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My Tainted Aunt Ch. 02

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Things slowly settled down in George’s house, I still found it hard to call him Dad though, after thinking of his Brother Bob as being my Father for so long. Aunt Madge and him were living in the house that I had been brought up in and as far as I was knew, Bob was struggling to keep up the payments and keep Madge in the extravagant lifestyle that she had been used to with George. It was all they both deserved anyway, the evil bastards, I thought to myself and it was about time that I reminded my dear Aunt of that fact.

George had taken me under his wing and was teaching me how to run his business. The way he had it set up was to give him maximum return on minimum effort, which gave us most afternoons free to do what we liked. He had given me the upstairs bedroom, the cubby-hole that Madge had originally put me in, the bitch, so I didn’t mess up the other rooms. The difference being, that he also gave me free rein and all the money I needed, to do any alterations I wanted, which included converting the whole attic into my own private apartment. I had never had it so good and had incorporated a few changes to one of the rooms myself.

It was the largest room of them all and I completely made it over to be a dungeon, complete with a private room, off to the side. One wall held a vast array of the tools of the Master’s trade, everything that I could lay my hands on. Floggers, whips, clamps, restraints, the lot and of course, a whole variety of vibrators, dildoes and butt plugs. The end wall was dominated by a St. Andrew’s cross, the best money could buy. It could be rotated, placed at any angle required and was fitted with numerous wrist, ankle and body clamps. The ceiling had eye bolts and pulley blocks which corresponded to ones fitted to the floor and the final touch was that behind the stone clad facade, was enough sound proofing to ensure total privacy. I had installed my own video and sound system in this room and ensured that it was not hooked into George’s. He had caught me out with that one before.

The boys at the gym knew something had changed in my life and were keen to know just what it was that was making me strut about like a dog with two dicks, but until I had everything set up and in place, I kept my news to myself. When the time was right, I would throw an apartment warming party the likes of which, they had never experienced and probably, never would again.

As the renovations were nearing completion, I called Aunt Madge and told her that I would be coming over to see her in half an hour and that she should be dressed in her shortest mini skirt, white blouse, stockings and suspenders, high heels and no underwear. She began to object at having her nephew make such demands of her, so I told her that she had just better be ready and hung up the phone.

I took a few things from the wall, which I thought I might need to help persuade Madge that any show of resistance to my demands was pointless and in addition, I included the video of how George and I had made her our cum slut so readily. On the drive over to my ex-residence, I felt myself getting hard at the thought of having Madge do everything and anything that I wanted with her mature, but still very attractive body. It had been a while now since I had fucked my slutty, sex slave Aunt and my balls ached at the prospect of her swallowing their hot slimy load.

“Hello Aunt Madge, you are looking very nice this afternoon” I said as she answered my knock on the door, “I’m pleased that you saw fit to obey my wishes”

She blushed and looked angry at knowing she had to comply with my demands and said,

“Gordon, this can’t go on. I have to try and be a good wife to Bob, not your sex slave, to be used and abused as and when you see fit. You and George got what you wanted from me, isn’t that enough?”

I could see tears of frustration build up in her beautiful eyes, which only did more to harden my resolve so, meanly I said,

“Do you want to give me a blow job here on the front door step, or are you going to invite me in, slut?”

A look of defeat crossed her eyes, her shoulders slumped and she opened the door to let me in. I went right through to the main living room and sat down in one of the old, but comfortable armchairs, followed closely by Madge teetering on her highest heels. She didn’t quite know what to do at this point and stood nervously, just inside the door so I pointed to a spot in front of me and said,

“Stand there and strip down to your nylons and heels, I want to inspect my whore and see that has been keeping herself in shape for me”

She was blushing furiously and was about to say something, but I gave her an angry glare, which cut her off before she could get started and she duly stood in front of me. When I waved the video in front of her, she didn’t keep me waiting any longer and while she was removing her blouse and skirt, I felt myself becoming erect.

Her body had recovered well from the abuse that, my Father George; and I, had given her a short time ago. For her age, she had the shape of a woman half her years, but as she stood there awaiting my inspection, a frown of displeasure crossed my face and her hands pendik escort instinctively tried to cover the stubble which graced her pussy and she visibly trembled as I growled,

“Drop the hands slut! It is too late; I’ve seen the sign of your defiance decorating your worthless cunt. Did I give you permission not to shave? I want you smooth for me, at all times?”

Her hands dropped meekly back to her sides as I got up from the chair and walked behind her, she gasped as my thumbs and fingers took her already stiff nipples and roughly, rolled and pinched them. Using my grip on her nipples, I led her to the coffee table, laid her face down on the cold marble top and tied her arms to the legs of the table, her legs I placed either side and secured them with more rope, this kept her buttocks and pussy raised up to give me easy access. I took the nipple clamps from my bag, dangled them in front of her and said,

“As you like decoration on that juicy cum hole of yours, you can wear these for a while; they may help to remind you that I want my cunt bald and not covered in a mat of wiry hair”

She cried out as the clamps took hold of each of her puffy labia and I tested their tightness by giving the chain a hard tug. Not wanting her to alert the whole neighbourhood to the fact that her nephew was abusing her, I strapped a ball gag to her mouth and continued to pull her pussy lips as wide as I could and taped the chains to her legs. When I finished adjusting her position, I rammed three fingers hard and fast into her unsuspecting pussy and followed that with my thumb probing deep in her tight ass hole and said,

“Ummmm not very wet yet, Auntie dearest, I think I’ll have to warm you up a little”

The riding crop had a leather flap at its end and would do nicely to heat up her totally vulnerable and exposed clit. It was just as well I had gagged her, because at, the first swipe of the crop on her tender sex her body went rigid and without the ball in position, I’m sure her screams would have been heard two blocks away. After five direct hits her clit was an angry red colour and swollen to twice its normal size. I massaged it with my fingers and thumb and was rewarded by a trickle of juices running down her thighs and over her stocking tops, it seemed that she still enjoyed a bit of pain to get her going. Replacing my fingers with my rock hard cock, I laid a few stripes across each of her tight buttock cheeks, revelling in the feeling of her inner muscles clamping my shaft with each stinging stroke of the crop.

Her pussy had made me so wet with her juices, that I prised open her anal opening and easily pushed my way past her sphincter and buried myself in her rectum, my balls slapping her blood engorged clit. I fucked her hard and fast and sensing that she was past screaming, I released the ball gag, wanting her to take my load down her throat. A few more thrusts and I pulled out and held my greasy cock to her lips. Reluctantly she opened wide, knowing that to resist would be futile and I slid my manhood over her tongue and into her throat. She overcame her gag reflex and started swallowing. Her throat muscles milking my cock head felt wonderful and very soon I pulled her head hard against my stomach and gave her my first blast of hot spunk.

After I was spent and she had cleaned me properly, I released her and told her to fetch a razor and shaving cream, she was going to sit in a chair, legs over the arms and shave herself for me, while I told her about the party I was going to have.

Every time the blade passed near her swollen clit, she winced and looked at me pleadingly, but I ignored her silent plea for mercy and revelled in her discomfort, not only at the pain she was inflicting on herself, but at her total embarrassment at being under my control. I told her that on Saturday night, three days from now, she and Bob were to come to our house at seven o’clock to get ready for my house warming. She was to wear her Domme outfit, Bob his subbie gear and they would be putting on a show for my friends from the gym.

When she heard what I had planned for them, she nearly cut her tender lips with the razor and I laughed, wondering what her reaction would have been if I had told her everything that would take place this coming Saturday. As much as I was tempted to empty my load into Aunt Madge’s freshly shaved cunt, I resisted the urge and left, reminding her that she and Bob were not to have sex before the party and not to be late.

I was very pleased with the alterations to the attic and could hardly wait for Saturday night. I had chosen this weekend, knowing that George and Mum were going away for a romantic break together and I would be left to my own devices. I phoned the gym and got hold of Eddie, told him that him and the rest of the regular members were invited to my house for seven thirty and that they could look forward to a wild night. He asked about girls and I told him that that had been taken care of, if he was game for a gang bang as there would only be one woman present and she would take care of all our needs. That would be cool with him and most of the guys, but what about Rico and his three pendik escort pals, he then asked. I assured him that they wouldn’t be disappointed either and hung up, chuckling to myself.

As in every gymnasium across the country, there were always a few of the members, like Rico and his pals, who had a leaning towards the same sex and although they worked out and looked as macho as everyone else, they got their sexual gratification from having sex with other men, or to be more precise, raping weaker men who crossed their paths and I had a feeling that after the floor show which Madge and Bob would put on, Bob would be the next victim of their perverted lust.

My mother and George left for their ‘dirty week-end’ as they jokingly called it, on Friday morning and after a leisurely lunch and shower I made my way to the gym to hang out with the lads. As I expected, as soon as I entered they descended on me wanting to know what I had got arranged for the following night. I told them that they wouldn’t be disappointed and to wait and see what happened the next night. They could see that I wasn’t about to give away any details so we all got into our normal work out routines and had to save all our breath for that and not chatting about what was going to happen on Saturday night. I watched a couple of George’s videos that night, still resisting the urge to jerk off and fell blissfully asleep, dreaming of what we were going to do with dear Aunt Madge the next night and if Rico and his boys knew about Bob, they would probably be dreaming as well.

I spent the afternoon setting up the dungeon, placing candles all round the room, there were leather sofas placed in a circle around what would be the stage and a selection of haunting music on the CD player to set the mood. I checked that the hidden cameras were all working correctly and just before seven, filled the bins with ice and beer. Right on cue, the doorbell rang announcing the arrival of the main act, Madge and Bob!

They were dressed as I had told Madge they were to be, in their respective Domme/sub leather outfits, worn under long overcoats. They both looked a bit embarrassed standing for inspection in front of their twenty year old nephew and Bob glared daggers at me as I groped Madge between her stocking clad thighs. I thrust my sticky fingers into his mouth and said,

“Taste the slut; she is dripping already the randy whore”

He looked ready to object, so I slapped him across the face and told him not to even think about complaining as the pair of them had brought all this onto themselves and they were just paying the consequences.

“You will greet my guests like the good servants you are and if I get any complaints about your manner, you will be dealt with severely. Is that understood? Remember I still have the video tapes!” I gave them each a slap on their naked buttocks, fitted them with the leather masks which I locked into place, to protect their identity and went off to light the candles.

Eddie and the straight guys were the first to arrive and judging from the whooping and hollering, they were already taking liberties with Madge’s exposed tits and juicy cunt. They were soon joined by Rico and his lot and they were having an equally playful time with Bob. I shouted across the noise and told them that the sooner they were sat down, the sooner the show would begin. When everybody had a beer and got comfortable, I indicated to Madge that they were to get started.

I had rigged a spotlight above the stage area and when she stood under it, she looked every bit the Domme. Her tits stood proud of her chest, slightly sagging but still beautiful for a woman of her age, her nipples looked bullet hard and the leather basque framed her bald cunt perfectly. Sheer black stockings, black high heels and her holding a wicked looking flogger in a gloved hand, finished off her slutty outfit to make her a subbie’s dream. She slashed the chair seat with her whip and Bob appeared under the light, crawling on hands and knees, just as he had done in the video. She placed a spiked heel on his neck forcing his head down, his hairy arse pointing skyward and she began to flog his naked buttocks with more force than I remember from the video. I think she was using this enforced show to take out her anger and frustration on him, no doubt blaming him for the predicament they now found themselves snared up in.

Each vicious blow brought shouts of encouragement from the assembled audience and Madge warmed to her task. Bob’s backside was soon a bright red and each strike brought forth a grunt of pain, this hadn’t stopped him from becoming erect though which hadn’t gone unnoticed by Madge who switched her attention to his engorged genitals. Bob’s grunts turned to cries as the vicious tails lashed his cock and balls mercilessly. Every so often Madge would stop and ram her spiked heel deep in his anus, which caused more humiliation than pain, especially when she presented the heel to his mouth for cleaning.

When she tired of this abuse, she flipped him onto his back and squatted across his face, rubbing her puffy, juice soaked labia across his panting mouth and she proceeded pendik escort to jerk his tortured cock into her gloved hand. It wasn’t long before his hips jerked and his cum filled the palm of her hand. She shifted off his face and to complete his humiliation she slowly poured his warm spunk into his gasping mouth, holding his nose to ensure he would swallow it all. As he lay gagging on his own seed, she resumed her position above him and using the handle of the flogger, she brought herself to a shuddering orgasm, forcing her hot juices to join his and he had to swallow quickly not to spill any, knowing that if he did, there would be worse to come.

After a couple of minutes recovery time, during which you couldn’t hear yourself think, the boys were shouting and cheering that much, they looked over to me for approval and to see if they were to be allowed to go home. This was the part I forgot to mention to Madge the other day and I ignored their puppy dog eyes and shouted,

“Ok guys, they are all yours!”

This was met by a look of sheer terror on both their faces as the crowd surged forward to claim their victims. Eddie and the guys grabbed Madge and Rico and his pals took Bob, kicking and screaming into the private room, I guess they wanted to be all boys together and not let the rest of us in on what they and their type do to poor guys like Bob. Which was fine with me, I wanted to see and be part of what Eddie had in store for Madge and anyway, I could always watch it on video later, if I really wanted to know.

We formed a circle round Madge, reaching for her tits and roughly pulling her to us each in turn and we quickly got rid of her basque and pulled the leather eye flaps down on her mask so she was blindfolded. We passed her backwards and forwards, all probing, pinching and biting until she was totally disorientated and dripping sweat. During this we had all stripped off and were to a man, all sporting angry looking erections and I could see by the lust in our eyes, Madge was about to get fucked senseless.

Eddie lay on his back and had two of the guys lift her onto his throbbing cock, his teeth latched onto one of her stiff nipples and he kept her bent forward, opening her anal opening for another to ram his hardness past her sphincter and deep into her bowels. Yet another held her nose and as her mouth sucked in air, he thrust himself into her throat and so her ordeal began. She was never without three cocks buried inside her until we had all cum at least twice, some even three times.

From the ungodly screams coming from the private room I guess Rico and friends were initiating Bob in the finer art of male rape and the Devil himself knew what else and I almost felt sorry for him, but soon shrugged that idea from my mind, he deserved all he got.

With at least two loads of spunk from each of eight horny young guys, dripping from every orifice, Madge looked quite a mess, so we dragged her into the shower room and made her clean herself up and despite the numerous slappings she got to every part of her naked body, the urge to be clean overtook the need to try and stop us from spanking her abused flesh. The scene that her and Bob had enacted for us earlier had given the boys some ideas and they decided that it was Madge’s turn for a flogging.

Her large tits were tied tightly with rope in a figure of eight and the free end passed through one of the numerous pulley-blocks hanging from the ceiling. She was raised upright until just her toes were supporting her weight, them and the tension on her bulging breasts, which were slowly turning purple in colour. Her legs were spread wide apart and tied to ring bolts on the floor, leaving her sex gaping and vulnerable to anything we wished to do with it, which for the moment anyway, was to give it a sound flogging.

We took turns at wielding the large variety of floggers I had available and soon her screams were drowning out those of her partner Bob. Some concentrated on her very sensitive over inflated tits, some on her buttocks and my own favourite, her fast swelling and juice dripping cunt. When she looked to be on the verge of collapse, I stopped the boys, had them release her and carry her to a couch where I applied a large dose of cream to her tortured skin. She was moaning constantly which I thought was from the pain of her recent flogging, but as my fingers made contact with her gaping pussy and enlarged clit; she grabbed my hand and pressed it against herself, urging me to fist fuck her because she needed to cum.

My hand easily slipped into the void of her sloppy cunt and her labia were soon folded over my wrist. I began to slowly pump my hand back and forth, gradually increasing the speed and depth and her juices were oozing around my wrist and running down the crack of her ass. Not one to miss this opportunity to humiliate her more, Eddie quickly got a huge dildo and worked it past her protesting sphincter and deep into her bowels, where I felt it against my thrusting fist. The others were by now taking it in turns to throat fuck her and she was swallowing every drop of their thick creamy seed without any complaint, in fact, she was relishing being a complete slut for so many young men. I felt her climax building from within, her tummy fluttered, her muscles tensed and suddenly she let out a scream of sheer ecstasy and shot her cum up my arm, not just once, but three or four times, until she collapsed from exhaustion.

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Forbidden Ch. 15

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“We need to go on a date!” Priya stated suddenly, her pretty toes slowly trailing up and down Matthew’ bare leg. It was Wednesday and they had just finished making love. It was the second straight day that they found time to be together. That was a rarity, with his busy schedule and each of them having their own family life. But it seemed that if they went a day without each other, they go crazy. When they were apart, they each felt a hole. An emptiness in their very being that only seemed to get filled when they were together.

That morning the two in-laws had managed to make love without him ejaculating inside her. This had been a problem lately. He did that all too often. Not just because he couldn’t help himself, but she wanted him to just as badly. Being as fertile as she was, that is just too dangerous for their clandestine affair. But on this particular morning, they had both held strong. He had pulled out of her in time, emptying his essence onto her belly.

They were in her bedroom, naked, side-by-side and he was looking into the Indian woman’s beautiful dark eyes. Just her gaze had his heart thumping. Oh how he loved this woman. He loved the way she looked at him beneath those long lashes. He loved the feel of the toes on her little foot caressing up and down the skin of his leg. He loved running his hand up and down the side of her torso and her hip. It was a constant struggle not to blurt out his feelings. He had to remind himself that he had a wife – and she had a husband. Nothing could come of it, if they were to develop and nurture these deep feelings. They were only a couple of months into their affair (not including those early encounters that happened months apart). He didn’t know where they would be, even a month from now.

Priya moistened her lips, as she was wont to do when she wanted to make a point or dared someone to challenge her. She gave him a smile.

“A date?” He asked. She chuckled, her large breasts jiggling. His heart soared at her beautiful smile and he could not help but kiss her on the mouth.

“Yes!” She said emphatically, her accent coming to the fore. “All we do is squeeze in an hour hare and an hour they-err. Just once I think it would be nice to spend some time togayther — a foll night… or even just an even-ning!”

“Okay. I will take you out to a nice dinner and we will spend an evening together.” He said, grinning. Priya’s smile grew bigger and she kissed him soundly. His hand caressed down her back and squeezed her soft ass. Her smooth skin was cool in his hand. His fingertips slipped just inside her crack and he squeezed the globe again. Her eyebrows raised a little, her gaze unwavering.

“Saturday.” Was all Priya said. She looked him, her tongue appeared between her lips again to moisten them as she made her statement.

“Saturday?” Matthew questioned. “We were, uh… invited to your mother’s for dinner.”

“Exactly.” She replied. “I can tell them that I have a conn-ference in the even-ning on the other side of town from seven until nine or ten. That would free me up from six-thorty until ten or ten-thorty!” Her big smile indicated that she had put a lot of thought into it. It was perfect. She would have the car… and her husband would not.

Matthew looked thoughtful.

“And… I could say I am going to my buddy’s house for a few hours, claiming a prior commitment, and just go later.” He added. Now he would have the car and his wife would not. Both houses are free – zero chance of getting caught. “Wow! Okay. So I will pick you up at your house at ten to seven on Saturday!” He announced. Her smile grew even bigger.

“It’s a date!” She laughed. She whetted her lips with her tongue, her smile fading from her face as she looked at him seriously. Her perfectly-trimmed eyebrows rose up to a point as her dark eyes pierced his very soul. “Now make love to me.” She ordered.

Smiling, Matthew rolled Priya onto her back as she opened her long legs and allowed him in between. The head of his penis found the hot, moist entrance of her vagina on its own accord. It caught his tip, the suction holding it in place as he stared into those eyes. He pushed forward, feeling her heat open up around him, squeezing. He continued pushing, slipping further into her slick essence.

She gasped, arching her head back a little. His hands squeezed her shoulders as he continued pushing firmly. His unbending member penetrated her treasure until he was all the way inside her heat in one stroke.

“Ohhhhh…” they sighed together, as they stared into each other’s eyes. Her heart pounded with excitement, as it always did when he looked at her with those blue eyes. His hard cock felt absolutely incredible inside her. His stiff pole was fiery hot inside her pussy and she never wanted him to pull it out. They were one. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and squeezed him tight, showing him the love that she felt, but was too afraid to express verbally.

Matthew loved the feeling of every inch of his manhood being squeezed by the extreme heat of Priya’s wonderful pussy. When her pendik escort arms and legs held him tight like this…he was in heaven. The heels of her bare feet dug into his lower back. Holding himself inside her, he savored the moment. He looked into her gorgeous eyes. Round, glittering and filled with love, they never failed to captivate him. She smiled at him and his heart warmed. He kissed those tantalizing, full lips of hers. He kissed her a second time. By the third kiss, she was thrusting her lithe tongue into his mouth. He loved the feeling of Priya’s tongue running along his and he kissed her passionately, slowly easing his rigid member out of her body. Her tightness pulled on him each time he withdrew. He could feel the heels of her bare feet brushing against his ass.

“Mmmm…” Priya purred softly into his mouth. She could feel him grow even harder inside her and when he started to withdraw she was conscious of every inch of him sliding out of her until just his head was stretching her entrance. He slid inside her in one fluid motion, instantly filling her up again.

“Ohhhh…” she moaned, breaking the kiss and smiling, her white teeth gleaming. He kissed them playfully and Priya giggled.

“I can’t wait until Saturday now.” Matthew said softly. Her smile grew wider.

“Me either.”

He brushed strands of black hair from her cheek and held his hand at the side of her head. Slowly moving his penis in and out of her, he gently kissed her full lips. He then kissed the tip of her nose and then down her cheek, easing in and out of her the entire time. Her hands caressed his hair as he kissed down her neck, sucking on the skin. He was still conscious of the bottoms of her feet slowly sliding up and down the outsides of his legs as he made love to her. Matthew kissed up his sister-in-law’s chin and she turned, lips searching. They kissed, tongues immediately snaking into each other’s mouth. He broke the kiss, smiling down at her.

“Gawd, I love that tongue of yours.”

Priya giggled and then stuck her long tongue out at him, playfully. He seemed to grow even more erect inside her as he stuck out his tongue and touched the tip of it against hers. It felt really neat to both of them. Matthew suddenly wrapped his lips around her tongue and sucked on it lightly. It wiggled in his mouth before she withdrew it.

“That fales cool!” She exclaimed in her Indian accent. Meanwhile, the entire length of his penis was nestled inside her body.

“I loved that.” He replied. “Do it again!” Smiling, she stuck her tongue out again. He sucked it into his mouth, this time sucking a little harder and he sucked it deeper. Priya held his head in place with her hands and pushed her tongue as far into his mouth as possible, wiggling it as he sucked. He eased out of her a little and her snugness pulled back at him. Then he pushed his cock all the way inside her hot pussy – grinding his groin against her as she pushed her tongue against his throat. Intense heat wrapped around every inch of his swollen manhood.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned, her tongue still trapped by his lips. He was in her deep…it was incredible. Feeling that rock-hard bone of his pushing into her needy cunt was a feeling like no other. He sucked Priya’s long tongue and rubbed his tongue against hers. Then he pushed his lips against hers, turning the tongue-suck into a passionate kiss as he began to thrust in and out of her body a little faster.

“Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!” Priya moaned into his mouth each time he entered her. She raised her bare feet up into the air, increasing the wonderful sensation in her sensitive pussy as her sister’s husband pistoned into her. The tingling was starting to rise rapidly inside her. She could feel him moving in and out of her a little faster, penetrating her a little more forcefully each time. His groin was slapping against her buzzing slit again and again. She arched her pussy upwards to give him a better angle, breaking the kiss.

“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh! Give it to me baby!” She whined, eyebrows raised to a point. Matthew began fucking her even harder, loving how her moans grew higher in pitch and volume. He held the soft skin of her shoulders and began drilling his throbbing manhood in and out of her welcoming pussy. Her eyes widened as she moaned and it drove him to fuck her harder, unleashing his lust. He lengthened his strokes, thrusting as hard as he could, poking his unbending arousal off the back of her cunt again and again. His groin slapped against her defenseless labia.

“Unh! Unh! Unh! Unh!” Priya’s cries grew higher in pitch. They were loud enough to be heard anywhere in her house. She wrapped her long legs around him and squeezed him tight in and effort to slow him and calm things down. Her pussy felt amazing and she shuddered, embracing him. He continued darting in and out of her quickly, but she had forced him to shorten his strokes.

Matthew could barely move, his penis deep inside Priya’s wonderful, hot vagina as her legs held him tight, squeezing him. He began raining kisses all over pendik escort her pretty face. He kissed her cheek, nose, forehead and her closed eyelids. He kissed her open, gasping mouth and her rounded chin. He kissed her neck, sucking her soft skin. He kissed back up her chin to her mouth and she caught his lips, snaking her tongue far into his mouth.

“Mmmm…” she sighed. Priya kissed him over and over again, breathing heavily.

“Oh my gawd…” she said between kisses. Their lips were smacking loudly. I love you! she thought, but wouldn’t dare say. She wrapped her legs tighter around him and gave him another squeeze.

Matthew smiled and kissed her full lips two more times and then began kissing down her neck. As he kissed down her chest he slowly eased his swollen penis out of the warmth of her snug vagina. She watched as he trailed his lips down the swell of her breast. His tongue darted out of his mouth as he licked around her dark areola, tasting the sweet salt of her skin. He slowly closed the circle, licking her areola all around her thick nipple. He teased over her nub and she sighed as tingles ran down her body to her crotch. He squeezed her soft breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently. He ran his tongue back and forth across Priya’s hard nub before letting it slip out from between his lips. He kissed down the flawless skin of her cleavage, slowly trailing his lips up her other breast. He gently squeezed it as he eagerly engulfed her entire areola into his mouth, sucking on the nipple.

“Ohhhh…” she sighed, still running her fingers through his short hair. Her pussy was still tingling and she longed to have him fill her up again. A wave of desire shot through her body when Matthew released her nipple and began kissing down her belly, because she knew where he was heading.

Matthew breathed in her wonderful scent. The scent of her arousal. The scent of her sex. Her beautiful stretch-marked belly was slick with sweat and he kissed down it slowly, tasting her. His dick could not be any stiffer, but he wanted to pleasure her badly. Making this woman feel good had become his life’s mission. He reached her navel and his tongue snaked out, slowly licking around it. He poked it briefly inside her belly button and she chuckled, squirming a little. He kissed lower on her stomach, kissing over the marks on her belly, sucking the loose flesh. Tasting her salty skin. He kissed the fur of her bush, breathing in her pussy. He was happy to see that she was practically hyperventilating, her chest heaving as she panted. He kissed the dark swollen lips of her treasure and she sucked in her breath. He kissed immediately beside her sensitive petals and then he sucked the skin of her right inner thigh into his mouth. He began kissing down the inside of her thigh slowly.

“Oh no no no no!” Priya breathed. “Don’t tease me! Not now!”

Smiling, he kissed the inside part of her knee, his hands grabbing onto her foot and raising it into the air. He kissed down her calf, noting how smooth the skin was — she shaved for him this morning no doubt. When he reached her right ankle he slowed down even further. He kissed the side of her heel and slowly over the top of her pretty foot. Matthew slowly kissed over every inch of the top of her foot until he reached her toes. He kissed each toe individually and then, one by one, he kissed his way back across her red-polished nails.

Priya was watching him, entranced, a big smile on her face. He was worshipping every inch of her body with an equal amount of love. Never before had she got this from anyone. Not even her husband. Not even close. It made her feel incredible and on top of the world. It also made her want Matthew back inside her. She didn’t think she had ever been this wet. The tingling in her pussy was relentless.

And her heart soared in a way that it only did with this man. This…forbidden man.

Matthew kissed the bottom of Priya’s bare foot, starting at the heel and slowly working his way up. He kissed the bottom of each toe before briefly sucking the three smallest ones into his mouth. He then kissed the top of her big one, sucking it into his mouth. He pulled it out and kissed it again, this time sucking her three biggest toes.

Priya raised her left foot up in the air and gently trailed her big toe up and down his unshaven cheek. He pulled her toes out of his mouth and grabbed her other foot, holding both dainty feet in his hands. Pressing the side of her left foot against his lips, he gently kissed her instep. Moving back and forth, he kissed all over the soft skin of her instep before turning to kiss the instep of her other foot. His eyes stared down between her beautiful thighs as he kissed back and forth between her two feet. The dark, puckered lips of her amazing pussy were quivering, framed by the neatly trimmed black curls of her bush. Staring at those petals, he kissed the side of her left heel. Then he ran his mouth along her arch and up the side of her big toe. He briefly sucked her big toe in his mouth, his eyes still locked pendik escort between her thighs.

He released her right foot as he kissed over the top of her left one, moving a little faster now the longer he looked at her inviting womanhood. He ran his tongue back along her instep and up to the top of her big toe before engulfing it in his mouth again. He pulled it out and gave it one more kiss before kissing up the inside of her left leg. As he kissed inside Priya’s soft thigh, he breathed in the wonderful aroma of her arousal. Her scent alone was enough to make his heart flutter. He kissed the very top of her thigh, sucking the skin into his mouth. He kissed the black curls of her pubic hair immediately beside her treasure. He then kissed the swollen petals of her vaginal entrance.

“Ohhhh…” Priya sighed, tingles of pleasure shooting up her body. She closed her eyes, reaching down and sliding her hand behind her lover’s head, encouraging him to continue.

Matthew had the taste of her on his lips and he savored it. He kissed the bottom of her pussy. She was incredibly wet and her flavor was very strong. He gently kissed higher and higher up her petals, reaching the top after several tender kisses. His tongue darted out and he slowly licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top, nudging her clitoris and causing her to gasp. When he pulled his tongue away, a tiny strand of Priya’s juices came with it. He tried to pull as much of her nectar into his mouth but ended up with some falling on his chin. Placing his hands on the back of her thighs, he pushed her legs up so that her knees touched her breasts and her pussy was one hundred percent his. Priya grabbed the backs of her knees and held herself open for him.

He kissed each of her ass cheeks and then he kissed the arch of her feet that were on each side of his head, one by one. Beneath her plump petals he could clearly see her puckered asshole. Bending low, Matthew softly kissed Priya right over her asshole, causing her to suck in her breath. He kissed the skin between her anus and her pussy and then slowly kissed his way up her sensitive slit. It seemed as if she grew wetter with each kiss. He snaked out his tongue and jammed it deep into her tasty treasure.

“Ohhhh yesss…” she sighed as his tongue wiggled around inside her. He pulled his tongue back into his mouth, drinking her delicious juices before quickly sliding it back inside her and licking along the roof. He kept his tongue deep for a moment, enjoying her flavor. His nose was nestled in the curls of her pubic hair as he twirled his tongue around. Slowly dragging it out of her, he gave her petals a loving kiss. Then he sucked her pussy lips into his mouth and rapidly ran his tongue up and down them, causing her to cry out. He stretched her petals outward and then released them, watching them slowly withdraw back towards her body. Matthew briefly sucked her clit and released it, teasing her. He pulled back, staring at the dark lips of her wonderful pussy and the tiny asshole underneath it. Bending low, he stuck out his tongue and wiggled it against the entrance to her anal passage. He clearly felt the rim as the tip of his tongue brushed over it again and again. He needed more. He gave the dark hole one more kiss.

“Get on your knees.” He ordered, quietly. Smiling, Priya obediently scrambled onto her hands and knees, her small feet hanging out over the edge of the bed, her legs spread apart and her beautiful but slender ass sticking up at him. He knelt on the floor behind her, placing his hands on her soft cheeks. Spreading the cheeks open, he stared at her the dark asshole for a moment. It was puckered shut, and glistening a little. He was literally trembling with desire. Everything about this woman was sacred.

Matthew buried his face in his beautiful sister-in-law’s ass, giving her asshole a soft kiss. Then he ducked lower and slid his tongue deep inside the hot confines of her wet pussy and tasting her intoxicating flavor. He twirled his tongue around inside her as she writhed her ass against his face, his nose was pressed against her asshole and he breathed her in as he tasted her nectar. He slipped his tongue out of her and slowly licked up the skin between her pussy and her asshole. When the tip of his tongue reached the rim of her anus, he gently circled it.

“Oh yes, I like that…” Priya moaned, closing her eyes. Her ass was tingling and the tingles were spreading to her crotch and shooting up through her entire body. She remained passively bent over naked in front of her sister’s husband.

Spreading her cheeks a little wider, he circled her rim a couple more times before finally pushing the tip of his tongue inside. Then he pulled it out and gave it a kiss. Tongue snaking back out he lapped across her anus hungrily, just licking across it again and again. The seconds rolled by as he licked over her asshole, hungrily. Then he put his mouth over it and sucked loudly. He kissed each of her smooth cheeks. Curling his tongue to a point, he pressed it against her asshole and forced it inside, wiggling it around. He withdrew it, giving her dark hole a suck. Sticking out his tongue, he thrust it into her ass and pulled it out, repeating the procedure. He fucked her ass with his tongue, pushing it into her tight hole before pulling it back out, over and over again.

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This is Part IV of a surprising evening in Jamaica, where my wife and I met a wealthy – and very sexy mother and daughter.

*

Daphne took my hand and walked over to the other end of the sofa. She sat down and I walked to the bar and poured myself a large rum.

I walked back to the three women lounging and lying on the sofa, and saw Daphne leaning down between Shelley’s legs, commenting on her vagina.

“My God, these lips are huge! And I’m sure I’ve been fucked by men with smaller dicks than this clit!”

Shelley’s clit could be as big as her nipples — as much as an inch and a half long — when she was truly excited.

“Tastes delicious,” said Diana.

“Let’s find out,” Daphne said, and leaned down to put her lips on Shelley’s labia.

Shelley made a purring moan that I knew all too well. She loves oral sex — giving and getting. I saw her open her knees wide to give Daphne better access and walked around to watch. Daphne had her face buried in Shelley’s crotch, and all I could see was her cheek moving as she moved her jaw and mouth, and the patch of Shelley’s black pubic hair her nose was buried in. Diane was hungrily watching her daughter pleasure my wife and then looked up at me and gestured me over to her. I leaned down and gave her a long kiss. She pulled me closer and grabbed my half-hard cock. She stroked it for a moment, then took me in her mouth.

She was damn good at this. In a moment I was hard as I’d ever been, even though I’d already come three times. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I heard Daphne slurping on Shelley’s pussy and the wet sounds of Diane sliding my cock down her throat. I smelled the musky, sour reek of sex and sweat. I felt like I’d been basted with it, like my life was about nothing other than sexual pleasure at that moment. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock as her daughter buried her tongue in my wife Shelley’s pussy just a few feet away from us. I ran my fingers into Diane’s hair and pressed on her head and just enjoyed the pleasure of it.

Shelly started being vocal.

“Ohhhh. Fffff yes, yes, yes.” In a moment I knew she’d start coming. yenimahalle escort “Fuck, fuck, fuck, OH GOD!!” she shouted. I saw her knees shake in and out for maybe 30 seconds and knew it was a good one. Suddenly my balls were warm then burning as I moved to my own knee-shaking orgasm.

Each pulse of my cock felt like dissolution; like my flesh was dissolving into hot come in Diane’s mouth. My knees shook, I groaned, and I kept coming. I braced myself on Diane’s bare, sweaty shoulders. I was still coming and slow pulse at a time. I wasn’t sure where it was coming from, there was no way my balls could hold that much. It was dripping from the corners of Diane’s mouth, and ran her tongue around the head one last time and slid me out.

Daphne leaned up and they kissed, sharing my come and their tongues.

I watched, riveted.

Daphne took her mother’s face in her hands and licked the come off her face.

Shelley moaned softly and straightened her legs. Diane lifted herself up off of her, and turned and licked one of Shelley’s nipples, and then walked out of the room. Shelley looked at me and softly said “That was awesome.” She was damp with sweat, and her pussy was swollen and bright red, with juices dripping down over her asshole into the crack between her cheeks. She looked like her picture should be in the dictionary next to “Well-fucked.”

I had this overwhelming desire to fuck her right then…but my limp penis wasn’t ready to fulfill my wishes.

She reached down and gently rubbed her lips with her fingers, then brought them to her mouth and smiled at me. I leaned over her and smiled back.

“You OK, baby?” I asked.

“Mmmmmmyesssss,” she answered. “I heard what Daphne said to you. I almost came on the spot.”

Diana walked into the room, and I looked at her…hair a mess, sweaty, sticky marks on her body where drops of come or her juices were drying, her pubes matted and sticky…and she looked like the goddess of sex. She was carrying a canvas shipping bag and my face registered curiosity.

“Oh, just some toys,” she told me.

She set the bag down next ankara escort to the couch, and pulled out an immense pink vibrator with a smaller second prong. Then a blue two-headed Feeldoe, and a small, chrome oval vibrator. Finally, a set of fuzzy restraints. She cuffed Shelley’s hands above her head, then took a line and tied them to the end of the sofa. She strapped each ankle, and tied one up onto the back of the sofa, and then the other down to the floor, anchoring around a leg of the sofa each time.

“You’ve done this before,” said Shelly, starting to rock a little bit with excitement.

“Oh, yes, we have.” Daphne replied. She took the Feeldoe and had Shelley lick one end. Then she slid the wet end into herself, and wagging the blue plastic cock waving in front of her, walked up so she was standing next to Shelley’s face and told her to turn her head and suck it, which she did enthusiastically.

Then Daphne knelt between Shelley’s legs and slid the plastic deep into her as Shelley arched her back and rose to meet Daphne.

Shelley yelled each time Daphne penetrated her “Fuck! Yes! Fuck! Gooood God!” And Daphne began to grunt each time she pushed down and filled both Shelley’s and her swollen pussies with firm plastic.

Diana came over and kissed me, and then went over and straddled Shelley’s head. She delicately lowered herself onto Shelley’s face and then immediately stiffened as Shelley’s tongue visibly ran over her clit and back into her sodden pussy.

I’ll never forget watching the three of them; I saw flashes that will stay with me forever…Daphne’s pendulous breasts just grazing Shelley’s small ones, immense hard nipples on the bottom and smaller, equally hard ones on top. The blue Feeldoe coming out of Daphne’s pussy — juices beginning to run down it — and disappearing into Shelley’s. Looking at Daphne’s smooth round ass driving the plastic cock into Shelley, and watching her mother ride my wife’s face, watching her daughter fuck my wife, Diana biting her lip as her own pleasure began to overtake her.

I walked up behind Daphne and ran my hand down her sweaty back to her ass, then down the crack to the back of her pussy and the firm plastic shaft buried in it. I ran my finger around the junction, and then up an inch to her asshole. I wiped finger in the juices running from her pussy, and then slid it slowly into her asshole. Daphne gasped and drove harder into Shelley — making her moan — as I got the second knuckle into her. I wet a second finger, and slid it in as well, and felt the muscles tighten around my fingers as she built to an orgasm. I finger-fucked her ass as she fucked Shelley and she started grunting out “UhhUhhUhUhUhUhh…” and I felt her ass clench rhythmically as she arched her back and came hard.

Beneath her, Shelley drove her hips up, desperate to get over the edge. I pulled out of Daphne, reached back onto the table for the small silver vibrator and turned it on.

I slid it down beneath the dildo and gently touched it to Shelley’s ass. She started humping upward into Daphne’s dildo, and from the tension I saw on Diane’s face, energetically working on her pussy.

Diane came first. I saw her pinch her nipples, tilt her face down, and give off a deep “Oh, Yeahhh…” as she massaged her breasts and her hips shook as Shelley slurped between her legs.

I slid the egg-shaped vibrator deeper between Shelley’s ass cheeks and then felt her legs tighten, and heard her go “God! Yes! God, God, Ohhhh Gooood!” She shook, moving the double-sided dildo around and causing Daphne to start humping again. I walked behind her and started rubbing my limp cock along her asscrack, hoping to get my erection back.

She reached back and swatted me away. “Not yet…”

Daphne sat up over Shelley and started humping away hard. She braced herself on straight arms and fucked for a moment, then she sat up and started grinding, rocking her hips back and forth and she reached up and kneaded her breasts.

Diane was kneeling on the sofa, and got up and came around behind Daphne, taking her frantically humping daughter in her arms and kissing her neck, and then reaching down and taking Daphne’s breasts in her hands and kneading them while rubbing the nipples between her thumb and finger.

In a moment, Daphne was coming again, shaking her legs and hips and moaning as her mother held her tightly in her arms and gently kissed her shoulder.

…to be continued, if I can get it up again.

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When it first began, I was 21 years old and we had been friends for 4 years. I think in all honesty I’d always fancied you a little bit, the skater boy with a sense of humour as filthy as my own, but you had such a reputation whilst simultaneously always seeming to have a girlfriend. So we were buddies and that was that. We always made each other laugh, went on pub crawls and danced like eejits in clubs, and whenever I was down you were always there for me. We were into similar music and even went to a gig together far away in your crappy old car – a night that I’ve always remembered fondly.

You seemed to detest the dude I was in an on-off relationship with (and rightly so, as he turned out to be a complete prick) but only ever once said “why him and not me?” That was the only clue I had that you may have had a thing for me, too.

Then one night I had been out drinking with my best friend, and we ran into you quite by accident, and I knew you were single at that moment, as was I, and feeling emboldened by the amount of tequila in my system, I asked quite simply “So, fancy a shag?”

Your face lit up with a huge grin, but I saw that breath catch in your throat and I knew you wanted to. We made a joke of it, but “yeah”, you say, you’ll come to our house to “chill a while” after seeing your buddy into a cab home.

You knew where we lived, my friend and I that shared a house, so we headed back and expected you to follow us shortly afterwards. All the way home my friend was asking me if I was sure I wanted to go through with it, and to make sure we were careful. We got home, my friend frantically tidying up while I went and shaved my legs for the second time that day (just in case).

When you arrived I was in my comfies; a vest and some shorts, like usual. Nothing out of the ordinary there and something you’d seen me in a million times. We all watched some crap sci-fi together for a while and finally my friend made her excuses and went to her room to sleep. I asked you if you wanted to go upstairs, and there was that smile again. Like you couldn’t believe your luck, but also, like a victorious smirk of knowing.

Then suddenly, you had questions. Was I sure? This would change everything. Did I know what I was doing? How much had I had to drink that night?

I got up off the sofa and came to where you were sitting on the other sofa, I sat down, straddling you, and I put your hands on my ass and kissed you. Within a split second your hands were grabbing me and we were kissing fiercely. It felt like all the need that had built up over the years was rushing between us. I didn’t need to ask you again, I got up and walked towards the stairs and you were right behind me.

It was almost shy at first, the vibe between us, but the threshold had been crossed and although it was completely alien territory, there was no going back and we both knew it. We’d been friends a long time. You were one of my favourite people. Now your hands were pulling off my clothes and I felt exposed in every possible way. It was perfect. You were the heavenly mixture of sweet and obscene, kissing me gently before quickly bending me over and smacking my ass. Confidence overtook you and you were completely in charge of me, and I loved it.

You pushed me down, licking, sucking, teasing me until I felt raw. When you started to move your kisses down my body to my breasts I almost turned inside out with pleasure. But you didn’t stop, you kept going down… “I’ve been looking forward to this” you said and your mouth was suddenly on me in a way I’d only imagined.

You were amazing. Your tongue soon sent me over the edge and I felt so wet as the waves of orgasm rippled through me against your mouth. You started to work your way back up my body, holding my hands still that are trying to pull your hair. You moved both my wrists into your left hand, holding me down easily, and kissed me deeply, as your right hand forced its way into my wetness. I moaned into your mouth and you kissed me harder. ‘Oh god’, I thought to myself, ‘I never want this to end’. I loved it. I loved you.

Your tongue moved from my mouth and onto my throat, and you licked and bit all down my neck to my chest.

I started to reach out for you, I wanted you inside of me right then. I found you, hard and hot in my hand. And I started to move my hand up and down, and I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I got wetter at the thought of you pushing yourself into me, over and over, slamming into me as hard as you could. I couldn’t wait much longer.

You sucked at my breasts, biting gently on my nipples whilst we fucked each other with our hands. I was almost embarrassed by the sounds I could hear from you fingering me roughly, but then I realised that is just how wet you had made me, and a whole fresh wave of heat flowed through me, and you forced another finger into me as you looked into my eyes and kissed me, and I came in your hand and moaned into your mouth. My muscles shook all over while keçiören escort I clung to your shoulders for my life. I never wanted to let go. I never wanted this to end. My hand found you again and started stroking and moving on you, you moaned low and the fire in me started to burn again. Never had I come more than twice with anyone, but I felt the sensation starting to build again. You said my name low against my throat, almost a growl, and I begged you to fuck me.

You kissed me so fiercely for a moment that I just held on, my hands on your arms while you pinned me down. It was beautiful. Your arms were so strong, and your shoulders were so broad I bit them and you moaned.

I moved underneath you and wrapped my legs around your hips, and pulled you towards me. I felt you, pressed against my opening, teasing me, just in slightly and out again, up and down and all around. My need was so intense I moaned underneath you. “Please!” I whispered in your ear, and you thrust into me with such force that the breath was almost knocked out of me. I scratched your back, I felt like I had to hold on or I would die from the sweet sting of each movement. “Oh fuck yeah” you breathed against me, and I started to move my hips and grind against you, matching your thrusts. Your moans of pleasure sent me crazy and we kissed with eyes wide open, looking into each other. We saw each other perfectly in the most real way. No pretences or guards. We were so present in the moment there were no ways of hiding anything. “I love you” I sighed, and leaned to kiss you again, but just before I got to your lips, “I love you, too” you breathed on me. My stomach flipped just hearing the words. This was bliss. Why had we not done this sooner?

I came so many times that night I was sure I was going to die at one point and I didn’t care. To go that way, so high on pleasure with you on top of me, underneath me, behind me, always inside of me, and our skin together; I wouldn’t have changed a thing.

We did it again in the morning, and it was the same perfect mix of sweet and obscene. The most honest. I was so sore from the night before that you moved into me slowly, and you asked me if I was ok and I almost purred, but soon we were frantic again, grinding against one another. The pain was delicious and I didn’t care if I never walked again. 3 or 4 further orgasms later and you had to leave. I watched you dress and I knew that I’d never feel like that again. I think you knew it too. We kissed for a long time before you left.

Afterwards, I lay in the bath, and despite the soreness and pain, I touched myself in all the places you had been, pleasuring myself thinking about the previous evening and the morning.

I only hoped that it would happen again soon.

And it did, but it was never as intense as that first night. There always seemed to be people or problems in the way. Eventually, we drifted apart, because we wanted different things. You were not ready to grow up. And who was I to force you? Your youthful easy charm was one of the reasons I cared so much for you, and I wouldn’t have wanted to stifle that.

I never forgot you or that night. We stayed friends but protected each other from our lives, never discussing relationships. One night, many years later after I’d married and had children, I saw you quite by surprise. We were both drunk and a goodbye conversation before heading home turned into a drunken confession of love. We both still felt it. After a while, a brief kiss, some tears, and we parted ways and went to our respective homes. Every time I saw you, it hurt me a little more, so I started to avoid you and I begged you never to bring our romantic past up again. It hurt not seeing you, but it hurt more seeing you and knowing I couldn’t have you. We spoke on the phone occasionally, but never really about anything of consequence. I saw you randomly, but we maintained our distance.

This time around, it all started with a cancer scare. I had it, the Doc said. I required an operation to determine how badly and to attempt to remove it. I worried that I was going to die. Suddenly, my brain was full of regrets and things that needed to be said just in case the worse should happen. You were in my thoughts constantly.

So I confessed to you.

The feelings and desire tumbled from my mouth one night after we’d arranged a meeting for a drink with a mutual friend, and they had gone to get a drink, and you kissed me. I didn’t know if it was to silence me or because you couldn’t hold back. Either way, I was glad. It’s like the years between us just fell away.

We were both so different now. But this thing between us couldn’t be denied any more. I was embracing the carpe diem lifestyle in fear of my own mortality, and we met in secret several times to exchange kisses like naughty teenagers. You were grateful, you said, for the opportunity to finally say things I had forbidden you from saying again.

Finally, after an operation and kızılay escort many weeks of waiting in fear, I received some good news; all cancer had been successfully removed and I was given the go ahead to resume my sex life. All I could think about was telling you. And those thoughts came before telling my husband.

One night soon after, you drove us into the middle of nowhere just so I could see lots of stars. It was beautiful. We were in the dark countryside looking up at the night sky and I realised suddenly that you were staring at me and not the sky. Before I could speak, your mouth was on me. We kissed fiercely against the side of your car. The cold metal touched my skin in places where your hands had moved my clothing aside. It was so cold outside but I only felt hot. After a while your hands naturally made their way between my legs and I was so ready for you that you slid fingers into me and you moaned at how silky wet I already was. We didn’t want it to be that way, we had talked about a perfect night but we both needed to let go. “Do it” I whispered in your ear and suddenly you span me around and I was bent over the car with my legs spread and my skirt hitched up, my underwear moved aside. “This won’t last long” you warned and we both laughed, “I don’t care!” I said back at you over my shoulder, and then you were inside me. Bang! Just like that my brain took me back 13 years and it was like we’d never been apart. We still fit together perfectly.

A few minutes of thrusting later, and the cold metal of the car against my skin; I was close. “I’m going to come!” I gasped and you drove into me harder, faster, growling my name under your breath. I loved hearing you say my name that way. We came together and I squeezed my eyes shut as my legs almost buckled beneath me from the strength of the orgasm, I saw colours explode behind my eyelids and you collapsed over me, feathering my hair with kisses. “I love you” you said, again as if no time had passed, “I love you, too” I sighed contentedly. I never wanted to leave you again.

But reality hit me on the drive home. I had just cheated on my husband. The man that had promised me everything you couldn’t. The man I had children with. The man I married and promised my life to.

We parted ways at the end of my street, and I walked to my home slowly as tears streamed down my face. How could I have done this? As soon as I got into the house I went straight to shower. I was in there a while, letting the water beat my tears away. I went to bed and you were on my mind as my husband rolled over and put his hands on me. I felt cheap and disgusted. My husband knew I had been cleared for sex, and after not being intimate for months, I felt compelled to. I thought of you, thought about how different you are from each other. He was so tender and loving, but you were so free and confident. I cried afterwards, quietly, into my pillow. My husband thought he might have hurt me and held me close, when in reality I’d hurt myself and I knew that things would never be the same again.

I was completely conflicted. I loved my husband, but things hadn’t been right between us for a couple of years, and I was completely in love with you. We saw each other when we could, stealing kisses. We spoke lots throughout the day via email / text. Then one day, my husband announced he had the opportunity to go on a field trip as part of his degree. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and I encouraged him to go for it.

When I told you, we knew that this was it. This was our chance for the perfect night we had talked about. We booked a hotel room, and the children were sorted at a sleepover. We had our ups and downs in the interim period when one or both of us had a panic over what we were doing. But we couldn’t help ourselves. “It’s always been you” you said to me, and my heart swelled. How could this possibly be wrong?

The weeks dragged by but suddenly it was time.

The hotel was half an hour away, and we travelled there like a pair of spies, constantly looking over our shoulders.

When we got to the hotel, we went to the room supposedly to dump our bags before we headed out for lunch, but while I was still marvelling at the view from the room from the floor to ceiling windows, you stood behind me and put your hands on my shoulders and squeezed gently. And that was it, we were off. It was like lighting the fuse on a firework. Our hands were everywhere and our clothes fell in a path to the bed. It was like the first time again, you even smacked my ass and I laughed, but then you pushed me down onto the bed and flipped me over. It was like I weighed nothing to you, you were so strong. It was so refreshing being with someone who wasn’t scared to use their strength or be in control.

You leaned down and kissed me, briefly, and then you were gone, down down and down, and my hands reached behind and held on to the headboard on the bed, you teased and nipped my thighs, my back was arching off the sincan escort bed and I was purring like a cat.

Then you were eating me; you sucked and licked the best anyone ever has, it was so good I couldn’t stop my legs from shaking and I was laughing and moaning at the same time as I came on your tongue. You had some new moves but it was still us and it was still hot and fucking amazing. You carried on until I couldn’t take it anymore, my clit felt so raw and hypersensitive I begged you to stop, but you didn’t, and I had to pull your hair to make your head move from between my legs. Your fingers pressed in where your tongue had been. Slowly, at first, as you teased. Then you went faster, and harder. Your hand was fucking me. I pulled your hand up and sucked your fingers, slowly, you kissed me hard and I needed you inside me. Now.

“Fuck me” I whispered, pleading.

My ankles were suddenly over your shoulders and you drove into me, slamming over and over. This was heaven. This is why I had never forgotten you. Nobody fucked me the way you do.

You slowed down, slightly, deliberately, savouring the sensations, “I love you” you said, and I never got tired of hearing it. “I love you too” I said, we kissed, hard, then soft, I could taste myself in your mouth and it drove me crazy.

I was getting close again, you pushed my legs right down so I was almost folded in half with you on top of me, it felt so much deeper and I growled. I knew my face must look ridiculous all smushed up between my own calves but I didn’t care, this was glorious and I knew you were really close, too.

We fucked, hard, I could hardly breathe and I was moaning so loud I knew people must have been able to hear us but I couldn’t stop. You were moaning too, and it was a sound I’d missed.

And then there it was, we came together, I held on to your shoulders again like I had in the past, they’re so broad and strong I fucking loved them, and my whole body shook with the strength of my orgasm. Wave after wave rolled through me and I felt like I was going to pass out from the pleasure. I squeezed as tight as I could and I felt you emptying inside me.

My legs slid down your body onto the bed and you lay on top of me and kissed me. I moved your hair out of your face and just looked at you. You tried to roll off me and I hooked my ankles together so you couldn’t and you laughed and kissed me again. Bliss.

We dozed for a little while afterwards, and then got up and had some coffee. We took turns to shower, and then snuggled on the sofa in our fluffy robes and watched TV.

I felt so safe wrapped in your arms and you were clearly comfy as you had a little snooze, but soon I felt your breathing change and you started to rub my back and shoulders. You reached round and untied the belt of my robe and pulled it open. You started to kiss the side of my neck and shoulders as your hand played with my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were hard. I started to feel the heat build between my legs and sighed with pleasure. Your hands stroked up and down my body as you nipped delicious little bites on my shoulders.

I reached behind and undid your robe too, and found you already rock hard.

In a flash you had me up on my feet and you took my robe off me completely. I felt self-conscious stood in front of you completely naked, with messy shower hair and no make-up. You sat down and started to pull me down to sit on you, I hesitated momentarily, worried I’d hurt you, but you saw my doubt and pulled me down, unconcerned. I sat with my knees either side of your thighs, put one hand on your shoulder and with the other I reached down and guided you inside me. Your eyes closed as you leaned your head back and let out a low moan. That sound. God I loved it. It gave me renewed confidence and I started to move, riding back and forth on you.

You were so huge it almost hurt but I didn’t care. I was grinding against you, up and down, my hands on your shoulders, your hands all over me. A brief worry crossed my mind about any bruises you might leave as you grabbed and squeezed but I soon realised I didn’t fucking care. I came soon after, sat on you that way. You held me as I shook.

You lifted me up and stood me so I was bent over the sofa, holding on to the back, you were taller than me so I had to stand on my tiptoes as you entered me which made you chuckle. I leaned forward to make it feel deeper for you and you groaned as you thrust into me. My legs were trembling, this reminded me of the night in the countryside against the car and I was enjoying every second.

I was so close to coming again, how did you do this to me? I knew you were close as well. My legs started to buckle and you held me up by my hips. Soon enough, you emptied into me with an almost roar and we collapsed onto the sofa. I couldn’t move, but felt my insides twitching with every pulse of pleasure. I should die now. Surely? No one could experience this much pleasure and stay alive. Is this what life was meant to be like? “I love you so much” you whispered as you kissed my hair. My stomach did backflips. Would it always be this way? I was already thinking of ways to leave my husband. I wanted you to myself. Forever. I wanted this. You. Just you.

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Al pulled into our driveway and was about to unlock the door when, ignoring the lurid view I gave some neighbors, I swung it wide open. I struck a sexy, breathy, uncharacteristic pose for my shocked husband and greeted him eagerly, gleefully, with phone cam in hand, sweaty and naked. I snapped a shot of his surprised and delighted face as he took in my slim, shapely, flushed body. “Welcome home, love. Meet our new neighbors.” I pivoted and pointed to the living room and the three naked people on the floor. “We tried waiting for you, but just couldn’t. The lady on the floor is Maria, that’s her husband Roy stuffing his cock in her, and the beautiful redhead sitting on Maria’s face is their child, Rayna.” His mouth dropped as he took in the lusty sight.

=================== One hour earlier ==============

The doorbell rang and I ran to answer it. Three strangers stood in the open doorway, a couple and a young woman. All three wore daringly tiny, green sport shorts. The man, Roy, extended his hand, yet I couldn’t miss the lascivious full body scan he gave me. He held my hand as he introduced his wife, Maria, and child Rayna. He stepped closer to kiss my hand and blatantly pressed his own hand against my chest. His eyes twinkled sinfully as he strayed and crushed my breast. Before I could react (slowly), he dropped our hands to his groin and pinned them against his flaccid, yet dense dick.

While rubbing his dick with my hand, he told me they were new neighbors and wanted to apologize in advance if I spotted them naked in their home. He wanted to explain that they were not only nudists, but fairly liberal sexually. He hoped their actions didn’t offend me, but felt secure that he found a kindred spirit since I made no effort to remove his hand.

I smiled and, though my husband wasn’t home yet, gestured for them to enter and tell me more. Three sexy asses moved to my sofa as I watched their gentle, exaggerated ballet. I wasn’t sure about the women, but Roy’s loosely shifting cock screamed ‘commando’ and I wondered how long before it expanded down his shorts, lifted the legging and exploded into plain sight. My intrigue and curiosity already hoped for that.

Four sizeable tits wobbled unrestrained under their loose shields. Maria wore a white peasant top off her shoulders and pulled down to expose quite a bit of cleavage. Iridescent red headed Rayna wore a low cut, pale purple tank top with huge arm/side cut aways that threatened to let her swaying D-cups escape. Both women showed hints of camel toes that just added to their lusty nonchalance. Though Rayna looked like an overdeveloped fourteen year old, I later learned she was actually twenty.

Roy was the first to comment that he liked the way my ribbed, green tank top clung to my sexy tits. My nipples stiffened at the pointed, leering, bold compliment. Rayna pointed straight at my hard nipples and said it seemed it was time to show me what her family was really like. She casually pulled her top over her head and let her massive tits rebound to their natural, high position. They were perfection! She grabbed her mom’s hem and pulled it up as Maria raised her arms. Perfect C-cups fell out of her top. Rayna turned to her dad and peeled his shirt off.

As he bent and shifted, his dick danced for my fixated eyes. “I hate wearing clothes!” said Rayna as she pushed her shorts to her feet. She high stepped out of the shorts and made sure her fiery red bush and bald labia targeted me. She curtsied slowly, sarcastically so her slim-lipped pussy opened a bit for me to admire its youthful tension. She stood stiffly a moment showing off her flawless body and eryaman escort leered at me. “We’re hoping you will join us in our freedom. Mom, you want some help?”

She didn’t. The hint was enough for Maria to momentarily rest her hands on her firm abs and sexily push her shorts down her shapely, muscular, jogger’s legs. Pantyless, in a second she was as nude as her child and I was even more impressed. Her brown, arrow-shaped bush contrasted with her bright blonde hair and pointed at her lusty labia with inner lips pushed out just enough to make me crave bitting them. As she lifted her legs out of her shorts, she ran a finger into her slit and spread it for me so I could see her swollen clit. Rayna snorted at her brazen seduction and rubbed her own clit. “Do you mind . . .?” I asked as I pointed my lens at the exhibitionists. They all smiled, but didn’t answer.

I zoomed in on Roy’s tenting shorts since I could already tell his religion. He wedged his thumbs in them and pushed them down several inches, just enough to expose all of his dark bush and an inch of his hard dick. He smiled as he teased and I stared, then slowly showed me more. He paused again when his swollen bishop appeared.

Rayna pulled the waist around her dad’s thick, stiff 8″ dick and let it launch hard against his toned, hairy abs. It rebounded and he leveled it directly at me. I snapped a photo as it was and when it was covered by Rayna’s hand. What a close family! Rayna dropped to her knees, took his shorts with her and licked his cock. As his kid licked his clear, sweet pre-cum, he asked me, “Now that we are comfortable, do you need or want our help matching us?”

“Umm, well, I have an arrangement with my husband Al that we will only play intimately with others with our mutual consent. That means absolutely no fluid exchange through sex, oral, fingering or kissing is allowed. We always insist on seeing a current STD blood panel too. Maybe when he gets here . . . “

“Agreed. That’s too bad.” Roy commented. “I hoped to taste your nipples and juices before sharing you with my family. I guess we have to wait for that, assuming you’re willing. Meanwhile, you should join us naked while we wait for Al. That’s not violating your agreement, is it?”

They didn’t wait for my answer. All three approached me and Maria took my phone and took photos as I quietly agreed that they were right. Rayna gently pulled my top off and my tiny tits shook, nipples hard and close to two faces. Roy pinched a nipple then dropped to his knees with his thumbs in my panties and pulled them and my shorts to my feet. He rested his cheek against my navel and slid slowly thru my trimmed, brown pubes. I heard him inhale deeply as his nose pressed against my labia and split them apart. He groaned as he inhaled my moist fragrance. I groaned as I wished Al would hurry home so I could let Roy lick me. He rolled a lip open and rubbed his nose against my clit without tasting it. I was suddenly aware that Rayna was holding my cheeks apart and sniffing my butt and pussy as Maria took more photos of both of them.

While cupping my vulva, Ray challenged, “Well, since this is temporarily forbidden fruit we can’t eat, let’s show Sue what she’s likely to see from her windows.” They retreated to the edge of the sofa, Maria on all four, Roy knelt behind her. He spread her pussy open and licked it deeply before lining up his cock. I moved around them, took photos and watched Rayna lie on her back and align her pussy with her mom’s hungry mouth. Maria leaned far forward and sucked her child’s tongue into her mouth, then moved to her rigid nipple.

Just as Roy swapped his cock etimesgut escort with his tongue in his wife’s love hole, Maria dipped her own tongue into her child’s swollen, tempting, glistening pussy. She moaned lightly at the taste then louder as she felt her husband sink into her. My breath went ragged at the incestuous, loving sight. I had to rub my slit, my clit, and let Ray watch. I pulled my wet inner, protruding lips and teased Roy with them. Strangers just moments ago were now fucking for me just a foot away as I reveled in letting him watch me satisfy myself.

Before their arousal climbed to climax, Rayna straddled her mom pressing her big tits into her back and aligning her pussy over her mom’s, offering it to her dad. He immediately fingered the young pussy, licked it deeply to savor its flavors and plunged his stiff cock into his child. He pumped her pussy several times then switched to fucking her mom. For several minutes, I watched his slippery, nectar coated, tempting, thick cock alternate between two perfect pussies. I know Al will want to do that! Maybe I’ll add my pussy to the stack and let both men fuck us all! The slapping, squishy sounds of love escalated with their breathing as well as my own sighs.

Roy guided Maria to her back and Rayna licked the sexy soup of the threesome off his cock before guiding it into her mother. We watched his thick cock fold Maria’s labia into her sex box then watched them cling to his stiff staff as it tried to escape. I took many photos. Rayna stepped away and hugged me.

We watched mesmerized as Maria’s tits jostled in all directions. “I hope you get to feel my mom’s tongue in your pussy; she gives great head.” I sighed at the thought. Rayna sat on Maria’s chest facing her dad. She kissed him deeply and passionately as she slid her pussy to Maria’s talented tongue. She leaned forward and licked the juncture of her mom’s clit and her dad’s cock. I so wanted to join them. Instead, I took more photos. I heard a car outside!

Al pulled into our driveway and was about to unlock the door when, ignoring the lurid view I gave some neighbors, I swung it wide open. I struck a sexy, breathy, uncharacteristic pose for my shocked husband and greeted him eagerly, gleefully, with phone cam in hand, sweaty and naked. I snapped a shot of his surprised and delighted face as he took in my slim, shapely, flushed body. “Welcome home, love. Meet our new neighbors.” I pivoted and pointed to the living room and the three naked people on the floor. “We tried waiting for you, but just couldn’t. The lady on the floor is Maria, that’s her husband Roy stuffing his cock in her, and the beautiful redhead sitting on Maria’s face is their child, Rayna.” His mouth dropped as he took in the lusty sight.

“Don’t let me interrupt.” Al quipped after a fast recovery. He scrutinized me as much as the strangers and I knew he wondered how involved I got. In between gasps, Roy told him that I had set the limits according to our agreement and he respected them, as did they all.

We noticed Al’s slacks were already tented so I signaled Rayna to help me denude my Al. Despite her blase denials, she rushed over and clearly relished stripping him. I pulled his shirt off and left the jackpot for Rayna. She easily dropped his pants and took them and his shoes off together. Maria also watched as Al’s dick pushed his briefs into a steep tent.

Rayna watched me and AL as she ran her hands slowly up his legs, over his covered sac and onto his rigid log. He looked at me for my reaction. I smiled at him and watched Rayna slip casually and confidently into his briefs, grab his cock then slowly pull his etlik escort briefs down until he was naked like the rest of us.

With his big dick freed and swelling quickly in the young stranger’s hand, Al offered, “You know, we can have ONE way fluids exchange. HJ is ok and spanning a gap to fill your mouth with my cum is ok too, but a BJ or licking has to wait. Finger fucking my wife or our asses is fine as long as you have no open cuts on those fingers. You can’t put your fingers back inside her after you lick them so you may want to wait until she cums before sucking her tasty nectar off them.”

“You mean we didn’t have to wait to taste your wife? Come here, sweetie, my safe fingers NEED to dive into your pussy. We’ll let Al watch and you can both finger my wife and kid too. We’ll get you a copy of our blood panel so you can fuck them next time and so I can fuck Sue. They are both on the pill, so no worries there.”

Al’s eyebrow snapped up even before Rayna stuck out her tongue and teasingly orbited his swollen bishop without touching it. She slid up and down his rigid cock as I stepped closer to Roy to give him intimate access to my holes. He rolled my labia open and slowly pushed two fingers into me as Al watched this new stranger finger fuck me. He briefly strummed my clit until it leapt out of its hood then plowed my pussy at the same rate he was fucking his wife.

“Oh, Al, he knows his stuff. He’s making my clit hum and has already found my G-spot just as you do. I’m going to cum already all over his hand and face. Ohhhhhhhhh.” My knees weakened and only Roy’s fingers inside me and Maria’s hand under my ass let me collapse slowly to the floor in raspy bliss. I shuddered gently for a few minutes.

Rayna watched me as she continued jerking my husband’s distended, purple cock. He had his fingers in her young, soft, wet pussy making her gasp. She flushed and shuddered in a squeaky climax then fell to her knees. She cupped his balls and rubbed his slippery bishop with her thumb so she could taste his sweet, clear Cowper’s off it before sliding the hot cock across her face.

Despite his desperate desire to eat her, he reluctantly put his pussy-soaked fingers in her mouth and let her taste herself. She savored her flavor and wrapped her hand behind his sac where, judging by Al’s sudden forward lurch, she pressed into his ass. He climbed onto his toes as her finger circled inside him and milked his prostate. In seconds, his balls tightened, his ass clenched and he shot a strong load across a short gap and onto her tongue. She quickly swallowed that thick gift, then, against our rules, she wrapped her lips around the tip of Al’s spasming cock and sucked his next two streams into her mouth. She did not swallow those loads. Instead, she crawled quickly to her dad and briefly but deeply kissed him to push some of Al’s sperm into his mouth. He happily accepted.

She then crawled onto her mom so her pussy was in her dad’s face. While she deeply kissed her mom for long moments and shared Al’s cum with her, her dad licked and sucked her pussy juices. Al and I groaned at the lusty, incestuous sight. Eating Rayna’s pussy was enough to launch Roy into orgasm. We watched his cheeks clench hard as he finally shot his loads into his orgasming wife while licking his child to climax. They collapsed to the floor with Roy’s face in my groin. Al knelt over my face and they all watched me suck his sodden cock clean.

Roy piped up again, “I can’t wait until we can do this all again without restrictions.” And he rubbed his nose into my wet pussy.

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Naked Alley Ch. 01: Father’s Day

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Father’s Day

My daughter and her friends invited us fathers to a nudist camping event.

This story is part of a series named: Naked Alley. It is advised to read the series in the sequence of the stories. Part 1 is a long read. So if you want to get to the action asap, this might not be your thing.

As always, all persons have reached the age of 18 years or more since they were born.

Note to the reader: English is not my first language so it may sometimes read as if you are listening to somebody from a foreign country. But thanks to oldnakeddad for editing and proofreading this story and making it more readable!

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1.

“No, Dad, I’ll drive today.”

That’s how I found myself sitting next to my daughter in her old, classic VW Beetle and I wondered how she had kept it running. I wondered how she had managed to get a lot of things done but, somehow, she always did. For one thing, she was never afraid to ask and for another, she had a lot of friends. So, I guessed she had a friend who took care of her Beetle.

That car suited her perfectly. A bit of a flower child herself, she didn’t care about a lot of material things but the things she had were chosen very carefully.

I looked around in the car. Not very clean but not a complete mess either. Her hand-knitted handbag was on the backseat and apparently stuffed with a lot of things. Next to it was my backpack, empty in comparison, with only some towels and some other small things that she had asked me to take along.

It all started about an hour before, when she surprised her mom and me with a visit and, even more surprisingly, with the notice that today, Father’s Day, she would take me on a surprise trip. The idea itself surprised us the most. Father’s Day was never a big thing in our family and the children had long forgotten to do anything for it. So, after packing my backpack, we had gotten into her car and took off, leaving mom behind with all kinds of questions.

I had some questions of my own. Such as why, where to and why towels? I could imagine only two places where only towels were needed…a sauna or a nude beach. But I couldn’t imagine being taken to either place by my twenty-three year old daughter! So, after a quarter of an hour of chit-chat, in which she clearly wasn’t going to tell me where we were heading, I popped the question.

“So, Bibi, I really like surprises, especially when I receive them from you, but what is this all about? Are you going to tell me what we’re going to do or will I have to wait to find out? And, why is it that, this year, you are giving me something on Father’s Day?”

“Ok, Dad, I’ll tell you. But, well, never mind, I’ll just tell you. Just let me finish the whole story, ok?” she answered.

“Ok,” I replied.

“I have this friend who started a small camp site a couple of years ago. It’s not a big camp site and it’s for members-only but, more importantly, it is a naturist camp site. A few weeks ago, I saw her and we spoke about how things were going. She mentioned that this year, nationwide, all ‘naturist-camps’ will have a Father’s Day special.

All fathers are free to come in and get to know the camp. That’s how we came up with the idea. I guess you know, by now, that I’m quite an ‘open’ person. I’m comfortable with who and what I am so you shouldn’t be surprised that I’ve visited this camp site before, or for the matter, occasionally gone to nude beaches,” she explained.

“Ha ha. So, nudity does run in the family after all! I’m glad to hear it!” I answered happily.

“You know, Dad, I still vaguely remember us going to the beach when we were very young and all being naked and playing naked in the sand. I guess it was a natural thing to stop it once we grew older but sometimes I regret stopping and wish we had been more comfortable with ourselves and our bodies as we grew up.”

“I know, but it’s like that. You grow and change and it all starts to be a bit confusing and awkward. I also sometimes regret that we were not able to guide you and your sister through those years without shame or awkwardness with your bodies. But then, we really should have been more like a ‘naturist’ family and you know how that is with mom,” I told her, looking at her while she was driving.

“Yeah, I know, Dad. I know you still occasionally visit a nude beach, so you haven’t given up yourself,” she answered, her eyes on the road.

“No, I haven’t and hopefully will not do so for a long time. But wait, how do you know?” I asked.

“Mom told me. She knows you’re every step! Just kidding, but she told me and I saw you once, last year.” She smiled, as if she knew more than that.

“Why didn’t you step up and say hello? Too shy or embarrassed maybe?” I asked, surprised.

“Ha, maybe a little of both. I was there with two other friends and didn’t want to point you out. I don’t know why but you got noticed by them! They pointed you out and made some positive remarks about how çankaya escort a man can age and remain physically attractive. Ha ha! So, what do you think about that?”

“Ha ha! And you didn’t dare tell them I was your old man?!” I laughingly got back to her.

******

My mind drifted back to the times when we were just a young family and when we were naked together when she and her sister were little children. Later, the kids had grown and left home, our marriage survived them, and each other, and we were rolling along in life. I thought about how different the girls always had been, a classical difference in many ways.

The oldest, and more responsible one, was more into books and knowledge with music as her great passion. Bibi, the youngest one and sitting next to me, had always been the physical one and the free spirit. Not into knowledge but with great reflection on life from a young age. Life was a big playground for her and it attracted her kind of people to play with.

So, it came as no surprise to hear about Bibi’s parachute lessons or her meditation retreats or holidays into countries unknown to tourists or her skinny dipping and other naked activities. It made me proud, in a sense, to see a girl like her grow up, living life joyfully, day by day. Though I was never overly enthusiastic about her dos and don’ts, she knew I was a very proud father and she returned this with an openness that sometimes surprised me. And now with a present like this.

******

“Ok, Dad, here we are,” she said when she stopped the car at the end of the road.

I looked at a big old farm in the middle of flat meadowlands which were cut in straight lines by small lines of water. Trees were the only things, apart from the farmhouses, that made their figures in the sky above an endless green horizon. I didn’t know such a place existed so nearby our house. A sign near the closed gate read ‘Nature’s Ally – Naturally’.

“We call it ‘Naked Alley’ among our friends,” she laughed when I spoke the name out loud.

Underneath the title it read, ‘Camping Naturel – Members Only’.

Bibi dug a key card out of her bag and, when the gate opened, we drove past the farm to a small parking space behind it. From that spot, we could see a big field with all kinds of tents on it and, beyond the field, a small lake with some small boats on it.

“Come on, let’s check in,” she told me and took me by the hand.

“I love you, you know that! And thanks for this time together,” I said.

I gave her a little kiss on the forehead. She just smiled.

2.

Following her, I stepped into a big reception room which also served as the camp shop. A big wooden table in the middle functioned as a desk. Because of the little bell on the entrance door, a woman entered through another doorway.

She was of West-Indies descent with beautiful, coffee-coloured skin. With only a Pareo wrapped around her hips, her small well rounded breasts, with their dark areolas, attracted my attention but most of all a very big, loving smile underneath beautifully shaped eyes greeted us. Her hair was trimmed very short so all of the nice features of her face showed very well.

“Welcome, lovely ones!” she welcomed us and she gave Bibi a close hug.

“It’s so good you’re with us today!”

She went on to take my hand and elbow and bent forward to give me three kisses on alternate cheeks, as is the common custom.

“Tom, isn’t it? I’m Tanya. Bibi gave me some info about you and I’m very happy to be able to welcome you today on our little retreat,” she said and I could feel the sincerity of her welcome.

“Let me show you the way. Everybody has arrived except, of course, the ones that were already staying with us. So now we’re complete.”

She led us through the door we had entered and proceeded to walk around the building while keeping her step in pace so we could walk next to her. I gave Bibi a questioning look. She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, ‘just take what comes to you’.

Around another corner and we entered a paved terrace with some foldable wooden chairs and wooden tables. There were six other couples, so to speak, sitting around a table with three chairs left. We said hello and good morning, in general, and took our places. I looked around and admired the place. It was a very cosy and intimate terrace, full of the atmosphere of the old farm but with a personal, worldly touch. Like the Tibetan prayer-flags or the old stone statues.

Turning my attention to the group that welcomed us, it wasn’t what I had expected. Six men, around my age, and six daughters, of varying ages, were looking at us when we sat down. Bibi seemed to be among the younger ones with one girl looking more like a teen than a twenty something. On the other side of the spectrum were Tanya and two other girls who seemed to be closer to thirty than twenty.

“Ok, everybody, it looks like everyone has arrived. demetevler escort A very warm welcome to you all!” Tanya spoke out.

“I’ve already met most of you once or twice. I think four fathers are new to me but their daughters were so kind to give me some info on them. In a moment, I will introduce everybody to each other, as I will also introduce myself, but first, I would like to explain the idea behind today and the program your daughters and I came up with to celebrate Father’s Day with you. But, in the meantime, don’t hesitate to help yourself to the hot tea or the iced tea as my introduction may take a while.”

She went on with her introduction as we helped ourselves to some drinks.

“So, as your girls will have explained to you, we are a so-called ‘Naturist’ camp. I started this camp two years ago. This is going to be the third year we’re open. Like last year, the National Naturist Federation came up with the idea to open our camp, for free, for fathers who come with their children.

Because this camp is for members-only, I’ve come up with the idea to organise something special. This camp has, more or less, become a small community. We all know and respect each other which is not to say we are all the same. Some of us are more traditional naturists where being one with nature is a leading thought.

On the other hand, we have members which are quite ‘libertine’, as they say in France, and everything in between. To accommodate all different lifestyles, we have designated certain areas where everybody respects each other’s behaviour.”

“Now, for the activities we’ve come up with and I emphasize ‘we’ because it was done in real collaboration with all of the girls. More precisely, all of the program details came from one or more of the girls and we unanimously agreed on all of the activities.”

“The first activity, after the introduction, will be the most awkward moment of today. You will all go to the dressing room to undress. We have lockers there the stuff you want to keep safe,” Tanya went on.

“To get our bodies moving, we’ll start with a little game of volleyball, daughters against fathers of course. We’ll do a stretching session before and after. The cooling down session will be followed by a short yoga class that will end with some meditation exercises. After this, we’ll have some tea or other drinks and some light snacks to eat,” she explained.

“For the second activity, we’ll have a massage training and during that time is when you will receive the present the girls are offering you. They will get the training and you will receive the massage!”

This brought a lot of smiles to the faces of us fathers. I could see the girls giggling towards each other. For sure, they had been practising already!

“The third activity has been named the ‘After-Party’. We’ll find a place to enjoy each other’s company, have some drinks, beers, wines, etc., some food and, of course, there’s no driving after drinking but this is a camp site so we’ll have accommodations for everybody who needs to stay or simply would like to stay.”

During her speech, my eyes wandered around to see what company we had. It was really a mixed bunch but with a common theme, I thought…at ease with being naked in the company of others. If not so, it didn’t prevent someone from being there. Tanya went on with her introduction.

“Ok, if the program is clear, I would like to say one more thing. Relax and just take it as it comes. I’ll start the introduction of our guests, ok?”

Nobody asked questions and some took the opportunity to pour another glass of tea.

3.

“So, I’ll just go around, starting on my left side. You’ll understand the reason why I asked you to sit the way you are because now I can introduce the daughter first and her father second.”

“This is Bibi, who’s twenty-three years old. I’ve known her for five years, ever since she left home, actually. We do Bikram Yoga classes together and, on some occasions, we’ll have these girls-only naked yoga classes. From there on, I invited her here to the Alley. She’s a wonderful, free spirit…everything goes without ever feeling insecure about anything.

And then there’s Tom, her fifty-one year old father, the source of her free spirit, as Bibi tells it. The thing she most admires about him is his ‘never look back’ mentality. Whatever happens, whatever situations you’ll find yourself in, count your blessings and move on.”

I gave Bibi a surprised look and she just smiled broadly, bent over and gave me a little peck on my cheek. Tanya went on to introduce the rest. I noticed that my attention was more towards their physical appearances than towards the stories Tanya told about their common history or the characteristics she shared with us.

Next to me sat Eve, a twenty-five year old, with long red hair, on the skinny side and who was a long-time friend of Tanya. She wore a skimpy, light green summer dress which gave emek escort hints that it was the only thing she wore but the smile she was wearing was so radiant and warm that nobody was noticing her clothes or the implied lack them. Her fifty-two year old father, Nicholas, Nico for us, was a very friendly, blond, tall man who Tanya had also known a long time but who never had visited the camp.

The next couple was a part of the ‘Naked Alley’ from the beginning. The daughter was Sophia, who looked like she had some Mediterranean blood flowing through her thirty year old body that showed her curves even when she was seated. Her fifty-four year old father, Adrian, was introduced as a ‘Natural Born Naturist’, a member from the first year and an avid swimmer in the lake that bordered the camp site. Because they stayed there, both wore only a ‘sarong’ style cotton cloth. She had it tied over the top of a set of firm breasts, his was tied around his waist.

Seated next to them was twenty-six year old Maria, a tall girl with dark blond hair that easily reached the middle of her back. Tanya introduced her as one of her hard-core yoga companions and this showed in her tight, athletic body. Her tight black tank top and short jeans fit her like gloves. Her fifty-three year old father, Lucas, was visibly a bit nervous. His initial reluctance to join was only put aside through the persistence of his wife, Maria’s mother, who pleaded to shed his inhibitions for once (and maybe for all, she hoped) as Tanya explained. He received a big hug from his daughter when Tanya finished her introduction and it became clear he wasn’t used to such a display of bodily contact but Maria clearly was very easy with it, a youthful air of liveliness and enthusiasm around her. She confided in us that her mother was so jealous of this event! Lucas was as timid as the next couple seemed bold.

Of French descent, both twenty-eight year old Nathalie and her father Norbert, a very healthy, and fit, fifty-plus year old with silver coloured, short, trimmed hair, were part of the more ‘libertine’ clan that occupied a part of the camp. After being raised quite open and free, Nathalie, with her dark brown curly hair and dressed in a buttoned summer dress, took her own steps on the path of the libertine lifestyle and found a like-minded boyfriend a year ago.

Anne, twenty-five years old, was sitting next to Norbert, on his left side. She was a tall, blond girl who could have easily been picked from one of the hockey fields of the country. A ponytail, to keep her neck free, a loose T-shirt and sport shorts completed the image of a hockey-chick. She, too, was a long-time friend of Tanya. She attended school with Eve and they moved to the same city together where they shared an apartment. They met Tanya in the ‘club scene’ during their first year in college and became the youngsters in the steady circle around Tanya.

Her forty-eight year old stepfather, Marc, had married her mother, a lost and found again high-school sweetheart, after Anna’s father left the family for another woman when she was a small kid. They acted very close together, as if she was her mother whom he fell in love with two decades earlier and as if he was the father-figure she missed when she was a little girl.

The last couple was a special one because she looked like the kid she had probably left behind her. Lola had just turned eighteen years old, two months prior. Her child-like appearance was enhanced by her small frame which was not short but thin and child-like. Her fifty-five-year-old dad was called Harry, and he was an old, weathered musician. Looking at the pair, one couldn’t miss the resemblance to Liz and Steve Tyler.

This angel-like child. who was probably raised by her mother (who had done a wonderful job!), behaved very natural amidst a group where most of her peers were at least five years older. They were also part of the Naked Alley community which explained why she was dressed in only an oversized T-shirt and he wore only cut-off jeans and sunglasses.

Tanya went on.

“So, I will leave my introduction at this. It’s time to start with everything the girls have organised for you but I really want to point out one more, very important, item. We are all going to be very open, and also very vulnerable, to each other but also to people who are not here. So we, the girls and I, really want to make it clear that what happens here, stays here. Ok? Of course, you can talk to your wives or friends about this day but please keep it in general terms. We’re not going to do things illegal but it’s hard to understand an experience when you’ve not been part of it. And we plan to give you all a very good experience!”

4.

After instructions from Tanya to go and get undressed, we all walked to the dressing room. The regulars showed us the way while we shook hands and the girls kissed and hugged each other. It was clear they had spent some serious time together planning all of this.

Once we got inside, we found a place to hang our clothes above the benches that lined the walls. One of the instructions Tanya had given us was, ‘this is Father’s Day, so with everything, fathers first! But be so kind and help them a bit. And when you’re ready, help somebody who’s not!’

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Jack and Ruby remained speechless as they stood there looking at each other. To say they were shocked was an understatement.

A knock came on the door again… “Ok you freaky lovers, door is opening in 10 seconds,” said the voice on the other side.

Quickly Jack and Ruby put their blindfolds back on, their hearts pounding like bass drums, echoing off the walls of the closet.

Seconds later, the cool rush of air surrounded them as the door was opened.

“Whoa!!!, looks like you two definitely got acquainted in there,” said the familiar voice.

Everyone began laughing and whistling as Jack and Ruby emerged from the closet, their identity still unknown to everyone.

The rest of the party was pretty much a blur for the mother and son team as they tried their best to entertain the guests into the wee hours of the morning.

Around 3 am, the last of the party goers drifted from the house, leaving a path of destruction, comparable only to an F-5 tornado.

“I’m really tired hun, we can get this mess in the morning,” said Ruby.

“Ok mom, I’m sorry my friends trashed the place, I’ll be up early cleaning it up,” said Jack in a sleepy voice.

The next morning the two emerged from their bedrooms, somehow forgetting the destruction that awaited them.

“Oh fuck, I’m not ready to deal with this,” said Ruby, flopping down on the couch.

Jack couldn’t help but notice the short shirt she was wearing, and the obvious fact that she was not wearing newcratos panties.

She looked so hot sitting there on the couch, her legs spread slightly with her eyes closed and arm above her head. He could see her nipples poking thru her shirt, begging to be sucked.

He couldn’t help it, his mom was sexy as hell and he wanted more of what they had shared last night.

Before he realized what he was doing, he found himself between her legs, licking and kissing her inner thigh.

She quickly opened her eyes.

“Mmmmm baby, you know that feels so good, I was hoping you would come to me,” she purred.

Jack looked up at her as his tongue circled her thigh.

She reached down and gently ran her fingers thru his hair, letting him know she wanted this as much as he did.

Without delay, Jack quickly made his way up to her pussy, which was already beginning to get wet. His young, strong tongue ran laps inside her slit, causing her to moan for her son to keep going. He slid his arms up underneath her, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to him. The tip of his nose tickled her clit as his tongue explored her mature pussy.

She leaned her head back, again closing her eyes. The feeling of her son’s tongue buried in her pussy was almost too much for Ruby to handle. She slowly began rocking her small frame back and forth, sliding her fuck hole over his mouth. She gripped his hair tighter, pulling his face into her, her legs instinctively wrapped newcratos giriş around his neck.

Jack was getting so hot for his mother, he didn’t know how much more he could take. His desire was at the boiling point. He began licking and sucking her clit furiously, his thick middle finger invaded her asshole as she moaned and groaned.

“Oh baby, don’t stop, mom’s gonna cum for you!!,” she screamed.

Jack pumped his finger faster in and out of her asshole while he devoured her pussy, nibbling her clit. He felt her body begin to quiver and he knew she was close.

“Oh baby!!! omg baby!! oh oh ohhhhhhhh shittttttttt!!!!!!!,” she yelled as her pussy squirted all over her son’s face. Puddles of thick, sweet cum filled his mouth and ran down his chin. He kept licking and sucking as she rode her orgasm out, bucking and riding his tongue.

A few minutes later, she calmed down, slowly dropping her legs. She moaned as her pussy contracted and the climax subsided.

But Jack wasted no time. He had to have her NOW. He pulled her legs back up, placing them on his chest together.

Ruby moaned again, knowing what was about to happen next.

“Mmm fuck me son,” she begged.

Jack grinned at her and quickly, with no warning, stuffed her pussy full of his cock. Immediately hitting the back, causing Ruby to moan and groan in breathless intervals. He fucked her slowly at first, waiting for her juices to lubricate his shaft.

She opened her legs a bit and made him watch her finger her pussy.

“Oh god mom, you look so fucking hot,” he whispered.

She smiled at him and began furiously rubbing her clit which was still sensitive from her amazing climax just minutes before.

Watching her do this to herself sent Jack over the edge. He wanted to cum inside his mother again, he wanted to feel her pussy grip his cock as they climaxed together.

He began pumping her harder… faster… deeper… rocking her body. Her tits jiggled from the force, her pink nipples were like tiny bullets.

The faster he fucked her, the faster she rubbed.

Soon, the house was full of their moans and groans, breathless dirty talk as the mother and son fucked.

“Oh fuck mom, I’m gonna cum, make me fucking cum in you mom,” he groaned.

Ruby tightened the walls of her pussy around her son’s bulging cock.

“Oh baby, I’m gonna cum againnnnn!!!!!!”, she yelled.

And again, she squirted her sticky sweet juices all over, coating Jack’s cock. Watching her climax again was too much for him. He gripped her hips tightly, one more thrust and ropes of warm, thick cum exploded into his mother. They both moaned and yelled, each of them riding out their climaxes. Jack’s cock jerked furiously inside his mother’s pussy, as it contracted around his shaft, milking him.

After a few minutes, the pair calmed down again. Jack withdrew from his mother, and leaned in to kiss her. Their tongues danced as they explored each other’s mouths. Ruby teasingly sucked her son’s bottom lip, tasting her juices.

They knew their relationship would never be the same after last night… it would be better.

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Who would have thought that after a year of sitting at home alone, I would be on a date? Not only a date, but a date with a great guy. I’d been standing in the grocery store, minding my business, when the gentleman in front of me turned around and said, “Can you watch my daughter for two seconds, I just need to run and get some Pampers, right there.” He pointed to the aisle directly behind us and then his toddler. She was wearing the cutest little t-shirt with Kente embroidery on it and the brightest smile you’d ever want to see.

“Sure, go ahead.” No sooner than her father walked away, the little girl stood up in the cart and made a lunge for the candy, trying to leap like she was the star acrobat in the UniverSoul Circus. I grabbed her just in time before she took a big spill on the floor. “Slow down there little lady.” Rather than her being scared by a stranger, she fit in my arms perfectly and started playing with my earrings and talking to me quite fluently in little girl baby talk.

By the time her father came back, he was apologizing. “I’m so sorry. Let me guess, she made a dive for the candy. I don’t let her have sugar and her mother does so we go through a period of withdrawal every time it’s my time for custody.” She was smiling at me with this little innocent, angelic, brown face and all I could do was come to her defense.

“Nooooo, she . . . it wasn’t like that. She was just , , , ” I wasn’t very good at lying and I just stopped in mid sentence. “What’s your name, Princess?”

She told me her name quite promptly. I didn’t understand what the heck she said but at that point, she was focused on my necklace and jabbering away about something I’m sure only another two year old or a parent could understand. “Her name is Shakhari, and she is indeed my little princess. I’ll take her back now, thanks.” Shakhari was having none of that and she grabbed my neck and laid her sweet little head on my shoulder. “I share joint custody with her mother and when she lives with me, my brother, and his two sons; she’s the only woman in the house. She has a need for female bonding that defies logical thinking. That estrogen is some powerful stuff, right?”

“It’s okay, I’ll hold her, go ahead, it looks like you could use an extra hand.” While Daddy was unpacking the cart, getting his super savings card swiped, and paying, I was checking him out; he was actually very cute. He had a full beard and a delicious looking chocolate complexion and a shopping cart full of health food. I whispered in Shakhari’s ear, “You know, your Daddy is pretty handsome.”

That must have been the magic phrase because almost immediately Shakhari wanted to go back to Daddy and she reached out to him. He scooped her up and kept loading his cart with the bags like he was the featured juggler with UniverSoul. Right before they were ready to leave, he said, “Say goodbye to the pretty lady, Shakhari.” She blew me a big kiss and I could hear her saying bye-bye over and over until they were well beyond the automatic doors.

I paid for my groceries and made my way to the parking lot. I was putting my groceries in the back seat and still thinking about Dad and that sexy smile when I heard someone say, “Excuse me.” I looked up and it was Dad. “I didn’t get your name. I’m Vernon; I wanted to thank you for taking care of my little lady. I was wondering if . . . Do you think it would be okay if I gave you my number and you could give me a call . . . that is if you aren’t married or seeing someone or anything. Sorry, I’m not very good at this. I haven’t dated in a long while so I’m a little out of practice. I’m sorry.”

I extended my hand, “I’m Deborah, nice to meet you. There’s no need to apologize.” He handed me his business card with his home and cell phone numbers written on the back. A week later I was on a date with him, sitting at a table staring into the dreamiest eyes possible and pinching myself that he was so amazing.

The chemistry was just there, it wasn’t forced or anything, we just seemed to connect. He told me that he’d moved to the area two years ago, a little before Shakhari was born, and his pregnant girlfriend at the time had no intention of moving away from her family, and they had no plans to get married. “I got a chance to really make a difference,” he explained, “so when my brother told me they were opening an Office of Minority Affairs in the county, and were looking for someone to head it up, and he could get me an interview, I jumped at the chance. Janet is a massage therapist on a cruise ship for 3 or 4 months at a time so it works our perfectly that I can take Shakhari, my brother and his two teenage sons are the perfect babysitters whenever I need them. When she is with her Mom, I feel like my entire life is on hold.” He explained to me that he’d largely gotten caught up in his ex’s looks and while he could have made better choices in a partner, and used a lot more precaution, i.e. protection, he was making the best of the newcratos situation and being the best father he knew how to be.

The more we talked, the more attracted I was. Sure, we’d talked on the phone, gotten to know each other a little bit before the date, but there was something about being in his presence, smelling his cologne, seeing those shoulders, just being in the company of a man that was intoxicating. I told him my sad story, of how I’d let myself love a man who didn’t love me and how it had fucked with my self esteem so I’d been alone for a while, just trying to work on myself. Isolated was a better term for it. I’d sort of shut myself off from the rest of the world to figure things out and make sense of it all. Usually, when you admit flaws to a man, they run 100 yards in the opposite direction but Vernon was hanging right in there with me, it didn’t seem to disturb him in the least. I could tell from his actions and his words that he was really interested in finding a woman of substance, which is rare. Most men are looking for a woman of beauty, who won’t question them or demand anything of them. He explained that after Shakhari was born, he was intent on finding a great role model for his daughter and a great partner with whom he could build a life together. Boy was I glad the recipe I was using called for shallots that night and I had to run to the store.

After dinner, we walked hand in hand by the bay, looking out over the water and up at the stars. We sat on a bench for a while and watched the other couples walk by, kissing and hugging, feeling each other up as if no one could see what they were doing. I got a little chilly and he gave me his jacket and put his arms around my shoulders. It was getting late but I was in no rush to end the date so I asked him if he wanted to come back to my place for a drink.

I had no plans on having sex with him; I just wanted to appreciate his company a little more. Vernon was picking out music in the living room while I was in the kitchen getting out the glasses and opening the wine. All of a sudden it hit me that I had made a huge mistake. Wine, music, alone in my apartment. Duh, that meant SEX! Hot, buck naked, sweaty sex. My hands started shaking and I couldn’t even hold the bottle opener steady. I was trying to figure out a way to put a stop to the whole thing, call it off, ask him to leave, when Vernon came in the kitchen and said, “Deborah, is everything alright? Here, let me help you with that.”

He intentionally stood behind me, pressing his body against mine, and wrapped his arms around me, placing his hands on top of mine, and opened the bottle. My heart was racing out of my chest. I could feel the fullness of my ass against him, his chest against my back, his arms were strong but his hands were gentle. I closed my eyes and laid my head back against his chest for a moment and just stood there. He started massaging my shoulders, and he said, “This is nice, thank you for inviting me over.” I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear and in that moment, I felt like a woman. I am a woman of course, but when you spend so much time alone you don’t get a chance to FEEL like a woman. I leaned back into him fully, subconsciously rubbing my ass on him, and I could detect the slightest movement in his pants.

That’s when panic hit me. What the hell was I doing? I wiggled out from between the counter and his body and decided that I was going to gain full control of the situation. I was going to fake a headache and call it a night but Vernon beat me to it. “Whoa, look at the time,” he said! “My nephew has rugby playoffs tomorrow and I have to get home to uhmmm . . . take care of things, to get ready. I mean I need to get up early to get the kids ready and . . . well, I better get going.” He was trying to discretely reposition himself and scramble for his jacket to put in front of him.

I walked him to the door and we said our goodbyes. I guess neither one of us knew what was the appropriate thing to do. The date was awesome, there was chemistry out of this world, but we were both out of practice in the romance department. We stood at my doorway and saying what a great time we both had and how we should do it again soon. I knew good and damn well that I wanted a kiss. I could tell he wanted a kiss too. He stood there stalling for another minute until finally I just put my arms around his neck, leaned in close and closed my eyes.

The next thing I felt were his lips pressed softly against mine, his tongue softly exploring my mouth. He pulled my body tightly to his and I cupped his face in my hands. His hands explored my back and the further down they went, the more I moaned into his mouth. We went from 0 to 60 in five seconds flat. One kiss turned into deep soul kissing and there was no turning back. He sucked my tongue gently in his mouth and I got dizzy. His mouth tasted slightly sweet, like he’d eaten a mint in anticipation of kissing me while I wasn’t newcratos giriş looking. Our lips parted and he started kissing my neck. His technique was out of this world, gently sucking my hot spot and nibbling on my flesh while his hands were pulling me closer, rubbing me all over. There was no way I was going to let him leave so I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the living room. We both fell on the sofa and started making out like two teenagers in high school.

There is something transcendent about being in the arms of a Black man. Anyone who has every had the pleasure can testify to that. Being in the arms of a beautiful Black man, after months of being alone, is like finding an oasis in the desert after crawling on the hot sands. When I’m in that moment, feeling his muscles, the power of his grasp, if feels like it’s the reason I was created, it’s like climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro and reaching the Apex. Pressing his full body weight into mine, he took my breath away. I tried to pull him closer, to become one with him, to somehow feel his breath inside of me. He put his leg between mine and I started humping on him. My skirt was sliding up and I kept trying to subconsciously pull it back down. My mind was so used to putting me off when they made advances; it was hard to turn off that record that allowed me to be fully sensual and expressive with a man.

Truth is, I was scared. I was scared of letting down my guard. I was unsure of how to be sexual with a man anymore. I wasn’t sure what healthy boundaries were. I was playing all sorts of old tapes in my head about being a slut for sleeping with a man on the first date. I’m 30 years old and I was feeling like a teenager on the couch with my mom upstairs, ready to scold me for being fast.

Vernon must have been having the same apprehensions, well, at least comparable ones. He sat up and moved to the far end of the sofa. I was still lying there, with my legs spread, breathing heavy, and a look of tortured lust on my face. I could clearly see the outline of his dick tenting his pants and he made no efforts to hide it.

“Is everything okay,” I asked, sitting up and trying to gain some composure.

“Sure, I’m cool. It’s just that I’m not really sure that we should be doing this. I can’t lie; I want to be with you. You CAN’T imagine how much I want to be with you right now. It’s just that I don’t want my judgment clouded because it’s been so long since I . . . you know. I’m into you for a lot of reasons but I don’t want to just get caught up in the moment because I’m trying to fill the void, feel me? I’m not sure if I’m thinking with the right head.”

I think we both needed that minute to catch our breath and regroup. To be honest, the fact that he wanted to slow things down made me want him that much more. Not completely because you always want what you think you can’t have, but I’m sure that had a little to do with it, but mostly because he was actually thinking about the consequences of us getting too carried away. That was a first. Every other man I’d been with, once we’d gotten to the dry humping, spit swapping, simulating sex stage, there was nothing short of a natural disaster that could get them to think about anything other than fucking.

He pulled my skirt hem down to my knees, rather reluctantly I could tell, and then he pulled me onto his lap. We talked for a few minutes but neither of us made a move to end the evening. I tried to move to sit next to him, expressing that I was fearful that I was hurting him, and he sucked his teeth and gave me a look like, “Gurl, pleeease, don’t even think that you could hurt me.” I TOTALLY felt like a woman in the moment.

It was only then that all the work I’d done on myself, redefining and healing, kicked in. I was a vibrant, vital, woman with a lot to offer and sexual needs, the need for human contact. I was deserving of pleasure and sensual release. Yes, I wanted a relationship but more than that I wanted a man to appreciate me for more than being just a piece of ass. I was reasonably confident that Vernon didn’t just want a one night stand. But the real kicker was in coming to terms with the fact that, even if he did, even if having a sex on the first date wasn’t what I’d been conditioned to think a virtuous woman did, I was empowered and responsible for my happiness. I could choose to see the situation as one of opportunity and take ownership of my emotions afterwards, whatever the outcome.

I straddled Vernon’s lap and faced him. I slowly undid the buttons on my blouse, verrrry slowly. He didn’t say a word; he just sat there and watched me. I pulled my blouse off and dropped it to the floor. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts and he started massaging them. I undid the snaps of my bra and let if find a home on the floor on top of my shirt. Instinctively, his mouth found my nipples and started sucking them. I held them up for him, feeding him, throwing my head back and enjoying the sensation of his tongue, moving from one titty to the other, licking my hardened nipples, sucking them, biting them gently, driving me absolutely fucking crazy.

I started grinding on him, undoing the buttons on his shirt. He said, “Wait, shouldn’t we . . .” I didn’t let him finish his sentence. I kissed him again, this time even more passionately than before, if that was at all possible, and silenced him.

“Vernon, do you want to . . .” I didn’t know what words to use, so I just said what I was really feeling in that moment. “Vernon, do you want to fuck me?”

Without missing a beat, he said, “Deborah, I want to fuck you so bad I can’t see straight.” He buried his face between the soft flesh of my breasts and pushed both nipples together and sucked them at the same time.

I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him toward my bedroom so we could stretch out and be more comfortable. He kept asking me if I was sure about this. I turned on my mackadocious music, the music I played when I wanted to get in the mood to fuck myself, and I started dancing for him, taking off the rest of my clothes. I slid out of my skirt and he just sat on the edge of the bed, looking uncomfortable. Leaving my red lace panties on, I knelt between his legs and undid his belt buckle. He was looking down at me like he was having an out of body experience. I undid the button and lowered the zipper on his pants. I reached in his boxers and felt the heat of his dick. I pulled it from the opening and looked up at him, licked my lips, and licked the head. I saw his eyes roll back in his head and I knew that was my go ahead. I swirled my tongue around the head and started licking his shaft. I slip my lips sensually up and down the length and took his entire dick in my mouth deeply. He was bucking his hips and I was matching his thrusts. He grabbed my by my shoulders and pushed me away. “Stop,” he said breathing heavily, “I need you to slow down.”

I stood up and turned around. I slid my panties down over my full hips and stepped out of them. By the time I had turned back around, Vernon was naked and laying on the bed looking like a chocolate vision of beauty. “My turn,” he said, “and he stuck out his tongue. “I want to taste you.” I climbed on the bed and tried to lie next to him. He wasn’t having that and he told me that he wanted me to ride his face. For a woman who was out of practice at having sex, I wasn’t sure I was comfortable being that assertive. I stopped myself before I got too caught up in old tapes in my head and accepted his invitation.

I grabbed the headboard and threw my leg across his shoulder. He stuck his tongue out and said, “Come on, baby, let me lick that sweet pussy.” I lowered myself slowly, letting the lips of my pussy gently caress his lips. He started kissing my pussy, frenching them like he’d done to me earlier. I was biting my lip, trying to stifle my moans of appreciation but there was no use. I felt fucking fantastic. I started rubbing my pussy on his soft lips, sliding back and forth, feeling his tongue in my hole and his lips sucking at my clit. The sensations were out of the world. Before long, I was bouncing a little harder on his mouth, riding his tongue. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me forward and started licking me from my clit to my asshole. I’ll be a black son of a bitch if I could hold back my sounds of appreciation at that point. I was moaning and talking dirty, telling him how much I loved it.

“Ohhhh, yessss, sexy mother fucker. Let me ride that tongue, shove it in me. Oh shit, that feels so good.” He grabbed thighs and pulled me tighter. Poor little thing, I could have suffocated him I was bouncing up and down on his face so hard. I could feel the tremors, they were building and there was no turning back.

I rolled over on the bed, exhausted, but energized at the same time. Vernon rolled over on me and kissed me and I could taste my juices on his tongue. “Do you need some time to recuperate,” he whispered?

I reached between his legs and felt for his dick and rubbed it on the slit of my pussy. “Fuck me, NOW,” was all I needed to say.

“Oh shit,” he said, “Hold on there sweetness.” He reached for his pants on the side of the bed and pulled out some condoms, opened the package with his teeth, and slid it on his dick. I was so happy he’d taken the initiative to be responsible because I would have kicked myself a thousand times in the morning for not insisting that we use protection.

Locked and fully loaded, he placed my legs on his shoulders. He looked down at me and rubbed the head of his dick on my slit. I was sweating, trying to get him to penetrate me. I was still soaking wet from cumming before but I hadn’t felt a real dick in my in so long, I couldn’t wait any longer. Vernon made me wait. He teased me, excruciatingly painful teasing. He pushed the head in and I gripped the sheets. I was tighter than usual I guess, from not having sex in so long, so he had to work hard to get it all in. We were both sweating and grunting and he was going deeper and deeper. Finally, I could feel his balls on my ass and the head of his dick was deep inside me.

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Many years ago after graduating from college, I was working in an office in Tokyo and I had a long work trip. There were two men I was attracted to on the trip. I was so horny for both of them that I couldn’t decide which one I wanted to fuck more, so I flirted with both of them. I would go back and forth between them, spending half a workday with one of them and then meeting the other for dinner afterwards, and then drinks with the other one, and finally a nightcap with the other again before leaving each of them hard and horny at the end of the night. I was such a slutty tease! They called me an ??????? , an “erotic terrorist.”

I would find every excuse to bend over provocatively in my office wear, knowing my skirts would pull tightly around my ass and my conservative jacket would ride up my back and show off my ass. I made sure to wear my tight form fitting pant suit so that they could see how the fabric hugged my crotch and the crack of my ass when I squatted down or bent over.

It was so fun to be wanted by two men at the same time, and I could tell that both of them could hardly wait to fuck me.

Finally, as the trip was nearing the end, I decided to pick one of them to fuck first. I arranged to meet him at his hotel room after I had dinner with the other man, wearing my high heel black leather boots and a black suit with a white silk camisole. When I got to his room, we had a drink and then I told him to sit on the bed and started Onwin to slowly take my clothes off, dancing languidly to the music from the radio. I could see how excited he was from the tent in in his pants. After I slipped my panties off, I closed my eyes and continued touching myself all over-my breasts, my legs, my neck-slowly touching my wet pussy and sensuously tasting my fingers as if I was licking his cock.

I could hear him breathing hard now, unable to contain himself. I walked over to him, put two fingers deep inside my cunt and scooped out as much of my flowing juices as I could before feeding it to his open mouth-“???? (oishii)…” he moaned, “delicious…”

I unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out, and slowly caressed his purple shaft. It was long and hard with a big bulbous head, and I began sucking on it as if it was the sweetest lollipop.

I was so horny and wet by then, but wanted to prolong his agony. I turned around and bent over so he could see my ass close up. I reached around to pull my cheeks apart so he could see how wet and swollen I was. He moaned and began panting like an overheated dog. I slowly backed up until the tip of his cock was just parting my wet lips, and moved ever so slightly up and forth so he was just barely slipping in and out. He groaned with impatience and grabbed me by my arms, pulling me backwards and impaling me on his shaft. I yelped but immediately began riding Onwin Giriş him. I was moaning and screaming as his hard cock pumped in and out of me. He was using my arms to pull me up and down, the clap of my ass slapping his thighs filling the room. But after just five minutes he came, roaring as he shot sperm deep inside me! I guess he was too excited…!

After I put my clothes back on, his sperm still dripping from my sopping wet cunt, I went straight to the other man’s room. He was a little surprised to see me, since I had said goodnight already. But he didn’t complain when I gave him a much shorter version of the strip show I had given the first man. I just wanted to be fucked hard by then, and I had learned my lesson about not getting a man too hot before getting his cock inside me!

As I straddled his legs and began giving him a grinding lap dance, we kissed wildly and he scrambled to pull the remaining pieces of clothing off me. When I fingered myself and fed him the creamy juices that were flowing out of my sloppy pussy, I laughed wickedly when he moaned “????” just like the other man!

Little did he know that the musky flavour of my cunt was mixed with the sperm of another man!

He looked puzzled about my laughter, so I whispered in his ear that I had just been fucked by another man, and the reason I was so wet was because the semen he had shot inside me was still dripping out.

“Slut,” Onwin Güncel Giriş he hissed at me, grabbing me aggressively by the hips and throwing me on my back onto the bed. Instinctively, my legs flew open wide in a wide “V” and he immediately began pumping into me with an angry hard thrusting. His cock was longer than the other man’s, and curved upward like a thick sword so that sharp head rubbed deep inside me in secret places. Soon I was losing myself in the rhythm of his hard fucking and the convulsions of my first orgasm of the evening.

He lasted quite a bit longer than the first man, and was even able to get hard very quickly after coming. In fact, he was able to cum three times inside me that night, getting hard again each time after a short rest. After we fucked all night, I had to sneak back to my own room in the morning to take a quick shower and a change of clothes before joining the larger group for breakfast.

The second to last time he came, he said he wanted to cum on my breasts and face. He said he wanted to see my “beautiful face” covered with his sperm. I was amazed that he was still able to shoot so much semen after having cum twice already inside of my pussy. Spurt after spurt of his male seed kept splashing on my face, and I played with his cum and licked up each and every drop before sucking his soft cock to hardness again. I wanted that one last delivery of sperm inside of me to join his two earlier loads and that of the first man. I would proudly walk around the next day with four loads of semen inside of me from two different men, smiling at each of them with knowing looks throughout the day.

I guess I figured out which one to choose to spend the rest of the trip with…!

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