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What If…? Ch. 7

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You wake up the next morning to find my face licking up the wetness between your legs. You cum quickly. You wonder how your body has been producing so much lubrication theses past few days, but you don’t care as long as it keeps up. You’re still frustrated from yesterday but hope that today will be different, it being the last day of your trip. We quickly shower and eat breakfast. After some last minute shopping we return to relax before heading to the airport. Laying around cuddling, you notice my cock betray me as it grows to its full mast.

After all, how can my cock not stay hard around that tight ass, rounded chest and radiant smile of yours. You slowly lick your way to my cock tasting my precum as it oozes out. I slowly grin and let you continue to suck me. You are determined to give me the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten and satisfy your thirst for cum at the same time. As you alternate between licking and sucking, you realize my precum getting thicker and thicker. You get wetter realizing that you will finally get the cum you crave. I begin türkçe bahis to grind into you as you swallow me.

My cock throbs to the point you can feel my pulse with your tongue. You smile as you realize that all that built up ambrosia from yesterday will finally be yours. Your tongue begins to lick faster as my cock throbs quicker. Finally I explode filling your mouth. I pull out leaving a trail of cum from your lips to your breasts. You smile like a cat swallowing a canary. You look down and see I’m still hard as I spread your legs and enter you slowly. You’ve never felt anyone so hard. You clamp down trapping me in your depths.

I slowly and teasingly grind myself into you as you get wetter and wetter. You can’t figure out what to savor more, the taste of my cum in your sweet mouth or the feel of me inside of you. You can’t stand this feeling anymore. You have cum so many times. You have resolved to please me now as you have never pleased anyone. You squeeze your inner muscles tighter and tighter. I can’t take anymore, I cum iddaa siteleri and cum and keep cumming.

You can’t believe that I’m coming so much after I just came in your mouth. You smile knowing that now you have something to think about on your plane ride home. Little do you know I’m not done. I slowly pull out splashing some cum on your thighs in the process. I urge you to suck me till my cock is so hard its touching the back of your cum clicked throat. I reluctantly pull myself out and turn you on your belly. You realize now why I saved all that cum. I was truly determined to fill ALL your holes up for your trip home. You bend over and spread your ass anticipating my penetration.

With all the orgasms you’ve had you’re so wet there’s no need for lubrication. I slowly stick a finger in to see if you can handle it. It slides in with ease. You beg for more. Two fingers then three enter you. You want you need more. You beg me as I replace my fingers with my cock. I’m surprised that there’s no resistance. You look back and smile deneme bonusu veren siteler with lust in your eyes. You push back encouraging me to continue.

Despite all the wetness, you’re still tight. You’re this way to much and want this to last. You are hooked. With every thrust you feel the cum in your pussy and taste the cum in your mouth. All the nerve endings in your breasts, ass and pussy are short circuiting. You scream demanding me to cum in you. To flood your ass. An ass that was a virgin until recently. You beg for it.

It’s a request I can’t deny you for long, As I plunge forward for the final time, I flood you with my juices. You collapse in my arms with a knowing smile. I tell you to get dressed or you’ll miss your flight. As you get dressed you feel the warmth of my cum in all your holes. You realize I have given you something to really think about on the plane ride as my cum oozes out all of your holes. You can’t wait until next time but for now this will have to do. You wake up, as your plane lands, smiling. If it wasn’t for the taste on your tongue and the juices seeping from your holes you would think that this was all a dream. Until next time you think to yourself as you take a cab home.

Wait until you find the tape hidden in your luggage …

To Be Continued… maybe

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I turned and made my way down the hall, feeling warm all over. This morning when I came for my lecture, I had decided to dress sexy, wearing a skirt cut at a level nearly three inches above my knees. It was only when I noticed my young students glancing down at me during the lecture that I realised just how much of my legs was exposed. Somewhat I found their attention rather flattering and did nothing to adjust my skirt. To be admired by younger men was pleasing in a way I had not previously known. It was intensely flattering.

Later during the day, I stopped at the canteen. Most of the students usually met there for a snack. Ahead of me was a young guy who seemed very cute. I was aware of him looking sideways at me and again I felt flattered by the attention. He was much younger than me but as I looked at him I began to appreciate that he was handsome and good-looking.

He was Roshan. I had overheard my colleagues talk about him in the staffroom. He is believed to be quite a ladies’ man. It was exciting to be looked at in such a way and especially by a man who was not only younger but also obviously very experienced in the ways of the world.

I walked up to him and deliberately leaned against him as I reached for a pastry. My body rubbed against his arm, and he looked at me with surprise in his eyes.

After I collected my coffee, I proceeded to sit at an empty table close to where the other students had gathered. Every time I looked up, they were looking in my direction. Roshan was with them and it was him that interested me. I decided to see how much more of his attention I could get. I shifted my legs, crossing and uncrossing them always looking out of the corner of my eye for his reaction. Each time I uncrossed my legs two or three of the guys would steal a look at me, eyes focused at my lap. My nipples became erect instantly.

I parted my legs just a bit, pretending not to notice their reaction. One of the guys elbowed another then all of them turned their attention to my crotch. I purposely spread my legs further, and then quickly crossed my legs. They were all in a trance; they didn’t even notice that I was now looking directly at them. So I uncrossed my legs again this time sliding forward a bit in my chair causing my dress to ride up my thighs. My heart was pounding with excitement, as the young men continued to stare at me hoping that I would expose more flesh. Innocently I dropped my hand to my thigh and gently caressed my inner thigh. The guys were totally focused on my actions.

Then I teased some more, running my hand up my thigh, and continued to watch their reactions. I took my finger and slid it in under my dress; the excitement was driving me wild. The guys were practically drooling.

I pretended to be startled at my action and pulled the hem of my dress down covering myself quickly. I stood to gather my belongings feeling a bit flush, I turned my back to where Roshan then bent forward picking up my packages, making sure I held the position long enough. Then I grabbed my purse leaving my half ate pastry and headed out of the canteen. Walking past the students I looked over my shoulder and sure enough Roshan had his eyes fixed on me as I strolled by.

Later in the safety of my room, I tried to compose myself. My breathing was ragged and I was shaking. What had come over me? I was a teacher and married woman and had no right to flirt with my students. Yet this was more than I could cope with. Working all day with good looking young males and all the time feeling their stares on me was something that I found bedava bahis hard to resist.

My husband was like me also a lecturer and we enjoyed a good relationship. Yet there seemed to be a physical awareness that was missing in my life, as though in some way my life was incomplete. I felt that the ongoing game I played with my students made my feel powerful, in control. In a way it convinced me that I was still young and desirable.

I decided to go to the bathroom to have a bath. Perhaps that would help calm my nerves.

Moments later as I walked into my room towards the bed, feeling refreshed. I was suddenly grabbed from behind as a hand covered my mouth. I would never forget the sensation as long as I live. I didn’t know what to do. In a hoarse whisper I was instructed not to yell or scream.

I knew I had to respond. My heart was pounding and I was finding it hard to breathe.

Slowly he took his hand off of my mouth and brought it to rest lightly upon my shoulders before I felt him slide lazily down the length of my arms. He touched my fingers briefly before placing his hands upon my hips. My body stiffened from fear. I knew instinctively who it was.

His hands continued to slide slowly from my hips to move over the outer line of my legs and eventually come to rest on my thigh.

“God! You’ve got beautiful legs,” he whispered.

All this while I had remained motionless not sure what I was supposed to do, and afraid to make any brusque movement that

might lead to dire consequences. I however started to realise that

his words and the gentle caress of his fingertips tracing faint

circular patterns against the rounded face of my thighs were

surprisingly not unpleasant.

With his lips, he touched the side of my head before drawing them slowly sideways until they reached the hollow in the middle of the back of my neck. It was a delightful sensation and one that suddenly sharpened in its intensity as I felt him kiss the nape of my neck.

Meanwhile he continued to move his hand from my hips and around my waist and then let it creep downwards until it lay flat against my tummy. Slowly his fingers started to move gently in a circular motion over the soft curves of my stomach.

The feel of his hands was enticing. An internal shiver ran through my abdomen. A faint gasp of surprised pleasure came from my mouth.

“That’s better,” he whispered into my ear. Immediately, I felt the warmth of a sexual flush cross my chest and neck, just as a tingle descended between my already weakened legs.

He continued to kiss the side of my neck, and without realizing it I leaned up against him. Little by little, he was invading my personal space in ways. The atmosphere in the room had suddenly become electric!

I felt dazed, almost drugged with what was going on. I should be stopping this. This young guy is a stranger, he is in my room, he is touching me sexually and I was responding. I was married. I needed to stop this.

Somehow I found the strength to walk away from him. He let me have my space and walked towards the door. I thought perhaps he would leave. It was not the case. He turned off the lights instead and stood there in the dark. He was confident that I would return to him.

I knew that this was the moment when I move away but was incapable of movement.

“What do you want from me?” I asked.

He walked up to my once again and kissed my passionately on the lips. It was a kiss like I had never known before. It had a sensuality that was beyond anything she had casino siteleri experienced or even dreamt of and stirred in me intense sensations. My body felt both hollow and heavy at one and the same time. It was as though there was a fire burning within me, a fire I did not know how to quench.

His hands reached to the front of my robe and undid the tie. The robe fell open and his hands traced over my soft skin. He slowly caressed my tummy and moved up and brushed against my nipples and they hardened instantly. I let out a soft sigh, suddenly feeling weak and giddy. Little shivers of pleasure started to course through my body.

He then slipped the robe off of my shoulders and I knew what he wanted. I feared that I wanted the same thing. He took my hand and

guided it to the front of his pants. I could feel his stiff cock through the fabric.

I continued to squeeze and massage him without noticing that he had removed his hand from mine. I was touching and caressing him of my own free will now.

He lightly pushed me down on the bed and motioned me to move towards the centre of it. I lay there totally exposed.

The young guy stood beside the bed and slowly undressed. The room was so dark that I could not fully make him out. I only knew that he was undressing. He then sat down on the chair beside the bed and watched me. He began to stroke his cock slowly while staring at me. I knew that I should look away but couldn’t.. I watched him stroking himself and I was becoming more and more turned on.

He then moved onto the bed and trailed his fingers over my body. Down my left arm and side, up the right side and down again and then gently over my breasts. Down over my abdomen and lightly over my womanhood. He then moved to my inner thighs and caressed them. Ever so slowly he moved up to my lips with the tips of his fingers. He was pleased to see that my body was responding to this and that try as I might, I couldn’t resist. He touched me and allowed one finger into me. He slid them in and out of me. When I began to wiggle beneath his touch he withdrew his fingers and returned to sit on the chair beside the bed. He wanted me to beg for it.

I could not think straight. This young guy was wrecking havoc on my senses. I didn’t know if I wanted to scream or to cry. I could see him sitting there and could tell that he was once against stroking his cock. My eyes had become accustomed to the dark and it was evident how hard he was and how big.

He moved back onto the bed and straddled my hips. I could feel the cheeks of his ass against my thighs and I raised my hips slightly.

He then bent forward and licked all around my left breast, stopping to suck on the nipple. The minute his mouth and tongue touched me, I let out a soft moan.

He continued to suckle on the left nipple and then moved to the right. I had always loved having my breast and nipple sucked, as they were very sensitive. He then slid off of my hips and kneeled between my open thighs. His hands never left my body. He separated the lips of my pussy, exposing me and bent to take me into his mouth. He licked all around it, circled it with his tongue and sucked on it. He would move his tongue from my clit to the opening of my pussy and then back up again. He seemed to love the taste of me. It seemed he could just not get enough of me.

The stranger then moved back up again and this time kneeled down beside me at the head of the bed. I knew what he wanted and by this point I wanted it as well.

I had a wonderful husband who was totally in love bahis siteleri with me. Still, again against my better judgment, I turned my head to the side and opened my mouth. He moved closer and placed the head of his cock in the opening of my mouth. The head of it was covered in pre-cum and I licked all around it. I felt him move his hips forward. I opened my mouth further and took all of his cock in. I sucked his cock though I never sucked my husband’s before. I was feeling so naughty. Despite how wrong it was, it felt so exciting having this strange cock in my mouth.

The young guy seemed about to cum right there in my mouth, but just then he withdrew and sat back down on the chair. I could not believe that he was doing this to me. I wanted him; I needed him desperately as my body was aching with desire and the need to be fulfilled. It became inevitable that we would consummate this wild heat, but I was afraid of my own passion now. It was a strange feeling, pleasing and exciting but at the same time faintly frightening.

“Please, who ever you are, you have won. I am yours. I want you. I am begging you. Please let me feel your big cock. I need to feel it inside of me… please.”

My instincts were telling me that he was dangerous. But this was the one time that I could say that I was so filled with desire for a man that he had power over me. I felt horribly guilty for my feelings for him, yet I felt that it was an absolute shame to let something like this go to waste. It was wonderful. There was passion, and an unbelievable desire to be together as quickly as possible.

He stood up and once again spoke in a hoarse whisper. “If you want me as bad as you say you do, then come to me of your own free will.” He then sat back down on the chair.

I shuddered as my desire began the maddening climb towards the release I now craved. I could barely contain myself as I imagined the act I was about to perform. Incredibly, I was about to give myself to a complete stranger in my own bedroom. But that very thought lit the fuse to my exploding lust.

I did not hesitate and moved towards him on the chair and took his cock in my hand. He felt so hot, so big. It was exactly what I needed, and I couldn’t wait another second. With an audible gasp, I placed the thick head against my tender opening, impaling myself as the long cock slithered its way inside. He held me firmly by the hips, holding steady so I could enjoy the sensation of penetration. I was desperate for more, and began to grind myself against my young lover, circling my hips around his cock.

“Oh god, you feel so good,” I said as I started riding him.

He began to move, pushing forward with enough force to produce an audible slap of skin as each thrust hit bottom. With each movement, I focused on the feel of a thick cock penetrating me, a young pair of hands holding me tightly across my hips.

So this is it, I thought. This is all I am now. I’m nothing but a fuck for a stranger.

We were scarcely more than animals in heat, seeking to satisfy a hunger that threatened to jeopardize every comfort I had previously known. I knew my need to be fucked this way could destroy my marriage, and my life.

Yet I gave in completely to the man ravaging my flesh, my cock driving harder and deeper than ever before. Each stroke awakened a new desire, and my passion began the climb I now longed for. And in a flash, my body completed the betrayal, and I began to come.

“Oh Roshan, yesss!” I called, “I’m… yes … ohhh “. Sex had not felt like this before with my husband, to climax so completely, without holding back. I could speak no more.

I stayed on my bed long after my orgasm, still glowing from the whole experience and wondering if someday I would take the next step and make this lovely fantasy happen for real.

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It Doesn’t Snow in November

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It Doesn’t Snow In November

by Jimmy Boom Semtex

Copyright Jimmy Boom Semtex original draft 2005. Second draft 2015 all rights reserved. This version 2021.

This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All situations here are a work of fiction from the author’s imagination.

Intro

The goth/metal club is real but sadly closed in 2010. Things could have been done better. Also real is the Inkpot tattooist. As are some of the characters. TJ Hughes now is shut. Oldham has changed greatly since 2005, when this story was written. The style is like the seminal 90s book Disco Biscuits book. Here there are no drugs. Just hot girls, beer, tattoos, music and fun. Enjoy.

Dedication

Dedicated to goths, metal heads, tattoo collectors and minted people everywhere.

Story

Hell, I slept through my alarm! Goddamn stupid thing. Got to get ready and meet Sarah at the pub for lunch — she’ll kill me if I’m late! She’s got a temper worse than mine but she’s my best mate. Time for a quick bath as I do my breakfast — two toast. Put a CD on, hmmmm… yes, The Gathering’s Mandylion album. How I love that! Hard to believe ten years have passed since it was released. Still sounds so good. Toast is ready, Marmite — my favourite. I think. My Mother did something right; no one to take the piss now as I munch this, yummy yummy in my tattooed tummy!

My bath’s ready: better not let it overflow, we know the last mess it made. I can be so forgetful… throw my old faded Metallica top on the floor and jump in. Just right! Lots of Rose-scented bubble bath, as sweet as me! Wish Karl were here to scrub my back. Aah, Karl… my fingers slip between my legs to my most secret place. You made me sore last week but how I love to fuck you.

Dressed now in faded “black” jeans, size 6 cherry red docks and my beloved Tristania t-shirt, I look in my full-length bonus veren siteler mirror — yes, I look good. Their last album Ashes was a stormer, loved them live too. As good as Nightwish but who would I fuck? Tarja or Vibeke? Decisions, decisions…

Stereo off, leave my flat, locking the door, say “Hi” to my neighbour Jason, an old Ted from the 60s. I heard your music again, a new one? Yes, sort of. Look, it’s Tristania, even got the t-shirt! Saw them live too, they’re from Norway. I’ll copy you the CD if you want? Well, lass, not Teddy boy music then? I could tell you some tales… I’ve got to go, another time maybe, Jason. I’m off to the pub to see my friend and have lunch. See you!

Quick walk to town. Just love this late August sun. Oh! That man’s staring at me, he must like me! Give him a quick wave as I turn the corner by the churchyard. Then duck into the pub — there’s Sarah! Hi, how ya doin? Great, me too. What ya having? Usual. Yes, me too. We’ll have these, then order lunch. This is nice lager…

We laugh and joke only as good friends do. Sarah just broke up with Mark but likes Liam but he fancies what’s her name? Sarah may have a girlie fling with Wendy for post break-up blues relief. I don’t know, what’s she like? We order food with free a beer, chicken tikka masala for me (I’m the hot one!) and lasagne for Sarah. More small talk, two or three jokes and our meals arrive, are eaten. Another beer, yes, see you again tonight, say hi to Wendy for me.

Feel a bit tipsy now, nice feeling though. Time for a stroll through town. Can’t believe TJ’s has Xmas decor up in summer! Usual shops, think I’ll get a blouse at Oxfam. Nice ethnic style, that’ll do. Time for my tat now! Booked in 2 p.m. — Inkpot, Oldham’s finest. Nice dragonfly on my right shoulder to balance out my unicorn on my left. Yes, I’m okay guys, how’s business? A nod. Needle sound — love that so much! Good you’re busy, bahis can’t wait till mine’s done. We only do the best Gemma! I know lads, I’m planning on more. I can show this off tonight at Rockworld. Tattoo looks great, bit sore but no regrets. Just removed the bandage, give it some air.

What’s the time? 4 p.m.! Time to go to Nigel’s for one of his famous coffees. Hi Nige, how are you? Oh Gem, what a nice tat! Just had it done? Yes, you like it? You should get one. Nah, you know me and needles and blood and pain… Later. Great coffee. Hey, another one? No my love, bed first. He takes my clothes off, kisses me, strips before me. How I love his body! I grab his cock and he plays with me. Onto the sofa, his fingers up me. More kisses, his cock up me. Ten minutes of rampant thrusting wet sex! I cum twice, he once. Another coffee, naked. Dressed and away, great to be fuck buddies, his coffee’s a bonus. He should have a café. Back home, hair all over the place, slight smirk. Will people guess??

Tattooed arm is aching. Nigel must have caught it. TV on, sounds down, what CD? Nightwish live, takes me back… put it on repeat. Time to get ready for tonight and gothic metal heaven, Rockworld here we come, yey! What to wear? That black number, long black velvet dress, over the shoulder bare flesh, see my cleavage. My black combat boots, must polish them well, shiny. Pick my silver jewellery, my new pentagram with chain and some rings.., time for another bath, wash Nige away, do my hair, towel it dry, comb it. Naturally blonde dyed black adds, no, makes my stunning Goth looks. Me vain? You are kidding, right? Nearly ready. Pop a beer from my fridge, quick ready meal of chicken and black bean sauce. Make up time, bit of pale blusher, black lipstick, bit of eyeliner, black nail varnish. There, done! Off to the club, get 82 bus, Sarah’s on it. Hi gal, okay? You look great in your purple mini. You too, sis. Hey, your new tat is deneme bonusu great! Here, see… new today. The Inkpot? Yes…

To the pub, Tequila shots followed by £1 Carlsberg bottles. Done it this way forever.., oh, look at the lads there in My Chemical Romance tops. Let’s chat… Four beers and two phone numbers later, to the Salisbury. More lads numbers, two more beers. To the club, free in, we know the owner and I personally know a doorman! Intimately, lol. Straight to the bar, cider to be different (we are Goths). To Nerissa in the Goth room. Skeletal Family, Sisters and Nina, back to the 80s. To the metal room, get a free drink so easy from the lads. Show them how to head bang, my hair everywhere — a black fan… Def Lep, GnR, The Cult and more. To the punk room, shit! Nearly fell over getting pissed.

Where’s Sarah gone? There in a corner with a lad, he must be all of 1*! Her hand down his leather jeans, their heads moving together in slow circles, tongues deep. I feel left out! I like the blonde girl, like myself when I was 18. What’s your name? Stacey Lee. Hi, I’m Gemma. I like your tattoo. What are you into? I’m a writer. At the moment Gemma I’m at uni doing History, I want to be a lecturer one day. Wow! A babe like me! Brains and body. I kiss her, she doesn’t resist me. She tastes so good! I catch Sarah’s eye. We both wink, fun! Stacey Lee leads me to the toilets; we enter a cubicle and put the seat down. I sit, she sits on me facing me legs open. I take her red dress off and carefully place it on the cistern. Stacey Lee has a great body! Her hand moves under my black velvet dress on my bare flesh, to my cunt. She makes me cum. I take my dress off and place it with hers, together. We fuck, we have promiscuous sex… Later we dance, we kiss, I get her a drink as thanks, we part.

See Sarah chatting with the lad, she smiles at me and comes over. We hug, kiss once and I tell her what I just did. She smells my hand — Stacey Lee’s smell. She shows me her hand. It glistens. I know what it is…

More beer, more songs in the Goth room. Hell, time to go! Crash at Sarah’s. Get some chips, night bus back. What a day! Must do it all again next week!

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Trigger Warning: Some parts will feel familiar to those who’ve had the misfortune of dealing with a protective order, and the asshole who is willing to breach it.

Rest assured, this is still a tale with a happily ever after.

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“No fair!” Rin punched me in the arm, the stone on the ring crunching painfully on the muscle. She was wearing her favourite onesie, but had the hood down, for once.

I sucked in air, and rubbed where she had hit, “Do you see me driving!? Just because you’ve only just got up.”

She went to grab the wheel and I knocked her hand aside, “I got an early start, so we could have more time for us, today. I wasn’t trying to piss you off.”

Rin sighed and sank down, holding her knees, “Well, yeah. Didn’t assume you were trying to piss me off. That’d just be dumb. But… You weren’t there when I woke up. It hurt.”

“Oh.”

She gave a tiny shrug, “Doesn’t matter. You had sweet reasons for it.”

“Did you really panic attack that I had somehow abandoned you? When we’re on a boat, and I just proposed?”

“I didn’t say it was reasonable.” She said angrily, “Still… Hurt. I… I was so excited to see you first thing. To have you be the thing I woke up to, and not a blank wall. Especially… Because… You did propose.”

I rubbed my arm again, “Well, I’m glad you like the ring. Even if I’m regretting getting a stone that size. That seriously hurt.”

“You deserved it.” Rin retorted and then put her face in her hands and gave a frustrated yell. I glanced towards her as she calmed herself down, and then she spoke quieter. “Sorry. You didn’t deserve it. I’m a real married woman now. Need to stop lying and hiding.”

“Rin, I fell for you. Don’t go changing on me.”

She shuffled over and leaned her head in my lap, “You mean it?”

“Duh.” I patted her on the head, “Though… Have I managed to change your mind about a wedding? You talked about it with Jan. That maybe you were missing out.”

Rin snorted, “It’s been a night. I haven’t had a chance to write my vows yet, but yeah. I’d like to stand in a garden with you and tell the world what I want.”

“Rob cut up your wedding dress.”

She sighed heavily, “Oh, that fucking asshole. I’d nearly forgot about him, with you. I wonder if I can easily get a tearaway wedding dress? That’d be fun. Though… You booked the garden for our last day with the boat. Honeymoon over. Wouldn’t have much chance for you to do anything fun like that before we have to head home.”

“We going to fight over whose apartment we’re going to live in?”

“Uh uh.” Rin shook her head, “Rob has no idea where your place is. So I don’t have to deal with any drunken rants when he comes back and screams at me that I’m missing out by not fuckin’ him.”

“Fuck’s sake, Rin.” I cringed, “Why haven’t you got a restraining order on him, yet?”

“I do. Called a protective order.”

“Oh.”

She nestled her head in a bit more, “Can we… Not talk about my ex? You proposed. You’re supposed to be romantic. I’m supposed to be romantic. Not… Slightly depressed.”

“Well, slightly depressed, there’s another sandwich in the toaster oven for you.” I offered.

“Comfy, here.”

I brushed her head some more, “So… Back to wedding planning… Do you think there’s anyone you know who could hack it? That’d be able to show up for it? Friends?”

“Uh… No.” Rin laughed weakly, “I mean… I might have one or two friends I could coax until they’re okay with us, but not in the space of a few days. Oh! We could invite Tom and Jan. Doubt they’d turn up, but I wanna invite someone. Anyone.”

I nodded, “Should be able to put some addresses together from our map.”

“What… About you? Wanna invite anyone?” Rin asked, her tone of voice suggesting she knew the answer.

I shrugged, “Yeah. I already did. Sorry if you feel put out by that. The day is still going to be totally about you or me. If anyone gets too annoying we’ll just leave. Go back to… Our place.”

“Who?”

I laughed softly, “That’s for me to know, and for you to find out.”

“Not for my fucking wedding it’s not.” Rin snapped, “Bride is the bride. Names, Chris. Now.”

I shook my head, “Usually, I’d agree. But… No. I want it to be a surprise. I’ve invited two people. Both of them know us and… Said they want to be there. Accept it. Us.”

“What?” Rin said fearfully, “And… I goddamn hope you were sure of it before you asked them, Chris! Nobody is tearing us apart. I won’t let it happen.”

“I was.”

She punched my leg, “You’re an asshole, sometimes.”

“I love you.” I offered pathetically.

Rin grabbed me around the waist quickly, “I love you, too. I can’t say how much I love you. Don’t want to be anywhere except by your side. Well, on top works pretty good as well. But by your side.”

“Speaking of on top… You were getting a bit… Sore.”

Rin laughed at me, “Fishing to see if we’re going to fuck, today?”

“Kinda. First time sex after our proposal.” I said nervously, “I… May have wanted to, canlı bahis when you got me to call Vincent instead.”

She chuckled, “Yeah, I’m sore. Good ‘n chafed. So… Extra lube. Which, I happen to have bought. So you can fuck me as much as we want. But… That reminds me. What did the royal dick have to say for his majesty? And why did it take you like two hours on the phone?”

“He thinks Mum and Dad overreacted. So he’s going to give us some space.” I replied honestly, but cautiously. I didn’t want to get her hopes up, or let slip I’d invited him.

Rin glared, “Yeah, right. What did he actually say?”

“He… Apologised. Said he deserved it when I punched him.” I said, still sort of surprised that particular turn of events had happened.

She jerked her head into the steering wheel in shock, “Ow. Also, the fuck? I can’t actually remember him apologising… Ever. I remember Dad ordering him when we were younger, and him biting Dad instead.”

“Yeah.”

Rin shook off the surprise and knelt her head down again, “Da fuck. You must have given him a concussion or something with that punch of yours. So… Onto less confusing shit… How do you want to fuck me, today? You like plans.”

“There’s a picnic place that’s about an hour’s hike from our next stop.” I offered up the romantic plan, “Or… We can go back to bed and just sit there grinning at each other like idiots and pretending to get some sleep like last night.”

“I wanna scream your name from the top of a mountain.” Rin said quickly, “Dunno if it’s in sex, or just wanna say I love you. Either way, really. So… Sandwiches for lunch?”

I stroked her cheek, “You could do some more house-wifey things and bake us some biscuits to go with. If you wanted.”

“Mmm. Nah.” She yawned, “Instead, I’m going to play dress ups. Do you remember me saying something about buying clothes so you can rip them off me?”

“Vaguely… So… Tights?”

Rin grinned, “You’ll see, soon enough. Oh, hell. I woke up horny, and now you’ve gone and got me really in the damn mood. You better be willing to take responsibility for this wet cunt, Chris.”

“I was thinking that we still haven’t awkwardly tried to fuck in that tiny shower. And that I should probably have one when we get where we’re going.”

She stood up, walking behind me and putting her arms around my neck, “So… How much longer?”

“Twenty minutes?”

“Asshole!” Rin exploded, and then muttered, “I don’t even wanna sunbathe. I just want to feel you inside me. Joined, wearing our rings. Married to our future together.”

I reached up and squeezed her hand, feeling the ring on her hand, and the one on mine. Still amazed that we’d ended up here. “Sorry, I don’t set the speed limit.”

“I can’t even masturbate properly, because I’m raw.” Rin complained, “Need to save what I can for the real deal. Why isn’t autopilot a thing yet?”

“Can I bring you down by asking a worried husband thing?”

“I took the fucking…” Rin trailed off and tapped her chin, “Actually… I didn’t. Sorry.”

She ran off to the bedroom to make sure I wasn’t about to give us both an unexpected kid. There was something about the way Rin got annoyed about the pill that bugged me. Didn’t quite add up, somehow.

Rin came back and heated up her breakfast, and nearly burned it again. Then she sat on the edge of my chair as she ate it, with my arm around her waist to make sure she could stay put.

She let out a belch, and then an embarrassed giggle, “Eh… Get used to that, too. I’m a pig.”

“Oink.” I laughed, “Do you think I’ve forgotten living with you? You either eat nothing, or ten times as much as me. Don’t worry, I’ll still be cooking for you.”

“Oh my god!” Rin suddenly exclaimed, “I just realised… I’m going to have your cooking everyday. Fuck. I’m going to get fat.”

“You really think you can get fat with how active we are?”

She leaned back into me and laughed again, “Eh… Maybe not. Especially if we’re actually active and not just fucking. I like jogging in the mornings.”

“I like sleep.”

Rin grinned and kissed my cheek, “Oh good. Then I can fuck you awake, go for my run, and come back to brother breakfast.”

“Thought I couldn’t take you blowing me awake for granted?”

She shrugged, “Mmm. Dunno. We’ll see, I guess. But I do really like the idea. Especially when you ate me out the other morning, so… Take turns?”

Rin stood up and drifted to the back of the cabin, and I heard her cleaning up after last night. She called innocently, “So… You’ve tied me up, Chris? Um…”

“You wanna tie me up?” I asked, “I did say I was into that. And am. But if we keep talking about stuff it isn’t going to much help your mood, because you’ll just want it quick and hard.”

“I already do.” Rin replied pointedly, dumping the bowl into the bin and then washing her hands.

I checked our progress on the map quickly, “You could get changed.”

“No. Because we’re going to shower and fuck, and after you’ve filled me up like you didn’t kaçak iddaa last time, you can help me into the first outfit for the day.” She replied firmly.

I frowned, “Are you upset at me for not cumming?”

“Kinda.” Rin said nervously, “I mean… There was no way I was up for more at the time. So that was nice of you. But… I was enjoying the fact I could make you bust a nut so easily. And I only ever want it in me on our honeymoon.”

“Still can’t match that double creampie.” I smiled at the memory. “God, you’re hot, Rin.”

She shifted uncomfortably, obviously about to lose her temper about being horny again, “Even if you can’t fuck my ass?”

“Well, if you’re that determined, I think it’s going to happen somewhere in our… How long is this going to be a thing, again?” I teased.

Rin grinned and kissed my cheek, “Forever.”

Then, as she finished speaking, a ribbon I hadn’t noticed she’d been clutching suddenly went around my wrist and lashed me to the steering wheel.

“Eh… Rin?”

“Mmm?” She said as she pranced around to the other side and tied my other hand up.

I laughed nervously, “This is sexy, but I do need to tie up the boat so it won’t drift.”

“I can do that.” She replied and shrugged, “And you can just sit there and wait for me as I do.”

“Are you going to punish me?”

“Pretty much.”

I grinned happily, “Have I ever told you that I love you, sister-wife?”

“Fucking park the boat or whatever!” Rin snapped.

It still took a few more minutes to reach the right part of the river, and then a few more to find an appropriately wide point in the river to stop the boat.

Rin was completely beside herself by the time she was out the front and clumsily lashing the boat to a tree. Giving me nightmares as I remembered how she fell down the bank just getting her suitcases on board.

She had actually tied me to the steering wheel, meaning that getting my hands free was going to take an effort if anything went wrong.

She did manage it, eventually.

Rin closed the door and posed in front of me in her onesie, “So… Like what you see?”

“It’s more cute than sexy.” I admitted.

She rolled her eyes, “Of course you want tits in your face. Well… I can oblige you, there.”

She slipped out of the soft sleep gear, and paced around and out of sight. She put her arms around me and kissed gently at my cheek, before letting out a quiet little growl I had never heard her make yet.

Which had the desired effect as I began to harden.

“How long are you going to love me, Chris?” She whispered quietly.

“Forever.”

She bit my neck gently, jerking me into full erectness at the sudden, but tender, action. Her hands ran down my front before struggling to release my pants.

I sat up a little, pushing into the bite, as she pushed the pants down to my knees, as well as moving my underwear out her way.

Rin walked back into view, wiping her mouth, “I think he likes it.”

“I love you.”

She grinned, and then very awkwardly climbed up and over the wheel, crouching over me. I could finally see just what kind of morning she was having.

Her inner thighs were extremely red from the friction of the last few days, but nestled in the middle of that, I could see her actually dripping in anticipation.

“Kinda wish you’d let me have that for breakfast.” I offered.

“Shuddup.” Rin took on a serious look, positioning herself over me, and then slowly beginning to ease herself down.

I sucked in my breath as I found myself not poking at her twat, but at her asshole, which she had clearly well-lubricated.

Rin’s cheek twitched with pain for a moment, and she grunted as the hole ever so slowly opened up and seemed to physically pull the head of my cock inside a world of tightness.

“Eugh.” Rin grunted, “Not an anal girl, my ass.”

I couldn’t help myself but laugh at the pun. She grinned at me, before returning to her task. Focusing on ever so slowly pushing me inside her backdoor, whilst I was all tied up.

I leaned forward to try and kiss her, but she turned her head at the last second, “Eugh. No distracting me.”

“No, distractions are good.” I replied, “But, if you don’t want to kiss me… Can I see that pussy? Rin?”

She smiled weakly, reaching down to her front and playing her lips open a little, “You like that? Too bad it isn’t spilling with your cum. Maybe next time.”

“Do you remember that first time I caught you?” I coaxed her, trying to make this as good for her as it was feeling for me.

Rin’s face somehow flushed some more, “Calling your name.”

“Stroking that little clit.” I suggested.

She smiled, and her hand began moving, “Like you could see. I had my bikini… Eugh… Bottoms… On…”

“You came… Fucking hell you’re tight… In front of me.” I continued, “Head back, eyes shut. Mmm. About… As quiet… As a hu… Hurricane.”

“Fuck. You.” Rin grunted, “You love it.”

I joined her in the animal sounds, “Eugh… I… kaçak bahis Fucking… Love… Everything about… You. Fuck. You’re tight.”

“Mmm. Mmm.” She moaned, finger moving more frantically. “You like my ass… Brother? Fuck. Yours… Just yours.”

I felt her buns on my legs as she finally managed to take my full shaft inside her. We weren’t even really screwing yet, and I was beginning to feel early warning signs.

“I… I don’t think… I can hold on much… More.” I grunted to her, “Fuck. I love your… Ass.”

She tightened at the words, squeezing around me even tighter. Somehow. As if that were possible.

“Yes, yes!” Rin said excitedly, her fingers becoming even more frantic, “Are you going… To cum… In my ass?”

With that, she began to move.

It wasn’t much, just shifting upwards a fingers-width before suddenly impaling herself back downwards again. But with the incredible textures, and the way it gripped me everywhere, feeling it was trying to drag me in, it didn’t need to be much.

My hands were white knuckled on the steering wheel, unable to hold her or grab her. All I could do was stare in wonder at the naked beauty in front of me.

Her flushed face, full of concentration and effort as she grunted and slowly rode my dick. Forcefully invading her backdoor, as she practically snarled.

My dick swelled up, and Rin grunted as she immediately felt it, “Yes! Chris! Yes! Damn it… Fuck! Cum in me! Cum in that ass!”

My head fell into her chest, between her breasts, as I felt her draining the life out of me. My cum blasting inside her, flooding out around my dick.

I grunted loudly, and Rin hit her own orgasm. Grabbing onto my neck as she came. I could feel her pussy moving, even separated from it as I was. “C-chris! Fuuuuuuck!”

I kissed her chest, trying to suck at one of her nipples, but she still easily moved out of reach by pushing me back into the seat.

“Untie me.”

Rin gave a little breathless sigh, “Eugh. No. No, I’m savouring this. Fuck… I think I kinda like you cumming in my ass. It feels… Filling. Squishy. But… Nice.”

“I’m still hard, Rin.”

Her eyes widened, “Oh, fuck. You’re not done with me? Are you going to fuck my ass, again?”

“Aha. Untie me, so I can bend you over.”

She burst into a wide grin, “You say the sweetest things.”

Rin grunted as she slipped up and off me, giving a even bigger grunt as my cum slipped out of her a moment later. “Fuck. God, you always flood me.”

She untied me with shaking hands, and then grabbed me before I could stand, kissing me intensely. Finally free to hold her head to mine, I caressed her, fingers tangling in her hair.

Rin pushed me away with a knowing smile, “Was there a mention of bending me over? I might just let you do that… If you’re sweet about it.”

“We haven’t been on the roof since that first time.” I said thoughtfully, “Wind in your hair. River in front. Me at your backdoor. Does that… Sound fun?”

She pouted, “I said I wanted sweet! Not… Well, it does sound fucking sexy. And yes, let’s go up to the roof. Right now. But… Sweet talk me?”

She grabbed my wrist and dragged me behind her. My eyes were locked on her beautiful backside, unable to see where I had just been, or the cum I knew I had deposited there.

“I… Can’t believe you did that. That we’re doing this.” I said, searching for an answer to her request. “I said you didn’t have to, but you still wanted it. Was it… For you? For me? Us?”

Rin looked back at me as she began to climb the stairs, “You, dummy. Did not expect to enjoy it nearly as much as I did. Didn’t expect to get myself off. It was a present.”

“From my new wife. First sex after our engagement.”

She grinned, “Now, he’s getting it. First on a first, right? First sex. First anal sex. All at once. God, that was hot. How the hell did you stay hard, again?”

Rin leaned against the wall of the roof, shaking her booty, “I think… It’ll be easier this time. I can still feel you inside me. God, its hot. Fuck. Can you put it in me, already?”

I pulled her asscheeks apart slowly, to see a tiny white trail spilling from her star. Smiling and pressing gently up against it, “Did you somehow get even hornier, wife?”

“Aha.” She gulped, hands tensing their grip, “Push. Gently.”

I stopped teasing her, and began to ease into her tight little channel. I groaned loudly, feeling myself being pulled back inside her.

Rin pushed back against me, and I found myself buried in a single slow and sensitive thrust. She shouted as she did, “Ooh… Fuck! Fuck!”

I kissed at her neck, “There’s my sexy screamer.”

“Fuck you.” She grunted, and then took a deep breath, “Oh, shit, Chris… I… I think I’m going to cum…”

I put my hands on her hips and gave an experimental thrust. As small as the little ones she’d been giving me before. We both grunted loudly, voices echoing across the top of the river.

Rin looked back at me, “M-more. Deeper.”

It was easier to fuck her, now. Moving easily up to a gentle pace. Pushing up hard against her, as she struggled to hold her ground with each thrust. My balls slapping against her clit.

“Y-yes!” She yelled, “Oh god, yes! Oh, fuck. I love you. I love you.”

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He was a gentle but slightly strict instructor. Last week, they’d decided to have a lesson at his place instead.

She was slightly nervous due to the sexual tension they normally experience when he’s behind her, his hands over her’s, scrutinising the way she plays. His cologne, slightly spicy, warm, woody and some citrus, would fill her nostrils like some sort of aphrodisiac. When she’d look back at him, she’d flit her gaze to the first few buttons of his shirt undone, his chest peaking through ever so slightly. His presence was intoxicating.

It’s a hot evening when he invites her in. She looks around his apartment. Quietly, he leads her to the piano – a centrepiece in his living room. She sits down and gets accustomed to her new seating arrangement. They begin the lesson.

She can’t help but notice he’s sitting far closer than usual. He breathes in the scent of her perfume, almost hypnotized by it. She continues to play, feigning nonchalance. She makes a mistake… but when she looks over at him expecting some advice, she finds him staring at her as more than just his student, biting his lip.

Quickly, he snaps back to reality and her cheeks flush red. He apologizes, flustered, and he assumes his position behind her, their bodies so close she can nearly hear his heart beating in his chest. He puts his hands over her arms, tracing his fingers slowly down from her elbows until they fit perfectly on top of her hands. For a second, they forget they’re in the middle of a lesson and he starts breathing down her neck, his warm breath running down her t-shirt. Her breathing grows shallow as her heart starts racing. Wide-eyed, turns her head to meet his gaze. He looks into her eyes intently, like he was asking her something. Again, he bites his lip, this time followed by looking to the side like he was at war with himself. Upon turning back to face her, his lips graze against her ear before he whispers: “her perfume is driving me crazy right now”. A deep sigh leaves his mouth… he frowns and pauses. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what that was, let’s continue the lesson,”

He clears his throat and tries to readjust himself, but she stops illegal bahis him and looks behind her shoulder into his eyes. “Teach me…something else.”

He clenches his jaw, privately exuberant. He bends down to meet the back of her neck, passionately kissing her skin all over as their breathing begins to escalate. He licks the warm, salty skin of her shoulder, biting it slightly, then moves up to her jawline, sucking the skin just behind it until its purple. His right hand holds the side of her torso firmly, his left on her left hip, gradually rubbing down to her thigh. His thumb in between her legs presses into her skin through her sundress as he proceeds to nibble on her ear and move his right hand to her jaw. His fingers hold her chin as he makes her look into his eyes. In a low voice, he purrs “I’ll teach you something you’ll never forget”.

He starts moving down her back, both his hands on the sides of her torso. He trails them down at the same time, simultaneously moving his entire body down as he sits on his haunches. His breathing is audible when his fingers finally rest on her waist. Hungrily, he shifts his palms and thumbs to start squeezing her butt. She can’t help but let out a stifled moan. He grabs her hips and helps her to move her ass until its out over the piano stool. He slowly pulls her dress from out under her. He kisses her ass cheeks through her dress as he slowly pulls it up, kissing her skin lustfully. His fingers slowly sink into her skin more and more as he covers makes her cheeks wet with his saliva. He moans all the while as he assaults her skin with kisses and hickies, loving to hear her sighs of pleasure.

Even her underwear is wet from his spit running down between the crevice of her ass. He lowers himself even further down, his tongue sliding against the wet fabric, pressing into her perineum. She lets out a deep moan. “Hmm, you like that huh? Kneel on the stool and lean on the piano,” he orders breathlessly. She doesn’t hesitate to be complacent. He kneels behind her and pulls down her panties so they drop down onto the stool, pleased to see how soaked they are. He grabs the sides of her casino siteleri uppermost thighs, squeezing her skin to spread her open for him. Zestfully, he pushes his face into her, tongue teasingly licking her (lower) lips, then sliding it in and out rhythmically. Yet he continues to move upwards as his hands spread her cheeks apart. Relentlessly, he keeps licking and sucking her vulva and vagina, moaning her name in his throat until he gains access her clit. His tongue begins drawing circles around it…letting the tip grind against it until he hears her moan louder and louder, then traces circles around it again. He stops for a second and says “you taste amazing,” under his breath before blowing cold air over her pussy. Promptly, his lips attach to and smother her clit, follow by him sucking it. The tip of her tongue licks upwards passionately, switching from fast licks to slow, and hard licks, until her legs start shaking. He starts to hum, a vibration spreading over her clit and lips. Soon, she’s gasping and moaning loudly as she orgasms, smashing the keys on the piano as she fills the apartment with noise.

He comes up from under her while she’s still recovering, and removes his pants. He lifts her up, turning her around to face him and sitting her on his lap. As they sit on the piano stool, he takes his shirt off. His chest, covered in sweat, looks golden in the setting sun. A droplet of sweat running down the center of his torso and down his toned stomach catches her eye, and she follows it until it ends just below the elastic of his underwear. He places his hands on her waist and pulls her in closer to him, his bulge rubbing in between her lips making his underpants wet. He lets out a deep sigh and pauses for a moment, feeling her throb against him before he starts grinding her against him, his hands firmly gripping onto her waist. He looks into her eyes so passionately they might as well orgasm just from eye contact. She leans in to kiss him, him closing his eyes and parting his lips for her, but she purposely takes her time to meet his mouth to torture him with anticipation. He decides to do the same…now grinding her poker siteleri against him extremely slowly, but deeper than it was before. Soon, they both can’t take it anymore. She kisses him deeply as they stand up. He removes his underwear and slides on a condom while she lifts her dress over her head.

The sunlight captures every facet of her beauty as she stands naked and vulnerable in front of him. “You’re a taste of heaven, truly-” he begins to say, interrupted by her saying “I want you, now.” He smirks, wasting no time in putting his lips on her neck, his teeth slightly sinking in as he lifts her up with his hands underneath her thighs. He sits down and slowly lets her down on his pulsating erection. It feels so amazing hearing her moan while he enters inside of her that he just lets her down on all of it at once, getting both of them out of breath for a second. After a moment, she starts moving up and down slightly, his hands begin firmly caressing her ass. They start picking up the speed… going faster, and faster… he’s lifting her up slightly each time she moves up, until it’s just the tip inside her, and then lets her fall down on him until he’s balls deep inside of her again, so deep it feels like it’s in her stomach. Her walls cling onto him just tight enough to know she’s comfortable but thrilled. They’re both in ecstasy every time their bodies meet.

He starts to moan her name louder and louder as they keep going, she starts screaming out because of how good it feels.

Soon, they’re both moaning each other’s names so loud that the neighbors can probably hear them, but they don’t care.

Both start giving every last bit of their energy into their thrusts, until they’re sweating everywhere.

Their pleasure erupts like a vicious volcano as they climax at the same time.

Gathering their breathing and giggling, they sit there for a while, embracing each other while he’s still inside her.

“I don’t… I don’t do this with my students, I’m not a pervert. I wasn’t planning on this with you coming over and everything either, I just hope you know this was all really sincere and that I want you to be comfortable,” he says after a while.

She smiles shyly. “I appreciate you saying that… I was thinking though… maybe I should come for these lessons more often?”

He kisses her neck and brings his lips to her ear. “I’d like that very much.”

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Weekend in Munich

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Back in 1970 I was twenty two and worked for an airline. We got free standby travel benefits to just about anywhere. I was on a short vacation in Munich.

I was eating dinner at a small local restaurant. Two girls came in and sat at an adjacent table. They were my age and very attractive. Stewardesses, I thought (pre “flight attendant” days). I was right. We struck up a conversation and I was invited to join them at their table.

In the 1960’s and 70’s becoming a stewardess was ‘the’ avenue for a girl to land a good husband. Pilots were the top catch but good looking businessmen were ok too. Husband shopping was productive. Average tenure for stewardess was eighteen months. You had to quit if you got married. So the girls were young, good looking, and looking for the right guy.

There was instant comradery (and sex) among airline people regardless of company. These girls worked for Pan Am, domiciled in New York. They had a couple of days off and decided on Munich. I worked for TWA. I liked talking to them and hoped there might be a chance for something more than conversation. Another fellow asked if he could join us. He looked several years older and had a confident manner about him.

The girls were both good looking but Janet was more to my liking. The new guy seemed to take control and somehow I was paired up with Alice rather than Janet.

“You guys want to come back to our place?” Janet asked. Greg, the guy, quickly responded. I was still processing this information. They had a rental car bahis siteleri – Janet and Greg in the front, Alice and me in the back. Their room was just a few minutes’ drive away.

Were we going to have sex? I assumed so. I hoped there were two beds (there were). What would it be like having sex with another couple there?

The girls quickly shed their clothes and Greg and I tried to catch up. Alice had a slim body, very nicely proportioned. She was a true blond, my favorite. I peeled off my shorts and had to maneuver my cock to get it out. It was mighty stiff. Alice took it in her hand. “Nice cock! We are going to have fun.” She pulled me to one of the beds.

I saw Janet take Greg’s cock in her month. I had never seen another guy’s stiffy, never seen a girl give a blowjob to someone else.

“Want to watch?” “Yeah. I’ve never seen people have sex”.

We sat on the edge of the bed, just three feet from them. “Janet loves to give head,” Alice remarked as she played with my cock.

“Come on, our turn.” I think Alice was ready to suck my cock but I moved down and placed my head between her thighs. She spread her legs wide to give me access. I nudged her lips apart with my tongue and started making love to her pussy. My first sexual experiences were with an older woman (older = mid 20’s), who helped make me a good lover. I liked eating pussy.

Buried between her legs I couldn’t see the other bed. But it sounded like Greg’s blowjob was nearing a climax. I lapped away at Alice’s pussy. canlı bahis siteleri “Damn, guy, that feels good. Oh, yes, keeping doing that.” She was vocal, which I liked. I wanted the other couple to know we were having fun. I must have eaten her pussy for ten minutes or more before she came.

“Yes, yes. Motherfucker! Oh, god,” she exclaimed as she bucked her hips and mashed my mouth to her pussy.

I looked over at the other bed – Greg was now fucking Janet doggy style. I noted with satisfaction my cock was bigger.

“John, fuck me. I need you in me.” Alice turned over. “Do me like them.”

I slid my cock head up and down her juicy lips and then pressed the head into her hole. I pushed just enough for the head to disappear. Then pulled out. I fucked her with just my cock head, then started going in deeper on each stroke.

Alice had a real sexy, tight body. Her pussy was gleaming with her juice and my cock slid easily in and out. It doesn’t get any better, I thought.

I was surprised to hear Greg warn Janet that he was coming. “No, not yet,” she implored. I watched as he plunged deep and apparently shot his wad. I continued my slow but steady fucking of Alice. A minute later Janet stomped into the bathroom. Greg put on his clothes and left. She came back and sat on the edge of her bed, watching us.

Some minutes later Alice was getting close. But I wasn’t. By now I usually would be ready to shoot. But I had been nervous the whole time and I guess that was holding güvenilir bahis me back. Well at least I knew Alice would be satisfied. I stopped when she came and pulled away. My cock was still rigid.

“That bastard. He left me high and dry. Fucker!” Janet bitched to her friend. “Looks like you had a good time.”

“Yeah, I came twice. John’s good.” She looked down and saw my cock still standing up. “Why don’t you borrow his cock. I don’t mind.”

Janet grabbed it. “God, that’s a big one. You had that in you?” “Every inch!”

Janet pulled me by my cock to the other bed. “Lay down, I’m getting on top.” I was her fuck toy. She positioned herself on top and lowered until I was fully in. Alice propped herself up to watch.

“Oh, my god. That feels so good. I need it.” She fucked me for probably ten minutes. Her juices were dripping, her pussy was engorged and red. She was real close and rotated her hips. That was it for me. My cock blasted come deep into her pussy which in turn set her off.

Janet stayed on top until my cock shriveled and slid out. “Well, Janet. How was my guy? Satisfied?” as Alice reclaimed me.

“God, yes. That was fantastic. Good for you too?”

“John ate my pussy like a champ. And that cock of his!”

“That other guy, Greg. What a loser. I gave him a good blowjob. Then he comes only moments after sticking his cock in.”

We made plans to meet the next day and do some touring in their car.

“John, do you mind if we share you?” Alice asked. I didn’t mind a bit. After dinner I ate and fucked both girls. I stayed the night and we did an encore in the morning. Then they headed to the airport and back to work. I had two more days in Munich.

Even though it was over forty years ago I remember every detail of that weekend.

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Sex with Coworker Pt. 03

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If you read the previous part 1 and 2 you’ll get an idea of what to expect. This story is 100% true of my escapades with Michele.

As in the other stories, Michele and I could not help ourselves. At work, she would bring me my mail instead of placing it in my box. If I was in my work area she would put mail on my desk, reach onto my crotch, and feel. Talk about instant hardons. I had to sit there until it went down. As for me every chance I got I would caress her ass or tits. She did not mind at all. We were both in relationships with other people but enjoyed each other’s company and the sex was great. We had to be careful of course as we did not want to lose our jobs. On one occasion I was washing my coffee cup at the sink after a mid-morning cup of coffee. She came in stood behind me pressing her tits against my back, reached around, and started caressing my dick. I did not mind one bit until we heard two co-workers come into the kitchen.

Michele left and I began washing my cup again because my hardon was very noticeable. My other co-worker had a cup and I volunteered to wash it for her, after all, how could I explain the hardon I had. She thanked me as we made conversation about the outcome of last night’s baseball game. I washed my cup again and washed hers. She left the kitchen with our other female co-worker. Finally, I was able to sneak into the bathroom which was down the hall from the kitchen, and run cold water on my Tipobet Güncel Giriş hands, adjust my pants which I couldn’t do in the kitchen, and allow my dick to settle down. It worked. I walked by Michele’s desk and let her know I had some errands to run for the company. Michele just smiled and winked at me. She knew what she had done and seemed proud of the control she had over me.

Two days after that encounter Michele came to my cubicle grabbed my hand and I reached under her skirt. No panties and her pussy was soaking wet and hot. Two fingers went in easily. After one minute I pulled them out and licked them, so sweet. She later told me that she had been having contractions all day long. I wish we could have fucked that day but our schedules did not allow it. We were both desperate to be together again and it showed.

As hard as we tried we could not get our schedules together to meet outside of work. Other commitments, family, work, etc. got in the way.

Finally, after 5 weeks of pure torture, it happened. Our schedules allowed us to make it happen. I told my girl I was working late. She told her husband she was going to the gym. We met at a parking lot nearby and she drove. I was so horny I pulled my dick out of pants as she drove. I could not help myself and I teased her just like she teased me at work. Luckily we were in the inside lane as she got on the highway. She looked over several Tipobet Giriş times and simply said “I want to suck that so bad.” I continued to caress my dick and wave in the air as she drove. I wanted to caress her tits but I was afraid of causing an accident so I just sat there with my hardon enjoying the scenery.

Once we got to the hotel she went to get the key. She had to use her license and give them her plate number. She drove around to our room. As soon as we walked into the room she dropped her purse by the door, placed the chain on, and dropped to her knees. I was reluctant to pull my dick out after all we’ve been at work all day and I’m sure it was sweaty but she insisted. Who am I to argue, so with minimal resistance from me she opened the zipper, undid the belt and my pants and underwear were down to my knees a few seconds after that. She began by giving my dick a tongue bath. I had to turn and lean against the door for support. Her mouth and tongue were on fire. Every side of my dick was licked and so were my balls. She reached underneath and caressed my asshole with her nail. I had to put my hand on the wall for fear of falling. The feeling was fantastic. My girl did not come close to doing that for me. I wanted to explode right then and there but somehow I was able to hold back. I learned a trick from a buddy of mine that if you bite your knuckles or fingers the pain associated with that will help Tipobet you hold back your orgasm.

It worked!

I pulled Michele up and it was my turn. I pulled down her pants, panties and began to lick her pussy lips, the inside of her thighs, her clit, her stomach. It was incredibly sexy and she tasted wonderful. She was moaning from every kiss and caress that I gave her. If anyone walked by the room they would know what was going on. At that point in time, we didn’t care. She came a few times with her legs shaking, knees buckling, pulling my head tighter into her warm pussy. I know she enjoyed it.

I finally stopped and I began to undress as she did the same. After we were both naked the lust took over. She lay on the bedspread her legs and I was in her in two seconds flat. I hit bottom in one swift push. We began to kiss and I began a slow rhythmic in and out thrusting action which sped up in no time. She exploded several times pulling me closer into her with one of her hands while the other wrapped around my neck. She wrapped her legs around me as she met every thrust with one of her own. All that pent-up energy and desire were giving us pleasure to no end. As we continued to kiss, one load moan from Michele was all it took for me to let go. Her contractions felt wonderful on my dick. It seemed like I could not stop thrusting into her but I finally collapsed next to her. I caressed her tits and we kissed lightly as we made eye contact.

After a few minutes she started to laugh…what the hell was so funny…she said “we never pulled the covers back and now left a big stain on them.”

Oh well…I hope they wash them after we leave…LOL.

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Three girls, one bathroom. Saturday evening at 5.30. A better definition of carnage I have yet to see.

Miranda was in the shower, gouts of steam condensing on the mirror where Priya and I were battling for space. She was blow drying her hair while I was trying to apply my makeup, both of us kept having to break away at intervals to either clear some reflection space from the misted glass or to hastily reattach the towels that were all we had on, it seemed every time either of us lifted an elbow it moved our bodies under the folds and our tits fell out. You try applying eye liner or drying your hair without lifting your elbow above your shoulder, it’s not easy.

Not that we were worried about being naked around each other, the three of us had been sharing a flat for eight months now and shared clothes and underwear on a regular basis, well bras, not knickers, that would be too much. It was just that it was a Victorian house converted into flats,\ the landlord hadn’t bothered with insulation or central heating and it was cold, this being a late October Saturday in 2003 and Bristol isn’t a warm city at the best of times, the weather comes whipping in from the Irish sea bringing rain, snow, and in today’s instance, a damp biting wind that found it’s way in through all the gaps around the windows to reduce our home to a good environment for Penguins to nest.

I finished with the bright blue eye-liner and went on to a purple mist of eye shadow, catching my towel as it slipped again bringing my 34Cs out, the chill in the air setting my nipples upright. Priya laughed at my discomfort and pretended to hang the hairdryer on the nearest one, the stretch making her towel slip as well so we both ended up staring at each other in all our topless glory.

“Serves you right” I told her, hoisting my towel up again and shivering. I reached out and flicked her on the left boob, catching her nipple with my fingertip.

“Ow. You cow.” She laughed, giving it a quick rub. “If you’re done bugger off out and let me at the rest of the mirror.”

I strutted out in a parody of a catwalk model, stretching one arm above my head, clasping the other to my towel I gave a commentary “And here we see Nicola wearing the latest in evening slash bath-time wear from BHS, you’ll note the fluffy effect of the towel is counterbalanced by the wonderful smoothness of her home waxing job. We draw particular attention to the fact that she’s hotter than a vindaloo on Mercury with a stunning arse, and tits to die for.”

Miranda’s gentle Cork accent came out from behind the shower curtain “But ’tis a pity she has such short stumpy legs and a mouth like a Glasgow Docker. This Irish beauty is the one all the boys will be falling over themselves to get to know tonight.”

I turned, raising a middle finger. “Stumpy? Fuck off you bog trotting shite”

Laughter came back at me from the bathroom “But she’s right about that potty mouth of yours, girl.”

A rustling and thumping sound behind me let me know she was out of the shower so my decision to vacate was proving sound, the bathroom was small enough with two of us trying to use the mirror, three would be impossible.

I stood in my room and quickly pulled on my underwear, tonight was a night for big pants and thick tights, it was cold, and my comfort was more important to me than the unlikely instance of ending up in a situation where I was inviting someone to check out the contents of my clothes on a one to one basis. Besides which if anyone was fortunate enough to get my pants off on the first time of meeting then he’d better not be critical or that would be the end of the discussion and he could go home frustrated and alone. I’m not a cruel woman but I know what I want, and in this case I wanted to be warm. Also shagging on first meeting wasn’t really in my world.

The Etam bag was still on my bed, and I excitedly pulled out the dress I’d bought that afternoon in their sale. It wasn’t super special but it was new and Priya and Miranda hadn’t seen it yet so I would be getting a few jealous looks. It was a simple wrap style with a tie-back ending in a low hanging bow across my previously mentioned stunning arse. A low-cut cross over on the front allowed me to put some cleavage out there to prove my tits were in fact to die for. It was also three-quarter length so with my two inch heeled boots it helped disguise my short legs. Not stumpy. I’m five foot four which is above average for a girl, it’s not my fault I share a flat with a freak.

An hour later we were all ready, all dressed up and were tucking into the first of many cocktails in a soulless steel and glass former wool merchant’s warehouse. It had been gutted and refurbished but while they had filled it with all the trendy lighting and furniture, they’d forgotten to bring any atmosphere. Or human beings, so far we’d been approached by a selection of mouth breathers that seemed to think what we really needed to make our evenings complete was to hear some pathetic line about how much it must have hurt when we fell from Tipobet Güncel Giriş heaven, or to remember their names, we’ll be screaming them later. Miranda may have a point about the Glasgow Docker.

Priya snapped open her purse “What do you say. Girls? One more here then move on?”
That led to a discussion of where to go and whether it was better to wait where we were in the hopes it filled up with something more interesting than the under nineteen all Bristol losers contest because at least we had seats. Rock paper scissors and we were out of there.

Priya and I tried to hide behind Miranda on the way to the next bar, she’s five eight and with her duffle coat didn’t look as slim as she actually is so she made a perfect wind break. It didn’t help that we’d both worn something thinner and prettier than her big, warm sensible coat and were shivering already. The only route open to us was ridicule, we dropped into appallingly bad Irish accents “Did your Mammy dress you Miranda?” “Oh sure and be careful Miranda there’s a terrible wind, so there is. Mind you dress up warm.”

Turns out I’m not the only one with a potty mouth.

Laughing, we fell into a big wood, copper, and brass pub, it was warm so seemed a good place to stay, we found a free table in an alcove and staked our claim. There was a band on a small stage in the corner playing Oasis and Blur covers, they were pretty good as pub bands go without being stupidly loud and gave the place a nice vibe.

I took my coat off and adjusted my dress that had twisted slightly, giving me the appearance of only having one boob. Quick shimmy and a shake later and I had my cleavage back. Miranda reached across and stuck her hands on them, I mean there’s cold and there’s fucking freezing. Her fingers were definitely closer to the freezing end of the scale. Then she grabbed my hands and held them to her chest.

“Fuck are you doing Miranda?” I asked, trying to pull away.

“Now feel your own” she told me.

I’d had two cocktails already and shared a bottle of wine before we went out, so it didn’t seem such a bizarre request and I tucked my hands in between my tits (which were still to die for).

“What now” I asked.

Miranda leaned over and poked me in the breast. “Cold Tits.” Then poked herself “Warm Tits. Don’t be takin’ the piss out of my coat. There’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong coat. Now go and put them to good use and see if you can’t catch us some firemen.”

Shocked, but giggling insanely I wandered across to the bar, turning to face back to the table I breathed in and arched my back, pushing out and up, getting a big thumbs up from my friends.

Annoyingly someone at the bar had the same dress as me, except of course I looked better in it, what with my stunning arse and everything. She was wearing fishnets as well which always reek of desperation in my eyes, and she’d done a really shitty job of shaving her legs. And she was enormous.

Feeling pretty good about myself and my judgemental ways I wormed my way to the bar and stood trying to attract some attention. Cleavage front and centre I leaned so far forward I was in danger of hitting my nose on the counter, eventually it either worked, or it was my turn, and I put in my order for three long island iced teas.

“D’you want two or six?” asked the harassed looking barman. Confused I repeated the order for three.

“It’s happy hour. Two for one. If you order three, I’ll give you six, if you order two, I’ll give you four.”

A lairy voce beside me piped in “And if you’re a good girl I’ll give you one” a ripple of laddish laughter followed up.

I told the barman I’d have two, so four, then turned to the comedian, a skinny lad of around my age wearing a Chelsea shirt. I looked him up and down while he stared at my cleavage.

“Oi. Up here” I snapped my fingers at eye level. “Generous as your offer was, I’ve just been served. If only you’d asked earlier, I had a spare twenty seconds, because I’m sure that’s all you’d need. Now, fuck off.”

While his mates laughed at his embarrassment I turned, picked up my drinks and bumped into the big girl wearing the same dress. Jeez she was solid. I apologised and started making my way back, when another bloke tried a different line. “Isn’t it embarrassing when you turn up in the same outfit?” Without turning my head, I kept going on my route back to the table saying something about how it was a free country and lots of people probably had the same dress.

“Yes, but you look so much better in it than me.” Same voice. Man’s voice. Stop.

I turned my head, there leaning against the bar was…well I’m not entirely certain what it was.

It was tall. Taller than Miranda. Over six feet in her..his…their heels. Heels that were only about an inch but seemed to be giving the owner some grief. Fishnets over big chunky muscular calves disappeared under the three-quarter length dress. Moving up there was the same cross over top but unlike my own tits to die for this Tipobet Giriş one had what looked like plastic fake comedy norks underneath giving a cleavage like a dead heat in a hot air balloon race. Fingers snapped “Oi up here.”

I looked up at the face, it was a smiling friendly looking face with firm jaw and sparkling blue eyes under a really cheap and nasty blonde wig. Badly applied lipstick and big costume clip on earrings completed the look, if you can call it a look.

I gave a slightly nervous nod of my head, “Yeah, I’d like to think so. Look, I really need to get back to my friends.” On a weird impulse I handed him — her the spare cocktail. “I’m Nicola.”

A massive hand on the end of a branch like arm came out and took it, “Thank you Nicola, I’m Chris.”

I turned, flustered by the meeting and ran back to our table.

Priya had been watching, “well, are they coming over?”

“What? Who” I genuinely didn’t have a clue what she was going on about.

“Those lads in the Chelsea gear, there’s three of them. Go get them girl.”

I gave her a synopsis of my conversation with the lads and concluded with a description of the climactic conditions that would be required in the underworld before I wanted to get them over to join us. Besides which I wanted to get judgey about the man woman transvestite whatever it was that I’d spoken to.

I shuffled round so I could see the bar and pointed, I like to think in a subtle way, but I spotted Chris spot me and lift his cocktail in salute. Looking to Miranda and Priya for support I hissed “Well, what the fuckity fuck is it? I mean, it’s a bloke in a dress. What, I mean why, what..who?” I ran out of words quite quickly.

Miranda pointed over to the bar area beside Chris, there were at least a dozen of them.

She speculated “Maybe it’s the Bristol round of Britain’s got talent and they’re a Spice Girls Tribute act?”

I was not impressed with her deductive skills.

Priya bent over as if she was trying to hide under the table. “Shit, they’re coming over. Quick. Coats, we’re leaving. I don’t want to get in some freaky transvestite Kylie Minogue fest.”

Too late. Chris and two others equally big and equally bizarrely kitted out were there with six long island iced teas.

“We’ve um got a round in, would you mind if we joined you?”

Priya and I are both English so our embarrassment and good manners made us say “No, of course not, please join us” before Miranda’s Irish candour could get going with “No. Feck off, ya freaks”

They sat. We talked. No one mentioned the elephant in the room.

They were actually really fun to be around, smart, interesting, well read. We had the “what do you all do” conversation, Miranda’s a nurse at Bristol Royal Infirmary but usually makes something up when she tells blokes what she does, being one she doesn’t get the sexy image. I suppose when your day is filled with bedpans and infected wounds it’s hard to see it as horny, tonight she was pretending to be an illustrator for technical manuals.

I tried to gloss over my job in the reporting team for Independent News Radio, being a reporter sounds all Woodward and Bernstein, but in reality there’s rather more talking to people outraged by something totally normal or digging into local council reviews of speed limits and visibility.

Priya works as a civilian employee for the police, something to do with records and research but she doesn’t talk about it much and usually, like tonight, just says she’s a civil servant.

Chris was into IT, he’d just started his own business and was working hard to build it up. Matt was an accountant but was thinking of giving it up because he hated it and Simon was a junior doctor at Bristol Royal Infirmary.

The elephant came out when Priya asked how they all knew each other.

Chris was straight in with “We play Rugby together.” Which made Miranda laugh out loud.

“Rugby. I shoulda bloody well guessed it. You’re not a Spice Girls tribute act, are you? You’re not a bunch of trannies on the lash, you’re a bunch of Rugby Players thinking you’re being ironic. God give me strength. Come here you.” With that last she grabbed a shocked looking Simon and shoved her tongue into his mouth.

Give him his due, he didn’t stay shocked for long and the two of them rolled into a corner and seemed set in for the duration.

It was close to ten by now and a couple of the rest of the team came over to let our three know they were heading on to Dockers, a night club by the waterfront. Chris asked me if I wanted to go with him, which seemed like quite a good idea at the time. Miranda and Simon said they wouldn’t and would catch up with us all some time later. Miranda made a point of waving her keys at me and asked if I had five one-pound coins. The Condom machine in the ladies took five one-pound coins so either Simon was in for a fun evening and Miranda was being sensible or she wanted to make a long distance phone call.

Priya came with us, she and Matt seemed Tipobet to be getting on as well as Chris and I were. We chatted on the walk, Chris had a big barbour jacket which he wrapped around the two of us. I couldn’t get over how big he was, not just big, solid in a caravan stuffed full of broken concrete kind of way. I felt instinctively safe shielded by his enormous arms as I hugged into him under his coat. Chris was something called a Flanker, he preferred Openside but had gone Blind for the game today. Matt was a lock, although sometimes he was called second row and Simon was apparently a girl, He stood off things and kicked a lot. I had absolutely no idea what they were talking about, but I had a feeling I was going to have to learn about Rugby.

Priya asked if they knew Jonny Wilkinson, impressing me that she had at least heard of a rugby player which was more than I had. Jonah someone was in the back of my mind, but I didn’t say anything.

At two AM I called it a night, Priya had already disappeared, as had Matt. Chris and I walked slowly up towards the city, he lived about a mile from me so it made perfect sense to walk together. His flat was the closest, so it made perfect sense to go in to get out of the cold for a hot drink.
It made equally perfect sense for him to want to get out of the fishnets and wig and to jump in the shower. I made some tea while I waited, my head churning. I was in a strange man’s house at two thirty in the morning and no one knew where I was, but I didn’t feel worried. Part of me thought I might never feel worried again.

I reached a decision, searching in the cupboard under the sink I found what I was after.

Chris came back into the kitchen in a big blue towelling dressing gown, I passed him a mug of tea, pulling my coat tightly around myself.

“I can hang that up if you like, I’ve put the heating back on.”
Oooh heating. He knows the way to a girl’s heart.

I thanked him. Standing up, and facing away, I let the coat slip off my shoulders, wondering how long it would take him to notice.

“Mmm Lovely cup of tea.” He was saying, except he got as far “cup” when he realised I was holding my coat around my waist facing away from him, and apart from my boots that was all I was wearing.
The rest of my clothes were in the Tesco bag I’d found under the sink. It also solved the big pants issue as well.

I heard a clatter as a mug slammed down on the table.

I felt rather than saw a dressing gown spread out on the same table.

I felt two hands on my shoulders as I turned to face him, letting the coat sit on the back of the nearest chair.

His hands were on my breasts, rolling the nipples and mashing them together.

I reached down and grabbed his growing cock, kneeling slowly until it was on eye level with me. It was quite large, and it wasn’t ready to go yet.

Worried it might get too big to do this next bit I opened my mouth and drew him into the warmth and wetness within. I pushed up with my tongue, lapping on the bottom of his shaft, feeling the ridges getting harder in the back of my throat. I started to move my head in and out in a steady motion, dribbling out around the sides of his cock where it was stretching my mouth.

God it was big, I mean not porn star, unfeasibly big but long enough that I could get two hands around it and still fit some in my mouth and fat enough that I could barely move my tongue once he was past my teeth. Gagging slightly, I took my head away and puffed.

“I suppose this would be a good time to check you haven’t got a girlfriend” I asked with a wink.

“No, single. You?”

“Unattached for over a year.Mmmmm” I had my mouth back over him and my eyes closed as I sucked. I lowered a hand to my dampening pussy, I hadn’t been planning on getting this close to anyone so it was covered in short wiry black hair, slipping through the undergrowth I brought two fingers to play with my rock hard, swollen clit, shivering as a spasm of pleasure rippled through me.

He was growing too big now, my jaw was beginning to ache, and I was drooling uncontrollably over my fist. Taking him out I leaned back and gripped him in my cleavage, pushing on each side of my breasts to make a soft, firm pillow and rubbed, staring up into his eyes so he could see the passion and lust in mine.

His breath came faster and shorter,” Stop,no, I’m….No Don’t stop”

I had no intention of stopping. He sent a jet of sticky cum up between my tits, hitting me under my chin, the second jet I had his head buried deep in my cleavage, I felt the warmth spreading across my chest. A third jet spurted but the pressure was down, and it barely reached the top of my tits.

Chris looked down at me, reached across the small kitchen to the sink and passed me a tea towel.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that” he looked disappointed.

I wiped myself clean and gave him my sultriest look “I’ll accept your apology if you’re only good for once a night. I was hoping for at least another one and then one on the morning as well.”

His eyes lit up, giving me a little jump inside. I wasn’t a first night sex type of girl usually, well ever really, but when you’ve found the person you want to fuck to the exclusion of all others for the rest of your life you may as well get started as soon as possible.

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In the previous chapter I talked about the show Inga had sponsored. In the show I became her son Eric´s first woman and he took me twice more. Inga got on stage too and performed superbly twice. After that I volunteered to become Eric´s sex teacher and was invited to their home to carry it out.

At my first visit I soon found out that Inga wanted Eric to be allowed to take me several times. We fucked before and after dinner and then I was invited to stay the night to give him more opportunities. He took me twice during the night and then again after a rich breakfast.

Inga wanted me to come back for another session already the following Sunday. She wanted me to come already at two o´clock. She didn´t say it but it was obvious that she planned to give Eric several opportunities to fuck me. We started with a pool party that soon turned into a double strip tease where converted C-strings added to the excitement.

Then I gave Eric a thorough lesson about how to caress and please a woman. Inga took an active part by giving advice to Eric. I had him take me in several positions showing him a lot of variations. But to make it a grand finale I let him fuck me in the way he liked. He eagerly took me from behind standing up. He did an excellent job making me cum twice before he cum bringing me with him in a shuddering orgasm.

After recovering we had a nice, leisurely time swimming and playing in the pool and resting in the sun. Inga opened a bottle of champagne and brought delicious small sandwiches on a tray.

After some time, Inga rose and got a refill for the glasses. She didn´t sat down though but moved around the pool aimlessly as if she didn´t know what to do. I went over to her.

“What´s troubling you?” I asked. “Has it got to do with Eric? No need, he performed incredible. You know how many times he made me cum.”

She looked relieved for a moment but then her troubled look was back.

“Yes, you are right of course. He did a great job. But why isn´t he excited again. We are moving around in the buff and he doesn´t react to our naked bodies. I thought that boys could do it like rabbits.”

“Oh, don´t worry about that. We had an extremely long session ending with an incredible fuck that drained him. And he has got used to us being naked in his presence. Nudeness alone isn´t exciting after a while. It takes something more especially when he is spent and contented like he is now. But he will be able when it´s time, don´t worry about that. You want him to get another round I take it?”

“Oh yes, goodness gracious me, if just you know how much I want him to enjoy you again. It worried me that it looked like he wouldn´t be able,” she blurted out.

“You really love him, don´t you?” I asked.

“Oh yes. My goodness, yes. I love him dearly. I want to do everything for him. He is all I have got. But on the same time, I don´t want to spoil him or doing anything improper. He must get a life of his own very soon.” She talked partly for herself with a longing look on her face.

“Yes, I can see that you really love him. Nothing wrong with that. It would also be natural if you want him to fuck you. Do you?” I asked. The talk had become so intimate that the question came naturally.

“God almighty, yes. Yes, I would like him to fuck me. If just you know how much I want that. To have his hands and mouth all over my body, to suck his cock into hardness, to feel his cock force its way into my pussy, to feel his hard thrusts when he bangs me, to feel his seed fill my pussy. Oh, goodness gracious me, how much I long for that. But that´s out of the question of course. Having the condom with his seed in my pussy is as close as I will come. And I really mean it. Not only because it´s improper and forbidden but it would be beyond my moral limit. And I really think it might spoil our relationship. Maybe I have already overstepped the line by doing what I am doing now. Being in the nude with him I mean. But that is as far as it goes. But I will do what I can to give him the best upbringing there is.”

“And that includes what we are doing now I am sure,” I said giggling trying to ease her tense mood. And it worked. She laughed and looked more at ease.

“Well, I had better get more decent then,” she said and went to pick up her panties, the converted C-string. She wriggled it into place and put high heeled sandals on. She rose and looked contented. “Feel good, really good,” she said giggling. She looked gorgeous.

I did the same and agreed that the lump felt genuinely nice in my pussy after the previous exercise.

“Time for dinner, isn´t it. I could do with some help if you feel like it. As I said we will have grilled meat and eat out here.” She moved us over to the grill and fired it up. “Feel like making the salad?”

We moved around cooking dinner rather much in the raw. Eric joined us after a while. I asked him to help me lay the table. I suddenly caught him staring at Inga who stood at the grill. He looked at her admiringly. I moved closer to him.

“Yes, look at your mother, what a Tipobet Güncel Giriş lovely sight she is. She looks really gorgeous, doesn´t she?” I said loudly to Eric. “Look at her extremely elegant figure, slim, long-legged and with those lovely boobs.” Inga heard what I was saying and looked proud. She straightened her back. “See how well she carries herself to make the best of what she has to show. See how straight she stands with her shoulders held back and how that lifts and pushes her big boobs forward” I added but now in a low voice only for Eric to hear.

Inga stood silent taking in my sudden praise. Her face had flushed but she looked proud. Suddenly she turned around as if she had got shy. But she did it without haste and didn´t try to cover anything.

“And look at her backside. It´s as lovely as her front. See how much her pear-shaped ass adds to the elegancy of her figure. And see how nicely the slender thighs attach to the ass especially as both ass and thighs are so well muscled. You are an incredibly lucky boy to have such a good-looking mother.” I had raised my voice again making sure that Inga could hear.

“Yes, she looks great. Real great,” Eric blurted out.

I thought for a moment that I had put it on a bit too thick when Inga blushed even more but then I saw that she had got really proud and very happy from the sudden praise from her son.

Inga stood at the grill with her back against us for a while moving the steaks around. Then she moved to get an apron which she put on. It was wide enough to also cover her ass but left the shoulders and arms bare. She handed me one too.

“We always dress for dinner,” she said with a giggle. “Eric, put on your clothes. Dinner is ready.”

We had a very nice time. The food was excellent and the wine a perfect match, but she made sure that we didn´t drink too much. Eric wasn´t allowed more than one glass.

When the table was cleared, and the leftovers stowed away in the outdoor fridge Inga started to look impatient. We both had felt that Eric had recovered.

I went to Inga when she stood at the pool side out of Eric´s earshot.

“You think it´s time for the fuck you promised? I am sure that Eric has recovered by now,” she said eagerly suddenly looking revived.

“Yes of course we will,” I said. “But I have a suggestion. Let´s put on a show for Eric,” I said.

“A show? What kind of show?” she asked a bit puzzled.

“You know, you and I making it out with each other,” I said trying to sound casual.

“But . . . but I am not a lesbian. And what would the purpose of that be?” She hadn´t said no, I noted. She was getting curious about what I had in mind.

“Neither am I. But it can be fun anyhow now and then. The purpose of course is educational. A good lover must know how to caress. That´s what we have taught Eric today, the basics anyway. He needs practice of course. But we both know that what makes a man a master lover is that he is inventive and does unexpected things. And that can´t be taught. He must get inspiration from somewhere. And what better inspiration is there than watching two women together?”

Inga looked at me for a little while. There was doubt on her face to begin with, but it was gradually replaced with an understanding look.

“Well, I think you have a point there. But it´s rather improper to show off to your son in such a way, isn´t it?” She said thoughtfully.

“Well, it might be under other circumstances. But you said that you wanted to give him the best upbringing there is including making him a superb lover. And you have already showed off to him and I don´t mean walking around in the buff. At the show the other night you really showed it all to him. You showed that you are a great fucker, the best I have seen. You have lots to teach him without having to fuck him.” I did my best to persuade her, feeling that she wanted to do it if only she could find good reasons for it.

“Well . . . I don´t know . . . you have a point there about being inventive . . . but . . . well, you are right, I might have crossed some taboo line with that show although I didn´t thought so when I decided to go on stage.” She got quiet and indecision showed on her face. “Well, I think it might be justified given the goal to make him an expert lover. Yes, you have convinced me. The end justifies the means, isn’t that so? Goodness gracious me, let´s do it. I will love doing it. You are such a gorgeous woman in all respects. And I am not completely out of experience. In my younger days I made it with some of my girlfriends. That was a long time ago though.”

“Splendid, I thought you would see reason. This will be an excellent complement to what we taught him earlier, I am sure.” I said to reassure her even more. “Do you have a good place for the show?”

“Oh . . . well, can´t we stay where we are? It´s such a lovely evening and it will be warm enough for quite some time yet. And there are infrared heaters should we need it. And that pool bed is free-standing so he can watch us from all sides,” she said suddenly Tipobet Giriş getting very practical.

“Fine with me. Plenty of room and excellent viewing as you pointed out. Let me have a word with Eric before we start.”

I didn´t wait for her answer but went quickly up to Eric. I didn´t want Inga to hear the instructions I was going to give him. I had plans to give them both a thrilling experience.

“Eric, Inga and I will put on a show for you. You will see how two women caress and pleases each other. You have learnt technically how to caress a woman. Now you should watch and get the feeling of what women like and learn how they do it. And later, you must do exactly as I tell you. I won´t be able to tell you in detail. Maybe there will be only a sign. Trust me, you won´t regret it.”

With that I left him for Inga and pulled her with me to the pool bed. We started to kiss and caress each other and soon the aprons were off. We took some time to wriggle the panties out of each other´s pussies. Eric was close by. I told him to get naked too and don´t be shy if he got hard. That would be a nice inspiration for us, I told him.

Inga soon proved to be good at lesbian sex. Well, she seemed to be good at everything she did. I think I met her expectations too, even if I had to think of staging the show as well. But I was used to that from my performances.

But it took some time before Inga got comfortable to perform in front of her son and relaxed. When she did, she responded eagerly to my caresses and cum for the first time. I guessed that she was horny and had built up a lot of steam. After that, all her inhibitions were gone.

We had a lovely time caressing each other to several orgasms. Eric had plenty of opportunities to study how we pleased each other with hands, mouths and tongues. I beckoned for him to come close when I licked Inga´s pussy and carefully showed him what happened when I flicked her engorged clit with my tongue bringing her over the brink doing that. I then had Inga to do me in a similar way and I hoped that he caught the differences. We had different technics when licking and kissing the pussy and clit. I too cum under her tongue.

Inga was incredibly pleased when she noticed that Eric got a nice erection from watching us and I felt that it turned her on even more.

We played for quite a long time before I felt that Inga started to tire. I decided it was time to spice up our show. I managed to get us in a sixty-nine position with me on top. While Inga started to work on me, I beckoned for Eric to come close to my head. I jacked his erection to make it real hard and then whispered to him to go around to the other side and take me from behind. He got flabbergasted to say the least and looked as he was going to object. But I squeezed his erection real hard and looked sternly at him. He nodded and went. I became happy when I felt his cock prod my pussy opening and heard Inga cry out of surprise. She protested but rather lamely: Both Eric and I remembered from last time that it was merely for the record and not to be taken seriously. And we were right. There were no more protests but instead sounds of excitements and I felt her hands pull my lips apart clearing the way for his cock.

I could of course not see what happened, just feel it. Eric slid easily into me as soon as his mother had opened me up and started to thrust, but he did it gentle. Inga did nothing that I could feel, and I guessed that she just watched what went on just inches above her face. I heard small moans of surprise and admiration though. But after a while Inga´s tongue set to work on my clit. Having a good cock in the pussy and a skilled woman´s tongue working on the clit was heavenly and it didn´t take them long to make me cum in a mighty orgasm. It was so strong that I fell forward on top of Inga and making Eric to plop out of me. What a sight Inga must have got. Eric´s very erect cock, wet and shining from my pussy juice, was out in the open just above her face with the balls nearly touching her forehead.

I felt that Eric moved forward to enter me again, but I stopped him. It wasn´t time to let him cum just yet. I had other plans for them.

I rolled off Inga and turned to lie at her side embracing her. She smiled happily when I thanked her for a most powerful orgasm. But there also was hunger in her eyes which fitted my plans.

“What a wonderful cock. I know what you should want to do with it. I will take a ride on it. With a finger in my ass, you can feel it without touching it, I whispered in her ear. “And a thrilling educational experience for him too,” I added thinking that she might need more encouragement to actually do it.

I told Eric to lie down on his back and swiftly straddled him facing his feet. I wanted Eric to see what happened. I started to hump in a slow steady rhythm with only short strokes. I looked at Inga and saw her desire but also hesitance. But finally, desire took over and she moved forward. When I felt her finger probe my ass hole I leaned forward as much as I could to give Tipobet her plenty of room and stopped humping. She pressed and wriggled her finger to loosen up the hole taking her time. But a finger is easy to take in and soon she slipped past my sphincter muscle. She pressed on until both knuckles were inside my ass canal. I moved slightly back and forth letting her feel along the shaft.

It felt heavenly for me too, having both holes filled up. The pressure was great, and I wondered how long Eric could stand the new sensation without cuming. I had to be careful. I looked over my shoulder and saw pure lust on Inga´s face and a perplexed look on Eric´s. I went on sliding back and forth on the steel hard cock but very slowly. But after a while I didn´t dare to go on but moved forward making them to plop out of my holes. I sat up on the bed.

“Guys, I want to please both of you at the same time. It will be fun, believe me. Just follow my lead,” I said.

I lay down on my back on the pool bed with my ass on the edge. I called Inga over and asked her to kneel over my head facing my feet which she was more than happy to do. I think she had come to like what my tongue was able to do to her pussy and clit. I told Eric to take position between my open thighs but I didn´t let him into me yet.

Inga sat straight above me waiting for the effects of my tongue to kick in. I went slowly at first. I raised my arms and cupped her boobs from underneath and caressed them. I pushed them up and forward towards Eric who stood close with his eyes glued to them. I tweaked the nipples making them hard and protruding. My tongue now worked on full speed. Inga was ready and cum in a nice vibrating orgasm.

I gave Eric´s ass a light nudge with a foot sending him a message. He understood directly and moved in. I wriggled my ass to ease his way into me, and it slid very smoothly inside. He really needed no help. Inga tensed when their heads suddenly came so close but when I resumed my efforts on her clit she relaxed again. Her body got motionless though, only her pelvis moved in rhythm with my licking. Eric had also stopped banging me. My view was obscured having my head between Inga´s thighs but I succeeded to get a glimpse upwards. I saw that they were looking each other into the eyes just as they had done at the show.

“Hug him,” I said to Inga taking a break from my licking. “Hug him, there´s no sin in hugging,” I urged her on, feeling her hesitation.

And to my great joy her arms slowly moved to embrace him. She held him loosely for a little while but then she pulled him closer. Eric put his arms around her and suddenly the hug got very tight with her boobs pressed to his chest. I had seen what I needed and went back to work on her clit.

Inga moaned of pleasure and lust. Eric´s upper body was held tightly against his mother´s boobs and he could only use his ass for thrusting into me. The strokes were short but powerful although irregular.

Inga´s hands slid down Eric´s body to the small of his back and she began to steer his movements. She got him into a steady rhythm synchronizing her pelvis movements with it. I too picked up the rhythm and soon we were fucking in total harmony.

Inga kept it slow to begin with but gradually speeded up Eric´s short thrusts. I followed with my tongue on her clit also probing her ass hole. She reacted nicely to that and soon I had a finger in her ass wriggling it too in rhythm.

Inga really had a good feeling. She picked up that Eric was close to cuming only shortly after that my pussy had. She slowed him down to let us catch up. I increased my efforts on her clit and in her ass. Inga responded splendidly to it I could feel. And I used my muscles to increase my pleasure from his cock.

She loosened her hug to allow rubbing her breasts against Eric´s chest and speeded up his thrusts. Suddenly Eric got frantic, and his first shot splashed into me. With no condom in the way I felt the warmth and wetness and that made it for me too. When his second shot hit me, Inga sat down on my face and together we cum in shuddering orgasms.

Eric and Inga kept embracing each other for quite a while with me pinned under them. There were soft moans from Inga, and I thought I heard a sob or two. But when she finally rose and turned to me, she was extremely happy. She hugged me lengthily.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, it was marvelous.”

Inga suggested that we should freshen up and invited me to use the same bedroom as before. I took my time in the shower. A lot of Eric´s seed leaked from my pussy.

When I left the bathroom, Inga was waiting for me.

“You are a cunning woman. You had it all planned when you suggested that we should give Eric a show. You knew of my desires but also where my limit is. Maybe we overstepped the line a little, but it was worth it. My goodness yes, it really was. If just you knew how close it was that I grabbed his cock when it was just above my face. But luckily, I could restrain myself. And then it was a tremendous feeling hugging Eric while you fucked both of us. It was the strongest orgasm I have ever had, so filled with feelings and love. I really want to thank you.” She had spoken rather gravely but then her face lit up in a big happy smile and the happiness spread to her body. She took a few dancing steps when she moved around the room.

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It was one week since I had decided to expose myself to everyone at the swim meet for the sake of understanding Jill Bergman’s horror at being displayed in the flesh and I had learned a lot about humiliation. It turns out it is pretty humiliating!

There were four people at the meet that had video of my wet nude body from four different angles. Or at least I should say four people who posted it on the Internet. Who knows how many private collections there may still be?

That night after an amazing evening with Jill—no we didn’t have sex, but we did make out extensively and it completed my life, at least in that moment. I don’t know what it is about that girl, but everything about her electrifies me.

Anyway, that night I checked the Internet and sure enough, there I was naked as the day I was born, sporting half a boner on every video site there was.

My face almost burned right off my head as I watched. I kept reloading the pages and watched as the number of views multiplied with increasing speed. How do people even know to look for these things? I sat up for hours watching, slowly realizing all the people that were seeing this and knowing that once something is online there is no getting it off. My dick was now in the public domain! My stomach was twisting like a butter churn. I was excited, embarrassed, terrified and aroused. I have to admit I looked pretty damn good. These people, whoever they were, achieved some wonderful lighting with their cell phones.

My mom and sister briefly talked to me about it the next morning and they agreed we wouldn’t acknowledge it ever again and we’ll just get on with our lives. And that was that. But in actuality that wasn’t that—that wasn’t that by a long shot.

There were still three weeks of school to go before graduation and I had to endure every comment you can imagine about every nuance of my body. I secretly got a huge thrill out of knowing that every girl in my school had seen me naked and it seemed the general consensus was I had a good body. But still, it was unnerving. Jill and I talked about it at length and we came to the conclusion that when it happened to her she was a victim, but when it happened to me it was funny. I wondered if any teachers had watched the videos, they must have. I noticed Ms. Jenkins kept looking at me and saying hello a lot more than usual! It was all very strange.

By the end of the week I was a major celebrity. Youtube alone had over 35.000 views and many comments—almost all of them positive and humiliating. There’s nothing like having total strangers from all over the world assessing your nude body.

I became known as The Naked Swimmer.

It was Friday at the end of school when Jill told me she had to go out of town for the weekend to her cousins wedding and I wouldn’t see her again until Monday at school. I was in total despair without her and I called work and told them I would be available for all the hours they could give me. I figured if I can’t be with Jill and I’m going to be miserable, I might as well do it at work. I worked five hours that night after school and a 15-hour shift on Saturday! Then on Sunday I worked another 6 hours. By the time I got home I was totally spent.

Here’s where the story of my life gets real crazy.

I went home and wanted to take a swim. Tired as I was, I also wanted to stay in shape, so I threw my swimsuit on (my recovered Speedo) and dove into the pool. The cool water felt great, but after only six laps I couldn’t swim anymore so I climbed out of the pool and lied on the pool chair next to the water. Normally I don’t lay out in my Speedo, because I hate the way they look, they are a little too revealing. At a meet or practice it doesn’t bother me, but just hanging around I feel too exposed. I know I was just naked in front of the world, but I’m painfully shy and even a little uncomfortable just sitting around without a shirt on. On a typical day by the pool I would wear my board shorts, but I didn’t feel like getting up. I threw on some sunblock, I don’t have a great tan and I burn easily. I relaxed and closed my eyes.

I immediately felt myself floating away on a comfortable cloud completely unaware that when I woke up my life would be different forever.

** Jen Tyler and Martha Jensen made their way to Mark’s back yard. They had heard someone swimming in the pool and were hoping it would be him. They had come with a video camera in hopes of creating a new interview with Mark about how he felt being The Naked Swimmer. Jen was the mastermind behind the whole thing and Martha just went because she had a thing for Mark, or more accurately Mark’s body. The two girls had gotten into trouble over the exposure of Jill Bergman incident at Camp Totochawka, but nothing too severe. It was a prank and they were punished accordingly.

They got to the backyard gate in time to see Mark exit the pool—much to their dismay he wasn’t naked! They watched as he applied lotion to his body. Jen quickly turned the camera on and zoomed in as he lathered Tipobet Güncel Giriş up.

“What are you doing?” Martha whispered.

“I’m getting some cutaway shots, don’t you know anything!” Jen replied.

She continued to tape him as he put his head back and lied still. Martha looked at her. “Now what? I think he’s asleep”

Jen stopped taping and opened the gate to the backyard. The girls made their way over to him. They stood there giggling and looking at his wet body. Together they had watched his nude video over and over studying every part of him extensively. Now that body was right here in front of them and they were very pleased. Mark began to snore; he was down for the count.

“Mark?” Jen said in a loud voice. Mark didn’t move.

“Are you asleep?” Martha practically yelled. He didn’t move an inch. They both laughed pretty loudly.

“He’s out cold,” Jen said. She pointed the camera at him and started taping. She trained the camera onto his abs, which rose and fell with every breath. She followed a drop of water as it made its way down his chest over his bumpy stomach and absorbed into his Speedo.

“Look at that bulge!” Jen laughed. “This is Internet gold. Do you realize what we have here? The sequel to The Naked Swimmer! It’s the more graphic follow up! And it has to follow the rules of a sequel—BIGGER and BETTER!”

“How?” Martha was confused.

“He’s unconscious, we can do anything. We get this video, post it online and see how many hits we get, we’ll have to create a fake registration name, of course, but this is awesome!” Jen was down right giddy. “Look at that body! He is so hot. Touch it. I won’t film your face. Just touch him. Feel him.”

The truth was that Jen hated Jill Bergman. Jill was very attractive, but she was sweet, pure and innocent—all the things Jen wasn’t and she would do anything to hurt Jill, she saw getting to know Mark as a way of hurting Jill.

Getting to know him this well would infuriate Jill and pay her back for getting them in trouble.

Martha thought it over. “Okay, but don’t you dare get my face in the shot”

“I won’t, hurry!”

Martha kneeled down and carefully put her finger on his chest. She looked for a response from him, but there wasn’t one. She put all her fingers on him and slowly caressed his chest. Then she went down onto his stomach. His guts twitched at that. Apparently he was ticklish. Martha hesitated for a moment then went for it. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and carefully rubbed it. Jen laughed to herself, she couldn’t believe Martha’s boldness, but she loved it. The camera was capturing it all. Mark’s dick started to harden as Martha continued to massage it.

“Pull it off!” Jen whispered. “Get him naked!”

Martha needed no further encouragement; she peeled his Speedo down and exposed his fully erect cock to the camera. Martha slowly and carefully worked his Speedo off of him completely. Mark now lay there nude, the two girls hovering over him with a video camera capturing his naked hardness in 1080p digital wonder. Martha took his dick between her index finger and thumb and lifted it towards her at a 90-degree angle.

“It’s beautiful!” She said. She let it go and it sprang back to its natural state pointing toward Mark’s head. She lifted one of his balls and Jen focused in on how his skin rolled over the testicle. Then she picked up both balls and kneaded them with her fingers, his penis throbbed and pulsed with his heart beat.

Mark groaned and shifted in his chair. The girls stopped and looked at him, then continued.

“Crank him off, let’s see him blow his wad all over himself!” Jen was ecstatic. But they heard a noise that stopped them in their tracks. A car pulled into the driveway. Jen turned the camera off, Martha put the Speedo in her pocket and they ran off quickly jumping the fence on the other side of the pool and making their getaway.

Mark’s Mom and sister Cindy had come home with the groceries and unpacked them in the kitchen. As she was doing so she noticed Mark was lying out by the pool. The back of the chair faced the kitchen, but she knew it was Mark and he seemed to be sleeping. She worried that he didn’t use sunblock as he was careless to do so and she decided to make sure.

She made her way out to him while all the time looking at her azaleas to see if they needed trimming. When she arrived next to Mark she was shocked.

She literally stood there looking at him for a full minute not even sure she was seeing what she was seeing. There he was lying asleep on the chair completely nude with his erect penis sticking straight up on his stomach with his hand resting on top of it. If it was anyone but her son she would have found this scene to be very sexy, beautiful even, but this was her son and she didn’t know how to feel, it was like her brain shorted out.

“Mark! What are you doing!” She yelled. “Mark! Wake up!”

**I don’t know if I was dreaming or not, but I heard my Mom yelling Tipobet Giriş at me from a far off place. I slowly opened my eyes and saw her standing over me with her eyes bugging out looking at me like I was some alien creature. I didn’t get it at first.

“What’s the matter?” I asked her. I was a little annoyed at being woken up.

“What the hell are you doing?” She said.

“What?” then it hit me, something was VERY wrong. I felt a strange, yet very familiar feeling in my hand. My dick! I looked down and my hand was on my dick—my naked dick—my naked throbbing dick!

“What the fuck!” I yelled and jumped up. “I’m sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to swear,” then I realized I was still naked and I covered up with my hands. I looked everywhere for something to cover myself with but I couldn’t find anything. I just stood motionless my head looking in every direction for cover—nothing!

“Get inside!” she yelled.

I ran inside as fast as I could. As I ran upstairs I was away from her view so I let go of my penis for balance. Then everything got worse. My older sister Cindy came out of her room. “Was Mom yelling?” she said as she stopped and saw me. Again, I froze and saw her look down right at my dick.

“Aw come on!” was all I could think to say as I ran into my bedroom.

I paced around in a panic, I couldn’t figure out what happened and in a lot of ways I wasn’t sure THAT it happened, but it did. I kept looking down expecting my Speedo’s to reappear, but they didn’t. Finally after some serious sitting at the edge of the bed staring at the floor I calmed down and took a shower. It’s all I could think to do.

**Cindy walked downstairs. “I just saw Mark’s penis again!” she said to her Mother.

“He was outside naked, touching himself by the pool. He must have fallen asleep. I don’t even know what to think about that,” she told her daughter.

“So what, being The Naked Swimmer wasn’t enough, now he wants to be The Naked Stroker?” Cindy asked. “What is he a nudist now?”

“Let’s not talk about it. He’s embarrassed enough. Boys do things like that. We’ll just leave it at that.”

They sat there thinking to themselves. Mom wasn’t sure how she felt, she was concerned for her son, but the image she saw of a beautiful naked man asleep, innocent and helpless with his manhood throbbing in his hands had a certain quality that she couldn’t deny.

Cindy didn’t like boys. She was into girls, but the truth is when she saw the video of her brother online she thought he was kind of sexy and she found herself a little aroused. Now that she just saw the full on 3D-close-up-junk-fest, she really wanted to see more.

Hour’s later Mark came down from his room. His Mom found humor is his choice of clothes. It was a relatively hot day, but Mark came down wearing jeans, a t-shirt, shoes, a hat and a sweatshirt. She thought that if he could have worn a parka he would have. He went out by the pool and began searching.

**I searched everywhere, I couldn’t find my Speedo. I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on, what, did I eat the thing in my sleep? Am I such a perve that I can’t control myself in an unconscious state? I mean, I know I’m eighteen, but still I should have some control. I saw my Mom and Sister walk out to me.

“Look I don’t want to talk about it. I’m sorry you saw that, but I really don’t know how that happened.” I told them.

“It’s okay, honey. We know what guys do with themselves, but in the future not outside, okay Mark?”

“Mom, I wasn’t, I mean I do, but I didn’t, I mean . . .” I don’t know what I meant.

“It’s okay, Mark” Cindy said. “It’s not like we haven’t all seen it already.”

“Thanks, I didn’t feel quite embarrassed enough already. But I was wearing my Speedo, so where is it?” I was getting annoyed. I could feel my face burning red again. I felt like if I could take back exposing myself at that swim meet I would. Everything in my life got weird every since then. But then I thought of Jill, how soft she was and how her tongue felt in my mouth, the feeling of her breasts under the fabric of her shirt. I started to get hard again! Man, I am a pervert. Finally, I gave up and decided the best plan was to forget it chock it up to another embarrassing moment in life.

It had been a long and weird weekend.

**That night Cindy lie in her bed tossing and turning–writhing in fact, her hands finding their way down and touching herself. She was so horny. She couldn’t help but think of Mark in his exposed state. She envied him. She wasn’t actually turned on by her brother, but she was turned on by his situation. The truth was she really liked the idea of being buck naked in front of people even though she never had been and Mark had achieved this twice, once in front of the whole world! She couldn’t take it anymore; she had to see it again.

Cindy got out of bed and turned the computer on. She searched for “The Naked Swimmer” and found the HD version of her brother. She watched as he slipped out Tipobet of the water and stood guilelessly in front of the spectators. He was so naked, so wet, and so beautiful. She felt her loins burning, she imagined herself in that situation with the water dripping off her breasts and then . . . she noticed something intriguing.

In the Suggestions Column next to the video she saw one that looked like Mark on their pool chair. The video was titled The Naked Swimmer Part II!

Cindy clicked the video feeling a little uneasy, but also expecting to see a copycat pervert version of Mark’s video. Much to her surprise, shock, horror, sorrow, arousal, embarrassment, and amazement she watched as her brother lie sleeping, with a pair of female hands exploring his body, there was no sound and she couldn’t recognize the hands. The Speedo was stripped away and his hard cock sprang free. His balls were played with, his dick was stroked and all while he slept. The video had gotten her so worked up she stripped nude and did herself right there on the floor next to her computer. She imagined those feminine hands ripping all her clothes off and feeling her wet naked body exposing it to the outside air. She climaxed incredibly, then relaxed. When she had calmed down she started to feel guilty and began wondering how to break this to Mark and their Mom.

**I woke up earlier than usual the next morning to voices downstairs. I also realized I had to pee pretty badly so I got up. Naturally, Mr. Spanky woke up before me and was at full power. I only had on my boxers so I checked the hall to make sure it was clear, then I headed to the bathroom. In the past when this happened I would put my bathrobe on, because I was too shy to walk around in my underwear and be seen by anyone, but I guess with recent events I was being a little braver. I leaned forward over the toilet and pushed my dick as far down as it would go, I practically had to do a handstand to keep from peeing on everything! By the time I was finished it started to soften, I flushed, washed my hands and headed back to my bed. On the way back, I heard Jill’s voice downstairs she, my Mom, and sister were talking in a serious tone. I knew that couldn’t be good, so I quickly threw my sweatpants and T-shirt on and went downstairs.

When I arrived in the kitchen the three of them were sitting there talking.

As soon as I walked in they all stopped.

“Did somebody die?” was all I could think to say. Jill looked like she wanted to get up and hug me, but didn’t. My Mom looked the same way.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Jill.

“I came over to talk to you before school, but you were asleep. And . . . there’s a problem.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Mark . . .” my Mom, said, ” . . . I don’t even know how to tell you this. What happened yesterday . . . well . . .”

“What happened yesterday?” was my brilliant response. What could she mean, I wondered? Sometimes I’m not too quick.

“By the pool . . .” she said.

Enter the blushing face! I got very embarrassed by this and quickly looked away. “Mom! I don’t want to talk about that!”

“It’s not your fault, we found out what happened. It looks like two girls snuck in and did that to you.” she said in her “sad for me” voice.

I had no idea what she meant. Did what to me? What? Huh? Who?

“It had to be Jen and Martha. I’ll bet you everything I’ve got!” Jill said with an anger I haven’t heard in her voice before.

“What are you guys talking about? I don’t get it.”

Cindy broke in, “They came in while you were asleep, pulled your suit off and jacked you off by the pool!”

I sat down. Here were the three women in my life—all of whom I love more than I can say, in different ways of course, and they were discussing, yet again, my penis. “How do you know that?” I asked.

“Because they posted it online.” Cindy said.

My stomach fell out and I almost puked. My balls shriveled up and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead mixing with the redness of my skin.

I think I managed to be totally pale and beat red at the same time!

“Look it up, search The Naked Swimmer Part II,” Cindy said.

Why did she sound excited?

I walked over to the family laptop in the kitchen the one my Mom uses and searched. Youtube had already taken it down, thank God, for violation of policy, but there were plenty of other sites that weren’t so well patrolled. I played the video and watched as my suit was pulled off my sleeping body. I watched my penis, in close up HD, being manipulated by female hands while my face slept in the background. I looked over at the girls who quickly looked away, but had all clearly been watching it.

I clicked it off and sat there stunned. I think my brain had completely left my body at that point.

“I’m going to call the police and report this. If it was these two girls they are in a lot of trouble.” Mom said.

“NO!” I protested. “You can’t. If we make a big deal out of this it will become a news story and everyone will know. Geraldo will be chasing me through the school parking lot for an interview. We don’t say anything, just let it be absorbed by the Internet and people will forget about it. I’ll try to get the websites to take it down, we’ll threaten to sue them or something.”

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In chapter 3 Jack and his mother experiment with bondage and anal intercourse. Their passion and love for each other reach new heights of forbidden eroticism. But change is on the horizon as Elizabeth’s older sister, newly widowed, is coming to live with her. Jack wonders how this will change things between him and his mother and he recalls an incident a few years ago when his aunt appeared to make a pass at him.

This concluding chapter of the series is about what happens when Jack’s Aunt Katherine comes to live with Elizabeth. It is recommended that you read chapters 1 to 3 first as they contain important background on Elizabeth’s looks and character which are highly pertinent to the story line. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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After getting back from Scotland my mother and I had had four weeks before Aunt Katherine moved down to Oxford. Neither of us could be sure what affect her arrival would have on the intense and incestuous sexual relationship that had developed between us over the past few weeks. Once unimaginable, unthinkable, now we regularly indulged in vaginal and anal intercourse, often with my mother strapped securely to the bed, either at her house or at my flat in the city centre.

So for four weeks we had made the most of it, fucking like rabbits at every opportunity. We barely spent a night apart; mostly I would go to her house after work each day and we would shower together. Then she would dress in stockings and a garter belt and we would spend anything up to two- or three-hours making love in the most erotic ways imaginable. These evening sessions usually, though not always, culminated in me penetrating her anus, something my mother was growing to enjoy almost as much as vaginal intercourse. She had also started to explore my anus, using her tongue and fingers to excite me.

In the mornings, we would make love again. Mostly this was conventional sex, tender and slow, in contrast to the sometimes-rough passion of the evening before. My mother’s arousal at the roughness of our evening play never ceased to amaze me. The night before Aunt Katherine’s arrival, determined to extract the last drop of pleasure before the curtain came down, my mother had timidly asked me to spank her. Surprised, and aroused myself, I laid her across my knees, naked apart from stockings and suspenders, and smacked her bare arse, hard, pausing between blows to stroke her shaven pussy and tease her little brown rosebud. She squealed and writhed as I smacked, trying to rub her clitoris on my leg and eventually reaching a climax. I felt bad about her glowing red buttocks, but she was thrilled with the experience.

Then Katherine had arrived and for two weeks our relationship had been as chaste as a mother-son relationship should be as we assessed the implications of her older sister’s presence. Indeed, we hardly saw each other! And a long two weeks it was, before Katherine got a job — she was anxious to pay her way — and was out of the house during weekdays. Unfortunately, so was I. I could hardly leave the office at lunchtime and pop round for a quick fuck — not that idea hadn’t occurred to me. And of course auntie was around at weekends too. Eventually mum partially solved the problem by inventing “Don,” a fake boyfriend she’d met on the internet with whom she spent her Saturdays, sometimes staying over at his flat on Saturday night. This fitted in with mum’s new image — the cosmetics and dyed hair and the clothing transformation — and Katherine appeared to accept the story, even suggesting that when a decent period of mourning had elapsed, she too would try internet dating.

So we had Saturdays together, with no fear of being disturbed as I had, so far, neglected to furnish Katherine with the address of my flat. Elizabeth generally arrived at midday and we spent the afternoon fucking. Then we’d go out for a meal in the city centre and maybe take in a movie before going back to my flat and fucking again until we were both exhausted and sometimes slightly sore. On Sunday morning we’d stay in bed with the papers and fuck again before Elizabeth left mid-afternoon. Heaven. I lived for the weekends!

A month or so into this delightful routine, mum had to go into hospital overnight for a routine carpel tunnel operation. It was no big deal but there were some logistics issues to discuss and I came over to her house on Tuesday evening so that Katherine could be included in the discussions. After we were done, and I was taking my leave, Katherine surprised us by offering to cook for me while mum was away.

‘I know Liz doesn’t cook much for you nowadays, Jack, but I thought it would give us a chance to have a good old natter. And I can rustle up a pretty decent meal though I say it myself.’

It would have been churlish to refuse so I said I’d come over after dropping mum at the hospital on Friday evening.

‘Be kind to your aunt,’ were mum’s parting words as I dropped her off. ‘She’s still a bit fragile after all that’s happened.’

Taking her words to heart I bought a big bunch of assorted flowers at Tipobet Güncel Giriş the hospital kiosk and presented them to my aunt as I walked through to the kitchen where she was elbow-deep in food preparation.

‘Oh Jack! How thoughtful of you! I’ll hug you later, I’m all floury at the moment.’ She held up her arms as though to confirm this. ‘Now pour yourself a glass of wine, and top mine up, there’s a bottle already opened over there, and go and relax in the front room while I finish off. I hope you like Beef Wellington. And there’s cheesecake afterwards…’

I retreated to the front room and put the television on, watching an early evening game show and half listening to the clatter coming from the kitchen. Half an hour later auntie stuck her head through the doorway.

‘I’m going upstairs to make myself look presentable. Hope I won’t be too long.’ This last was accompanied by a mischievous grin. ‘Help yourself to more wine.’

She thumped upstairs and I went into the kitchen, where the odours of cooking made my mouth water. The bottle of Merlot that I’d poured us a glass from was now empty, and there was an opened bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon next to it, about three-quarters full. By my estimation this meant Aunt Katherine had drunk more than a bottle of wine already this evening. I topped my glass up, resigned to having to stay the night and thinking that a bit of anaesthetic wouldn’t do any harm.

Katherine was upstairs for over an hour, but when she finally came down, pausing in the kitchen to refill her glass, I could see why she’d taken so long. Sixty-four she may have been but she scrubbed up pretty well, I thought. She was dressed in a simple grey woollen dress which accentuated her figure. She wasn’t voluptuous but she had more curves than mum, including a very respectable bust. Her ash-blonde hair was freshly washed and shining and she’d used a lot of make-up, quite cleverly, to make the best of her long face and pointed jaw. She was wearing black stockings or tights and high heels and I also noticed that she’d painted her nails red, for which I must confess I am a sucker. The overall effect was of a mature but attractive lady who’d taken some trouble to look good.

‘Now come and give your auntie a hug.’

I stood up from the settee and she came over and flung her arms around me, squeezing me tightly and kissing my cheek. I could feel her breasts pushing into my chest and smell the combination of red wine and toothpaste on her breath. I could also smell her scent. It was the same as mum’s. It probably was mum’s.

She broke the hug, but not before kissing me full on the mouth. ‘That’s a “thank you” for the flowers.’

‘You’re welcome,’ I said. ‘Maybe I’ll have to buy you some more often.’ It was a stupid thing to say; I wasn’t looking to seduce my aunt. But the devil was inside me that evening, of that there is no doubt, and I was curious as to what would happen if I flirted.

‘Yes,’ she said, looking me in the eye, ‘why don’t you.’ There was an awkward pause then she disappeared into the kitchen calling ‘dinner in ten minutes’ over her shoulder.

We ate at the pine kitchen table that I’d fucked her sister over a few times. And dinner was, as Katherine had promised, very good. I’ve always been fond of Beef Wellington and I adore lemon cheesecake. There was also more wine. Too much more, I thought. Another bottle was opened and I could see that Aunt Katherine was affected: her eyes were slightly unfocussed and her gestures exaggerated. Part of me hoped that she’d pass out on the settee after dinner. Part of me was still curious as to how the evening might develop. It was this latter part that suggested we take our glasses through to the front room, and it was this latter part that followed auntie to the settee when I could have taken the single chair.

She smiled at me as we sat down and patted the space right next to her.

‘Now come and tell auntie all your news. I’m dying to hear all about your flat and work and everything.’

So I told her all my news: the recent promotion at work, the trips to France and Canada and about my flat. She looked directly at me as she listened, a smile fixed on her face. After a few minutes I exhausted the subject and tailed off. Katherine was still looking at me, her lips slightly parted, a tiny bit of lipstick on one front tooth.

‘Your flat sounds enchanting, Jack. I’d love to come over and see it one day, when you’re not too busy with all your girlfriends that is. I expect you’ve got them queuing at the door, a handsome chap like you.’

‘Well there’s no one special at the moment, auntie.’

‘What’s the matter with the Oxford girls? If I were your age — and not your aunt of course — I’d have snapped you up long ago. And you’re much too old to call me auntie. Katherine will do very well. Or how about Kathy. My first boyfriend always called me that. You remind me a bit of him. Same lovely eyes and the same athletic figure.’

As she said this last piece of nonsense, she took hold of my upper arm and squeezed Tipobet Giriş the bicep.

‘Yes, I thought so, very firm.’

I was beginning to wonder if I should initiate things and make a pass at Katherine. She hardly seemed “fragile” as mum had suggested. Indeed, it seemed obvious that she was coming on to me again. But did I really want that? Wasn’t I being unfair to Elizabeth? Unfaithful in fact? But my aunt was here with me now, available perhaps. A sexy older woman. My conscience was fighting a losing battle with my baser instincts when Katherine, after taking a long sip from her glass, changed the subject.

‘So what about Don, your mother’s new man? Well, man,’ she corrected herself, tipsily. ‘Have you met him? What’s he like?’

Mum and I hadn’t rehearsed this scenario but I thought quickly and decided that it would be much better if I’d never met the mythical Don. I mean what if I described him as tall and blond and mum had already said he was short and swarthy.

‘She’s been pretty cagey about the whole thing. I’ve not only not met him, but she’s never even intimated that she’ll introduce us.’

‘Don’t you think that’s odd, Jack? What’s she hiding do you think? Maybe it’s Donna rather than Don!’ She hadn’t let go of my arm and now she gave it another squeeze and laughed, apparently at the idea of her sister with another woman. ‘Now be a dear and go and top us up.’

I wasn’t sure that was a good idea. Katherine didn’t seem to be getting any drunker but I was starting to feel a bit dizzy, not completely in control. Afterwards I tried to salve my conscience by pretending it had been the drink that had lowered my resistance. In truth it probably was.

When I came back into the front room Katherine had drawn the curtains but not switched any lights on; the only illumination came from the hall light. It closed the walls in and gave the room an intimate feel. We sat quietly for some minutes, sipping our wine, then Katherine took another long sip and put down her glass turning to face me with the air of one about to make a momentous statement.

‘Jack, do you remember a few years ago when you visited us in Scotland?’

I nodded. ‘The house in Inverkeithing?’

‘Yes.’ She paused, picked up her glass, sipped, put it down again and took a deep breath. ‘Do you remember me kissing you, in the little bedroom, while everybody was out?’

The atmosphere in the darkened room was suddenly electric. I could almost feel the hairs on my neck stand up and a storm of butterflies was churning my stomach. ‘Yes…’ I said slowly.

‘Have you ever wondered,’ she said, quietly, ‘what would have happened if you’d kissed me back?’

‘Sometimes,’ I admitted.

‘Only here we are again, alone in the house together… ‘She was speaking softly, barely audible. ‘Perhaps it’s time we found out what would have happened.’ She leaned towards me and I caught her scent again and the power of her presence. ‘It would be our secret, Jack. Nobody else would ever know…’

I said nothing, but my heart was pounding. This was the point of no return. I tried to think of Elizabeth but my cock was stirring in my trousers, the erection growing, sucking away my good intentions. I leaned my head down to meet hers, turning my head slightly so our lips met, just touching, for long seconds, like that kiss in Inverkeithing. But this time her lips, warm and firm, pressed against mine and I felt her mouth open and open mine with it and her tongue entered my mouth and suddenly I was lost. I wanted this woman, wanted to kiss her, to explore her body to thrust my hardness into her. I felt her arms around my neck and I put mine around her waist and pulled her to me. Breaking the kiss she stared wildly at me in the darkness.

‘Yes!’ she hissed. ‘This is what I think would have happened.’ She pulled my face to hers and we kissed frenziedly, smearing saliva over our lips, tongues exploring every corner of our mouths. ‘Take me upstairs Jack. Take me to bed.’

This was not the slow seduction, the gentle exploring and tender undressing that had characterised my first time with my mother. This was naked lust. We stumbled up the stairs to her bedroom and, slamming the door shut behind us, kissed ferociously while we ran our hands shamelessly over each other’s bodies. I found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down; she was grappling with my belt buckle, then undoing my shirt buttons. Katherine stepped back and pulled the grey woollen dress over her head, revealing a black lacy bra and black tights.

‘I’d have worn stockings for you if I’d thought this was going to happen,’ she said, peeling the tights off and unhooking her bra.

I shucked out of my shirt and pulled my trousers down, taking my underpants and socks with them and tossing the little bundle into a corner of the room. We came together again, me naked, penis proudly rigid, seeping its clear liquid, Aunt Katherine in nothing but her panties. Her legs weren’t as shapely as Elizabeth’s and she had a little bit of a tummy, but her breasts Tipobet were nice: sort of grapefruit sized and still quite firm, faint stretch marks only adding to their charm. The areolae were dark and crinkly and her nipples were big, rubbery and erect. I took one in my mouth and she gasped as I sucked and nibbled, taking it between my teeth and biting down gently.

‘Oh God, that’s good.’ It was the first thing we’d said since getting to the bedroom.

I released her nipple and squatted down, hooking my fingers into her knickers and pulling them to the floor. Her pubic hair was grey and sparse, but neatly trimmed, the outer labia partially open and already starting to glisten with the juices of her excitement. I wanted to thrust my face into her vulva, force my tongue between her labia, taste her secretions. But that would come later. Now we both wanted the same thing.

Without a word she scrambled onto the bed and lay on her back, legs wide open, feet in the air. I knelt down and guided my rigid cock to her sopping cunt, pushing it promptly in, the whole way, seeing her eyes open and hearing her gasp with desire.

‘Yes, Jack, give it to me.’

I started fucking my aunt with long, hard thrusts, trying to rub my pelvis over her clitoris at each stroke. She grabbed my upper arms and dug her nails in, head thrashing about on the pillow, spittle on her lips and chin, my balls slapping against her arse and the squelching of my cock in her cunt clearly audible.

In five minutes it was over: she cried out ‘I’m coming! You’re making me come!’ and at the same time my orgasm hit me with a tingling of anticipation followed by wave after wave of pleasure as I squirted my spunk into her.

Afterwards she lay with her head on my chest, my arms around her, while out bodies cooled until we had to get under the duvet. Aunt Katherine broke the silence.

‘I’ve wanted that to happen for a long time, Jack. Maybe even before our kiss in Inverkeithing. Did you want it too?’

‘I thought about you a lot after that kiss,’ I said slowly. ‘Sometimes I fantasized about it when I masturbated. Imagined what would have happened.’

‘And now it has,’ she whispered. We were silent again for a few minutes as we both digested the implications of what had happened. ‘Would you like us be secret lovers?’ she asked, eventually..

The truth was I wouldn’t, not really. It would be much too complicated. And it wasn’t fair to my mother. So I prevaricated.

‘I’m not sure how that would work, Kathy. With mum being around.’

‘Well that’s easy, Jack. Obviously we would have to be very discreet — I believe incest is still a criminal offence in Britain — but when your mum goes over to stay with the mysterious Don on a Saturday evening, I could come over to your flat or you could come here.

Shit! That put me right on the spot. I mumbled something about Saturdays being difficult because of meeting friends, but Katherine wasn’t listening. Her hand had disappeared under the duvet and she was stroking a fingernail up and down my penis, which immediately showed signs of interest.

‘Mmm, I didn’t think we were through for the evening yet.’ She circled my thickening shaft with thumb and forefinger and began to slowly wank me. ‘Does that feel nice?’ Without waiting for an answer she dived under the duvet and I felt her mouth close over the head of my cock. My mother may have been inexperienced at oral sex but her older sister certainly wasn’t. She began giving me an exquisite blow job, sucking and teasing with her tongue, the touch of her lips over my glans as light as a feather. I lay back and closed my eyes, enjoying the rapid up and down motion of her head and wondering if it was permissible to come in her mouth. But before an orgasm started to build up, she threw the duvet clear of use, rose up and straddled me, guiding my hardness into her for the second time.

Sinking down over my cock, our pelvises meeting, then placing her hands either side of my shoulders, she started rocking her hips backwards and forwards, grinding her clitoris against my pubic bone. She quickly got into a rhythm, riding me smoothly with long thrusts of her hips and gasping as bolts of pleasure shot through her.

Her breasts were swinging free just above my face and by lifting my head I was able to take a nipple in my mouth and suck and nibble at the rubbery protrusion. Aunt Katherine groaned more deeply.

‘Bite my nipple harder.’

I clenched my teeth on her, anxious that I might hurt her.

‘Bite harder!’

I clamped my teeth down firmly and she screamed as an orgasm surged through her, bucking wildly on top of me. As it subsided, she slid off onto her back and I thrust into her again, her cunt so soaking wet that I had to ram my cock home to feel anything.

‘Grip me, Kathy,’ I gasped, and felt her vaginal wall closing on my rigid member. Then I was fucking her hard again, ramming it in and almost all the way out, ramming in again, watching my aunt’s face underneath me, tears in her eyes, mascara running down her cheeks, lipstick smudged across her mouth and her hair a wild blonde halo about her head. I thrust furiously, aware that Katherine wasn’t as tight as Elizabeth although she’d never had a child, and mum had. Beads of sweat were collecting on my forehead when I finally felt my orgasm approach.

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I know you come home tired I can always see when you have had a hard night. Greeting you at the door with a slight smile wearing my red see through satin robe should give you an idea about what I have in mind for you tonight. I can see your mood may keep you from being receptive but I know I can change that.

Taking your hand and leading you inside and closing the door behind us my arms wrap around your waist and I pull you close taking your hands and placing them on my butt. I press my leg between your legs and push into your groin hoping to tease you.

“I really missed you baby, I need you real bad.”

I thought about you while I was soaking in the bathtub earlier and I found myself touching my body becoming more stimulated while I sat and thought about you wanting you to hurry up and get here.

Sliding my finger down through my pussy lips feeling the slick moisture even under the bath water. Allowing my finger to barely glance across my clit not too much. I closed my eyes and imagined your fingers and how they hold my lips apart and expose my clit and the way you touch me like no one else has.

After I soaked in the tub of scented oil, dried off and Tipobet Güncel Giriş put on my robe leaving my hair wet I knew it was time for you to arrive. I was waiting when the door opened.

Slowly I begin to unbutton your shirt stopping after each button for a moment then going on to the next. Then un-tucking your shirt and continuing until it was completely unbuttoned.

Leaning down and licking around your belly button then softly sucking against the tender skin. Then kissing my way up your stomach and chest to my favorite spot at the front of your throat.

My hands eager to touch you, I unbuckle your belt, then the button of your slacks and lower the zipper letting your slacks fall to the floor. I reach my hand up the leg of your briefs to your hip then back to the cheek of your ass.

Bringing my lips to the soft cotton of your briefs and tracing the outline of your hardening cock with my tongue. Sucking the head into my mouth through the material and cupping your heavy balls with my other hand. Then standing up again and walking around behind you.

Kissing your shoulders, your back running my hands up and down your arms Tipobet Giriş I feel you begin to relax. Then pulling your briefs down slowly past your pelvis, to your pubic hair, then your thighs so slowly. Reaching between your legs and holding your now erect cock in my hand as my wrist puts pressure on your balls. I begin stroking you slowly.

Kissing one hip then the other then licking down the crack between your ass cheeks you begin to part your legs a little further. On my knees now behind I move in so I can kiss your balls, suck them into my mouth still stroking you.

I begin to feel you thrust forward responding to my strokes pulling the skintight and I feel the traces of juice forming on the head of your cock and I roll it between my fingers feeling the slickness.

Standing up now, pulling your shirt down across your shoulders, down your arms and letting it drop to the floor I kiss along your lower back to your side around to your pubic hair, twisting it with my tongue until I am once again in front of you.

I am on my knees your cock inches from my mouth I am so eager to taste you. I feel your fingers in my hair as you pull me to you. Tipobet I open my mouth to take you inside. I love the feel of your soft skin on the inside of my mouth, my tongue against it and the feel of the smoothness on my throat.

My fingers grab the cheeks of your ass and you feel my fingernails dig in slightly as my mouth begins to bring you great pleasure. Moving along your cock faster taking you deep then almost out sucking the head of your cock before going deep again.

The slurping sound as my mouth becomes wetter urges me on and I suck harder wanting to taste you, wanting you to cum in my mouth. Faster and deeper, my tongue curls around your cock moving rapidly.

My pace picks up as I know you are so close, I feel your body tense up and I feel my lips against the soft hairs and I cannot take you any deeper. I reach between your legs and press into that patch of skin behind your balls and it sends you over the edge; I feel spurt after spurt of hot liquid run down my throat and then fill my mouth.

I swallow fast but still feel a little trickle down the side of my mouth. I continue sucking for a few seconds, then licking hard against the underside of your cock feeling it jump and twitch. Putting my fingers around the head gently touching knowing how sensitive it must be.

Licking you clean and having my fill I stand and kiss your nipples and then your neck and nuzzle close against you.

“Welcome home”

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