itself, but add a bit of my own juice for seasoning, and it’s the best ever.”

“Glad I can be your supplier,” I laughed. “Now, I need a shower, and to get to school. Thanks for the memorable morning, honey.”

Memorable. Yeah, good luck concentrating in class after that.

***

It was a Saturday afternoon. I was out in the backyard, cutting the grass, and sweating under the hot sun. Everything that made the yard perfect for casual football games…. big, flat and open….made it hell to take care of. No trees for shade, except for a few around the back corners, it was an oven, and it was my job to keep it cut. Because it was so open, it would get baked out if it wasn’t watered often, which the built in sprinkler system took care of, but that also meant it grew like crazy.

I was cursing the heat, walking the long straight lines behind the mower, headed away from the house. I got to the back fence, did the turn, and set sail toward the front. I saw some movement at the sliding glass doors that opened onto the deck, and focused on it. It took me a few seconds to penetrate the glare and identify what it was.

Karly was standing in the doorway, naked, holding a razor and can of shave cream. She wagged them at me playfully. I killed the mower, and walked up onto the deck, sliding the door aside.

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Sheila’s Adventures in Adult Videos Ch. 04

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Sheila didn’t want to publish this story under her own Lit name, so I let her post it under my account. I hope you enjoy her story, and if you have comments I’ll make sure she gets them. I told my view of her early ‘movie career’ in my recounting under Sisters, Friends, and Lovers – Chapter 23. Enjoy her account; this has a lot more details than my reporting, plus she takes the story into later events I didn’t write about. There’s a lot more about Sheila in both this story and my accounting so read SFL too (excuse the plug for my own work). Here’s her story just as she wrote it (and I edited it). As usual it helps to read the chapters in order. Regards, Steve.

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We had quite an evening after we got back from dinner. Wes and Ted tried to satisfy Em, Ann, Maryanne, and me. The boys liked the ratio, and the girls liked the results. The girls decided that if they couldn’t get a cock in the right place, the extra girls would put on a show for everyone else. Thus, I found myself fisting Maryanne again, only this time she’d already been fucked and had a full load of hot cum in her pussy from Wes.

I got Maryanne to the point where she was popping off a significant orgasm every couple of minutes, and that’s when I went to work on her A-spot. She kept moaning, “I can’t believe I’m such a slut; I’m sooooo happy,” over and over again with a upbeat tone to her groaning ramblings.

Maryanne started to writhe, thrash, squirm, and rotate her body around my wrist and hand, and while that proved to be a show of its own, the more significant part of our interaction was the dirty talk she then launched into – actually it was talk interspersed with gasps, sighs, and moans indicating great sexual satisfaction.

“Oh, fuck, Sheila. Your hand feels so good in there – you’re hitting all my spots, all the spots that even a big cock doesn’t touch. You keep making me cum, and I know I’m flooding you with my sex juice. I love to taste it, especially on your lips when you kiss me, for then I know you had been eating me. This is so nasty, your fist in my cunt. I love being a slut. I wish you had a foot-long cock I could suck and fuck to make you happy. Oh, fuck me some more.”

I started to stroke her A-spot, and that’s when Maryanne came unglued. Less than a minute passed between the time I started to stroke there and when she exploded into what may have been the most intense climax of her life up to that point.

“OH, JEEESSSSUUUUSSS. FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEE.” Maryanne screamed. There was no doubt it was a scream of passion and pleasure, a point we all appreciated because we were outside on the patio and I was sure that the sound traveled at least far enough to reach the neighboring houses, and probably the police station five miles away.

I slowed down but kept stroking away inside her twat, at least until she finally grabbed ahold of my wrist and slowly pulled my hand from her body. “Oh, God, Sheila. I can’t take anymore. You … you’re the devil and an angel all in one. I love you, but you’ve got to stop and let me recover.” She kept muttering about ‘God’ and ‘Slut’ after that. I had a brief thought about what fundamentalists would think about her linking the terms together in the same sentence.

We lay there and I held her for a while. Ann came over, “What’d you do to her? I want some of that too. Can you show me?”

I got a devilish smile and stroked the chaise next to me. Ann lay down, and we started to make out, and it wasn’t too much longer before another scream echoed down from the LA hills.

* * * * *

There’s a highly satisfying feeling about going to work with that freshly fucked feeling. As a woman, you know you’re desirable, loved, cared for, and might even feel a little slutty in a good way.

Even more satisfying, is when the job you are going to involves getting fucked even more, with the potential for new and exciting partners, satisfying exhibitionism, still more orgasms, and exceptionally pleasing sex.

Thursday morning, we arrived at Wes’ office. He was driving the Jag, and Em and I were wedged into the passenger seat with the seatbelt around both of us. We were dressed more formally – for an office meeting, but this was the way he wanted us to appear as we started the film.

Wes had an office on the second floor of an old Hollywood building circa 1940s only a couple of blocks off Rodeo Drive. He had the entire floor, with one large room full of computers, large screen televisions and computer displays, and mixing boards. A Nashville studio might envy just the sound equipment he had. That day a room and the hallway down the hall from the editing studio had been upgraded to look like the boardroom and outer secretarial quarters of a billion-dollar a year executive.

Em and I were to have various roles as the day went on and Wes filmed us in a series of short ‘office’ clips. We were going to take turns playing the secretary-who-gets-seduced, hatay escort the female executive who dominates over some macho men, and the office girl who just has to jill off thinking about her date the night before – until she gets caught by her boss who then lays the pipe to her.

Nancy, our make up friend, did her wonder on us, making us look like strong, professional women. I got to thinking that this was how I dressed all the time when I went to work at the museum. I’d have to pay a little more attention to my make up after this, as Nancy showed me a few things I hadn’t realized about how to make myself look more desirable.

There wasn’t a whole lot of imagination required to carry out the roles. The cameras started rolling about ten o’clock and the video shoot for each segment ran about an hour. Wes had lined up six men to appear with us, and they were all dressed in business suits, rep ties, and loafers with tassels that looked really upscale – very Wall Street.

Em started, and soon was coerced by Cal – her stud, to go into the boardroom for a quickie. After that, as I was learning, it was formula. She sucked him for a while, he ate her and fingered her a lot as they worked off each other’s clothing, and then she rode him cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggie, prone, and then missionary with a money shot or cream pie at the end. I watched from the sidelines, and Em was a good actress and gave a credible performance. Wes’ praised her work after the camera stopped rolling, and it was my turn to do something similar with Kurt – the man rapidly becoming my onscreen boyfriend.

We broke for lunch, and then did several more scenes, one on the secretary’s desk just outside the boardroom. Wes allowed Emmy and me to do some sapphic loving on the boardroom table late in the day. Since the two of us were sort of in love, we put a lot of emotion into it, and Wes said it showed on film.

Much to our surprise and after pleading with Wes, Maryanne joined us as a third ‘secretary’ in the typing pool who just wanted to get off with the other girls. Em and I turned her every which way but loose when we had the opportunity.

We ended the day when Em, Maryanne, and I took on Cal, Kurt, Ryan, and the other three men in a beautiful swinging orgy scene where we each got to fuck each man. I felt certain that boardroom table had never seen such hot action. By that time I’d found a path to orgasm heaven, so I kept having real orgasms right on camera much to Ann’s delight as she videoed each one of them with each of the men.

When we ended we three girls were snowballing cum with one another, and we were dripping cum from our pussies that Ted captured in a rare video showing three drippy pussies as we kissed each other with some of the same fluids.

After we broke, Wes, the three of us girls, and hunky Kurt and Ryan went to dinner. We had returned to our dressy clothes so were a pretty chic group, although none of the women wore panties or bras. We all flirted outrageously with each other, did a lot of illicit touching throughout the meal that consequently included a heavy dose of laughter. Many of the other diners near us watched our group, and some also caught the spirit of happiness and joy and horniness surrounding us.

The six of us went back to Wes’ house where he declared he had a surprise for Maryanne. He went into the grand room and popped a DVD into the player and up on the large screen came the lesbian scene of the late afternoon starting just at the point where Maryanne joined Em and me, and we went to work on her sexy voluptuous body.

The filming was a raw and unedited, but it was sexy and arousing as all get out. Maryanne blushed a bright scarlet color, but liked the movie.

Wes said to her, “You know, I’d like to use that if you’re willing to give me permission. You are a good little porn star, as well as a great assistant. What do you say?”

Maryanne hemmed and hawed for bit, but said she sign off the next day. I could tell she was a little worried about her parents or others she cared about finding out about her sudden new career. I made a note to talk to her about how I’d been outed and coped with it back east almost a year earlier.

We paired up for the evening, Ryan with Em, Kurt with Maryanne, and Wes with me. Maryanne looked worried about going off with Kurt, but I heard him promise he’d be gentle with her. When you have a schlong about ten inches long and as big around as your partner’s wrist, it tends to strike fear into the hearts of those who haven’t tried it yet. As expected, Maryanne looked exceptionally satisfied the next morning.

* * * * *

Friday, when we got up, Wes announced that the ‘studio’ would be coming to us that morning. Just after breakfast, a large and expensive RV pulled up in front of the house. Inside were Ted, Ann, Jon, Bert – a lighting and staging guy, Nancy – our makeup artist, Mike and Brad – two actors, and ığdır escort a man named Pete who drove the rig. It was crowded, particularly after Wes, Em, Maryanne, and I got into the motorhome. (Kurt and Ryan had left for their normal jobs.)

Wes had seen the unit before, and had previously decided that all the prep on us and equipment would be in the one bedroom at the back of the unit, and all the filming would be done in the mid-section or living room area, or even further forward nearer the driver.

Based on what I heard, Ted and Ann had already worked out filming patterns, and Jon had planted microphones around the RV feeding into a multi-channel recorder; he wouldn’t be using a boom mic in the close quarters. Bert had set various lights around inside, many indirect so even if a camera scanned across them it wouldn’t white out the video.

With that as prelude, Wes laid out the plot. “We are going to a nearby shopping center. Em and Sheila will somehow start talking to the ‘guys’ running the RV, and will be invited to take a little ride. One thing will lead to another, and they’ll end up riding around and fucking like bunnies. There isn’t much mystery to it, but I want it to have a more erotic feel to it than some of the other RV porn out there. I also want it to look more like everyone is falling in love with everyone else. Thus, I want to use some high contrast scenes, have you guys be more loving and tender, engage in a lot more kissing and hugging, and be a lot more sensuous and slow in your movement as you get into the sex. Take it slow and sexy.”

He’d no sooner finished giving us directions when the motorhome came to a stop. I looked out and we were in a shopping center parking lot with dozens of cars all around us, and shoppers heading into the nearby mall.

We got into the back of the RV and peaked through a curtain as Ted and Ann filmed Pete, Mike and Brad looking out a window and trying to pick girls they wanted to ride around with for the day – even girls they’d like to start something serious with. It wasn’t the macho, testosterone, chest-thumping discussion I’d heard other men have in other films. This was more measured and sincere – the inner men talking to one another.

Em and I then went outside, and we were filmed from inside the RV as we walked from what looked like our car towards the mall. I studied the RV and noticed that the tinted windows prevented a blatant display of what was going on inside at a casual glance, but nonetheless a careful observer could eventually make out what was happening. I tucked that away for future use.

Mike and Brad came thundering out of the RV, and struck up a conversation with us. Ted and Ann were right there filming. We had a relaxed conversation, expressed curiosity about the RV, and got invited inside for a tour and a cup of coffee. We were all dressed very nicely, and were obviously flirting with each other, although no obvious pairing had taken place yet.

The cameras followed us into the RV where we met Pete, the driver. Mike asked, “Would you like to drive around as we talk? I promise we’ll bring you right back here when you want.”

We agreed to that easy request, and off we went.

Brad produced a couple of cups of coffee, as well as a couple of muffins. We sat and talked and flirted. Eventually, Brad who sat next to Em teased her into a kiss. It was a hot kiss that got hotter with each passing second. That kiss led to Mike and I kissing up a storm too, and then Brad and I were kissing while Mike and Em made out. Things escalated from there.

Bit by bit, things got more passionate. Wes would occasionally utter an instruction or two about the action, poses, dialogue, and such, and we’d pause for a moment and then re-do that part of the scene. Close by, and I mean right outside the windows of the RV, we looked down on the tops of cars on some freeway as we headed north.

With a lot of care and romance, Em and I gave parallel blowjobs on Mike and Brad. Partway through the scene, we switched partners. We were topless at that point, but Em’s skirt had been hiked up to her waist and only her thong seemed to show.

After many minutes of filming the blowjobs, we switched around so that the two men were eating Em and me. They swapped around too, changing partners a couple of times for the camera, and even joining together to do each one of us simultaneously. Em and I lay back next to each other holding hands and kissing each other, as our pussies got pleasured. Mike was incrementally better than Brad, and sure knew how to use his fingers and tongue to excite my clit. He kept giving me little orgasms.

Eventually, the two men removed the remaining one or two items of clothing we each had on, and then we started fucking as we hummed along the highway. The quarters were tight, but that made filming more a challenge for Ted and Ann than for us.

While we started in a sort of missionary way ısparta escort as we lay side-by-side on a built-in sofa, we switched to the women on top of the men, one cowgirl, and Em reverse cowgirl.

We were bouncing along fucking like that when I got quite a surprise. I looked out the window and only about six or seven feet away was a large semi-trailer truck, with the driver and a passenger. They were both watching me ride Mike in the cowgirl position facing the window. My boobs were flailing around as I bounced on top of him. The passenger gave me a big smile and thumbs up sign. I didn’t break stride, but I did smile at them and shook my boobies at them. Ann captured the moment on film.

The truck tried to pace us for a long time, so they got to watch us performing and fucking up a storm for about five minutes. At that point, Pete got worried about them weaving into us, so he slowed way down and got in the right lane for a while. The semi pulled away, and kept heading north after giving us a couple of loud blasts of their air horn.

After we’d been messing around for a couple of hours, Wes declared a break in the action. He and Pete talked briefly, and the next thing I knew we pulled off the highway and into a Cracker Barrel restaurant with dozens of rocking chairs lined up in front of the place on the porch. There were two other RVs at the place too. We dressed and went into the place for lunch.

We were seated at two large tables, and Wes invited critiques from everyone about the filming so far. He also had a list of suggestions of things to try in the afternoon as we turned around and headed south.

Because we wanted to stay outside of LA County because of the Condom Law that required porn actors to wear condoms while we wanted to go bareback, we opted to drive north for another hour before turning around.

Em, Mike, Brad, and I quickly got back into the mood as we got underway after lunch. We were kissing and making out more, paying more attention to making our actions seductive and sensual, and even spiritual, as we interacted with each other. After a break in the action, Pete drove the RV through a cloverleaf and we ended up heading back south.

We had another couple of other encounters with trucks that could see enough of us through the tinted windows on the RV to make it interesting for them. We got chuckles at the cheap thrill we were giving the drivers or passengers who were lucky enough to be riding as high off the ground as we were.

The guys gave us two cream pies somewhere along the route. Em and I then put on a show for the guys as we ate up the fluids from each other. We then started blowjobs on the guys again, until we were able to have them cum on our faces and tits for the camera. At one point, I went up and as Pete drove along, I gave him a blowjob so he wouldn’t feel left out. He was a happy camper, but the large front windows were less tinted, and my nakedness and sucking action were very visible to anyone peering in the large front windows of the RV, either from oncoming traffic or from a rear view mirror. After a licking and sucking up of cum from everyone, Wes declared we were done.

Just as Em and I lay back with a sigh, our wet cum splattered pussies still leaking some remnants of earlier orgasms, Pete yelled back that we were just entering LA County. He took the first exit, drove along some non-Interstate roads, and ended up back at Wes’ home. I learned that his home was just over the border from the county by less than a mile; that was why we hadn’t had to use any condoms in the video shoots we did at his house – we were just outside the county.

As people started to get out of the RV, Em and I disembarked in nothing but our birthday suits. Anyone driving by and looking up at the house would have seen two naked females among those standing around.

Wes invited everyone inside for some cocktails and heavy hors d’oeuvres that most of the crew considered dinner. Everyone accepted his hospitality. Mike, Brad, and Pete had not seen the home except briefly, so were duly impressed with his home. Still roaming around the kitchen nude, Em and I got everyone refreshments and food, and then went skinny-dipping into the pool.

To our surprise, Maryanne stripped and came in right behind us, and then so did Nancy, Ted, Ann, Jon, and then Wes and the others. We created what Nancy called, ‘Nude Soup’ – a large warm basin of pool water full of nude people.

Now, four of us at that point were somewhat sexually sated because we’d been fucking more or less for about six hours, but everyone else was horny as hell having watched us performing for the better part of the day.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when the various nude bodies started to come together and various sexual activities started.

Nancy latched onto Pete, and in only seconds they were on one of the chaises with Nancy riding Pete for all she was worth. Ann and Brad coupled too, followed by Wes and Maryanne, Ted and Em, and Mike and me. Jon turned the Ted and Em coupling into a threesome with a DP almost immediately too. Bert joined Mike and me, and I found myself spit roasted as I took turns sucking on their cocks and getting fucked one more time on one of the chaises.

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