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The Iron Shop Ch. 05

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Grandma and I were twisted together on her bed. The bright morning sun blasted through the windows. My swollen cock was buried deep inside her warm, silky pussy and I massaged one of her thick nipples between my fingers. Only minutes before, we’d been asleep, spooned against each other, grandma’s luscious ass parked against my crotch. I’d awakened to her velvety fingers sliding across my balls. As my cock hardened, I kissed her sleepily on the neck.

“Morning, beautiful,” I whispered into her ear before kissing my way along her neck.

Grandma’s smile widened as she slid my thick, hard cock into her damp pussy. I gasped at the perfect fit and she drove her ass gently backward, pushing me deeper inside her.

“Good morning, baby,” she whispered back as we started rolling against each other in a slow, sensuous rhythm and I dropped my hand to cup her breast. She sighed, squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure, and stretched her arms forward to grasp the newels on the headboard of the bed.

The doorbell rang. We paused and grandma’s eyes opened wide.

“Forget it,” I whispered. “It’s probably just crazy Henry from next door asking to borrow the lawn mower.”

Grandma smiled again, arched her back, and returned to our slow, sensuous fuck.

The doorbell rang again, and then again. Pretty soon, we heard somebody pounding on the front door.

“Ohhhhhh,” grandma sighed in disappointment as she popped herself off my cock and scrambled out of bed. “You stay here baby. I’ll be right back.”

She wrapped herself in a robe and left the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her. I rolled onto my back and smiled down at my cock, still pointing directly up at the ceiling. I laced my fingers behind my head and waited.

I heard voices from the front room, friendly at first. Then, they grew more animated and intense. A moment of silence followed, and I smiled to myself in anticipation of grandma’s return.

The doorknob turned and the door flew open. My smile collapsed. There, standing in the doorway, was Mrs. Fabian, dressed in her bank manager’s black suit, her hands on her broad hips.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she whispered, her eyes growing large. “I suspected as much. I truly did.”

She grinned wickedly.

“Why, Abby . . . ” she said in a mocking tone. “Look who I found in your bed.”

I saw grandma’s frightened, flushed face peering over Mrs. Fabian’s substantial shoulders.

“Look, look,” Mrs. Fabian said, pulling grandma in front of her. “It’s your hunky grandson. And . . .he’s nude!”

Grandma’s eyes widened in fear.

“And, he’s got a huge hard-on!” Mrs. Fabian cackled.

Grandma hung her head. She looked like she was about to cry.

I jumped off the bed and grabbed grandma, pulling her into the room. I pushed Mrs. Fabian out of the doorway and shut the door behind me.

“What the fuck,” I snarled in a low voice. “What are you doing here?”

Mrs. Fabian continued to smile. “Oh, you needn’t worry about that. I just came by to visit my old friend, Abby.”

The mayor’s wife sashayed on her high heels into the living room. I followed, my cock now flapping between my thighs.

Mrs. Fabian turned to face me. “And imagine my surprise when I smelled something distinctive on Abby. A certain . . . how should I say . . perfume.”

She cackled again.

“Imagine my greater surprise,” she continued, raising two fingers to her lips in mock surprise. “When I found Abby’s grandson naked on her bed and his big cock standing straight up like a flagpole.”

I covered my cock with my hands. Mrs. Fabian’s big tits rolled with laughter.

“Oh Frank,” she continued, lowering her voice. “This creates all kinds of possibilities. Oh my, yes. Wait until I tell Jimmy what I’ve discovered.”

I gulped. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would,” Mrs. Fabian replied sharply. “I would and I will.”

“You bitch,” I snarled again.

“Now, now,” Mrs. Fabian replied cooly, collecting her purse from a chair in the living room. “No need to be so rude. But . . . do illegal bahis expect a phone call later.”

With that, she turned briskly and opened the front door.

“Toot-a-loo,” she said, grinning, as she shut the door behind her.

In the bedroom, grandma was a mess – – sobbing, hiding her face in her hands, her shoulders slumped.

“It’s okay, grandma,” I whispered, trying to comfort her. “She doesn’t know anything. She’s just a rude old bitch.”

“She’ll ruin us now,” grandma sobbed.

I patted her on the shoulder and rubbed her back. “It will be okay. You’ll see. I’ll take care of it.”

“I knew it was wrong,” grandma continued. “I just knew it. But I love you so. . . . Now we’ll be punished.”

I gently nudged grandma back into the bed and pulled the sheet up to her waist. I stroked her thick, rich silver hair.

“Relax,” I whispered. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of everything. Everything will be fine.”

Her sobs subsiding, grandma weakly nodded her head and turned over on her side away from me. I sighed and left the bedroom.

An hour later, with grandma fitfully sleeping in the bedroom, I was sipping a cup of coffee when the phone rang.

I picked it up.

“Well, Frank,” Jimmy Fabian said, wheezing. “Looks like you’re in quite a pickle.”

“Fuck you,” I hissed at him.

He laughed. “Imagine if word gets out that Frank is banging his grandmother, the owner of the Iron Shop. What do you think that might do in a small town like San Pietro?”

I growled.

“Settle down, big boy,” Jimmy wheezed back into the phone. “Settle down. I have an idea. Something that will make sure Dolores forget all about her little surprise this morning.”

I sat down. “What idea?”

Jimmy talked at me for fifteen minutes.

“Okay, okay,” I finally grunted into the phone. “Fine. If you guarantee she’ll keep her mouth shut.”

“I keep my promises,” Jimmy replied.

“I have to talk to grandma,” I answered. “I’ll call you back.”

Jimmy laughed. “Good luck, slugger.” Then, he hung up.

I poured another cup of coffee and filled another cup for grandma. I padded down the hallway and knocked gently on the door. She murmured something. Quietly, juggling the coffee cups in my hands, I turned the knob and entered her bedroom.

“I’ve got a solution,” I said quietly. “If you trust me, everything will be okay . . . in the end.”

Grandma sat up in the bed and smiled at me weakly.

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Almost twelve hours later, grandma and I were at the Fabians’ house. We both wore short bathrobes and black satin eye-masks. Grandma’s eyes flickered nervously at me. I squeezed her shoulders and kissed her gently.

“Trust me,” I whispered.

She nodded, almost trembling with fear and, perhaps, something else.

Jimmy opened the door to the guest room where we waited and motioned to me.

“Ready?” He asked eagerly, patting me on the shoulder.

I nodded yes as I clenched and unclenched my fists. He guided me through the darkened house to the living room. A single candle stood on an end table against the far wall. The room was eclipsed by darkness and shadows. Jimmy guided me slowly toward the center of the big, high-ceilinged room. He squeezed my arm and retreated into the darkness.

“Meet, Tom.” Jimmy’s voice echoed across the room. “He’s a young guy. And, like most young guys, he’s just horny as hell.”

A low wave of tittering rose up from the shadows. Slowly, the track lights overhead brightened. Through the eyeholes of my mask, I saw about a dozen or more people seated on high backed chairs in a semicircle around me. Half were men and half were women. They too wore white, terrycloth robes and eye-masks. I recognized Mrs. Fabian, a beaming smile plastered across her face, seated in the front row.

“Problem is . . . ” Jimmy continued, from somewhere outside the arch that separated the living room from the hallway. “The only halfway decent-looking broad he knows around here is his casino siteleri grandmother.”

The audience drew in their collective breaths and shifted in their chairs.

Jimmy entered from the archway, leading grandma toward me with a firm grasp on her upper arm.

“And it’s true,” he said, grinning. “Tom’s grandmother is one hot momma.”

He paused and swept his eyes around the room as he and grandma neared me.

“Or should I say . . . one hot grandmomma.”

Nervous, anxious smiles lit up on the faces of the audience.

Jimmy led grandma to a spot directly in front of me. I reached out and grasped her soft hand in mine.

Jimmy leaned in and whispered. “You know how it’s going to go. Right? No problems.”

I nodded at him as I drank in the sight of grandma in the robe that ended midway down her taut, sleek thighs, the sash of the robe tightened around her thin waist, and her firm breasts pushing up from within the folds of white cloth. Grandma smiled grimly at me. I smiled back at her as warmly as I could.

I dropped grandma’s hand and undid the sash around my waist. I shrugged off the robe and stood there naked, my hands at my side. My cock jutted out in front of me – – already swollen and fat. I flexed by upper body a bit – – muscles popping out along my shoulders and upper arms.

Grandma glanced up and down my body, and her eyes fastened onto my cock. Out of the edges of my sight, I saw the jaws of the audience members slowly start to drop.

Fuck this, I thought to myself. If they want a show, we’ll give them a fucking show.

I reached out and pushed the robe off grandma’s shoulders. Her two perfect breasts emerged into view. Each no bigger than a pear. Her nipples were hard, and I saw her chest rising and falling with fear – – or something else. I pushed her robe further down, over her hips, until it fell to the floor. Grandma stood before me naked. The audience gasped.

I smiled and wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking it slowly up and down. Grandma blushed. Then, I knelt in front of her, my lips only inches from her neatly trimmed bush. I twined my hands around her hips and onto her tight ass and squeezed. Grandma’s gasp was echoed by the audience’s.

I pushed my lips into her bush and kissed it while I massaged her ass cheeks. Grandma moaned and I felt her body shiver. I licked her pussy slowly up and down. And then, with a growl, I glued my mouth to her pussy lips and slid my tongue up and down her velvety groove. Grandma gasped again and dropped her hands to my shoulders to steady herself.

I ate grandma’s delicious, sweet pussy with gusto – – pulling her by her ass cheeks onto my probing and darting tongue as it lashed back and forth over her clit. She began moaning deeply. As I tongue-fucked her pussy, she swayed her hips back and forth to meet my hungry mouth. Her thighs vibrated and her fingernails dug into my shoulders.

When she was sopping wet, her juices dribbling over my chin, I stood up. Without hesitating, grandma wrapped her arms around my neck and plunged her tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close, my cock sliding between our bodies. Kissing each other more and more hungrily, grandma’s body began rocking against me more furiously. I pulled my lips off of hers, placed my hands on her shoulders, and gently pushed her downward onto her knees.

She stared up at me, panting, as her body slid down along mine. Then, with a gasp of surprise, she locked her eyes onto my cock. A smile spread across her lips and she coiled her hands around the shaft of my cock. She looked up at me once and then slid my cock slowly and deliberately between her lips.

She gurgled and groaned deep in her throat as she sucked all of my long, hard cock into her eager mouth. With a kind of high-pitched whinny, she clamped her face onto my cock and then began enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down on my glistening dick.

I looked out at the audience with my hips flexed forward and my hands behind my poker siteleri back. They were all in various states of arousal and excitement. One old, fat guy in the front row was furiously pulling on his thin flaccid cock. The woman next to him was digging her fingers in and out of her pussy. Mrs. Fabian had slid down her chair, her thighs wide open, as she frenetically jammed both of her hands against her clit.

I smiled and pulled grandma up and off my cock. She resisted, her mouth gaping hungrily toward my cock and her hands still squeezing it tightly. As she stood, I drove my tongue into her mouth and slid my hands under her ass. I lifted her up until she wrapped her muscular legs around my waist. My cock waggled up and down against the bottom of her ass.

With a grunt, grandma pulled her arm from around my neck, reached down, and stuffed my cock into her juicy pussy. I groaned in response as I felt the moist, smooth walls of her cunt wrap around my cock. Our mouths still glued together, grandma looped her arm back around my neck.

I pulled grandma’s ass up and down on my cock and she began swinging her legs in rhythm with me. Pumping her up and down with my arms, grandma used her legs and arms to bounce herself on and off my cock. She pulled her mouth from mine and pressed her head hard against my cheek. It was pure, athletic fucking, two animals unleashed on each other, humping together in absolute abandon and pleasure. My cock felt electric and powerful; my muscles stretched and rippled.

Grandma panted faster and harder into my ear. She moaned deep in her throat and then suddenly thrust her tongue into my ear while tightening her calves against my back. I groaned and drove my cock deep into her, jamming her ass onto it and freezing my body. Her body seemed to spasm from her shoulders down to her thighs. She arched her back and a deep half-sigh, half-moan traveled from her chest into the now quiet room. I answered with a deep growl as my cock, completely embedded within her, exploded in a burst of intense, searing pleasure. Squeezing her ass tighter, I ground and wiggled my hips into grandma’s crotch, desperately trying to prolong the incredible feeling of climaxing inside her. Grandma tightened her arms around my neck and buried her lips in my neck.

Sweat cemented our bodies together, and as we rode our perfect, shared orgasm back down to earth, I glanced over at our audience. Some were cumming themselves, others just stared at us slackly, evidence of their pleasure dripping and spilling from cocks and cunts. Mrs. Fabian, her head thrown back over her chair, was gasping deeply, her fingers still hidden within her pussy.

I shut my eyes as my cock, now deflated, slid out of grandma’s pussy. Grandma whimpered quietly and I shifted her in my arms, holding her like a newlywed bride. She gazed up at me with dazed eyes and a beatific smile. Slowly, I carried her out of the room and back to the guest room we entered from. Feeling woozy and high, we dressed and held hands as we walked back to the Fabian’s front door.

Jimmy was nowhere to be seen. But, I didn’t care. I felt like I had moved to another planet – – my body glowing, my brain quiet, my worries gone. Grandma and I drove home and enjoyed a gentle, quiet bath together. Kissing each other playfully, we wandered back into grandma’s bedroom and collapsed onto her big, soft bed. I held her in my arms as we drifted off to sleep.

I woke early in the morning, grandma’s beautiful, luscious body splayed across mine. Gently rolling her onto the mattress, I slipped out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to make some coffee.

The phone rang.

“Incredible, kid,” Jimmy rasped into the phone. “That was fucking incredible.”

“What do you want, Jimmy?” I replied.

Jimmy laughed. “I wanted to give you your wages and tips.”

“What?”

“Yeah, that’s right,” he said. “You didn’t think that was a free show, did you?”

I paused in confusion.

“50-50,” Jimmy continued. “You come by and pick up your 750 bucks when you want. It’s here waiting for you.”

He laughed. “I think we should make this a regular thing.”

I hung up. But, for the next month, that’s exactly how grandma and I enjoyed our regular Friday dates – – fucking each other madly to a paying audience in the Fabians’ living room.

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I had finished running my daily run and was bent over, relaxing a little. I sensed someone behind me and before I could look around, I heard a muffled voice.

“Don’t move.”

I froze still bent over, my hands on my knees. I heard whomever it was come closer then I felt a hand on my ass. I jumped at his touch, not expecting it. His hand ran up and down my ass, caressing my cheeks and running a finger up and down my sweat soaked crack. My shorts weren’t very long and just came to the bottom on my cheeks so he had no trouble finding bare skin.

“Umm, you’ve got a nice ass. Ever been fucked?”

I didn’t answer, letting him continue massaging my butt.

“Fuck, I love your ass. It’s nice and firm.”

My back was starting to get a little sore from the position he had me in. I knew I’d have to stand up soon or kneel down. His hand moved up my leg and under the bottom of my shorts, pulling them up over my cheeks as he reached with a finger and probed at my hole.

“You’re hole feels great,” he mumbled as he pushed a little harder against the entrance to my bowel. “I’ve got just the thing for you.”

He laughed softly as he pushed a finger slightly into my ass, making me jump again. He them removed his hand from my ass and reached up, starting to pull my shorts down over my hips.

“Wait a minute. What the hell are you doing?” I asked, a slight tremor in my voice.

“Hey man, I’m going to fuck you,” he said, pulling my shorts a little further over my hips.

I could feel the cool air hit my skin as he continued pulling my shorts down. I looked around and saw that we were out in the open and I wondered how it would look if someone came along with his guy’s cock buried in my ass.

“Hey, don’t you think this is a little public?” I asked.

He paused and I could tell he was looking around to see if anyone was around.

“Yeah, I think you’re right. Stand up and pull your shorts up. See those trees over there? Walk towards them and don’t try anything.”

I looked up and saw a clump of trees about 100 yards off to my left.

“You mean those trees over there,” I said, pointing towards the clump of trees.

“Yeah, over there. Let’s go,” he commanded.

I straightened up and started towards the trees. I could hear his footsteps behind me as we came close to the trees.

“What do we do when we get there?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll show you what to do,” he said, giving me a little push from behind.

I stumbled a bit as I entered the trees. I walked straight ahead and soon found myself in the middle of them.

“This will do,” he said. “Pull your shorts down and stand over against that tree, facing it.”

I pulled my shorts down and kicked them off. Walking very slowly over to the tree he had indicated, I stood looking at it, naked from the waist down. I felt him come up behind me. His hands reached out and starting caressing my ass again. Then he moved closer and reached around me, under my shirt and pinched and rubbed my nipples. I felt them start to harden as was my cock but I didn’t want him to see it so I moved closer to the tree and waited.

“Umm, I love your body. It’s so hard and firm,” he whispered into my ear. “I love hard bodies.”

He pressed himself against me and I realized that he was naked. I could feel his hard cock between my legs, rubbing against the inside of my thighs. He took it in his hand and rubbed it along the underside of my balls.

“Close your legs around my cock,” he commanded.

I did as he said and closed my legs, his cock caught between my legs, his head sticking out in front of me. It was then I realized he was huge. I was getting a little scared now because I thought about this monster fucking me. How was I going to stand the pain of his monster inside my ass?

“Umm, that feels so good.”

I felt his hand on my ass again as he started running his fingers up and down my crack, spreading my cheeks apart and probing at my hole. Then he pressed against me again and whispered in my ear.

“Ok, lean forward and stick your ass out towards me.”

I leaned towards the tree and stuck my ass out at him. I felt his hands all over my cheeks and between them, pushing and probing with his fingers, trying to get into my hole. Then I felt something wet. He spread my cheeks apart as far as he could and I felt his forehead against me then his tongue licking up and down my crack. I jumped a little at his touch but it also felt so different. I’d never had my ass licked before and I was kind of enjoying it.

I felt the tip of his tongue on my hole again and again and he spit, licked and sucked on me, trying to lubricate me. I couldn’t help myself. I pushed back against his tongue. He suddenly stopped and I felt his head move away from my ass.

“Oh, he likes it huh? Bend over more and spread your legs.”

I did as he said and he started eating my ass again. I stood there, my head down a little and I could see him between my spread legs. His cock was huge and from the vantage bonus veren siteler point I was in, I could see that is wasn’t only long but thick and cut. The slit on his crown was wide open and I could see some liquid between its folds as he continued eating me.

He stood up and the next thing I knew, his head was pushing against my hole. I felt his hands wrap around my hips and pull me towards him. His head popped into me. I yelled out in pain.

“Shut up, slut,” he hissed. “Take the pain.”

I tried but my eyes were watering so much, I couldn’t see anything and the pain running through my bowel was almost overwhelming. He pushed himself further into me, not stopping. Slowly, inch by inch, his cock filled my bowel. The pressure was tremendous but I bit my lip, as I didn’t want to cry out again and let him know I was hurting. He was fully inside me now, his balls resting against my cheeks and he had me pinned against the tree in a position where I couldn’t move.

He pulled out then pushed back into me, sending another wave of pain through me. When he thrust into me, he pulled me back against him by my hips then pushed me away from him when he withdrew. Now he started steadily fucking me with long, slow, full thrusts hitting the end of my canal every time he thrust into me. His cock started sliding easier in and out of me as the pain subsided. I couldn’t help myself and groaned quietly, hoping he didn’t hear me but he leaned forward and whispered in my ear again.

“You’re loving this aren’t you, slut? You love having a hard cock buried in your ass, don’t you? Well, wait until I come and fill your ass with my hot come. You’ll think that you’ve died and gone to heaven, it will feel so good.”

He started pumping in and out of me again, this time thrusting harder and faster. I found that the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me was exciting and I started pushing back against him, every time he thrust into me.

“Oh fuck, you’re tight,” I heard him say in a hoarse voice.

He pounded me for a few more thrusts and then I felt his cock twitching inside me.

“I’m coming slut. Are you ready. I’m going to fill your ass with hot come and you’ll love it.”

His cock exploded inside me, sending a river of come deep up into my bowel, warming my ass and inner thighs as he held himself against my cheeks, emptying his balls into me. He grunted loudly when he came as I groaned, hoping that he wouldn’t stop. Suddenly, he pulled out of me, his head popping out of my ass, bringing with it, some of his come. It started running down my legs and between my legs, coating the underside of my balls and dripping off them onto the ground.

I heard his zipper go up and I knew it was over. He had raped me but I had enjoyed it. I heard his steps fading and I finally got the courage to look around. Not seeing anyone, I tried cleaning myself up and pulled my shorts back over my sore ass. I stumbled home and entered the back door, hoping that no one was in the kitchen. I went up the stairs and down the hall to the bathroom but as I passed my son’s door, I heard him on the phone.

“You’re kidding. My father taking it in the ass?”

I stopped and listened, leaning against the wall.

“My father isn’t gay. Are you sure it was him?”

There was a pause then a loud whoop.

“You fucked my father? When? Where?” Wait a minute, we shouldn’t talk about this over the phone. Lets meet in the park and you can tell me all about it.”

I heard him hang up and I scrambled into the bathroom, quickly closing the door. He was humming as he headed down the hall. I waited until I couldn’t hear him anymore and opened the door, peering out to see if it was clear. Not seeing or hearing him, I quickly followed. I knew where he was going and I wanted to see who had fucked me so I ran around the block and caught up with him. He didn’t see me and I followed him into the park, keeping my distance.

He stopped and turned around, looking to see if anyone was watching him as I ducked behind a small tree. He stood there for a few minutes then went on until he reached a bench near the bridge that spanned a small creek. He sat down and waited while I moved around so I could get a good view of the bench without him seeing me.

His friend, Bruce, sauntered down the path and sat down beside him.

“Fuck, man. Tell me all about it,” I heard my son say.

“I saw your father resting after his run. He was bent over and his ass looked so good, I just had to have it,” Bruce said, a big smile, on his face.

“How did you get him to so it?”

“I came up behind him and told him not to move. Then I started rubbing his ass and in his crack. God, he felt so good. His ass is so firm. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.”

My son reached over and grabbed Bruce’s cock through his pants.

“Go on, keep going.”

“Well, we moved over to a clump of trees and I had him stand against one while I pulled his shorts down. Then I ran my hand and finger up and down his crack. bahis Then I told him to bend over more and spread his legs. I couldn’t believe that he did it but I squatted behind him and started eating his ass. Christ, I’m so hard. I’ve got to fuck something and real quick,”

My son unzipped Bruce’s pants and pulled his cock out of them, rubbing up and down his huge penis from his balls to his crown while telling Bruce to continue.

“Well, then I stepped up and pushed my cock into his ass. He yelped a little at first then he started pushing back against me.”

“Are you sure?” my son asked in an excited voice.

“What do you mean, am I sure? Of course I’m sure. He started to push back against me every time I thrust into him. He loved it, I tell you. He loved it and by the time I was ready to come, he was groaning and moaning, wanting me to fill his canal with hot come.”

“I don’t believe it. My Dad, taking it up his ass. Who would have ever thought,” my son said as he continued rubbing Bruce’s cock.

“Come on,” Bruce said suddenly, standing up and pulling my son to his feet. “I’ve got to fuck something.”

He took my son’s hand and pulled him into the shadows under the bridge. I moved so I could see them clearly and watched as Bruce pulled my son’s pants off him, bent him over and stuck his face in his crack. I could see his tongue running up and down his crack, probing at his hole. While I watched, I remembered what it had felt like to have my ass licked and sucked and I almost felt jealous that it was my son who was getting sucked and licked now and not me.

I watched, as my son bent over more, spreading his cheeks wide apart with his hands so Bruce to lick and suck his hole. Then Bruce quickly stood up and pulled his pants down, moved behind my son and between his legs, thrusting his hips forward, skewering my son on his huge pole. I heard my son grunt aloud then watched as Bruce thoroughly fucked his ass with long, fast strokes, his balls slapping against my son’s cheeks every time he thrust into him.

I continued watching while my mind was spinning. I had a plan. I moved closer to the two fucking young men and stopped long enough to look around to make sure no one was around. Then I crept down until I was almost next to them. I came up behind Bruce who was concentrating on what he was doing. Neither of them heard me until I stood directly behind Bruce and watched his ass clench and unclench as he fucked my son’s ass.

“Hold it you two,” I said quietly, in almost a hiss. “Don’t move.”

Bruce froze, his cock fully buried in my son’s ass. I moved closer but made sure my son couldn’t see my face.

“So you two like to fuck huh? Well, how would you like to have a real man’s cock deep in your ass?”

Neither of them said anything. I moved closer and leaned against Bruce’s back, hissing in his ear, telling him not to move. I reached around and ran my hand over my son’s ass then down between them, pulling Bruce’s cock out a bit from his ass.

“Hmm, you’ve got quite the weapon there. Bet you enjoy fucking with it don’t you?”

I ran my hand along his cock until I reached my son’s hole then ran a finger around his hole. I felt my cock starting to rise so I moved back and leaned against Bruce again. I ran my hand up and down his ass, pulling his cheeks apart to probe his hole. He groaned slightly when I touched his hole but I told him to be quiet. I took a step back.

“You in front, get down on the ground on your hands and knees,” I commanded, waiting for my son to get down on the ground. After he did, I poked Bruce with a finger.

“You get down behind him and bury your face in his ass. I want to hear you eating his ass.”

Amazingly, Bruce did as he was told. I watched them for a few minutes then stepped back, pulling my shorts down over my hard cock. My son groaned as Bruce kept licking and sucking his ass. I could hear the smacks of his sucking and it was turning me on. I poked Bruce again.

“OK you. Stick your ass up in the air. I want to taste it.”

I watched in amazement while Bruce kept sucking my son’s ass and at the same time, raised his ass up, opening it up for me. I leaned down and spread his cheeks apart. His hole was there for the taking and that’s exactly what I was going to do.

I got down and started licking up and down his crack. He moaned when he felt my tongue push against his hole. I kept running my tongue up and down him, sucking on his hole every time I came near it. He was groaning almost constantly now as I tried to get him as wet as I could. I continued until I felt he was wet enough then I stood up.

“Ok, mount him. Stick that weapon deep into his ass.”

I watched Bruce get behind my son and thrust his hips forward, his huge cock burying itself in my son’s flesh. When he was all the way in, I stopped him.

“Ok, you in front. Get down lower onto the ground but don’t lose that cock in your ass.”

My son lowered himself and Bruce followed him, his cock still inside the young ass in front deneme bonusu of him.

“Ok, stick you ass up in and air. That’s it. Higher.”

Bruce pushed his ass high in the air and I moved between his legs, spreading his cheeks with my fingers, pushing two of them inside him. He groaned loudly.

I then pointed my cock at his hole and thrust my hips forward, entering him easily. He groaned as I pushed myself into him until I was fully inside him.

“Ok, fuck him, slowly.”

Bruce started moving in and out of my son and as he did, his motion, made my cock slide in and out of his ass. He was so tight. I couldn’t believe it. I could feel the walls of his canal as my cock slid up and down it, my head hitting the end of his canal every time he pulled out of my son. I started matching his thrusts and soon I was fucking him as he fucked my son. The three of us were groaning and moaning as we fucked and I had to tell them to be quiet.

I felt Bruce’s ass tighten even more, then I heard my son groan loudly. Bruce froze in place and I knew he had come.

“Go ahead. Fill his ass with your come you fucker. Keep yourself in him,” I said, puffing a little but not stopping.

I thrust harder into Bruce and he took it all. Suddenly, my cock exploded inside his ass, sending waves of hot come deep into his bowel. He groaned as I grunted and I held myself in place, emptying my balls of all their liquid.

“You’ve got a great ass,” I said after a few minutes. “I’d fuck you whenever.”

I slowly pulled out of Bruce and told them to stay where they were. As I pulled my shorts back on, I stumbled and when I did, I swore. Suddenly, I heard my son’s muffled voice.

“Dad? Dad, is that you?”

I didn’t answer, thinking of a way out of this.

“Dad, please answer me,” I heard my son plead.

I still didn’t answer but I knew I had been caught. Then I thought, of what the hell, so they know its me. What’s the big deal?

“Yes, son, it’s me,” I finally said in a low voice.

I watched the two of them untangle and turn to look at me. Bruce still had a hard cock and my son was flushed from the beating his ass took. Bruce had a look of smugness yet a little fear on his face while my son was just gaping at me.

“Dad, why did you do that?” he asked.

“I wanted to find out who had raped me this afternoon and do the same to him,” I answered, moving further away from them.

“I’m sorry, Mr. C,” Bruce said quietly. “I saw you this afternoon and you looked so good. I’m really sorry.”

“Well, I think we’re about even, don’t you think. Anyway, instead of forcing me, you could have asked.”

The two of them laughed and I started to also.

“I didn’t know you liked cock,” Bruce said, a grin on his face.

“I don’t, I mean I didn’t until this afternoon,” I said, grinning back at him.

“You mean you’ve never had a cock up your ass before?” Bruce asked, looking directly at me.

“No, I never have. Now that I have, I must admit, I enjoyed it.”

Bruce still had an erect cock. It was pointing at me and I was mesmerized by his size. To think that monster had been inside me this afternoon, I gulped quickly. Bruce noticed the look on my face and me staring at his cock. He reached up and ran his hand up and down his length, a grin on his face.

“You’re thinking you’d like to feel it in your ass again, aren’t you, Mr. C?” he said.

I mumbled something as he kept rubbing his cock. God, yes, I thought. I’d love to have that monster deep inside me again. I came to my senses with a start.

“We can’t do it here. It’s too public.”

“I know where we can go,” my son spoke up. “It’s not far from here and it’s very private.”

The two of them quickly stood up and pulled their pants on.

“Come on Dad. It’s not that far. We’ll be there in a few minutes,” my son said, leading the way out from under the bridge.

I followed them and we came to an old structure. I didn’t recognize it but I followed the two into the shell of the building. Inside was a small room, equipped with mattresses and lights. As I looked around, Bruce and my son were getting undressed. When I looked at them, they both were completely naked and had hard cocks sticking straight out from their groins.

“Come on Dad. Take your clothes off and Bruce will fuck you. I want to watch,” my son said.

I slowly pulled my shirt over my head as the two of them watched me. When I pulled my shorts down and off, my cock was also standing straight out in front of me. I heard a groan come from my son when he saw it.

“Geez, Mr. C., you’ve got quite the weapon there too,” Bruce said, grinning.

I just grinned back and looked over at my son. He was quite large too and I wanted him to fuck me too.

“Ok boys, let’s get down to it,” I said as I headed for one of the mattresses.

I got on my knees in the middle of the mattress and Bruce and my son followed me, one on each side of me. I reached out and grabbed my son’s cock and he groaned, moving closer to me. I felt Bruce’s hands on my back and I reached around and grabbed his cock too. Here I was, between two young men, holding their hard cocks in my hand and wanting them to fuck me. What was I thinking? Well, the head I was using wasn’t full of brains.

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Mick and Belle Meet Again

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NOTE — This is a sequel to my first story, MICK and BELLE.

A bazar set of circumstances that resulted in explosive sex then nothing for 2 months

Until now….

Mick and Belle meet again

MICK O’NEIL — 45-year-old — executive driver with a dubious past

BELINDA LIM — 38 — year old — Singaporean ex masseuse with a HOT ASS

VOLARE!

It has been 2 months since the encounter with the handsome stranger that resulted in what I can only describe as pure animal lust. I had never imagined that I could let myself go like that and that I would ever experience repeated orgasms of such intensity. That day I also vowed to turn my back on that temptation, quit my so-called job at the massage parlour, and return my devotions to my husband and in-laws. My brief journey into the wilderness was over, or so I thought. As I am preparing for my afternoon nap and relaxing while reading a saucy story my fingers involuntarily find their way to my pussy and I am reminded again that I did keep his card that had his phone number on it.

I thought the decision to try again with my wife was a sensible one. Although mundane and completely devoid of romance it was a stable enough environment to keep me off the heavy drinking and deliver some type of purpose and structure to come home to, like the comfort one gets from wearing an old pair of jeans. It has been 2 months since the wild sexual encounter with the curvy hot Asian masseuse. The bizarre chain of events that day I will never forget, ending in by far the best sex of my life then an abrupt parting. I didn’t even get her name let alone any clue as to who she was. I have been back to the massage parlour once since to try and find her, but it has been closed down by the authorities. I have thought about her every day constantly and resigned to the fact that it was only meant to be a single one-off powerful moment in time.

So not much of a nap. I was caught up in the detail of the erotic story I was reading, something to do with ass fucking on an ottoman. Trying hard to not think of him as I was rubbing my swollen clit faster I could no longer resist and relented. The vivid memory of the feeling of his cock deep in my ass then the sensory explosion of the cum kiss at the end. The first full orgasm for me in 2 months. I squirted and was laying back breathing heavily and my legs trembling feverishly with my fingers still in my pussy. Then to bring me down from cloud nine there was a loud bang on my front door. It was my elderly neighbour wanting to borrow our ladder again. Fuck! I hope he didn’t hear me as I was bellowing during my orgasm. I gather myself together, send him on his way and realising I am late for my art class I jump in my car and take off. The first set of lights I get to I stop and instinctively look across to the car next to me. I don’t look at the anonymous driver, but I am in a trance as I am staring at his forearm and can see the hairs on his strong wrist and hands. I pull over and take the card from my phone case.

I am sitting again waiting for my client who is late as usual. I hear my phone vibrate but I don’t open it straight away as I am thinking again of making some changes to my life. Maybe becoming a monk as I have heard that those guys get plenty of pussy, well at least more than I have been getting lately. Then grinning at my own silly train of thought I reach down to check the text message on my phone.

“hey Mick, this is Belle, remember me? ??”

Who the fuck is Belle? I ask myself, then my curt reply;

“who are you?”

My heart jumped, and I rested my head back and closed my eyes when I saw his reply, how to respond? I ask myself; then here goes.

“from 2 months ago, don’t tell me you have forgotten me already, lol ?? “

I can’t believe I just did that. Did I just text lol and an emoji? Oh, fuck why did I do it. Why can’t I have just been content with my now stable life? What am I suddenly, within minutes I was on my way to my art class to paint coconut trees now I am parked on the side of the road like a hormonal teenager fretting that he hasn’t yet replied to my last juvenile text. Minutes go by, I am staring at my screen and then suddenly;

“so, your name is Belle? nice to meet you again belle. ”

The first few weeks after our encounter I was checking my phone constantly wishing for a message from her, then as I succumbed to the dull routine after moving back in with my ex-wife I had accepted the fact that she must have discarded my card and we would never meet again. For the first few days after our explosive encounter I didn’t wash. I relished her scent on me and the lingering taste of our cum kiss and the feeling of her laying on me with her dripping pussy pressed against canlı bahis my leg and my hand firmly squeezing her perfectly round ass. So suddenly now for the first time since that day I am instantly aroused and can taste her and smell her scent again.

I don’t know how to reply, this wasn’t planned, I think I should stop now and delete his number. With this in mind I put my phone away and race off to my art class. I am painting coconut trees while having flashbacks to the smell of coconut oil, my pussy sliding hard against his rigid cock, me tearing at his chest hairs, both of us loosing all our inhibitions while we fuck each other like animals. I pull myself together and head home.

As I pull into the driveway I see my husband’s car. He is home early. I walk inside to see him sitting at the kitchen table, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in front of him, he turns and blurts out, “where have you been SLUT? ” I was mortified. He then rambled on about how one of his friends was bragging at work about how he wished the AVA massage parlour had not been closed down as he enjoyed the “happy endings” he would get at the end of his massage. My husband in his drunken stupor pieced together that I was working there briefly and was enraged with jealousy. In response I lash out and state, “I am sick of your accusations, I am out of here!” In his fury he pushes the table away and leaps to his feet, “OH NO YOU DON’T!” He grabs me roughly and pushes me face down onto the table and fumbles to tear my shorts away. I am struggling to free myself, but his drunken rage has me overpowered. He slaps my bare ass repeatedly, “so is this how you like it SLUT?” He then pushes my legs apart and presses me down firmly onto the table and clumsily fucks me from behind. When he has finished having his way with me he says nothing else and grabs his bottle of Jack and stumbles into the bedroom and I drop to the floor.

I am home earlier than expected and walk in to find my wife watching porn again. She is embarrassed and follows me into the bedroom. I just want to lay down and sleep, I turn on my Dean Martin music to help drown out her nagging voice. Her rambling knows no bounds and she sidles up next to me on the bed and unbuttons her top to expose her ridiculously fake tits. She presses them to my face and states, “you’ve been missing these haven’t you?” As she is riding my cock and I am again having flashbacks to the mysterious Belle sliding her camel toe over my rigid cock. Her amazing natural boobs with nipples erect, the curves of her ass, and the feeling of her wetness on my balls. I remember vividly the uninhibited sound she made as she unleashed on me. This was more than enough to drown out the fake squeaky sounds coming from my plastic wife. Then with Belle in mind I tense and grab my wife tight and cum deep in her as I let out a rare moan. She is taken aback at this display of passion and its enough to momentarily shut her up. Then my phone buzz to tell me I have a text message, I quickly reach for it;

“can we meet for a coffee?”

I abruptly push my wife off me and as I do the build-up of cum that I just unloaded into her streams from her bald cunt. “What is it Mick?” she asks. “Oh nothing, just one of my clients.” I stand with my cock still half erect and dripping, she looks at me and as she is wiping away my cum from the inside of her leg she gleefully states, “well you really needed that Mick, I guess you really have missed these puppies.” as she presses up her fake boobs. “Yeh, sure.” I offer as a feeble response then walk to the shower to consider my response to the invitation from Belle.

As I lift myself up off the floor I quickly pull my shorts on and find my car keys then get in my car and start driving, to where I don’t know. As I am driving I am telling myself that this will pass, his drinking, his gambling, and his increasing aggressive behaviour will ease up and everything will be fine. Suddenly again my thoughts go to Mick, that day 2 months ago. This time I don’t feel guilty remembering him and I am not trying to block the thoughts. I am curiously remembering the sight of his smooth erect cock and the bead of pre-cum at the tip. I also realise that everything we did to each other that day that I never took the opportunity to suck his cock. Smiling I tell myself that he was just too busy with it that I never got the chance.

My aimless driving appears to not have been that aimless after all. I pull up at that spot near the water where I first met Mick by the yacht club. I get out of my car and walk towards the rock I often sat on to meditate. I now can’t stop thinking of his cock, I am craving the taste of his precum and despite my gag reflex I am craving his throbbing member deep in my throat. kaçak iddaa I have a flutter in my tummy and the dramas at home are now a million miles away from me. I have my phone out and I am impulsively typing a text. “can we meet for a coffee? ” I am looking at the screen and reality intrudes my fantasy. This can’t happen, I can’t go down this track, I need to turn around and go home. Then as I go to delete the text my clumsy thumb hits the send button instead. I am aghast. Fuk! What have I done. Then awkwardly I realise that I swore out loud and despite my friends reminding me lately that I swear too much, this foe par let slip. An elderly couple walking nearby looked around with clearly raised eyebrows.

Then before I can send another text apologising for the error my phone beeps to alert me to a response,

“SURE, LET ME KNOW WHERE AND WHEN”

FucK!

I step out of the shower, drying myself off I hear the buzz on my phone. I quickly check the message from Belle,

“meet me at the mall tomorrow at 3 pm”

I didn’t reply straight away. I was lost on the message. I was simply staring at the screen and my thoughts were of her laying on me. My hand reached down to my cock. I had my eyes closed as I was now remembering the sensation of me deep in her ass. My cock was now rock hard and throbbing I had a firm grip on it at the base of the shaft and I was stroking it to the imagination now of her slapping my shoulder and tearing at my chest hair as she orgasms on me. My stroking builds momentum and I am now jerking my cock rapidly as I remember the sight of my cum streaming from her ass and the taste of our cum swirl. I am about to cum when suddenly the bathroom door swings open. “WHOA Mick what the fuck?”, my wife stutters with an astonished look on her face. She then giggles looking down again to see me still holding my rigid cock. Still giggling she exclaims, “don’t mind me, continue what you are doing, I just need to pee.” She lifts her t-shirt and sits on the toilet with her legs spread inviting me to watch. She starts to pee and questions, “what’s going on Mick, you just finished fucking me and already you are horny again? Come here!” She beckons me to her and I oblige. While she is still sitting on the toilet she takes my cock in her mouth and clumsily starts to devour it, annoyingly her teeth are merciless, and the sensation is more painful than pleasurable. I look down to see that her other hand is rubbing her clit. The surprise of seeing me jerking off must have aroused her and she is now clearly enjoying herself. I close my eyes and involuntarily I see Belle, the sight of her swollen plump pussy and the sight of my cock penetrating her. Then I cum, I cum in my wife’s mouth and she lurches back and spits. Looking up at me annoyed, this is something she never took to, and I think she was expecting me to pull it out of her mouth before I came. She is now wiping my cum from her chin minutes after wiping my cum from her pussy. I finish drying myself off and take my phone. As I am walking down the hall I send a reply to Belle,

“see you then”

Its 2 pm, I am driving to the mall. I am sweating with nervousness. I am still considering stopping to send Mick a message to cancel. I don’t even know this man. We met once 2 months ago then nothing but my imagination since. However, the vivid memory of his cock spurs me on. I arrive early with the intention of finding a secluded table at the coffee shop. Suddenly I’m immersed in paranoia. What if someone I know sees me sitting having coffee with a handsome stranger. My circle of friends come here often and are famous for their gossiping tendencies. I get up to leave, as I am walking I am typing a text to Mick.

“stay in your car, I will meet you there.”

I’m here early as usual and I get the text from Belle asking me to stay in my car, I am somewhat intrigued but what the hell, I type my reply,

“I’m here now parked by the bus station. ”

My heart flutters, I’m actually doing this, I have no plan, but I do have a burning arousal that’s taking over my decisions. I head out the door to towards the car park by the bus station. I remember his black BMW and I half hope I don’t see it so that I can make my escape.

My eyes are fixed on the entrance to the mall, my heart is beating with anticipation. Then I see her and my heartbeat increases its tempo. She is wearing a flowing Flamenco patterned skirt with a denim top that’s is tied at the front with white laces, even from this distance I can see her cleavage and the shape of her ass and I can see that she is also wearing black rimmed glasses. I shake myself out of the trance and open my car door and stand beside it to wave to her.

I see him, he is standing by kaçak bahis his car and I first take in what he is wearing, black jeans and a pale blue long sleeve shirt not tucked in, even from this distance I can see the shape of his shoulders and his rugged jawline. I am literally trembling as I walk towards him. He sits back in his car and leans across to open the door for me. I get in and am petrified. I look across at him and he is smiling at me. “Hi Mick.” I don’t even know what he said back to me, but it seemed like only a minute or so of idle chit chat and I was shocked to look down and realise that I was holding his hand without even knowing. Then without thinking I blurt out, “just drive!”

She was clearly very nervous and so was I. She ordered me to drive, I don’t know where to, but I wasn’t going to argue and as we pulled out of the car park she was still squeezing my hand. I was enthralled, I just wanted to kiss her. To lighten the mood, I turned on my playlist to have Dean Martin accompany us. I guess we were driving for about 5 minutes now both much more relaxed. Impulsively I reach down to squeeze her inner thigh. She pushes herself back in the seat and exhales loudly. “Are you OK?” I ask.

“I think I’m wet.” She replies.

Cheekily I respond with, “well why don’t you check?”, she looks across at me and is staring at me as she lifts her skirt and reaches up to investigate.

“Yep, I’m drenched!” she boasts. As her hand emerges from under her skirt I reach for it and bring it to my lips. I kiss her wet fingers and inhale her sweet scent that I have been craving for the past 2 months. “PULL OVER!” she insists.

Now my lust has completely taken over. I order him to pull over. I have one thing on my mind. I need to suck his cock. He pulls over in a side street under the shade of some flowering trees. We are now silent however Dean Martin is not and he begins to sing VOLARE. I lean across to unzip his jeans, as I do he assists by lowering them. I can see the shape of his bulge under his jockey shorts. I place my hand over his cock and squeeze it gently. As I do I can feel it stiffening. I reach into his shorts and his cock springs out and I gasp with lust. It is just as I remember it. Smooth, rigid and about 7.5 inches long. What has been dominating my dark thoughts lately was the memory of the pre-cum at the tip of his cock. I wrap my hand around him and hold him upright. I stroke him firmly once and his pre-cum emerges. I am now on my knees and lean down and the tip of my tongue touches the tip of his cock, the taste of his salty pre-cum is tantalising and spurs me on to wrap my lips over the tip of his now throbbing hard on.

She is on her knees leaning over and licking and sucking my cock. As I watch her tongue caress me and her lips envelope me I gently run my fingers through her hair. I also reach across and lift her skirt and run my hand up the inside of her leg. I am expecting to feel fabric of her undies, but my fingers instead find the smooth, warm texture of her pussy lips, she isn’t wearing any undies. My fingers explore her further and concur that she is indeed drenched. I rest my thumb hard up against her ass hole as my 2 fingers caress her clit. She is holding my rod firm as she is now licking my balls and then slides her tongue up my shaft to again lick and suck the head of my cock then again swallows me fully. I am rubbing her clit with my thumb now working its way into her ass hole and where I was not a moment ago gently running my fingers through her hair I now have her hair bunched in my fist and I am lifting her head up and down as she eagerly devours me.

His thumb is in my ass and I feel like I am about to explode. He now roughly has me by the hair and is driving my head down on his cock. I hear him groan and feel him tense and I know he is about to cum then I feel my mouth fill with his hot juice. I gag slightly and as I slide him out of my mouth he squirts again and sprays my cheek and my glasses. My mouth is full of his hot cum and I have him dripping from my face and glasses. If my ecstasy wasn’t already at its peak, he then lifted my head up and brought his fingers from my pussy and slid them into my mouth. His fingers were coated with my own nectar and I can taste myself and him. He then leans across and into my ear he whispers, “I’ve missed you Belle.” With his fingers still in my mouth he slips his tongue in and my mouth is now a cocktail of our cums and our tongues.

We kissed for how long I don’t know. The drive back to the mall we were both silent. Not an awkward silence but a silence where stunned desire had overloaded our senses. As I was driving into the car park I realised she was again holding my hand. I pulled up nearby the spot where I picked her up. This time we gently kissed. She went to get out of my car, I grabbed her hand and asked, “hey, what about our coffee?”, she looked at me and smiled then softly replied,

“I don’t drink coffee, see ya Mick!”

Then I watched her walk away.

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Memories of a Holiday Slut Ch. 02

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My name’s Ellie – and I’m a slut.

Well, I must be – if you look in a dictionary, it describes me just right. Well, some of the time anyway. Most of the time, the dictionary is wrong about me. But then, every now and again, I get a deep aching in the base of my belly, an aching that reaches up to my breasts and down to my pussy, an aching that makes my nipples hard and my breasts and pussy tingle, an aching that will only go away if I behave like the slut I really am.

So when the aching comes, I book a holiday – and I ease that ache.

This is what happened the last time that ache came along, and I went away for a week. This is what happened on Tuesday, the second day of my holiday.

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Tuesday

By the time I woke up, the sun was already shining brightly through the curtains that I’d hastily drawn when I’d got back from Pete’s room only a few hours earlier. I squinted at the clock beside the bed, and sighed wearily when I realised that I’d already missed breakfast. So, instead of rushing about I took my time. I stretched deliciously, straining every part of my body as I reached high above me with my hands and pointed downwards with my toes before relaxing back on the bed.

I lay for a minute and thought about the night before, about Pete – and his gorgeous cock. I cupped my breasts, rubbing my nipples with my thumbs until they were rock hard as visions from the previous night played through my mind.

Without even thinking about it, my hands wandered over my body, down over my flat tummy and onto my plump mound. I ran my fingers through my thin covering of hair, feeling the dampness that was already springing outwards. My fingertips played across my clit, my breathing getting ragged as I teased the hard nub of flesh. My other hand was cupped around my pussy, one then two fingers slipping inside, searching out the spot that I knew would drive me to an explosive orgasm in seconds.

My fingers became a blur as they danced around my clit, as they pumped into my hungry pussy. My mind was full of pictures of Pete, of us together, of his mouth on my pussy, of his cock inside me, of that last time on the balcony. My back arched as my orgasm approached, and I thrust my fingers deep inside my pussy, my body on fire. My orgasm crashed through me, and I sagged back on the bed – my eyes flying open as I realised that now it was Tony I could see, bent over that table in the restaurant, his trousers impossibly tight around his ass…..

I shook my head and climbed out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom for a shower. Afterwards, I walked across the bedroom rubbing my hair, water dripping everywhere. I drew the curtains and stepped out onto the balcony, quickly wrapping the towel loosely around me. I sat back in one of the chairs, and rested my feet on the small table, enjoying the heat of the mid morning sun on me as I idly finger combed my hair and thought about the day ahead.

Back in the room, I slipped into a bikini, pulled on a pair of denim shorts that barely covered my ass, and a loose fitting tee shirt. I grabbed all the odds and ends I might need by the pool and dropped them into a shoulder bag. A few minutes later I was down in the bar area, heading towards the pool. I saw that the door to the restaurant was open, so I decided to take a short cut. I hadn’t even got more than a few steps inside the restaurant before I heard his voice.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “but breakfast is over, we are closed.”

Even before I turned around, I knew it was Tony – and I could feel his smouldering eyes on me. I turned around quickly, and caught him raising his eyes away from the level of my ass. But he only raised them slowly, and a tingle tore through me as he undressed me with his eyes as they moved slowly upwards until he was looking at my face. My legs felt weak as he looked at me, his eyes full of desire as I pointed lamely at the wide glass doors leading out to the pool, explaining that I was just cutting through.

He smiled, and I thought I would melt. He asked if I had missed breakfast, and then took my arm before I could answer and led me towards some huge baskets of fruit that had yet to be cleared away. I watched as Tony carefully selected some fruit for me, acutely aware of his strength as he stood close to me, as he leaned across me. He handed me the fruit, dazzling me with his smile. My legs felt like jelly again, and my pussy throbbed unbearably. It took all my self control not to grab him, but only to smile a “thank you” at him, and stumble out to the pool.

Once by the pool, I found a sun bed and sat down quickly, my heart racing. I munched my way through the fruit Tony had given me, before I kicked my sandals off, and pulled my tee shirt over my head. Standing up, I slid my shorts down my legs, conscious of a few eyes looking my direction. I sat down again, suddenly aware of the wet patch on my bikini bottoms. I rolled over onto my front and reached behind me to untie my bikini, bedava bahis enjoying the heat of the sun on my body as my mind and imagination went into overdrive over Tony.

It must have been an hour or so later when I saw him again. I had just got out of the pool, and was laying back down, still dripping water, when he came over, a tray in his hand.

“Drink, Madam?” he asked, a delicious twinkle in his eyes as they roamed over my practically naked body.

I could feel my nipples hardening into tight peaks that poked through my wet bikini as he looked at me, as his eyes lingered on my firm, full breasts. I looked up at him, puzzled as to why he was serving drinks when he seemed to almost run the restaurant. He must have seen my expression, so he lent closer until his face was close to mine. How I didn’t grab him and kiss those full lips, I don’t know. But instead he told me how he only served his “special guests”.

I laughed with him and ordered a cold beer, watching his perfect ass as he walked away to get my drink. I slipped my top off, making sure that I sat up a little more than was necessary when he came back with my drink, his eyes on my breasts making my pussy even wetter. After that, I didn’t see Tony for the rest of the day. I spent my time lazing by the pool, sometimes in the hot sun, sometimes in the shade. I swam and read – and day dreamed. By late afternoon, I had had enough, and headed back to my room. After a shower, I sat out on the balcony to dry off in the sun.

Once I was dry, I went back inside and dug out a bottle of baby oil, which I liked to use to keep my skin soft after being in the sun. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I poured a little of the oil into the palm of my hand and rubbed it slowly across my belly. My back was next, and then my legs. Then I moved onto my breasts, and everywhere else until I was stood glistening in the soft light. While the oil soaked into my skin, I sorted my hair out, put on a hint of make up, and got some clothes out ready.

I dressed carefully – sexy undies, a vee neck tee shirt that clung to me in all the right places, and a black skirt that was probably only just long enough to be called a skirt. I slipped on a pair of high heeled sandals, grabbed my bag, and headed to the bar.

I sat on a tall bar stool, my skirt barely hiding my thong, and sipped at an ice cold rum and coke while I looked around. There were plenty of people around, but no sign of Tony. When I’d finished my drink, I wandered over to the restaurant, expecting to find Tony at the door like the previous night. But again, there was no sign of him. Struggling to hide my disappointment, I dropped my bag off at my table and went off to select some food from the buffet.

When I sat down, I ordered a glass of wine from a very attentive wine waiter – I guess my plunging neck line and short skirt did me no harm in getting served quickly! I took my time over my meal, before wandering towards reception, planning to head outside to the bars and night clubs that lined the main street. But I never made it – as I walked towards reception I spotted Tony.

I saw him through the large smoked glass doors that dominated one side of the wide passage way through to reception. The doors led to a wide veranda, which overlooked the hotels tennis courts. It was difficult to see him in the gathering gloom, but it was definitely Tony I could see. He was alone, walking around the pool table that sat in the middle of the veranda, a cue in his hand.

I pushed the heavy doors open and stepped outside just as Tony leant over the table to take a shot. He glanced up and smiled, then continued to line up his shot. I didn’t mind – I just walked around behind him and watched! When he was finished he stood and looked across as me again.

“Want to play,” he asked, a wicked glint in his eye as he held out the cue to me.

I told him that I’d never played before.

“No problem,” he told me, “I’ll teach you.”

We chatted quietly while I watched him setting the table up again. When he’d finished, be beckoned me over and stood next to me and showed me how to hold the cue, his hands on my arm setting off those tingles again. As I leant over the table I could feel my skirt riding up the back of my thighs. Tony moved a little uncomfortably as his eyes moved from my legs to my bum. I took the shot, then stood up slowly and handed the cue to Tony.

I stood next to him as he took his shot, aware of the graceful strength in his movements. He stood next to me again for my shot, our legs touching. I missed by a mile, then watched as he potted one ball and then another. I moved to the side of the table and leant over, his eyes drawn straight away to my plunging neckline. He missed his next shot. I smiled sweetly at him and took the cue. This time he stood half behind me, his leg hard against mine. I missed – and it was his turn to smile as he took the cue.

I stood close to him, very close, and leant over as casino siteleri he did. He missed, then immediately handed me the cue.

“You need to stand here,” he told me as he guided me towards the end of the table with his hands on my hips.

He stood behind me, our bodies barely touching. As I leant over, my ass brushed against him, against the hard outline of his cock. I waited for him to press himself against me, but nothing happened. I took the shot – and potted a ball for the first time. I started to stand up, but this time Tony did lean forward, his hand on my back.

“Your turn again,” he murmured huskily, his mouth inches from my ear. “Let me help you”, he added, leaning even further forward until his hand was resting on mine.

When he moved a shockwave went through me as his cock pressed against me. I pushed back against him, his cock searing hot even through our clothes. My legs were like jelly as I took the shot – and some how managed to pot another ball. I took a deep breath as Tony leant against me, his hand running up and down my arm. He rocked his hips, rubbing his cock – which must have been threatening to burst out of his trousers – along the line of the cleft between my ass cheeks.

I stifled a groan as his cock grew even harder, as desire tore through my body, as even more juices leaked into my already wet thong from my throbbing pussy.

“Hard luck,” he whispered in my ear as I not surprisingly missed the next shot.

For a moment he didn’t move, our bodies pressed together. Then he stood up slowly, and took the cue from me. As he leant over the table, I stepped close to him, any pretence over what we both wanted gone as I reached around and ran my fingertips up and down the hard outline of his cock, murmuring lewd comparisons between the cue and his cock.

Tony missed his shot, and I quickly took my turn at the table. As I leant over he stood very close to me, pressing my pussy onto the corner of the table as he pushed against me. I sighed as I felt his strong hands sliding up my back. His fingers plucked at my bra strap through my tee shirt, and I felt my breasts pressing forwards as the catch gave way.

“Take it off,” he told me in a barely controlled whisper.

I stood up just enough to start pulling my bra straps down my arms from underneath my tee shirt.

“No, all of it,” he said from behind me, tugging at my tee shirt.

I looked around, not knowing if we could be seen now that it had got darker. But Tony didn’t seem worried so after only a moment’s hesitation I swept my tee shirt over my head, my bra falling to the floor with it. This time Tony groaned as I leant forward again, feeling practically naked. I pushed back against his hardness as his arms came around me and my breasts filled his hands for the first time. We both moaned as he tugged at my already erect nipples, sending waves of lust through me as the game was all but forgotten.

I stood up and turned in his arms, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as our lips crushed together. I tugged at his shirt buttons and pulled the sides apart, pressing my naked breasts to his bare chest. My hands slid down his belly as we kissed breathlessly, his arms around me. I undid his belt and pushed it to one side. I fumbled with his button impatiently, then pulled his zip down and reached into his boxers.

I gasped as I held his cock for the first time, as I felt his hot flesh in my hand. I looked down between us. My hand looked tiny against his hard, throbbing shaft. I groaned and slid my hand along his shaft as we renewed our kissing, our tongues dancing over each other.

I let go of him, and turned back to the pool table. I leant over, pointing my ass at him, wanting him. I felt him close behind me, his strong fingers tugging what there was of my thong to one side, his hot cock close to me. But then we heard voices, loud voices. With a start I stood up, and pulled Tony to me. As we kissed again, I pushed him backwards, into the deeper shade behind us.

I dropped to my knees, his cock bobbing in front of me. I stared for a moment, only now appreciating how thick his cock was. I moaned and leant forward to greedily suck him into my mouth. Tony leant back against the wall as I sucked on his cock before licking his shaft from top to bottom. I pushed his cock up onto his belly and licked his balls, sucking them into my mouth one at a time.

Tony grabbed my head, his fingers entwined in my hair as I held his shaft and guided him back into my mouth. I stroked along his shaft, my hand moving faster and faster as I sucked on him harder, as I drew him deeper into my mouth, as he began to fuck me back, his hips rocking backwards and forwards.

He groaned loudly a split second before his body tensed and the first jet of his thick cum rocketed into my mouth. I sucked hard, my lips sliding up and down his thick shaft as his cum poured into my mouth. I kept my mouth sealed around his cock, his veins throbbing bahis siteleri against my lips as I sucked all he had to offer from him.

When his last spurt of cum was safely in my mouth, I stood up, his cock still in my hand, and looked at him as I swallowed most of his cum. I felt his cock twitch as he watched me, a dribble of his cum escaping from the corner of my mouth. Then I leant forward to kiss him. At first he hesitated, then my lips were on his, our tongues dancing across each other as he felt and tasted his own cum.

After our kiss, Tony quickly did his trousers up while I dragged my tee shirt back over my head. I tucked my bra into my bag, and quickly led the way to the lift. My pussy was throbbing like mad, and I desperately needed to be taken care of. I needn’t have worried – as soon as the lift doors shut, Tony backed me into the corner of the lift, his hand reaching under my skirt even as his lips met mine.

I moaned against his mouth as his fingers gently eased my swollen lips apart, one, then two, fingers sliding easily inside me through my wetness. But seconds later they were gone as Tony lifted me onto the narrow rail that ran around the edge of the lift. I held the rails each side of me as I perched in the corner, Tony’s hands sliding along my thighs, pushing my skirt up high, as he knelt in front of me.

I shuddered as he pulled my thong to one side, and plunged his tongue inside me. He lapped at my pussy and sucked on my lips, his tongue flicking everywhere, along my slit, across my clit, down to my ass as I drew my legs up higher. The lift stopped, but I didn’t care, I just wanted him to carry on. Even when the doors slid open, all I could think of was the lust, the need, coursing through me.

My breathing was ragged as I grabbed his head with one hand and pulled him tighter to me. I could feel his nose rubbing against my clit as his tongue reached inside me. Then he eased back a little and slid two fingers inside me. He fucked me with them, slowly then faster. His tongue was on my clit now, licking and flicking, matching his fingers until I was trembling. I cried out as I came, as a flood of juices filled his mouth and waves of pleasure flooded my body.

Even as I came, Tony still concentrated on my clit, his fingers locked inside my pussy as my muscles gripped him tight. He brought me down to earth slowly, before standing up and stepping between my outspread knees. This time it was me who tasted my juices as we kissed, as our tongues slithered across each other.

As we kissed, I became more aware of the lift doors being open, of the clacking of heels on the marble floor as someone approached. I slid down off the rail and hurriedly pulled my thong back over my dripping pussy and straightened my skirt, but not before I saw – and quickly felt – the hard bulge at the front of Tony’s trousers. With a grin, I grabbed Tony’s hand and led him out of the lift, just as another couple came around the corner.

As Tony lived away from the hotel, we were heading for my room, which was about half way along the wide corridor. Outside the room, I fumbled for my key card in my bag, anxious to be alone with Tony. But before I could open the door, Tony called out.

“Come here,” was all he said.

I spun around, a little confused. Tony was sat on one of the benches that were spaced out along the corridor. He was sat with his arms outstretched, his hands on the benches each side of him, and his legs wide apart. But my eyes were drawn to his opened trousers – and to the thick, hard cock that was stood up waiting for me.

“Quickly,” he murmured.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I stepped towards him, towards his cock. He ran his hands up the outside of my thighs as I stepped between his legs, pushing my skirt up around my waist. I felt his hands sliding under the thin straps of my thong – and then a jerk as he tore the flimsy material away from my body, before dropping them onto the floor.

I straddled Tony quickly, his hands sliding around my hips and onto my ass. I reached down to hold his cock as it jerked about beneath me. With a barely concealed groan, I rubbed him against me, feeling his hot cock on my pussy for the first time. I eased myself down, taking just the head of him inside me. I could feel him stretching me, my pussy tight around his wide cock. And then I dropped down on him, my weight driving his cock inside me at last, my juices making it easy for us.

I held him tight, my arms around his neck, my breathing harsh in his ear, as I slid up and down his thick cock. I tried to move slowly at first, to savour the feel of his thick cock filling, stretching me. But within seconds I was wildly bouncing up and down on him, my mouth locked on his to muffle our cries, our surroundings forgotten.

His hands were under me, holding my ass. I felt his fingers searching out my puckered hole, scratching lightly across it. I froze for a split second as he slipped his finger inside me, deep into my ass. Then I was fucking him even more wildly, my hair flying around me as he drove his cock into me. And then I crying out as I came, as a flurry of powerful spasms rocked my body. And then Tony was cumming, powerful jets of his cum erupting inside me, filling me.

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The story I am about to tell is a true story that happened to me a few years back. I was going through a painful divorce at the time and wasn’t getting my share of pussy lately. In the office where I worked, there was this girl that worked in the accounts department which was quite a looker. She had long black hair, tall and thin in size but had some great looking bosoms, ample and stunning to look at. The fact that I was in operations and she was in accounts, we very rarely spoke to one another as our paths hardly crossed.

I never knew that she had an interest in me and she never showed it either because she felt being a married man, there would not be any chance of having a relationship between us. One day, she came into my office to clarify some project accounts and she must have seen me upset and built up the courage within her to ask me what was wrong. When she heard about my divorce, she expressed her sympathy for the hardship I was going through and offered me some company if I wanted it. Now, I have noticed her in the past too, and have also wondered what it would feel like ramming my dick up her cunt, but because I was a married man, I just brushed such thoughts off my mind. Now that I was a ‘partially’ free man, I wasted no time in taking up her offer.

That evening, we went out for drinks at a local pub and just spent the time chatting and getting to know one another. She gave me a kiss on the cheek when I sent her home and that was that for the evening. The next day, I was in her office waiting for her to finish up her work as we were planning to go out for dinner and drinks. We were alone in the office and were enjoying each other’s company. I was sitting on her chair’s armrest while leaning back against the backrest. From my vintage point of view, I could look down her blouse and was admiring the silky smooth skin of her breasts. Indeed she had great cleavage and it was giving me such a hard on. I offered to massage her shoulder and as I was doing so, I teasingly told her how great her breasts looked from where I was looking. To my surprise, she giggled and encouraged me to keep looking! I proceeded to massage her back and inch-by-inch advanced my hands towards her ample boobies. Seeing that she was not offering any resistance, I finally cupped her breasts from the back holding them in my hands from the bottom pushing them up to expose more cleavage. She gasped in surprise but looked into my eyes and smiled at me lovingly.

“Do you like my breasts?” she asked. I was over the moon with excitement and could only nod my head in submission. I started to gently squeeze each breast whilst twigging each nipple though her thin bra. illegal bahis I could tell she was enjoying it as her nipples were starting to protrude out and getting quite erect to the touch. She unbutton her blouse and when her blouse was loose enough, she took one of my hands, guided it inside her blouse, pulled her left boob out of the confinement of her bra and placed my hand on it. It felt so smooth and hot in my hand and it was indeed big for a woman her size. I continued to massage her boobs while kissing her passionately on her lips. Soon her bosoms were heaving with excitement and she was gasping between kisses with anticipation.

By now, my dick was hard as a rock and aching to burst free from my crotch. I took her hand and placed it on my crotch and to my surprise, she pulled her hand away. It was only then that she told me I was the first guy to have access to her breasts, let alone be allowed to ravage them! I told her not to be afraid and we would go slow and gentle so that she can have a great first time experience. Needless to say, our plans to go for drinks have been cancelled for the day. I asked if she was willing to see my dick and she quietly nodded her head. I started to remove my belt buckle and unzipped my trousers. Whilst doing so, I noticed she had her eyes shut tight! When I pulled my dick out of my underwear, she refused to open her eyes, so I took her hand and brought down it to my throbbing shaft. She grasped it tightly the moment her hand came in contact with it and let a gasp pass her lips doing so. A few seconds later she opened her eyes and was shocked to see my throbbing purple knob staring just inches away from her face. She looked and it and instinctively brought her lips to it and gave it a peck on the opening slit which was already moist with pre-cum. She licked her lips to taste the juice and claimed it was a little bit salty but nice to taste.

She took her time to look at my knob, the length of my shaft, the balls beneath it and also the pubic hair around it. She was totally turned on by the smell of my pubic hair as she just couldn’t stop taking long deep sniffs of it. She experimented licking the length of my shaft, liking the salty taste and licking off the pre-cum at the tip of my knob. Soon she was taking the knob into her mouth trying to suck up any juice still in my dick and before I know it, she was giving me one heck of a vigorous blowjob! She took the entire length of my throbbing shaft into her mouth, gagging a few times but relentlessly throating it to its base so that she can sniff the aroma of my bush. Alternating her mouth with her hand, she was shafting my dick in a fabulous combination casino siteleri of blowjob/masturbation that I thought was only possible in the blue films! She was determined to make me come but wanted to have me come in her mouth so that she can have her first taste of a man’s come. It did not take long to have her wishes come true as I exploded in a mind-boggling orgasm spurting loads after loads of cum into her mouth down her throat!

I could see that she was struggling to gobble it all down but her determination paid off for her as she didn’t allow a single drop of semen spill out. She continued to suck my dick dry and finally licked it all clean and glistening with her saliva. She was curious how my semen left a tingling feeling in her throat and said she would want more of it if possible. I told her that it was my turn to return the favor and knelt down in between her legs. She was reluctant to open her legs as she claims she was still a virgin and was not sure if she was prepared to lose it just yet. I coaxed her slowly by telling her she does not need to lose her virginity that night as I was planning to fuck her with my tongue and not my dick. That way, she will still be a virgin and I will not take her virginity away until she is ready for it in the future. She was still afraid but after convincing her that I would stop if she didn’t like it or felt any pain, she quietly agreed and slowly pulled up her skirt to her waist, exposing her pink laced panties with her legs apart for me to look at.

Gently, I stroked her thighs and took her feet to my face. I must say here, that I have a serious fetish for feet and smelling the soles of each of her feet and between her toes got my dick throbbing again. She was getting excited looking at me suck each of her toes, licking the soles of her feet and sniffing them at the same time. I could see she was getting wet as her panties was developing a dark patch at the crotch. I went over to her crotch and started sniffing at her wet patch and to my amazement, it smelt very pleasant indeed. Hooking the panties with my fingers and pulling them down over her feet, I took another sniff at her pussy and went completely berserk with lust and desire for her pussy. I have never smelt a pussy so nice as I have with hers. I’ve had other pussies before but they were never virgins and they all have to a certain extent so kind of fishy smell about them. My ex-wife’s pussy was the strongest fish smelling pussy I’ve ever had. But here was a girl, who has been in the office the whole day and yet still smelt so great without needing wash first!

I couldn’t control myself anymore and totally indulged poker siteleri myself with some serious pussy eating! She was going hysterical with pleasure as she has never experienced her pussy being eaten before and I was too engrossed with her lovely pussy to even care if she could handle it. She had lovely thick lips on each side of her clit with a fully erected clitoris protruding out screaming to be ravaged. I teased her clitoris with my tongue until she was weak in the knees and finally took it within my lips and sucked on it while flickering it my tongue until she came in a really loud orgasm. She was so weak but I was relentless in my attacks on her pussy with my tongue. She had flooded her vagina with her love juice and my tongue was busy darting in and out of her pussy licking up the love juice this virgin pussy had to offer. My tongue fucking got her very excited with pleasure and she used her thighs to wedge my head in place while she humped her waist into a rhythmic motion to meet with my tongue plunging into the inner depths of her pussy. Before long, her legs stiffened and her hips started jerking violently as she reached another major orgasm, screaming her lungs out as she rode the orgasm out. Luckily for us we were alone in the whole office building!

She was insatiable because as soon as she caught her breath back, she got off her chair and pulled me to the carpeted floor and got me to lie on my back. She immediately got on top of me in the 69 position and started mouth fucking my partially erected dick until it was rigid again. I got back to work on her pussy but in doing so, I had my nostrils buried up her tight anus. To my amazement, her anus did not smell offensive at all and before you know it, I was licking her anus clean and started fucking her arse with my tongue, pushing my tongue as deep as it could possibly go into her asshole while at the same time savoring the unique but tantalizing flavor I was getting from it. With proper manipulation of her pussy and anus through my experienced tongue, I got her coming again but this time her screams were muffled with my dick deep in her mouth. She was busy giving me a masturbation of my life using her mouth and hands until I could take it no longer and started ejaculating with such force that it surprised her as well. I had no fear of staining the carpet with my semen as she once again ensured that none went to waste.

We got dressed and left the office for some dinner. The recent activities had us drained of energy and we needed some food to get re-energized. On the way back to her house after dinner, she wanted dessert and whilst I was at the wheel, she unzipped my trousers and helped herself to another serving of hot thick semen. She says she can’t get enough of the tingling feeling she gets after swallowing the semen down. As for me, I was proud that I have kept my promise of leaving her virginity “intact”… for the time being anyway!

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The Hedges Pt. 01: Sam’s Journal

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Friday January 1.

This is my new year’s resolution: I will lose my virginity. I read on the interwebs that the average age that males in the US lose their virginity is 16.4 years old. I’m almost three years late!!

I went running this morning in the Greenbelt. It was cold and clear and the ground was frozen hard. Felt good to hit the wall again today. I’m following a very rigorous schedule for the Shamrock Marathon this Spring. April 25th. Five days running and two days of rest with more miles run each week over 16 weeks. And I’ve still got to shave a minute off my time to get in the top 100 for the men’s VHSL three-mile cross-country stats. I will do it. I will. Mike is still beating me, the bastard. He can’t match my stamina in the marathon, though.

Trying to think of an anniversary gift for Mom and Dad. Janie suggested a subscription to Family Lifestyle Magazine but I think that’s too cheap. Besides they could write articles for that — there’s nothing they can learn about the Lifestyle from a magazine. It should really be something big since it’s their 20th and we three will finally all be eighteen. It kind of means their parenting job is done. Ha, ha. Their actual anniversary is March 28th so there’s plenty of time.

Friday January 8:

Not off to a good start with this journal. Running five days a week before school except it rained hard on Tuesday. Tried lifting some of Mike’s weights. Harder than I thought. I should have run anyway.

I should mention that I made my application to Tech for next year. It’s the only school I applied to. Won’t find out till sometime between March 1st and May 1st. I can’t not think about it.

Also, Janie’s eighteenth birthday is coming up March 20th. So we are going to have a busy Spring.

Sunday January 10.

Mike is a pain in the ass. Typical twin — he knows how to push my buttons. Gave me a head start at weekend track practice at school today and still lapped me. We look so alike, but don’t act alike. Extroverts like him just don’t understand an introvert like me. He rolls right over any obstacle. He’s not a virgin. I seem to stumble too often. Then there’s my goddam stuttering.

Tuesday January 12.

I’ve thought about it a lot. I don’t mind being a virgin. I mean, Mom and Dad have made it easy to lose my virginity but I don’t think I’m ready. They keep inviting me into the bedroom. I’m ambivalent (had to spell check that). Even Janie seems about ready for her eighteenth and making that transition. “Making that transition” What a stupid way to put it. I don’t know how to talk about sex. I should know — maybe it’s just my shyness.

Ran a quarter marathon today with Mike even though it’s supposed to be a resting day on my schedule. He flagged toward the end. That stupid goatee is an affectation. Thinks he’s so grown up. So why is he planning only to go to community college, then, huh?

Friday January 15.

I don’t know why I’m writing this. Except I don’t have anyone to talk to. NOBODY at school has a family like mine. Nude at home all the time, practically. “Clothing Optional” Mom calls it. We’re a sex-positive family according to Dad. He claims to have coined that phrase. But I Googled it and I think he picked it up at that commune where he and Mom met. Anyhow, we’re different and I don’t think anyone would understand.

No point in trying to talk to Dad. I know what he’d say, anyway, “It’s nobody’s fucking business.” He likes to pontificate. Not a good listener. Especially to contrary opinions.

So I’m writing this to myself, I guess. Not sure I’d want anyone to read it anyway.

I’m 34 seconds from breaking the top 100 high school runners in the state at three miles. I think I picked running because it’s one of few sports where you don’t wear much. I can train in shorts and shoes. Add a tanktop for competitions and that’s it. Besides I don’t like to swim. It feels claustrophobic to me.

Also found a cool book in the library — Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

Monday January 18.

Snowed last night. Tried running on the street this morning but it was slow going. Reading Zen, etc. So good I forgot to masturbate. I want to get a motorcycle.

Tuesday January 19.

I’m really quiet at school because of the stuttering. Most teachers understand that it’s not that I’m stupid, just silent. A lot of kids don’t, though. I remember when we moved up to high school and some 11th grader thought it was cool to call me Simple Sam. I jumped up to punch his lights out yelling, “Mmmother fuh-fuh-fuh!” That kid laughed and Mike and I both beat the crap out of him. We called him Mother fuh-fuh-fuh until he graduated. He never lived it down. That’s something you count on a brother for, but I wish I didn’t need it. Although it’s getting better with the speech therapist’s help. I wish I could talk right, right now. Wish I was normal. Mike wears that fucking goatee so no one will think he’s the simple one, I know it.

Friday türkçe bahis January 22.

Ran in the melting snow. I run to get high, to burn out the fire inside. I love it when it’s cold and the air sears my lungs. I want to come home exhausted. When I don’t run I get nervous, jumpy. The only subject that can keep me focused is Architecture. Comics and Sci-Fi novels don’t much interest me anymore, though my old favorites fill my shelves.

I get my interest in Architecture from my Dad. He’s a college dropout but he’s been really successful in his building business. He’s a true craftsman. He’s teaching me and Mike carpentry, too. And he built this house slowly over a bunch of years. It has a lot of creative elements that I didn’t really appreciate until I started reading about Corbusier and Wright and those guys.

It’s basically three blocks joined by an entry and large screened area. One block has the kitchen and living room with a workshop under it. Another block has the bedrooms and a big, shared bath with a garage underneath. The third block, which is only one story, has the playroom. It’s not completely finished yet. There are private courtyards for parking and little gardens. Mom’s into growing her own organic herbs. And sunbathing nude.

The unusual thing about the bedrooms is that they are in what is basically one big space that can be divided up by rolling partitions around as we see fit. It’s all very much in line with our parent’s philosophy. We create our own spaces, our own “boundaries”. I made myself a little cell in one corner with my bunk bed over my desk and a lot of shelves. I hung a curtain over the place where a door would go and kept it away from any windows. It is my sanctum — a good place for an introvert.

After our eighteenth Mike decided to open his area up to connect with our parent’s bed space. Janie still has a space to herself with a couple of nice windows. It’s pretty typical for a girl—posters and stuffed animals all over.

The bathroom is what they call a Jack and Jill bath. At its center is a shower (open to the bedroom area) and sinks, but there are two toilets on each side in little rooms of their own. It makes sense to keep the clean and dirty functions separate like they did in the old days. These two are the only rooms in the house with doors other than the playroom.

I’m reading a strange book from Dad’s collection on building design called A Pattern Language. I see where he got some of his ideas.

Monday January 26.

I’m shaving about seven seconds a week off my time in the three-mile. I need to vary my route. I’ll be up to 8 miles this week on the training schedule for the marathon. The Shamrock is getting closer. So far, so good.

I had a strange dream last night. Another wet dream, actually. I read somewhere you should tell a dream in the present tense, so here it is: I’m running in the Greenbelt in the early morning like I usually do. I recognize the part of the trail I am on. There’s the stream with litter in it, the backyards, old swing sets. I can hear the traffic and other city noises. Dogs barking. I’m breathing well and just loping along. Gradually I notice that the woods look different—the trees are taller and it’s become very quiet. To the sides the forest goes on ’til all I can see is gray tree trunks rising up hillsides on both sides. I’m running in a kind of tunnel of trees. It’s like a cathedral. There’s a gray ground mist and the light is slanting very low from the left in a pale golden color. I’m barefoot and the path is hard-packed red clay but at each side is a bright green mossy swath with some small wildflowers blooming vibrant yellow. I’d like to run on the moss but am afraid I’ll hurt it.

In the distance ahead I see a brightness. There’s a clearing. As I run into the clearing the path now passes through knee-high grass. I see a pavilion of some sort. It has a yellow cloth roof that is gently rippling in the breeze. As I get closer I see that it is raised up on a stone platform and held up by rows of naked people. There’s something about it that feels worshipful, like it’s a temple. It looks kind of like a party tent but there are no walls, just the figures arranged along each side like poles. They are about an arm’s length apart and hold the metal rail of the edge of the roof up in their hands. When I look at their faces their heads are turned away. (I read in one of Dad’s Architectural history books that carved figures holding up the roof of a temple on the Acropolis in Athens are called Caryatids. They are all women and they are robed. The part of the building they are on is called the Erechtheion…The erection?)

The golden light slants through the mist and makes the pavilion glow like from within. The figures are youthful and strong, both the men and women are beautiful in the classic sense. Better than an Abercrombie and Fitch ad. I slow up and climb the stairs to the platform. Now I’m naked, too. All around iddaa siteleri me the figures are facing outward, their arms upraised holding the roof. I notice that some are touching hands and are very occasionally shifting their weight from one foot to the other. None speak. I still can’t see any faces.

I’m moving very slowly, drawn toward the nearest woman. Her behind is so round and firm looking. I reach out and cup each cheek in a hand. She doesn’t move. Her blonde hair is thick and wavy and hangs down to the middle of her back. I run my hands slowly up her sides, feeling her ribs, just brushing the swell of her full breasts. She has no reaction when I slide my hands along her arms, then reach around to touch her face. I feel her lashes flutter under my fingers, her breath on my palms, the moistness of her lips. As I cup her breasts I pull myself against her. My erection lies in the crease of her spine, tickled by the fall of her hair. I feel a desire to “be one with her.” (That phrase actually ran through my head in the dream.)

I move from one figure to the next and get the same result when I touch them; I’m excited—they just stand there. The next, a male, comes to full erection as I reach around and take him in my hand. My boner is between his ass cheeks and slides as if oiled when I begin to stroke him. I think, “Wow, this is just like jacking myself.” Then, both of us panting with excitement, his deltoids spread like wings, he comes, shooting his sperm in an arc out into the waving, golden grass. He wilts but I am still hard.

Beside him is a short woman, already on tiptoes, reaching up to the roof rail. She’s the kind of woman who’s got a nice triangular keyhole of light showing between her thighs where they meet her behind. Those silky thighs glisten. She’s wet. I ease down, slide my oiled cock in there and reach around to palm her small breasts. Lifting her up off of the ground so she is straddling my prick I reach down and touch myself where I am poking out in front of her. My fat, spongy, purple cockhead drips.

Smearing my juice on her erect right nipple, I thrum my fingers across her breast, letting the nipple spring between them. Bbbbrrrp, Bbbbrrrp, Bbbbrrrp. The bright sun picks out the soft, blonde hairs on her arms. She has goosebumps.

I wrap one arm around her body, crushing her breasts, and the other around her waist. She begins to squirm, sliding the pulpy, oozing lips of her pussy along me and breathing deep. Her head falls back on my shoulder, her hair covering her face. I begin thrusting and she squeezes her legs tight, crossing her ankles. I press forward, she pushes back, arms still tight to the railing, hanging in my bear hug and moaning as we slide together. She looks like the crucified Jesus.

Just a few plunges between her quivering thighs and I, too, finally explode in thick, white jets of semen, spraying my seed out into the grass. On rigid legs I thrust and squeeze, thrust and squeeze as she shudders helpless in my grasp. I bite her neck like a lion does a lioness, sinking my teeth into her yielding flesh, tasting salt and iron.

At last I’m spent and I ease her back down to her feet. She hangs limp, head lolling on her chest. The breeze chills my sweaty chest as I back away from her.

I move to the far side of the pavilion and see a gap in the row of naked people. I step into it and grasp the roof edge in my hands, taking my share of the weight. But I realize that we are not carrying the weight of the roof, we are holding it down so it won’t fly away. I have a feeling of anticipation and of resolve. I’m gazing out over an endless vista of wind-whipped, tawny grass. I imagine how the tent could carry us all up into the blue sky like a kite. Looking to my side I finally can see a face. The beautiful woman beside me is smiling at me. She says, “Welcome home.”

I woke up curled into a shuddering orgasm, not even touching myself.

I had to clean my sheets that morning before running. My time was off, too. Funny that in the dream I’m (technically at least) still a virgin.

Wednesday January 27.

People I think are hot: Halle Berry, Rachel McAdams, Jamie Bell, Megan Fox, Michelle Pfeiffer, Daniel Radcliffe.

I’ve decided that if I’m going to take Mom and Dad up on their offer to educate me about sex I have to start thinking of Mom as a sexual creature. Naked or not, she’s just been Mom to me for so long. She’s been a comfort and a cheerleader and a scold and a teacher, but not someone I’ve wanted to have sex with. Even though I know my Dad and Mom think they should be the ones to teach us about lovemaking (you know, because you should love someone before you have sex), I’ve just kept that in the back of my mind. Somehow the idea became an assumption like the idea that we were all expected to go to college. I didn’t really think about the details. Now the time has come and I realize I need to work on it. Like I had to write an essay for the college application. deneme bonusu veren siteler I’m nervous, but I think I can do this.

Saturday January 30.

I’ve decided to indulge myself with a genuine Senior Slump. I’ve had good grades and my SATs are decent. Fuck it, let school slide at long last while I train for the Shamrock. And get my virginity taken care of.

Mike knows a lot about how I feel. His grades were always only average and he never worried so much about them. Somehow Dad seems more sympathetic to his mediocre schoolwork. Maybe because he dropped out. Anyway, Mike gets where I’m coming from this semester and I think he enjoys my being a little more relaxed about school. Even though we compete athletically, he pretty much understands my moods. He hasn’t hassled me about losing my virginity and I’m thankful for that. My guess is that he doesn’t mind only sharing Mom with Dad for now.

Friday February 5.

Thinking about what to study in school. I really like Architecture but when I look at my family I wonder if Psychology or Philosophy wouldn’t be more interesting. Something starting with a “P”. Physics? No, not smart enough for that. I could probably bullshit my way through Psychology, though.

Monday February 8.

Earlier tonight I sat down with the family to watch Family Fortune (less Janie—she’s not allowed to watch ’til she’s 18). We stream the game show from its website directly through our HD TV. I’ve been watching with them for a few months and it doesn’t really get me as fired up as it does the rest of them, especially Mike. Still, watching group sex on the big screen is better than on my laptop in my room. Mom really likes this one family that’s been a big success on the program and she gets all excited watching them compete.

Tonight the contestants, the Collins’, who are an American Dad and a Korean Mom and daughter, were defending their title against some black family and Dad was taking notes. Mom was sitting between Dad and Mike on the couch in the playroom and I was on the loveseat since I still don’t have the courage to jump right in. But I thought it would help to practice thinking of Mom as a sexual being and to pay more attention to how they enjoyed the show.

So I asked Mom what the setup was for the game tonight.

“Oh, the Collins got a good one when they spun the wheel in the first round,” she said, pointing to the screen. “See how the women are arranged in a 69, with Sun on the bottom and June on top? Paul can turn the platform they are on and stick himself in a pussy, mouth or ass on each end. They have a real athletic, gymnastic flair, don’t you think?”

“I g-g-guess ssso.” She wants me to consider sex to be kind of like sports. As recreation. She thinks it will help me loosen up. Mom was sitting there between the two of them with a hard dick in each hand. Now, they wouldn’t have sex right there in front of me without asking, but a little foreplay wasn’t out of the question. I was getting an erection myself. That was real progress.

“What’s special about this round is that the audience can make bets on which hole he comes in. He can’t see the board where they’ve posted the votes. It looks like June’s mouth is the top choice with her pussy a close second. They’ll get extra points if Paul comes in either one of those. Of course the more orgasms the more points, but there is that time limit.” She was breathing hard and pulling on the cocks in her hands. Mike’s hand was on his own dick, too, and his attention was totally on the TV. Dad was still taking notes. I guess he was interested in the platform they were using, making a working drawing. He’s always looking for good ideas for improvements to make around the house.

I watched the action on the screen with one eye and my family with the other. The TV showed the Mom and daughter eating each other’s pussies in split screen. The one on the bottom, the Mom, I think, had her legs pulled way back and wrapped behind her daughter’s arms so her pussy was wide open to the licking (and the camera). I admit it took some strength and flexibility to keep that up. The Dad moved up from the other end and rubbed his cock along the daughter’s slit, getting it wet. From below the older woman ran her tongue along his shaft and took his cockhead in her mouth, gently suckling it. She let it spring up, he slowly leaned in and we watched his cock spread the girl’s pussy lips. In close up his cock looked almost too big for the little girl.

The time clock was counting down from five minutes and no one had had an orgasm yet.

Mom, on the couch, was beginning to squirm. Talking to the TV, “Come on, Paul, you can do it,” she panted. “Which one do you think he’ll come in, guys?”

“The Mom’s ass, for sure. I would,” volunteered Mike.

“No, he can’t take the time to even go there,” offered Dad. “Best to concentrate on the vaginal orgasms, then he can let go before the clock runs out. I’m betting on the Mother’s mouth. I think that she can get him off in the last seconds if needed. She’s a closer.”

Mom looked at me bright-eyed and flushed. “Sammy?”

Mike and Dad’s answers were clearly colored by their own preferences. I guessed mine would, too. And Mom was testing me.

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It was basketball season and the Heat were in town. My boss had season tickets to the Heat at American Airlines Arena, and when he was taking clients to a game, he usually took a date. Now that he was divorced from his wife, he was even less inhibited about fucking his date after the game. He frequently invited me to help entertain clients, but mostly I was ‘eye candy.’

A curvy Cuban-American, in my late 30’s, I always dressed like most female attorneys in Miami, wearing a suit with short slit skirt, heels, no hose, and silk blouse. Today my bra and panties were black and sheer. No reason for wearing them, other than a girl never knows when she might get some cock during the work day. As usual, my dark brown hair was in a bun and I wore a small amount of makeup, mostly eyeliner and lipstick. My olive skin, dark hair and dark brown eyes, coupled with my curvy figure and tight suit made for a very fuckable attorney. Of course, my boss knew it well.

How did he know? That’s a story for another time, but the short version is that I had gotten divorced several months earlier and had moved back home to Miami. No longer married, in my 30’s and horny, there was little to hold me back from fucking and sucking any man I wanted, or who wanted me. And I did—often. After all, what guy can resist a hot, willing pussy?

After returning home, I went through my share of men in the service industry—mostly waiters and bartenders, but also the cable guy, my hairdresser, and auto mechanic. A hungry wet pussy has a need to be filled, but it has no more conscience than a stiff dick. As I settled into the law scene in Miami and took the Florida bar, I felt more confident and moved on to attorneys. Well, OK, I fucked other guys too, including my ex-husband, but mostly I fucked my boss as well as a few of my clients and co-counsel. Was I being used as a fuck toy? Probably. Did I mind then, or do I mind now? No. And maybe I was the one using them, not they using me.

Anyway, it was late in the afternoon when my boss called me into his office.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?” David asked

“What do you have in mind? Some Scotch in the Grove and then back to my place?” I asked.

“I was thinking we’d end the evening at your condo, but I’m meeting our new clients at the Heat game tonight and I’d like you to meet them. Can you make it?”

“Of course. Do I have time to freshen up before we go?” I didn’t care much for basketball, but I enjoyed the company (and the fucking afterward).

“If you want. We’ll leave from the office in your car after work.” If was going to drive, he was planning coming over to my condo tonight. And that meant one thing…

The rest of the afternoon went by uneventfully. One by one, people left the office. Before I realized it, everyone else in the office seemed to be gone. I walked down the hallway towards my office and saw him at his desk. I passed through the threshold of his office and he motioned me in. With hand motions, he indicated that I should lock and close his office door.

With a sly smile on my bahis siteleri face I complied. I sauntered over to his big, paper-strewn desk and slipped out of my office pumps. Just a few weeks earlier I had sucked off my boyfriend and co-counsel Richie at that same desk. I wonder what my boss would think of that, if he knew. At least he had wiped off the hand prints from the top of his desk from the time he bent me over the desk and fucked me in the middle of the day that same week that Richie had been in town.

Cupping his hand over the mouthpiece, he hissed, “Suck me.” as he swiveled his chair towards me and unfastened the tab of his pants before unzipping them. Of course I was going to suck that fabulously thick and long cock of his. Just holding that lovely cock in my hands was enough to make my pussy throb and my juices begin flowing.

Now, I’m pretty sure most male partners don’t call their female associates into the office late in the afternoon and say to them, “Suck me,” but David would and often did. And if he wasn’t asking me to suck him, he was asking the office manager to do so. He had a thing for Latin women. So, why me? I love to suck cock and I loved my boss’s cock, though I couldn’t stand him. It truly was a monster and I couldn’t think of anything else whenever I was near it. Yeah, I guess you could say I’m a size queen. I love the feel of a big, thick cock splitting me in two. When David felt like getting me off before he came, I never had a better lover, certainly not one with a bigger dick, and I’d had a lot of really big dicks before I gave up “la vida loca.” Of course I was going suck him off. And I was going to get off too, if I did it right. And I always did.

I could see his cock stirring as I dropped to I knees, my eyes locked onto the thick, heavily veined surprise awaiting me underneath the fabric of his boxers. With a look in my eyes that told him how hungry I was for his cock, I slowly removed the silk blouse and bra I was wearing so that I wouldn’t get semen or a saliva all over them when I finished him off later. I could feel the cool draft from the air conditioning in the office on my perky breasts, and my thick, pencil eraser-sized nipples hardened, sticking out like sewing thimbles. He fished his cock out of his boxers before kicking off his shoes and dropping his pants to his ankles, never pausing from his phone conversation.

Kneeling before him, I pulled them off of his feet so that I could nestle between his legs.

I knew where this was going and how it would end. I needed no encouragement. With my blouse and bra removed, he could see my nipples proudly standing off my breasts and my areolae puckered from my desire. Staring at his cock, I licked the shaft up and down to lubricate it with my saliva, which mixed with the pre-cum that had been leaking out of the tip of his cock. A trickle of pre-cum oozed out of the tip of his cock. Looking him in the eye, I caught it with the tip of my tongue and then licked my lips with his sweet cock juice. Then, I dropped down and began sucking on his large, heavy, hairy balls. His musky, masculine scent wafted into my nostrils, giving a pleasant compliment to the sweet smell and taste of his pre-cum..

I canlı bahis siteleri looked up at him to see how was responding. His closed eyes and the soft caresses from his right hand against my left breast told me that he was pleased. Eventually, his thumb and forefinger found my nipple, which he rolled between them. My pussy was throbbing and already leaking like a sieve.

I leaned in and engulfed his thick cock with my mouth. Before I could work his cock properly, I needed to coat the shaft completely with saliva and pre-cum. With sloppy wet kisses, I covered his shaft completely and then I went to town. My hands were now wet and sticky with our combined bodily fluids. I hoped he would cum quick because it almost always hurt my jaw when I sucked him off. Not that I minded.

“OK, my associate and I will see you at the game. She and I have to wrap up something at the office, but we should be there soon.” Saying goodbye, he hung up the phone and turned his attention to me.

With a cock like his, there is little a girl can do but work the head with her mouth. She’ll need two hands to work the shaft properly, and that is what I did. Maintaining steady suction on his head, I tickled his frenulum, while I applied firm yet gentle up-and-down pressure to his massive shaft. He liked it, so much so that his ass tensed up and I could tell his cock was close to erupting when the phone rang. As he often did with me and other women, he took the call, even though he was being sucked off. He didn’t care. I didn’t either.

I was feeling his cock swell even more and knew it wouldn’t be long when the phone rang. “Well hello, dad. How are you?” I heard he sometimes shared women with his father, who was divorced from his mother. The old man often leered at me when he visited my boss at the office.

“Of course, I have a few minutes to talk. I’m going to the Heat game tonight.” He said. “Yes, she’s coming with me too. She’s been a good associate and I owe her something special.” That something special’s heavy bulbous purple head was in my mouth right now.

I didn’t stop sucking him. I never stopped sucking him when he took a call flagrante delicto. He had even fucked me from behind at his desk and in my condo while talking on the phone. And once I started, I rarely stopped. And I certainly wasn’t going to stop now even when my jaw was sore and my hands were covered in cum and saliva.

As if the call wasn’t enough, someone knocked at the door. Placing his hand over the receiver he called out to the person, “I’m on the phone. Can I call you later?” I didn’t stop or even change speed. The thrill of someone on the other side of the door excited us both, and as long as they didn’t come in, which they wouldn’t since I locked the door, there was no need to stop, let alone hide.

“Of course,” was the reply.

It sounded like one of the other partners. I had heard he had been asking the secretaries about me and my boss. I guess the secret was out that we were fucking. All the while, I continued to suck and got wetter doing so.

Funny thing was, he didn’t want to get off the phone with his father. He was on long enough that he became semi-hard. My jaw was aching güvenilir bahis from sucking that fat, semi-hard sausage, and I tried everything I could to make him cum and lose control while on the phone. I cradled his balls and gently tickled the frenulum. I ran my French manicured nails up and down the inside of his thighs. Nothing would make him cum. I knew he wasn’t nervous. If anything, I was nervous that he would probably brag to his father later about getting sucked off while on the phone.

“OK, dad. I gotta go. Yeah, she’s patiently waiting for me. Down on her knees, in fact, begging me to get off.” He looked down at me and smiled as he said that. “OK, goodbye, dad.”

Without saying a word, he pulled my head off of his cock, stood up, removed his boxers and dropped to the floor, lying down on his back. At his side, on my knees, I finally had his attention. My face was covered in saliva and his pre-cum as I began ministrations in earnest on his cock. I was glad I had taken off my blouse and bra, because past experience taught me when he came, he’d shoot gobs of cum all over me. Working the shaft with both hands, gently moving the skin up and down as I sucked and licked the tip of the cock, I knew I had him.

I felt both his warm hands cupping my breasts, his fingers feeling for my nipples. When he tweaked them between his fingers, it felt as there was a direct connection between my nipples and my clit, causing it to throb.

“Oh, god. You are a tremendous cocksucker.” He hissed. His cock surged in length and girth and when it was stiff again, his thick, hairy hips thrust up at me, pushing his fat cock deeper down my throat. My gag reflex nearly made me choke on that fat cock of his.

His hips began thrusting faster and his cock swelled in size. The heat of his body, coupled with the sheen of sweat on his balls and thighs meant my senses were overpowered with the muskiness of the man. I had absolutely no thoughts in my head, so attuned to the shaft in my mouth, but I knew what came next. His scrotum pulled up tightly against his body. Then his cock swelled, twitching violently before shooting gobs of cum into my mouth and down my throat. Without slowing tempo, I continued stroking the shaft as I drank as much of his cum down my throat as I could. His low, drawn-out moan as he ejaculated told me I’d done a good job.

I reached between my legs and inserted the middle finger of my left hand in my vagina. That’s all it took. My orgasm hit without warning—my heart raced and my body shuddered.

My clit throbbed and my pussy contracted as I came. A waft of my sexual arousal drifted in the air, mixed with the odor of his cum. Looking up at him, cock in my mouth, I could tell he was pleased. When I had licked him clean, I got on my knees and reached over to his credenza and grabbed tissues to wipe off my hands, face, and chest. My inner thighs were soaked, as were my panties.

“I can smell your pussy, and you taste wonderful,” he panted as he sucked the same finger I’d just had inside me. “I think you enjoyed this blow job as much as I did.”

When I was done, I put my blouse and bra back on, excusing myself to freshen up before the game. I headed immediately to the restroom to wipe up all that pussy juice between my legs. I was glad I wore a dark skirt today so any seepage wouldn’t show through easily.

He remained on the floor a while longer. I’m sure he was doing the same thing I was, thinking about the game and what would happen afterwards.

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Claire’s heart was racing. As she drove up the familiar road to her rendezvous, her mind couldn’t dissuade her from the past or the future.

After much soul searching and pep talking she had decided to meet up with her ex for one last date. The passion ran deep, the electrifying sex and deep seated lust they had once shared was still there. He had offered her one last fling – for old time’s sake.

She had no clue what to wear. Shane had always lusted after her in anything, and nothing. She went for a very hugging pair of black hold ups, sliding up her legs under her loose flowing black skirt. Her pussy ached… uncovered, trembling. Her large breasts heaved with her heavy breath and her engorged nipples brushed against the inner of her blue lace bra, barely contained under her low red summer top.

She pulled up outside the hotel, deep in the national park and nervously entered the reception. Giving her former married name, she was directed to the ground floor corridor… room 7.

Pushing the door open on the click of the keycard, she entered. The room was dark, curtains drawn. As she crept forward, she felt the familiar touch, yet recently absent touch of Shane’s hand on her neck. She turned to see him in the half-light of the bathroom… naked…erect… smiling like old times. Before she could react, he had pulled her to him engaging her lips in a soft but passionate clench.

Her eyes followed the line of his chest and stomach down to his smooth cock, begging out for some attention. She had always loved giving. Without hesitation, she sunk to her knees, hitching her skirt up and pressing her tingling breasts bahis siteleri on his hips as she slid down him.

Looking up at his lustful eyes, with the look of a hungry a****l, she slid her hand around his shaft and took the whole length deep into her warm mouth. Closing her eyes at the feel of him between her soft lips, instinct took over. Her head started to bob, feeling him hit her throat. Her tongue lept into action too, swirling, licking… feeling him pulse between her lips. She carried on. His hands slid onto her head, her short blonde hair being swept back and gathered. She carried on. Her breasts moved in time to her head as they threatened to erupt. As she knelt, her swollen clit ached and protruded slowly from within, waking… aching. She carried on. Shane threw his head back, leaning against the doorframe, her hair now gathered in firm buns within his hands. His hips began to move. She carried on. With every rise and fall of her warm mouth on his firm shaft, his hips flexed. They pushed the tip of his aching cock against her throat… she gagged. He was using her mouth. She carried on. Faster, wanting to please, wanting to show him just how much she remembered and yearned for this again. He gripped her head hard, his heavy balls pushing against her chin. She looked up, seeking approval, but shane was lost in the moment. She pulled her mouth off his wet cock and slid back up… licking her lips he sunk his tongue between them and embraced her, his big hands roaming her ample curves, her hips, her ass.

They stumbled back, his warm naked body against hers, lifting her top eagerly over her head, she stumbled canlı bahis siteleri further, hitting the bed and landing on top of it with a bounce.

He was an a****l, filled with lust and raw passion for her that had never really died. She had been yearning for his mouth, his touch, his warm body against hers for so long she hadn’t realised.

The feel of his hard throbbing cock against her stocking clad thighs enraged her hormones further. With the skill and dexterity of a man possessed, Shane reached behind her, as she arched her back to the feel of his lips on her neck. The bra snapped loose, freeing the heavy soft breasts from their prison. She sat up, casting her arms out of the straps and tossing it carelessly over the room. Grabbing his softly covered head, she forced his hungry mouth onto her breasts. As his mouth feasted on her nipples in turn, she slid her thighs around his bare hips, feeling his warmth under her skirt and groaning in immense pleasure.

Before she could gather her thoughts, the room was spinning, and his arms hooked under hers… in one swift motion he had taken her off the coverings of the soft kingsized bed and swept her up to the top of the bed, almost tossing her onto the pillows with horny disdain.

She reached down, unclipping the now hitched up skirt, as his swollen throbbing cockhead rested against her freshly shaven womanhood. Looking up at him, urges from times past surfacing, she begged him to fuck her. So bold, so direct, she BEGGED him to be inside her again. And then it came. The feeling of his shaft pushing her saturated sensitive pussy lips apart made güvenilir bahis her throw her head back. He filled her so well, the upward curve of his smooth shaft setting parts of her on fire in one thrust.

Her skirt parted with the motion of him pushing inside her. She didn’t care. Fully exposed yet soft thighs clad in the hold up stockings – she raised her legs. With every thrust, he slammed in deeper. She was so open, so needy, she reached out for the bed frame. He grabbed her shoulders, clambering over her forcing her down onto every hard thrust. As they slapped together, she clenched around his cock feeling him throb and ache. His smooth shaft triggered every nerve ending alive.

It was all her will power to open her eyes, looking up at him. Her legs were in the air, either side of him… as he slammed into her over and over again. Her breasts heaved with the motion, this felt soooo good. She urged him on… “fuck me baby, fuck me harder”… it was all he needed. As he slammed into her harder, balls slapping off her, she convulsed, she spasmed. She exploded as she had wanted to do for weeks… she tightened around him, wave after wave as the thrusts continued… she flushed… she gripped the bed frame hard.

Then she felt it. The unmistakable sensation of him reaching the point. She looked up, he closed his eyes. With one more deep thrust, impaling her on his shaft, the explosion. A warm rush overcame her, the pulsing spurting sensation deep inside, sliding along all sides of her pussy. He groaned, she pulsed around his cock. As Shane slowed, she felt a further rush, the rush of mixed juice’s from his cock, mixed with the cascade of passion from deep within her.

He collapsed on top of her, pressing her sensitive nipples against him, tongue and mouth flicking around her neck as she squeezed him tightly between her warm thighs. Breathing hard in time with Shane.

They were back.

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Of course, our three-way in the living room wasn’t the end of our day by any means. Christi and Jenny had been apart for three long weeks, and I was still trying to become accustomed to having access to such an abundance of sex all at once. The girls thoroughly renewed their oral acquaintances, and I just literally filled in every chance I got. What a day!

Finally, after having more sex in a partial day than most married people have in a month, we were all three ready to retire. Christi went to her room, I went to mine, and Jenny decided to spend the night in Mom’s bedroom. Mom and Jenny were very close even considering the fact that they were sisters so it was not uncommon for Jenny to spend the night.

I suppose our sexual fatigue caused all of us to sleep later than usual the next morning. About mid-morning Christi slipped into my room and shook me awake.

“Let’s bring Aunt Jen some coffee in bed, Danny. She shouldn’t be sleeping if we aren’t. Right?”

I agreed so I crawled out of bed and followed my sister to the kitchen. We brewed a pot of coffee, and put the carafe of hot liquid on a tray with some cups and headed for Mom’s bedroom. We had previously decided to sneak into the room, and awaken her with a naughty gesture like blowing in her ear or tweaking one of her nipples.

Upon arriving at the bedroom door we stopped and eased open the door. Christi almost dropped the tray she was carrying. We could neither believe our eyes. Mom and Jenny were in a 69 position lapping at each other’s pussy ardently and passionately. The bedcovers were off the bed, and both women were stark naked. They were so enrapt in their sucking and poking that they were totally unaware of our presence. We waited, but not patiently.

The action on the bed was beginning to arouse me, and when I looked over at Christi I noticed she was breathing harder as well. She gently set the tray on the dresser top careful not to make any noise. She nudged me in the side with an elbow, and then surprisingly dropped her hand and felt my rising cock. She squeezed it and smiled at me, but certainly not like a sister to a brother. My pecker immediately filled her hand. She squeezed again only a little harder this time and a little longer.

We watched our mother and our aunt eventually bring each other to very animated and vocal orgasms. As soon as Jenny rolled off of Mom . . .

“Good morning, Ladies,” Christi said in a clear and strong voice. “How would you like your coffee this morning?”

“Oh my God,” Mom gasped.

“Oh shit,” was Jenny’s response.

Mom tried first to cover herself with her arms and hands, but she was just too much woman for that effort to work. She threw herself face down on the bed and began to cry.

Jenny very calmly positioned herself cross-legged campfire style on the bed. That wicked gleam was back in her eyes, and the smile on her face was nothing short of precious.

“Hey, hey you guys,” I said loud enough to be heard over the commotion taking place. “Relax. Everything is cool. Okay?”

Mom was still lying face down on the bed undoubtedly wishing bahis siteleri she was anywhere else but in this bedroom at this moment. Jenny on the other hand was elated by the turn of events. The expression on her lovely face was evidence of that fact.

“Come on, Mitzi,” Jenny pleaded using Mom’s given name. “There’s no harm done here. We can all finally relax knowing where we all fit into the picture around here. I’m tired of keeping secrets, and I know we will all be happier now that everything is out in the open.”

“Hey, Mom,” Christi said as she reached over and lifted the coffee tray from the dresser top. “I’m glad to see you have some other source for your sexual needs other than that creep Danny calls Mr. Whenever.” She came over to the bed with the tray. “Here gang,” she continued, “let’s all have some coffee and talk about these new developments.”

“That’s a good idea,” Danny breathed a sigh of relief as things seemed to be calming down. Mom was still face down on the bed. Jenny was still in her campfire stance, but she was now softly stroking Mitzi’s back trying to calm here as much as she could.

“Come on Mom,” Christi urged as she extended a cup of hot coffee toward her mother. “Let’s take a coffee break, and then we can regroup and see what needs to be done. Okay?”

“I don’t want you kids to see my old woman body this way,” Mitzi said weakly trying to conceal her sobbing. “I’m so ashamed.”

“Listen, girl,” Jenny said addressing her sister. “You are the only person in this room who has not had sexual relations with every other person in this room. That’s right. Of course, I am the leader of the pack. You and I have been having sex since high school. Christi and I started our relationship the summer she graduated high school and me and lover boy here got together about three months ago. Just this weekend your daughter surrendered her virginity to her brother, and the two of them have improved my sex life ten times over. There’s no shame here for anybody; especially you.”

“Come on, Mom.” I pleaded as I gently lifted her from her shielded position. As soon as she realized her front side was exposed, she quickly clutched me and pressed her body against mine. I had dreamed about this for years, and the most natural of all reactions began to occur. I not only had a full erection, but the beast was poking its head out the fly of my pajamas.

“Well Mom,” Christi chirped gleefully, “I don’t think Danny looks upon

your body as one that should be placed in the old woman class. Do you?” As Mitzi turned to look at her daughter, Christi motioned with her head toward Danny’s fully exposed hard on.

“Good gracious,” Mitzi exclaimed. “It’s enormous, Danny.”

“Thanks,” was all I could think of to say.

The entire room laughed, and the tension seemed to be breaking.

“Touch it,” Jenny said urging her sister to relax and get with the program. “Come on. You know you have wondered and wanted to see how your son was growing up. You’ll never have a better chance than right now.”

“Oh, I couldn’t possibly; especially canlı bahis siteleri with everyone around,” Mitzi argued.

Jenny broke out of her campfire pose and crawled over to where they were sitting. She leaned forward and took Danny’s cock in her mouth and sucked on it vigorously. Then she sat back and motioned for Christi to do the same thing. Christi obliged most willingly.

Mitzi was in mild shock at the actions of her daughter and sister, but she was not about to let them know it. She reached down with a trembling hand and gently touched the throbbing cock. She jerked her hand away instantly.

“Kiss it, Mitzi,” Jenny hissed. “You don’t want to be left out, do you?”

Mitzi hesitated, but then she slowly eased forward from her kneeling position, and with one hand on Danny’s stiff tool she leaned down and stuck her tongue against its swollen head. In doing so she was now on her knees with her crotch fully exposed from behind. Christi caught her aunt’s gesture just as Mitzi slid her mouth over Danny’s cock. At the same time Christi gently slid two fingers along the length of her mother’s wet, swollen pussy.

Mitzi’s first reaction was to withdraw, but then she reconsidered and continued her caressing of the rigid tool before her. Christi continued her fondling of her mother’s crotch by using two fingers to massage the soft, wet flesh. Mitzi moaned with pleasure, and proceeded to take on more of Danny’s cock.

Jenny sat watching the festivities, but she was getting both jealous and horny. She maneuvered Christi into an all fours position without disturbing her attention to momma’s snatch. Her next move caught both kids by surprise. She opened the bedside table’s top drawer and removed a strap on dildo. It was black in color and probably 7 or 8 inches long. She donned the apparatus expertly, and without delay she approached her niece’s rear.

She rubbed the dildo up and down Christi’s valley for lubrication, and then with no undue caution guided the instrument of pleasure into Christi’s asshole. The introduction of the artificial but imposing tool buried deep in Christi’s asshole brought on invigorating sensations that inspired her to new heights. She added two fingers to the two already in Mom’s pussy, and she leaned down to where her mouth could reach a new pussy for her – Mom’s.

She latched on to Mom’s swollen clitoris with her lips, and sucked it into her mouth where she massaged it vigorously with her tongue. Mom was really on fire by now. She was taking dangerously deep strokes on the cock in her mouth, and she was encouraging the fingers and mouth at her snatch.

An impartial observer would have sworn the younger woman was fisting the older woman. In Mom’s present state of mind and level of passion, she would probably have welcomed the extreme penetration.

Jenny was pounding away at Christi’s asshole with a devotion to be admired; Mom (Mitzi) was obviously shedding her reservations and seriously sucking Danny’s cock. One by one this family succumbed to the ecstasy of orgasm. Everyone but Jenny, that is. She had been a tool güvenilir bahis operator and an observer. But Jenny was not to be denied. As soon as the others disengaged from their sex partner, Jenny reminded them of her exclusion from the orgy.

“Hey, you guys. You’ve had your fun, but I have a very lonely pussy, and mouth as well, begging for attention, Am I going to get any help from my beloved family?”

A situation like this took no special planning or strategy. I took one of my aunt’s breasts in my mouth and gently eased her back onto the mattress where she immediately, without coaching, spread her legs. I took a familiar position between her legs and inserted my once again swollen cock into her wet pussy. While I was doing this, Christi carefully straddled Jenny’s upper body and lowered her dripping pussy onto her waiting mouth. We were deeply engrossed in the event of the moment so Mom was able to make her entrance without much notice.

She swung a leg over her sister’s body facing in my direction. She waddled up close to me where I was pumping away at Jenny’s crotch.

“I sucked yours, Sonny; now you suck mine.”

A well mannered son never questions his mother’s wishes so I disengaged from my aunt’s pussy and rolled off to the side bringing my mother with me. My abrupt movement startled Mom at first, but by the time we were apart from the other two women she was giggling like a school girl. That is, of course, until she felt my rock hard manhood slide into her pussy.

“Oh God, Danny,” she sighed with obvious pleasure, “that feels terrific. You’ve certainly grown considerably since the last time I gave you a bath,” she chuckled warmly as she enjoyed the pleasure of my cock probing the depths of her vagina.

“I’ve not only grown since then, Mom, but I’ve learned to do many things since then thanks a lot to Aunt Jenny; and to Christi now.” I did not once break my rhythm as we talked, and Mom’s response to my penetration clearly convinced me that she was immensely aroused. She was breathing much harder now, and the vocalization brought on by her impending orgasm was definitely sexually inspiring to me.

After a spellbinding climatic conclusion to our coupling, we lay intertwined next to our other two bed partners as they continued their very animated butt fucking activities. It sounded like they were both on the verge of orgasmic splendor so Mom and I lay oblivious to their presence, and fondled each other as though this was all a dream. I was caressing Mom’s breasts and nibbling on her nipples while she was pumping my limp cock in slow motion.

“I think it’s time for me to give you a bath just to show you how much more mature and wiser I have become. I want to eat your pussy, and I want you to suck my cock. We’ll let things develop from there as we see fit. Sound good?”

“You’re completely in charge, Mister. I definitely want a lot more of what you’ve given me so far, and I’m sure I will not object to anything else you have in mind. I’ll start the bath water.”

As soon as Mom disappeared into the bath room, Christi swung around to where she could grab my limp dick and stick it in her mouth. Aunt Jenny disengaged the strap on from Christi’s asshole, removed the apparatus, and positioned herself straddle-legged over my face. I had no choice.

I’m up to this type family bonding at anytime. You should have been there.

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This story is about an affair. So if you don’t think you can find anything remotely erotic about the possibility, stop reading now. This was meant for enjoyment. If your not enjoying it, stop reading it. I don’t need to hear about how it offends your morality. It is a fantasy, which, last time I checked were still safe.

“Hi, I’m just leaving now, what time will you get in?”

“Probably around 6 o’clock. I have rental waiting and should be at the hotel by 6:30. What time will you be getting in?”

“About 4. I am so excited I can’t even stand it. I hope I don’t crash the car driving like a maniac. But I should go now…call my room as soon as you get in ok?”

“Ok…I can’t wait to see you either. Drive safely.”

“I will.” After a long silence Cynthia said “Bye Tyler, see you soon.” and hung up. She already had her stuff together. She had said her goodbyes the night before and nobody was home now to say goodbye to. She hopped in her car and headed for coffee and gas at the corner before hitting the highway for what would seem like the longest drive she would ever take.

Cynthia had been thinking about this trip for about a year now. She was anticipating the meeting and every time she thought about it her body would heat up sending the feeling of fire ants from her core out to the tip of every extremity. Her body wanted him in the worst way and had for a very long time. He had seduced her mind and everything about this man was pulling her toward this meeting.

Cynthia had made arrangements to attend an annual convention in New York for 4 days. She had also made arrangements with Tyler to meet him there. They’d been communicating online for over a year now and had become very close. This meeting was the wildly anticipated next step in their relationship. Although they were curious about each other it was more than that that they looked forward to. They both needed to touch, feel, smell the person they had been craving and dreaming about for so long.

Just like clockwork Cynthia arrived at 4 o’clock. She would’ve been later if she bothered to stop for anything other then one fill-up of gas. After checking in, she went straight to her room. The other girls hadn’t arrived yet. So she picked her bed and started to put her stuff away.

She hopped in the shower. The heat from the rainfall of water was cleansing more than her body. She had felt so tense for the past week, but now it was beginning to ebb. She was relaxing, finally.

After drying herself off, Cynthia got dressed. Her outfit was typical. She thought about trying to get all dressed up for their first encounter but decided that he should meet her the way she really is. Not all made up and fake. So on went the black pants and black t-shirt, a little bit of makeup and one squirt of perfume. She sat on the edge of the bed waiting, twisting her hair.

It was 5:50 when Jessica arrived and 6:00 when the other two women she would be sharing her room with arrived.

“So Cynthia, what are your plans for tonight? We’re going to go over to the Marx for dinner – wanna come?” They were all grabbing their purses and keys.

“No thanks, I think I’ll just eat down in the restaurant here or go over to the strip and eat. Don’t worry about me, I’m good.” Cynthia smiled her best and they seemed to buy it. They left with no fuss.

“Hello?” Cynthia said very casually. bahis siteleri

“Hi, I’m here.” Tyler was quiet. There was a long silence before she spoke.

“How long do you need before I can see you?” Cynthia spoke with a confidence and strength she never knew was hidden inside of her. She didn’t feel nervous at all. Her heart was pounding and her legs were trembling but she didn’t feel scared or nervous, just anxious.

“Can you give me half an hour. I want to shower. Did you eat?” Tyler was still quiet. He seemed timid. Now Cynthia was beginning to get nervous.

“Half an hour is fine and no I didn’t eat. I’ll come to your room when you’re ready and then we can go for dinner if you want.”

“Okay I’ll call you in a bit.”

“K, bye” and Cynthia hung up the phone. Her over-analytical mind was about to pick their conversation apart but she stopped herself. She calmed down and sat back on the edge of the bed. Trying to control her breathing she sat very still with her legs crossed, her eyes closed and her hands in her lap. It felt like only a minute had passed when she was again startled by the phone.

“Hello?”

“Ok, I’m in room 605.”

“Ok do me a favour? When I come to the door could you please keep your eyes closed? I’ll close mine too but I would like to see you see me at the same time. Does that sound weird?”

“Not at all. Whatever you wish. Just get up here.” Tyler’s tone was somewhat lighter now and that put Cynthia at ease. She checked herself out one more time and grabbed her purse and key and turned off the lights. She slowly padded her way to the elevator. She was breathing slowly as she got on and pushed the number 6 button. When the elevator doors opened she took a deep breath and forced herself to step off. She turned and read the sign for which direction his room was in. Slowly she walked toward his room. The hall seemed so long. Standing to one side so he couldn’t see her through the peep hole she knocked lightly on his door.

Tyler started to open the door. “Wait, Tyler. Close your eyes.”

“They are closed, baby. Come in here.” He reached for her hand.

Cynthia took it and stepped in the door with her eyes closed. She moved to let the door close again behind her. She reached out for his other hand and he for hers. Now she was nervous. She was trembling.

“Tyler, are your eyes still closed?”

“Yes, are yours?”

“Yes.”

Cynthia said nothing but dropped her purse out of the way. She was standing so close to him. She wanted to see him and keeping her eyes closed was killing her. She took both of his hands and put them on either side of her face. She stepped close enough to feel the heat from his body but did not make contact.

“I want you to feel what I look like so don’t open your eyes until I say. Can you do that?”

“Whatever you want.” Tyler seemed more comfortable now.

Tyler began feeling the contours of Cynthia’s face; the smoothness of her forehead and her soft hair line. He traced his fingers around her eyebrows and over her eyes and could feel that her eyes were closed. Then he traced her cheek bones and out to her earlobes, pierced. He felt along her jawbone to her chin, smiling as he felt a few of her tiny whiskers and remembered the complaining she did about them. Then he felt for the bridge of her nose and where it met her upper lip. canlı bahis siteleri

It was hard for Tyler to get his mind to jive with his memory of Cynthia’s face from all her pictures. The sensation of actually touching her and being in the same space as her was clouding his memory. He forgot that she had freckles on her nose. And as he touched her lip beneath her nose he forgot she had a mole there.

Tyler’s touch was so gentle; Cynthia was getting goose bumps. He traced around her upper lip to the edges and down around her lower lip. She opened her mouth to exhale; he could smell her breath. He continued to trace down the front of her pointy chin to her neck. She unzipped her sweatshirt as his palms slid down her décolleté. Her lust for him was making her blush and he could feel the heat.

Cynthia needed to touch Tyler, too. She reached for his face. Gently as though the sensation burned her fingertips she felt that his eyes were closed. She carried on up to his forehead and pushed her fingers into his thick hair, moving slowly up and over the top of his head down to the back of his neck and out to either side of his face.

Tyler’s fingers traced the lacy edge of Cynthia’s white eyelet bra and she exhaled.

Cynthia used her thumbs to feel the placement of Tyler lips, so soft and smooth. She rose on her toes and moved her face closer to his. She was breathing in his breath now as her lips lightly touched his; brushing them back and forth feeling their warmth against hers. With the slightest touch of her tongue she investigated the shape of his lips. Then she kissed him. Softly at first and then firmly. He opened to greet her curious tongue. Losing her balance she fell against him forcing him to put his hands on her waist. Their kissing became more aggressive now. Their tongues twisting and turning in their mouths trying to get deeper and deeper inside of each other.

Tyler pulled Cynthia closer and she could feel his penis hard against her. His hands moved to the small of her back under her shirt. Enjoying the softness of her skin he explored her back and unfastened her bra.

Cynthia pressed into his aching cock, her breasts crushed against his chest. Still she wanted to be closer.

“Open your eyes,” Cynthia whispered into his mouth.

A rush of heat ran through Tyler’s body as Cynthia spoke and he spun her around and pulled her against him. She gasped at the sudden change almost losing her balance. From behind her his hands began to explore her body further. His face buried in her neck, the smell of her hair and perfume enchanting him. He was moving on instinct now not out of curiosity. He knew enough about her now to know what he wanted.

“Don’t open your eyes yet. Not until I say.” Tyler was commanding.

Cynthia nodded, barely able to catch her breath. Tyler slid his hands from her waist to her stomach and slowly and deliberately made his way up to her breasts. He could feel her breathing quickening under her ribs. He slid his hands under her bra and gently cupped her small breasts in his big hands.

Cynthia leaned her head back onto his shoulder and pressed her bum into his crotch. She put her hands behind her attempting to unfasten his pants.

Tyler rolled her nipples between his fingers and sucked at her neck.

Cynthia shivered. Her mouth watering and her heart pounding, güvenilir bahis she fought harder with his pants, finding it hard to concentrate.

Tyler squeezed and toyed with Cynthia’s breasts. She was squirming with the wetness that was practically dripping from her pussy while her ass ground into him harder. Her movements were almost frantic as her need for more of him was driving her almost mad. She flinched when he spoke.

“God you feel so good, Cynthia. But slow down baby, there’s lots of time. Slow down.” Tyler’s voice was so quiet and soothing she felt her body respond to it. Taking deeper more controlled breaths she slowed herself down. With very calculated movements she finished undoing his pants and could finally reach in and feel him hot in her hand. Tyler moaned into her neck sending shivers through her body. She cupped his balls and squeezed and tugged at them very slowly and very gently. She rested her head on his shoulder again as she calmed down.

Tyler abandoned Cynthia’s breasts as he slid his hands down her stomach and inside her pants. He soon discovered just how aroused she was as his fingers became slick with her juices. He quickly slid his fingers into the slippery folds of her lips. From her tight little rosebud up to her clit, his fingers enjoyed her, but slowly…painfully slow. He pulled her closer to him and she ground her ass into his crotch while rotating her hips.

Cynthia took hold of his cock and stroked the entire length of him, all in the same rhythm of her hips.

Slowly.

Tyler could feel her climbing again. He put his fingers to his mouth to sample her taste. He moaned his satisfaction as he licked his fingers. Hearing this caused her to speed up her pace a little. His other hand began softly circling her clit. She was using this sensation with her own motion to escalate her orgasm. She could feel the tension travelling up her legs; her skin was burning; her breathing deep and her jaw clenched. So too was her hand on his cock and the slow controlled stroking was getting faster. Tyler was rocking with her now.

“Oh my god,” Cynthia said. “I’m gonna cum.” Her voice was so small and quiet Tyler shivered. His arousal had been deepened by her voice’s tenderness. His forehead pushed against her back, his heart pounding. His jaw clenched and it was everything he could do not to rip her pants off and pound into her.

Tyler slipped his fingers inside of her and with his other hand stroked her clit faster. Cynthia’s moaning became almost whimpering as she came closer, both of them moving in a dance of rotation. Every motion causing fingers to go deeper or strokes to go longer.

“Oh Tyler I’m cumming.”

Tyler could feel the sperm rising up from his balls as Cynthia’s words seemed to fuel is orgasm. She pushed against him and became stiff as a board as she came with a slight yell. She was panting and softening but he did not stop. His hands completely coated in her creamy delight and the smell of her sex filled the air; his senses were overloading and with one more stroke he came. He gripped tightly on her pussy and grunted as the orgasm crashed through is body.

They stood there in a sort of embrace. His hand in her pants, hers in his. Panting. Not wanting to let go as the waves of orgasm diminished in them.

Cynthia slowly turned around to face Tyler with her eyes wide open and noticed his, too, were open now. He smiled and she smiled and they stood staring at each other for while. Looking up and down but neither of them adjusting their attire.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You hungry?” He smiled.

She looked down at his pants.

“You have no idea.”

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Dear Readers and Followers,

I know it has been a few months since I last posted anything—this past semester has been a real bitch insofar as reading material and writing papers is concerned—so I want to thank you for your diligence in awaiting this new piece. Just a short continuation of a previous work as I gear myself toward larger projects.

Enjoy.

Sexually speaking, the past two months of Stacy Bandersnatch’s life were the most fulfilling she had ever experienced. She had been fucking her brother, Chuck, two or three times a day every day since the Fourth of July, and her pussy couldn’t have been happier. She still found time to masturbate a few times a week, but for the most part, with a little guidance from Stacy, Chuck had become quite the accomplished lover. Still, that was then, and this is now.

For some reason, Chuck and his friends got a wild hair up their asses and decided to join Habitat for Humanity. They would be gone out of state for one month building houses for those less fortunate than they. Stacy did not hate Chuck for this; she actually applauded his efforts and was surprised at his show of maturity, but her pussy was once again beginning to feel neglected, and she needed more than the dildo her mother had purchased for her could provide.

One particular day, Stacy had swept and mopped the kitchen, vacuumed the living room, washed clothes, and had prepared a lasagna that was even now slow-baking in the oven (THIS IS FOR YOU, OZ!!!), so she decided to lay in the sun before her parents got home. She walked out wearing her skimpiest bikini but removed her top as she took her place upon a chaise lounge. The sun felt good against her skin. Especially thrilling were the intervals of heat and cool as the wind caressed her nipples, making them rigid. She pinched one, and as a current of electric pleasure flitted through her body and rested at her clit, she was immediately reminded of her continuously increasing state of horniness. Immediately thereafter, though, there was an ominous feeling that she was being watched.

Stacy made to give the appearance of stretching. She raised her arms while simultaneously moving her head from left to right, and out of the corner of her eye she spotted her father, watching her from his bedroom on the second floor of the house. A small smile came to her lips as the thought of her daddy taking Chuck’s place entered her mind. She slowly slid a hand from her breasts down her stomach and finally inside of her bikini bottom, where she began to slowly masturbate to this fantasy. She peeked to ensure he was still watching, which drove her to orgasm. She removed her fingers and brought them to her mouth, where she licked them clean. She looked up again to see her father was nowhere to be seen.

Relegating herself to the thought that it just wasn’t meant to be, she was somewhat startled when the sliding glass doors that led from the house to the patio were thrust open. She looked over to see her father in a speedo, erection at full mast, carrying two Michelob Lights. As Karl Bandersnatch approached, illegal bahis he said, “Hi, honey. Sure is hot out today, huh?”

“I’m just burning up,” Stacy responded as the forefinger from one hand found its way into her mouth while her other hand rested comfortably on her tanned belly. She made no action to cover her naked breasts.

“Well, I brought you a beer,” Karl said as he held one out to her.

“You know I can’t have any alcohol while on probation, Daddy.”

“It’ll be our secret,” Karl said to her. “Go ahead. Take it. You’ve been a good girl these past three months. You deserve it.”

Stacy reached for the beer and guzzled its contents without stopping. “Oh God, that tastes good.” A burp, an “Excuse me,” then, “May I have another, Daddy?”

“Here, take mine,” Karl offered, and she did. “You know, you should have some kind of tanning lotion on. You might burn.”

“Would you put it on me?” Stacy asked.

“A-Are you sure?”

Stacy jutted her breasts forward the tiniest of bits, but it was enough to let Karl know he had the green light, so he emptied a liberal amount of lotion into an open palm, rubbed his hands together, then moved to rub them on his daughter’s breasts, but he stopped mere inches away. “Go ahead, Daddy,” Stacy said in urging him on, so he complied. “Ohhhh,” Stacy softly moaned as her father’s palms settled upon her nipples.

He allowed them to rest there for a few seconds, then he began massaging her breasts with his lubricated hands. Her breasts were a bit smaller than Maranda’s, his wife’s, but they were much more firm and the nipples more receptive to his touch. His cock throbbed as he continued to rub the suntan lotion into his daughter’s naked breasts. “Mmmm, this coconut smalls good.”

“Taste it,” Stacy said to him. Karl made to move a finger to his mouth, but Stacy cut him off short. “Not that way, silly. Here.” She grabbed his head and guided his mouth to her right nipple. They moaned in unison. With one hand, Stacy held her father’s head to her bosom, but with the other, she began to lightly stroke his cock through his speedo. Karl had no trouble taking this cue to move his free hand to between his daughter’s legs where he lightly massaged her pussy. “Oh, Daddy. I’m so fucking horny. Eat me. Eat my pussy, Daddy.”

Karl slithered down and removed his daughter’s bikini bottom and just stared at her pussy. “Oh, baby. That’s the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“And it’s all yours, Daddy.”

Karl immersed his face in his daughter’s pussy and began to do things to her that Chuck’s inexperienced mouth had not yet learned. Needless to say, she came in no time, and her pussy had been so neglected that her orgasms were coming at regular intervals, which neither she nor Karl had a problem with.

“I need you to fuck me, Daddy,” Stacy, out of breath, finally said. “Fuck me the way Mommy won’t let you fuck her.”

“Oh, Christ!” Karl exclaimed as he stood, and as his speedo dropped, Stacy’s legs rose. He positioned his cock at the opening of casino siteleri her labia, then asked, “Are you sure, baby?”

“I need it, Daddy. Please.” This was all the motivation Karl needed. He slid his cock into his daughter’s wet, creamy pussy and began to fuck her unmercifully. “Yes! That’s it. This is the cock I’ve been waiting for. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me like I’m a whore.”

“Oh, God-damn!” Karl shouted as he repositioned her on the chaise to where she was damn near bent over double, then he continued his assault on his daughter’s pussy. He fucked her as hard and fast as he could, and five minutes later he announced, “Oh, damn, baby. I’m going to cum.”

“Cum inside of me, Daddy. Please. I need to feel your cum inside of me.”

“Holy mother of God!” Karl shouted, then unloaded himself inside of his daughter’s pussy. He kept thrusting, though, albeit slower and more deliberately, but it took him another five minutes to come to a complete stop, which didn’t hurt Stacy’s feelings one bit as she was able to get two more orgasms out of it. Finally, she pulled him down and kissed him on the mouth. Karl was a bit surprised at this, and it showed in his kiss. He said, “Was it good for you, baby?”

“Oh, Daddy. How did Chuck put it the first time he and I had sex? Oh, yes: It was the fuck of a lifetime. You were great. Don’t worry.”

“You … fucked your brother?”

“Yes, and now I fucked you, and I don’t regret either one.” She looked into his eyes. “Do you regret it, Daddy?”

“Uh … No. Of course not.” He picked up Stacy’s phone and looked at the time. “Your mother will be home soon. Better get cleaned up.” He stood, grabbed the beer bottles, and drained the contents of the second one as he made his way back into the house. Following his cue, Stacy made her way to her bathroom to bathe.

Maranda was home by the time Stacy returned downstairs. She told her mother to go rest while she fixed everyone a salad and some garlic bread (for you again, Oz), and fifteen minutes later they were eating. Once dinner was over, Karl told his wife to go on upstairs and take a nice, long, relaxing bath, that he would take care of dishes. “I’ll help,” Stacy said, and joined her father at the kitchen sink. As they began the task of washing and rinsing, Stacy asked, “Are you cool with everything?”

“I just have to wonder if this would have happened if Chuck hadn’t gone away like he did.”

“Well, it did happen, Daddy. Can’t that be enough?” When Karl did not immediately respond, Stacy said, “Look: It shouldn’t matter.”

“Do I …”

“What?”

“Once Chuck returns, is it over between us?”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” Stacy asked, then rubbed her daddy’s shoulders. “You can have me anytime you like.”

“Now?”

“Well, Mama is upstairs.”

Karl hoisted his daughter onto the counter and pulled her shorts from her, and was a bit surprised to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He dropped his own shorts and entered her with ease, so lubricated had her pussy been poker siteleri with cum. “So sweet,” Karl whispered. “So young and tight.”

“I love the way your cock feels inside of me,” Stacy whispered. Chucks was a good seven inches, but her daddy’s was at least eight, and was as plump as a smoked sausage. “See the way you make me cum?”

“Oh, baby,” Karl whispered, then his knees buckled as he came inside her yet again.

Stacy left her mom and dad to the downstairs TV, choosing to stay in her room, as usual. She fell asleep around ten, but was up again at two. A thought came into her mind, and she chose to act upon it. She stealthily made her way into her parents’ room, then very carefully pulled her father’s cock from his underwear. She began to suck it and delighted in the feel of it growing and hardening in her mouth. What was even more exciting, however, was the idea that her mother could catch her at any given moment. She began to masturbate as she blew her father, and after his breathing became more labored, he finally awoke to see what was going on.

“Stop,” he barely whispered, but Stacy didn’t. Even when he attempted to pull himself from her mouth, she latched on and wouldn’t let go. Finally, Karl gave up and allowed his daughter to suck him off, which took all of ten minutes.

When she finished, she whispered in his ear, “You taste good, Daddy. Now, why don’t you come in my room in a few hours and wake me up the same way?” Then, without awaiting a response, she turned and left.

Much to her dismay, Karl did not reciprocate; yet, she was more than happy when he called in to work later that morning to take a sick day.

Karl and Stacy had spent the whole afternoon fucking. Neither could get their fill of the other, especially when Stacy announced that she wanted him to fuck her in the ass. This opened up a whole new avenue of pleasure for them both, and they mired themselves into it happily. Karl told her that he could not do this every day, but he was glad he could do it with her this day. Tomorrow, however, it was back to work, back to business as usual, and they would just have to find the time to see each other, even if it meant him sneaking into her room as she requested.

Thus it went for the next week or so, and then Chuck returned. Stacy made her father promise to not say anything to Chuck. She thought it best that Chuck just never know of the relationship his sister and father carried on, and Karl agreed. Stacy also talked with Chuck and limited their time to days only, when their parents were at work. “There’s no sense in us tempting the fates and getting caught,” she said in way of explanation, and Chuck agreed. What this really accomplished, however, was for her to be with her brother during the day and her father at night. Stacy could fuck herself silly around the clock now, and that’s exactly what she intended to do.

A solid month in and it was all going so well, so fucking well, but her own carelessness, coupled with that of her brother and father, brought the great axe of profundity swinging wildly and ready to cleave heads. Stacy looked at the EPT, the third one in as many days, and shook her head as she not only had to accept the fact that she was pregnant, but that she had to accept that her pregnancy was brought on by either her father or her brother.

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I had been sentenced to community service for a stupid bar fight I had allowed myself to get drug into. My options had been extremely limited: pick up trash from the side of the road or help with a community construction project. Despite a total lack of any skills that would be considered useful on a construction site, I had opted for that rather than litter clean up.

I showed up at the site and checked in with the foreman. Shaking his head at my total lack of helpful skills, he assigned me to errand running, basic heavy lifting and general area clean up. Despite my best efforts to avoid police call detail, I was stuck on it anyway.

So, there I was, hauling heavy sheets of drywall, covered in dirt and dust, when I first saw you. With your short, hot pink hair and eyebrow piercing, you were so different from the other conservative, up tight assholes in this community. And you were beautiful.

Your eyes caught mine as you turned. You gave me the once over, quickly sizing me up in a single glance. I guess you liked what you saw because you gave me a sultry smile and a wink. Then you turned and walked away. I shifted uncomfortably at the sudden tightness of my jeans and returned to work.

An hour later, I was lounging under an old tree, enjoying the meager shade it provided. I wiped a trickle of sweat from my face and looked up as a new shadow fell over me. Once again, our eyes met and you smiled. You tossed me a cold bottle of water as you sat beside me.

We didn’t talk much. Actually, nothing at all was said. We sat there, in comfortable silence, for a while before you stood, placing your hand on my thigh as you did so. A gentle squeeze and then you were gone.

The day drew to a close and I saw you again, this time hugging and kissing a man. He must have been your husband by the rings on your hands. But as you hugged him, your eyes met bedava bahis mine again. Another smile and wink from you left me laughing to myself.

The next dat was much the same as the first, except that I arrived a couple hours late. The foreman threatened not to sign off on my sheet for the day which would have meant more time at the site. I offered, instead, to stay late to make up the time. He was not happy with this but agreed.

I went about my day, hoping to catch your eye again. But other than fleeting glimpses, I had no luck. The end of the day slowly arrived and I went to the foreman who was getting ready to leave. I was informed that someone else would keep an eye on me as he slammed his car door in my face.

Shrugging, I went to work. Hauling crap out to the dumpster, I was surprised to see you leaning against a wall and smiling that enigmatic smile of yours. Without saying a word, you helped me with my work. It wasn’t long before the entire site was deserted, empty of everyone but you and me.

You smiled at me again and beckoned me to follow you. With another shrug as I brushed my long hair back out of my eyes, I followed. You led me well into the half completed building. Five minutes of wandering left us in a secluded spot well away from public view.

Looking around, I saw you had come prepared. A thick blanket had been laid out, covering the dirty floor. I looked over at you and you pulled me into your arms, kissing me deeply, your tongue dancing in my mouth. Your hands began to rip my ragged shirt off of my body. As my chest became exposed and my now useless shirt hit the ground, you lowered your head and bit my chest before taking a nipple into your mouth.

Then you dropped to your knees, making quick work of my belt buckle and button up fly. My stiff cock fell out and you were very pleased to see that I was casino siteleri going commando. You wasted no time taking me into your mouth, your tongue sliding down my length and your teeth softly grazing my sensitive skin.

I wrapped my fingers into your brightly colored hair as tightly as its short length would allow. I gently guided you in, allowing you to set the pace as you expertly massaged me with your mouth. Your tongue and lips slid along my shaft, licking and sucking my sack into your mouth.

You felt my body begin to tense. Felt the twitching in my muscles that heralded my imminent climax. Biting back a groan, I pulled you in tighter as I erupted unto your mouth. You moaned happily as you swallowed my load, stroking and squeezing to get every last drop.

I pulled you to your feet, removing your clothing as I went, albeit with a lot more care than you had shown towards mine. I pulled one of your legs up as I knelt down, resting it on my shoulder. You were forced to brace yourself against a support beam as my tongue hit your clit and a shock ran through you, feeling as if a live wire were touching your skin.

As my tongue lashed your clit and pussy, my fingers slid in and you moaned loudly. One of your hands grabbed my hair, urging me in deeper and deeper, and your other hand grasped the beam just above your head. You threw back your head and moaned even louder as your orgasm burned its way through your body.

You practically melted into me, laying down on the floor, limply. Expecting me to finally slide myself in, you were surprised when I slid my tongue back into you. You tried to pull me up but you were interrupted when yet another orgasm tore through you. You kept trying to pull me up and I kept resisting until, finally, you begged me to fuck you.

I moved up, kissing your body, licking and sucking your nipples bahis siteleri until I reached your lips. You tasted yourself on my lips and loved it. And then I slammed my way into you. Having taken control, I chose to retain it. I didn’t let you catch your breath, hammering away until you came once again.

Your nails dug into my back and you bit into my shoulder, shuddering as orgasm after orgasm ripped through you. And then I pulled out, allowing you a moment to try and catch your breath. Then I surprised you once more. I turned you over with a smile.

Resting on your knees, you reached out and grabbed the support beam that you had so recently depended on for balance. Refusing to rest on your hands and knees, you leaned into the beam as I slid in behind you. But instead of sliding back into your pussy, I plunged deeply into your ass.

You gasped in surprise which quickly became a moan of pleasure. I thrust into you, again and again. One of my hands reached around to massage your perfect breasts while the other dipped down to fondle your dripping pussy and clit. Your moans turned into grunts which became one protracted scream of pleasure as an orgasm tore its way free from you.

Your thrashing and clenching proved too much for me. I began to pull out but you begged me not to, begged me to cum inside you. Unable to deny you, I let myself erupt. The explosion within set you off once again.

We struggled to our feet, gasping for breath. You pulled me into you and kissed me again. A voice was calling and we quickly began to get dressed. Expecting to be discovered by your husband, I was relieved when a woman stumbled upon us getting dressed.

She took one look at us, shock quickly replaced by a blush. You laughed and beckoned her over. Never once taking her eyes off of me, she approached you. She blushed again when you pulled her into a deep kiss as passionate as the one we had just shared. She resisted only for a moment before she returned the ardor.

I watched, stunned and aroused. Then you turned and smiled at me. With another wink, you began to walk away as you told me, “Maybe next time…”

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