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Ms. Small

Someone kicked Robert Crane under the table. He snapped out of his trip down Memory Lane and looked around the restaurant table. The eleven people, including himself, were neighbors and this was the first outing of their newly formed dinner club.

He had been recalling special times he’d had with some of them, such as Roxanne and Brad Bullock on his right, his fuck buddies because the husband liked to watch his wife having sex with Robert. She hadn’t kicked him because she and Brad were engaged in conversation with Darrell and Maude Burke on their other side. Nor was it Kara Brown across the table from Robert because she was too far away. She and her hubby, Don, were his movie stars because they liked him to video them having sex, after which she usually gave Robert oral relief.

Next to Kara was Robert’s wife, Joan, talking to Kara. The two had become good friends, although the film business was kept secret from the Mrs. So, she hadn’t kicked her husband.

“That was me,” Peg Small, on his left, admitted. “You were staring off into space.”

“Just reminiscing about my relationships with some of these people and how we got . . .”

“Involved?” Peg filled in for him when he seemed to be searching for a word.

“Involved?” Robert would have taken that word as a sexual connotation, and however accurate it might be, she couldn’t have known that—unless she was referring to her relationship with him.

“You know what I mean. Your connection, your association.”

“Yeah. I got it.” He didn’t read anything into her correction.

“What about ours? Do you remember that?”

Of course, he did.

* * *

The subdivision was getting a lawyer—as a resident. That was the word going around, but that’s all anyone knew. And with little other fanfare, Margaret Small had moved in and that was it. Except for walking her small dog twice a day, three times on the weekends, she kept to herself.

Ms. Small was neighborly enough to exchange greetings with Robert and other neighbors when on her dog walks, even a few other pleasantries, but little else. That of course, convinced everyone that she had some deep, dark secret. But Robert merely believed that she preferred her privacy.

Finally, Peg—as she eventually let on she liked to be called—became friends with Kara, since they were next door neighbors, and revealed that deep, dark secret: she was a recent divorcee, it had been bitter, and this was her attempt to start a new life. Joan had talked to her a couple of times, but at that point, they hadn’t become close friends yet.

* * *

During one of his afternoon walks, Robert saw a dog wandering around that he recognized from Joan’s description as Peg’s long-haired mutt. The friendly animal approached him, tail wagging wildly. He stooped to pet the pooch and it occurred to him that he’d never seen the canine loose before. He wondered if the dog had gotten out of Peg’s yard, so he scooped—Robert checked underneath—him up and headed to Ms. Small’s front door.

She answered quickly, surprised to see her pet in her neighbor’s arms.

“Hi, I’m Robert Crane, Joan’s husband. I found him running around and I didn’t think he should be.” While she glanced at her dog, Robert couldn’t help being mesmerized by her jet black hair and deep green eyes. He scanned her up and down rapidly. She was quite attractive in her tank top and form-fitting workout pants. All her parts were proportional and shapely, particularly the important parts: tits and ass, not to demean her. This neighborhood just kept getting better.

“Oh, Scooter, did you get out of your little patio,” she was saying. Then she looked up and their eyes met. Robert felt a brief but instant connection. “I’m so sorry,” she offered. “I’ll have to figure out how he got out and fix it.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Robert said.

“You’re very kind,” Peg said, sounding genuine, taking Scooter from him. “I’m Peg, by the way. I’ll try not to let this happen again.”

“It really was no bother,” Robert reiterated. “As neighbors, we try to take care of each other.”

“Well, thanks again.” Then she closed the door.

Robert couldn’t help remaining at her front door for a few seconds allowing the image of her to ingrain itself. As he walked off, he replayed the encounter in his mind. She had been somewhat subdued, almost sad; although she was happy to see her dog. He would stop short of saying she had been unfriendly, but neither had she been . . . neighborly. Perhaps it was just that she was new and really didn’t know too many people beyond Kara, and to a lesser extent, Joan.

When he mentioned the incident to Joan later, her only comment was, “She does take a while to warm up to people. Kara and I have been talking about having a meet and greet gathering after a few more people move in so everyone can get to know each other. That might prevent awkward moments like you had.”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Robert agreed, meaning illegal bahis it. Recalling his thought upon first seeing Peg, if the subdivision was attracting this many nice-looking women, he definitely wanted to meet them all.

* * *

It was about to be a very dull weekend for Robert. Joan was off to care for her sickly, elderly mother, Brad and Roxanne were going out of town to visit their family—she was terribly annoyed about having to miss their Friday night sexcapades, and if that wasn’t bad enough, Kara and Don were on one of their trips. Since Robert’s weekends with the Bullocks and the Browns had begun, this was the first time everyone had been gone the same weekend. Robert even considered accompanying his wife, but a client needed some work done that ended up taking longer on Friday than Joan wanted to wait, so she went alone.

With nothing to do he decided on a long walk around the part of the subdivision still under construction. He didn’t usually venture that far on his normal walks, but it was interesting to see what other people were doing to customize their houses.

On his return home, who should he see but . . . Scooter . . . on his own—again. Being the good neighbor that he was, Robert picked him up again and excitedly headed for Peg’s house, hoping she was similarly attired.

This time, it took her some time to come to the door. When she finally opened it, he quickly glanced skyward to see if his lucky star was hovering overhead. Instantly returning his vision keenly to her, he was thrilled to see her standing before him wrapped only in a towel.

“Oh, my god, not again.” Her smile was actually becoming. “I’m sorry. I was just stepping out of the shower.”

“It’s really okay. No problem.”

“Come in. Let me go put some clothes on. Just put him down,” she said quickly and trotted off.

He closed the door and eased the dog onto the floor. The animal followed his mistress, so Robert just made himself comfortable on the sofa. Glancing around, he saw that the room was decorated plainly, obviously the look of someone starting over.

Peg was not gone for more than a couple of minutes. She appeared to have slipped on the same tight-fitting workout pants, but this time, her tank top ended midriff, just above her belly button revealing not only a flat abdomen, but the elastic of her pants were slung low on her hips. No doubt she’d thrown on something quick, and the question now taunting him was had she bothered with any under things?

“Okay. Now I’m decent. Can I get you something to drink?” Peg asked. She had a very soft tone of voice.

This was turning out better than Robert expected. However, he thought the towel was more than decent. “Sure,” he answered enthusiastically.

Again, Peg left him alone for a few minutes this time. And though she hadn’t asked, she returned with two glasses of red wine. She sat on the sofa not far from him, twisted to somewhat face him.

Taking a sip, Robert commented by way of making conversation, “Very nice.”

“Well, I thought as much time as you’ve been spending with my dog, I should get to know you.”

“I’d like that also.”

“So, you’re Joan’s husband.”

“I am.”

“She’s a nice person, but I haven’t really gotten to know her very well yet. I like Kara. Really, everyone I’ve met here so far is pleasant. And they all speak highly of you.”

Slightly embarrassed, Robert said, “I’m humbled.”

“Kara talks about how you do their photos and videos, and Roxanne says you help them with things—though she didn’t what things—and now you’re taking care of my dog.”

Robert wondered if that’s all Kara and Roxanne told her. “Well, you seem to know things about me and I know very little about you, except that you’re a lawyer.” He thought it might ruin the mood to mention that he knew she was divorced.

“Yeah, that’s one of my talents, but don’t hold it against me.” She smirked indicating she was joking.

“Oh, what other talents?”

With a smirk, Peg shrugged it off. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Well, you must do okay. This is a nice house for a single woman.”

Sadly, she admitted, “I just went through a divorce. This was part of my settlement. I don’t know what was wrong with my husband. He was never home. Don’t know what he was doing, although I could probably guess. He just never wanted to have anything to do with me. I was—still am—lonely. I guess if I’d known another man, it would have driven me to him.”

“Well, if you don’t mind me saying, your ex was a fool. I find you very charming.”

She shrugged. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be boring you with this.”

“I don’t mind listening if it helps.”

“I guess I’ve kind of shut myself out from everyone. I’m just tired of listening to all the advice the women at work are trying to give.”

“Such as?”

“Oh, I’m sure everything you can imagine.”

“Maybe you need to listen to a man for a change.” Robert smiled casino siteleri warmly. “A few of us are nice guys.”

“I can see that you are.” She studied him for a moment. “So, tell me what you think.”

“I see a beautiful woman who should only be with someone who appreciates her.”

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. That’s very sweet.”

The gazed into each other’s eyes quietly. Robert would have liked nothing more than to let this go further, even to the point of making the first move. The dreamy expression on her face suggested that she might be receptive. But given her recent divorce, she might just be ripe to be taken advantage of, and he didn’t want to do that.

Breaking the gaze, he downed the remainder of his wine and stood slowly so it didn’t seem like he was rushing off. “Well, thanks for the wine.”

Peg arose also and followed him to the front door. “Thanks again for returning Scooter.”

“My pleasure. If you need help fixing wherever he’s getting out, I’ll be more than happy to help.”

“I thought I had, but I guess, not well enough. I’ll make another attempt, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll take you up on your offer.”

* * *

Not surprisingly, Robert dreamed of Peg that night, and of course, she was wearing only the towel that naturally came off revealing a body that rivaled Roxanne’s and Kara’s. However, since he did not have the Friday night workout with Roxanne and Brad, he didn’t sleep late on Saturday as he would have, and by afternoon, he was bored out of his mind.

He took another walk staying within visual range of Peg’s house hoping that maybe the dog would find his way out of the yard again. But after an hour of basically walking around in circles, he had no such luck. And if anyone was watching, no telling what they might think.

Of course, someone’s eyes were witnessing his strange behavior.

But then, just as Robert was about to head home, he heard the metal clang of a mailbox. He turned just in time to see a gust of wind blow the loose-fitting robe Peg was wearing as she stepped out to check her mail. The garment flew up exposing the nakedness of her lower body underneath. As she fumbled to pat the robe down, she was no longer able to keep Scooter contained, so he managed to get out.

“Scooter! Come back,” she cried. Apparently, she had once again just showered and probably had thrown the robe on loosely just to grab the mail, so attempting to hold the envelopes and keep the garment together prevented her from chasing the animal.

Robert smiled to himself as he went to the rescue, which really required little effort since Scooter came running up to him. Of course, Peg watched as her neighbor once again returned the frisky pet.

Robert’s heart was beating fast; not because of any exertion due to the retrieval, but because of what he saw. Up close, not only was the robe loosely tied, it was only pulled together at the waist by the belt. Though her breasts were still mostly concealed, much of her chest and legs were out in the open. And best of all, the garment was very sheer enabling him to see every contour of her shapely body, including the outline of her areolas and the imprint of her nipples.

“My hero,” Peg sighed with relief. “Would you mind bringing him in?”

Wordlessly, with only a big smile, Robert followed her into her living room and set the dog down. Peg made a feeble attempt to fix herself, but something told him she wasn’t maybe as concerned as she made herself seem.

“I didn’t realize it could be so breezy out there,” she said, dropping the mail on a nearby end table and shaking her head to haphazardly fix her hair.

“Yes, we are pretty exposed here,” he pointed out, making a play on words.

She looked down at herself. “Yeah. But not as much as we could be.”

He nodded, picking up the insinuation. “What would greater exposure do for us?”

“Endless possibilities, I should think.” There was a gleam in her eyes.

“Seeing what the wind can do has been quite uplifting.”

She glanced down at him. “I can see that. And more needs to be done about this problem that the wind has caused.”

“Yes, because it’s growing.”

Elevating this to the next level, she lifted a finger to one of her clearly extended nipples and rubbed it. “Well, as you can see, I’ve made some points of my own. So, I’d really like to take matters into my own hands.”

“I’m only too eager to see what you have in mind.”

Peg reached down and flattened her palm against his hard cock.

“Should we be doing this?” he asked, but only because he thought he should.

“We should do exactly what we both want to do.”

Robert nodded.

Her hand still touching him, she noted, “I haven’t had the pleasure of one of these in a long time.”

Not certain if they were still speaking in double entendres, Robert said, “Then by all means, indulge yourself.”

She rubbed her hand up and down, poker siteleri the feeling drawing a whimper from her lips. She rested her head against his chest and he moaned softly to signify his enjoyment. Her demeanor told him that she had been ignored and just needed some tender loving, and that’s what he intended to give her. It wouldn’t be the rough and tumble of Roxanne, nor the flair and theatrics of Kara—unless Peg chose it.

He lifted her face, slid his hand gently around her neck and pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back eagerly. It remained tender, but also urgent, hungry. They sank down onto the sofa, their mouths never separating. Pausing for a breath for barely a second, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled them back together. Tongue action followed, telling him that this might become more intense than he had anticipated, and certainly intended.

Her hands reached around his neck, grasping tightly. He felt that if she could crawl into him she would. With his lips, he pushed her down. But before they were halfway supine, she stopped him. Was he too aggressive? His answer came back instantly when she clutched another handful of his shirt, this time tugging him up with her as she stood again. Instead of another lip lock, she led him into her bedroom.

Now, they were in each other’s arms again, lips mashed together, tongues dueling. Before long she was dragging him down onto the bed, or was he pushing her? Once on her back, he couldn’t help spreading what there was of her robe, and before his face could make contact with her belly, she was pulling his head to it. She didn’t resist when his hand cupped her breast. Her mewl was her approval.

Robert kissed his way up the valley of her tits back to her lips, then around to nibble hungrily on her neck. They clasped each other’s hands, lifting them above her head. Her beautifully round breast crowned by a bullet of a nipple beckoned him. His tongued bathed it in saliva before he sucked it sweetly into his mouth. He gave the other equal time.

But Peg could only take it for so long before she clawed at his shirt to remove it. When it was off, she attacked his nipples, something his other three women did not frequently do to him. Of course, he loved it. He cupped her head and pressed it tightly against his chest. She received the message and applied more pressure. His grunt was nearly involuntary.

Pulling him back down on top of her, while he again kissed all over her neck and chest, she reached for his belt and zipper. Getting past those obstacles, she rolled him over onto his back to go for his dying-to-be-released cock. Once she had it out, on her knees she bent to take it into her mouth. She was good, but it lasted only a minute before she was tangled in her robe, so she rose on her knees, removed it and told him to get undressed also. He did so very quickly.

With Peg supine again and unencumbered by clothing, Robert couldn’t help but let his hand drift down to her pussy. It felt delicate, exquisite, and a little wet. She let out one of her little whimpers when his hand made contact. He was gentle with his finger work.

“Do me,” she begged urgently.

Who was he to refuse? He rolled her onto her right side, lifted her left leg slightly, then rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit until it easily slid in.

“Oh, yeahhhhhhh,” she murmured softly.

Robert began thrusting slowly. He reached around to cup and fondle her breast, and lifted her arm around to grip him in a head lock. She then twisted her upper body around to face him with the most contented look he had ever seen. They kissed intermittently because the position made it uncomfortable to lock lips for too long.

Every so often, she would let out an, “Oh, yeah.”

Her pussy was tight, he guessed, from little time with anything in it. But for him, that just made it all the more divine.

She graduated to: “Oh, shit!” and then she came; nothing earth-shattering, just a nice pleasant, satisfying orgasm. It didn’t last long. She kissed him when she was finished and a huge smile appeared on her face. “More,” was all she said.

Robert was only too happy to oblige. This time, he moved her onto her back, squatted on his knees and entered. Peg reached up and put her arms around him as far as they would go, but eventually pulled him down into the missionary position so they could kiss. She liked to kiss while having sex. He varied his pumping going from fast to slow and back. When he was really drilling her they could feel and hear his balls slapping against her, and when he decelerated, he angled his thrusts to hit every part of her pussy. She liked both speeds, and often dictated which he should use by the hold she had on his back.

After several minutes, she stopped abruptly and announced, “I want on top.”

So, they switched and she bounced up and down on him swooping in to press lips together. This was another one of those parts of copulation that Robert seldom had the opportunity to enjoy. He rather liked being on the bottom, particularly having a great pair of tits, hanging in his face earning that slang name of “knockers” as they clashed together. He couldn’t help but reach up and hold each to stabilize them and enjoy their heft in his palms.

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A work of fiction

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Being a work of fiction, everything is made up, even the stuff that bears the same name as stuff that exists in and around Houston, Texas City and Galveston.

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Including the sexual activity all of which occurs between characters at least 18 fictional years of age.

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I sat in the leather wing back chair in the headmaster’s private office waiting. He was in the room next door talking to the school secretary. They were probably trying to get hold of my parents, good luck with that. I wouldn’t have been left here at Bayou Academy the swankiest boarding school in River Oaks if my parents had wanted to be bothered raising me. “She’s been found, unharmed. Very good. Send me a bill for any expenses you incurred.” Fifteen words, well CEO’s like my father are busy men.

“Where have you been for the last three days, young lady?” That was the question that Mr. Ezell wanted an answer to when he returned. Completely unaware that my ‘unauthorized absence” from campus began at the end of sixth form on Friday, not with my inexplicable absence from first form on Monday. I had been gone for 66 hours before they had even noticed I wasn’t there. Well Lynn and Marcie had the habit of just marking everyone down for everything, just assuming that they were somewhere on campus where they should have been at lights out on Friday and over the weekend.

Here it was the middle of my last semester at Bayou, half-way between my eighteenth birthday and graduation and I just disappeared for almost six whole days. So, I guess asking for an explanation is reasonable. I wish I had a reasonable explanation. It was a weird weekend. Maybe I should just go with the truth.

“Well see, Headmaster Ezell, this beautiful exotic wisp of a 26 year-old Chinese lady my uncle dates held me captive in my grandfather’s boat house for five days. But it wasn’t bad, I rather enjoyed it and she taught me how to make love to a woman.

“Oh, it’s not like she raped me or anything, we were both a little tipsy. I wasn’t asked, but I probably could have said ‘no.’ I’m really glad I didn’t because it so nice. Which is pretty funny when you think about it. Because I live at an all-girls boarding school. One would think there would have been multiple opportunities for me to learn those sorts of skills without ever having to leave campus.

“And strictly speaking I wasn’t actually being held prisoner, although Guo did tie me up a few times and Uncle Mike did once too. It’s more that my uncle had just stolen my car and I didn’t feel like walking. Besides which, where would I go? I don’t actually know anybody who lives in Texas City. And before he took my car Uncle Mike took all of my money so I couldn’t very well take a cab back here. And I couldn’t use the phone in my grandfather’s cabin because then I would have had to explain why I was there.

“And that would likely lead to questions such as why it was that his boat which hasn’t seen the surface of Galveston Bay in two or three years is crammed full of boxes of women’s apparel, hats, belts, purses and other fashion accessories. As is most of his boathouse, well at least the part of it that my uncle isn’t shacked up with Guo in.

“Well Uncle Mike, he didn’t really steal my car. He just borrowed it without asking me when I came over to give him the money that I owed him. He had to leave rather quickly because he had to go out to raise more money to keep a few of his business associates from beating him up. See he had borrowed money from them to pay his girlfriend’s family back in China, but there is this really big ocean between Taiwan and Texas, just ask Mr. Sinclair, and things sometimes get delayed.

“But I don’t want you to think Mike is a bad influence. He doesn’t usually deal with dangerous sorts. But banks are iffy about issuing letters of credit to college dropouts who want to buy thousands of dollars worth of dresses on a handshake deal through intermediaries in order to ship them across an ocean and hide them in a boathouse you’re not supposed to be living in. So that you your girlfriend and your niece who is three years younger than you can sell them to other rich girls. Like the ones at her swanky boarding school.

“Mike is really considerate, he sold his car to raise cash not mine. And he or Guo cook for his father who is still pissed at him for dropping out of A and M and they make sure that grandpa gets all of his meds and to his doctor’s appointments. And they aren’t making me sell their stuff, I wanted to learn about the business, and they sell a whole lot more of it than I do anyway.

“Mike certainly could have got more for my car than for his old Camero. But he didn’t and that’s only partly because mom’s name is the one that is actually on the title for my car. Mike has ingenuity and can usually skirt a technicality like that with ease. And while my mom, his big sister could probably kick his ass, that’s just because he’s a gentleman and wouldn’t fight back. I knew he’d bring it, I mean my car back… Someday.

“And he didn’t canlı bahis really steal my money. He is good for it. Mike just took it because he needed it, we needed it for our business. Even with everything Mike, Guo and I had and after selling the Camero he was nearly four thousand dollars light. Like Mr. Mitchener teaches, it takes money to make money.

“Well I don’t actually know that Mike’s partners were going to ‘cut him up’ for not having the money on time. Guo might have actually said ‘cut him out,’ like out of the deal, or ‘cut him off,’ say from additional shipments. Like I said we were both pretty tipsy from drinking that brandy that we were unable to sell because the labels were in Chinese while we were waiting for Mike to get back.

“You know I should mention that to Mr. Mitchener, if you try to sell something in the good ole ‘US of A’ it really helps if the labels are in English and people don’t have to take your word for what’s in the bottle. Guo, she has this really adorable accent, I think I was kinda mesmerized by the way her lips moved and her delicate facial expressions. I just wasn’t listening especially well. I guess Mrs. Johnson is correct when she says I do, or is it don’t do that sometimes in class.

“I mean I am not selling anything illegal here on campus. Dresses, hats, purses, scarves, although strangely nobody will buy the shoes. Even though they are exactly the same quality as the ones that get sold in the big department stores because they were made in the same factory from the same material by the same workers. They just don’t have the labels.

“Mrs. Donaldson might say there is a certain kismet in my getting spending money out of purses. And its not that my parents don’t provide spending money. But dad would understand, he’s a businessman, why should I ask him for money. I can show him that I know how to use the education he paid for, that I am receiving here to figure out how to make my own money.

“Our enterprise is sort of an extra credit, extra-curricular business project, a form of self-directed Junior Achievement. Even if Mike and Guo aren’t students here, I mean they would make good students here. Uncle Mike is a real hustler, and I mean that as a complement. He always has three or four business operations going at once.

“Mike is mom’s little brother, half-brother technically, and is only 3 years older than I am, and he didn’t really flunk or drop out of A and M. What had actually happened was that he just got busy applying what he had learned there and forgot to go to classes. Yeah, you know I can see how that would happen.

“And Guo, she speaks four or five languages and is a math whiz. She knows, or rather her extended family know the folks who run the factories back in Taiwan and Singapore. Oh, and they are both top notch at…”

My brain functioned well enough to tell my lips to stop moving as I thought about just what it was Guo and Uncle Mike were so very, very good at. Things like tying me up and making my body do things that it had never done before. Wonderful things that left me drained and ecstatic, sleepy and wanting more all at the same time. Things that proved to me the existence of God.

As my mind was savoring the carnal delights that I had just discovered Headmaster took the opportunity to speak and give me his trademarked bizarre combination of positive messages.

“Young Lady, you are an adult. You should comport yourself as an adult. You are very nearly finished with your secondary education here. Until Monday you had never given us the slightest cause for concern. Now I understand that once you Fourth-Year-Uppers have university acceptance letters in hand there is a natural tendency to relax. I just hope that you resist that urge and push to finish the race strong.”

“Yes sir.”

“And while I thoroughly enjoyed your whimsical little tale. As I was listening to it I thought that you missed an opportunity, you should have written it out as a creative writing assignment for Ms. Kinney.

“In the future you might just want to say ‘it was a personal matter Headmaster.’ There is no need to make up something, even something that entertaining.”

“Yes sir.”

And that was it. My two-form penalty was over just as if it had been a Green Card on the hockey field. As I walked to Spanish for my sixth form my mind was not on school. I was thinking about the last few days and how they had changed my life forever.

It was right after school on Friday afternoon when I got to grandpa’s boat house. As soon as I arrived Mike asked me for all the cash I had and then he took off in my car with Guo following him in his purple Camero. I didn’t expect for them to be gone for nearly as long as they were. By the time they returned I had already looked through all of the inventory in the place twice and had made a stack of what I thought I could move.

I was wondering where it was that they could have gone when Mike returned driving my car. He quickly dropped Guo off at the curb before leaving. Guo came in and opened kaçak iddaa a bottle of that plum brandy which we had bought way too much of. She seemed briefly surprised at my presence, as if she had forgotten but quickly recovered and poured me a glass as well.

It was Chinese, I guess that stands to reason it’s why all of the labels were in Chinese. Guo could read them, and she read them to me then she told me how the brandy was made. Those who passed up the opportunity to buy this at cost were idiots who don’t have any idea what they missed out on.

I didn’t realize it on Friday, but Guo was worried, that’s why she was so talkative. She was normally very shy and reserved. Not unfriendly but hard to entice out of her protective shell. She was worried about Mike, who was really more like my big brother growing up than an uncle. So that was the first subject of our evening’s conversation.

After a few glasses of brandy and hours of conversation she kissed me. The first kiss was light, delicate, incremental. Asking the question but allowing for a polite decline to her offer. While I had never been kissed like that by a girl before, it wasn’t unexpected given our conversation. She was missing and worried about Mike. It’s like I was a part of Mike. I did not push her away.

We watched the Bay and the lights of Galveston across the water that night staying behind the sea wall to the north side of boat house so that we could not be observed from the cabin. It’s a weird but loving arrangement Mike and my grandpa had. Mike is grandpa’s youngest child, by his third wife. Does that make him a half-uncle?

Grandpa was in his mid-fifties when Mike was born, he’s almost eighty now. Either Mike or Guo drop by the cabin each day to cook him something. Usually at lunchtime, to bring him groceries, help him sort out his meds, take anything he needs to the cleaners, drive him to any appointments. We should all be so lucky when we get old.

But grandpa doesn’t know that they are living in the little efficiency apartment inside the boat house, and he wouldn’t approve if he did know. Grandpa is a ‘make it on your own guy,’ he just doesn’t see that Mike really had made it on his own. Mike is like a younger copy of grandpa and would tell you that apartments are a waste of money. To get ahead ownership is key, nobody has ever made it working for anyone or paying anyone rent.

I see now in her body language Guo is a mess. She is worried about Mike and it’s getting worse hour by hour. Drinking to calm herself down, its loosening her tongue considerably. By early afternoon we are through with all of the day’s work and since we don’t have a car, we just spend the afternoon talking. As before we start by talking about Mike. We have become really familiar and having are having more of that excellent yet unsellable brandy. Guo is surprised that there isn’t more ‘girl stuff’ at Bayou.

There probably is it’s just that I am not being invited to participate. We were talking about something that I can’t remember anymore because of what Guo said next. Something that changed my life. Guo told me that she likes it when Mike ties her up before he teases her and then fucks her. Wow, what a revelation. I mean its not like I was a virgin, although I was roughly seven volumes shy of being the next Anais Nin.

Guo, a normal rational human being whom I know and respect likes to be tied up before being fucked. I guess it isn’t that uncommon I have read about it. For lots of people, especially smart ones, it’s just hard to turn off one’s brain and just be in the moment. Not to be constantly thinking and planning each step which puts a real roadblock in front of enjoying our animalistic part. Sex. Letting her Mike take charge was her way of just being in the moment.

Like I said we were really tipsy. So she showed me how to tie her down. Of course she can’t actually tie herself down, but she can tie me down and ask that I imagine that we have switched places. She gave me a demonstration of what sex could be like when one is totally completely helpless and subject to the ministrations of ones lover.

Oh my dear God, my heart cries for the atheists who never experienced this. I was juicing like Tropicana. This cannot be an accident. Someone above had to truly love me, us and want us to be happy as Benji so eloquently wrote to his Parisian lover two hundred years ago. I don’t know if it was that Guo was eight years older and more experienced, or that she was a girl (I had never been with a girl before) and knew about girls, or if it was the lack of control.

It was so counter-intuitive. I gave up control I let my lover take complete charge, of absolutely everything, and in return she gave me more than I could ever imagine existing. Saurday night was heaven, for a few hours we pushed the question “where is Mike” from our minds.

By Sunday morning that unanswered question had returned with a vengeance. Guo was getting worse by the minute just waiting for his return. I tried my best to distract her by creating kaçak bahis an unnecessarily complicated luncheon for grandpa and one of his neighbors. But Guo is no dummy, she is good at math and Mike has been gone for the better part of three days.

Afternoon having come and our duties completed we retire to the boat house where the student becomes the master. Using her flawed remembrance of the lessons only once given as her only guide she ties Guo to her bed. Lovingly paddles her butt, fingers her moist interior. Savors her unique essence. She knows she isn’t the best, but she tries. She is part of the absent Mike maybe that helps.

Monday morning came and Guo clad only in her nightshirt had herself wrapped in a tight little ball and was sitting in the apartments one chair. Her knees tight under her chin. I could not get her to react to me. I could not distract her or get her to help with making grandpa’s lunch. It was so hard to leave her like she was.

While I was at the cabin washing the dishes Mike arrived in my car. I leapt up bolting from the kitchen running across the lush Bermuda grass to the crushed shell driveway as he got out of my car. I grabed him and hugged him then took a step back and hit him with a quick one-two on his chest and his shoulder.

“Ow, what’s that for,” he said raising both hands palms out as if to block more blows. “Your cars fine there isn’t a scratch on it I even put gas in it.”

“You shit. I don’t give a rat’s ass about the fucking car. You get over to the boat house. Right now, Guo has freaking lost it. She thinks that you’re dead or something.”

“Uh, yeah. When did…”

“Walk now! We can talk later.”

Even now I am not sure where that outburst came from. I guess I had really bonded with Guo and was feeling her pain… Or something.

I walked slowly back to the boathouse where Guo and Mike were talking and she was crying and then they were hugging. I stood dumbly on the deck staring off at Galveston Bay for a while until I was surprised by Guo’s hand touching mine. She led me back into the boathouse. She hugged me and Mike hugged me. She kissed me deeply, passionately right in front of Mike.

Then she took her dress off. She was holding Mike’s hand in one of hers and my hand in the other when she led us back to their bedroom. She released our hands at the foot of their bed and walked to the closet returning to us with a small box that she presented to Mike. As Guo laid face down upon their bed Mike opened the box, facing me showing me its contents. A blindfold, gag, four cuffs and two small paddles inside.

Mike handed me the smaller of the two paddles and set the cuffs on the bed at Guo’s feet. Then he put the box on their dresser. He directed me to the head and then to the foot of the bed and by way of several silent slow deliberate motions shows me how to buckle Guo’s wrists and ankles without pinching, abrading or twisting her flesh. His deliberate silence intensifying the erotic quality of the moment.

We sat side by side at the foot of the bed as he showed me how to properly spank Guo’s gorgeous fanny. He showed me how wet that made her, how sent her to heaven by playing with her cunt, her most tender flesh with his fingertips, lips, tongue, one whole finger, two and then… He had me duplicate his ministrations on her person and he undressed me as I did. As I was making Guo come he took his clothing off and showed me how to erotically transfer Guo’s wonderous lubricant to her other smaller orifice and to his erect member.

Then in one of the most surreal moments of my life Mike touched my soaking wetness and transferred some of my lubricant to his penis mixing it with hers and inserted himself into Guo’s waiting posterior as I watched. He had his right hand on my willing ass as he pushed himself full length into her. I started playing with myself with my right hand while placing my left on Mike’s ass pistoning away into her. If it wasn’t a tie, it was a photo-finish. Two one and one.

So, Tuesday morning arrived too soon for my liking and I had a really hard decision to make. What I should have done was go back to school. I actually had my car, Mike had just returned it. But of course Mike and Guo who were after all looking after grandpa didn’t have one which was really just a convenient excuse. I wanted to stay and learn so much more. I told myself that I was learning far more here than I would be at school.

On the evening of my last day of captivity we went over and had dinner with grandpa. Mike barbecued some sirloins and asparagus spears glazed with apricot jam, baking potatoes wrapped in foil on the grill as well. After a nice dinner and couple of Shiners we returned to the boat house. Where Guo uncharacteristically gave me a direct command. To get undressed. So that Mike could tie me to their bed.

I don’t generally enjoy being told what to do, but I trusted Mike and Guo, I acquiesced. Mike pulled my hair back behind my head and while deeply kissing me tied a ribbon around it. Then he placed the leather blindfold on me while Guo buckled the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Someone slipped the pillows under my ass as they played ‘guess whose eating you right now,’ not a ‘Parker Brother’s game, but wonderous just the same. They had two different and I dare say quite complementary styles.

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Lovers,Fighters Ch.01

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Blonde

Sometimes things just happen, and happen in ways and places we never expect.

It all started when I finally decided to switch gyms from the overpriced sweat locker I had been going too forever. One of my friends told about this nice quiet gym on the edge of town, open 24/7, with lots of machines and very few stupid assholes who don’t take a hint.

They even have a section for martial arts in one end, so I could practice my Kempo if the mood strikes me. They even allow sparring provided you let the gym supervisors know beforehand. Best of all cute guys that you would actually like to meet come to this gym.

One in particular stands out, He is tall, lean and muscular. He is a few years older than you, but he can’t be more than 25. His name is Greg or something like that, you’ve heard it called a few times across the gym. With dark hair he is quiet and serious looking with a calm smile that gently exudes confidence in whatever he is doing.

On the occasions you cross paths headed for the same machine he always nod slightly and lets you go first. He seems like a regular fixture at the gym and almost every time you go he is there. Always the same routine for him running for an hour, then weights showing surprising strength from his lighter frame. His rash-guard doing nothing to hide the fact that he is pure muscle, with his cut shoulders and arms doing more than some of the much larger regulars.

What stands him out however besides whatever is hiding in his slightly loose fight shorts. Most of his workout is spent on the blue mats on the far end of the gym just besides the treadmills. Practicing strange exercises you had never seen before. It’s clearly some kind of martial art, some portions even remind you of Kempo.

The exercises are alien to you and you can’t place what martial are he is trained in. The fluid movements are tantalizing, graceful and clearly designed to work all parts of the body at once. You often find on the treadmills so you can get a view of him. Even after you leave the gym you find your thoughts wandering back to his lean chiseled body and his exotic martial art.

You almost missed a step and went sprawling out on the treadmill that time he was balanced upside down on his shoulders and his shirt fell down, giving you a great view and proving that what is beneath the rash-guard isn’t a facade.

After at least an hour of his fluid exercises he switches to a second set of movements, this on much more clear in its intent. Swift punch and kick forms similar to kickboxing, the forms show amazing balance, it’s so flowing it almost looks like lethal kind of dance the way he moves. He never utters a sound, his breathing steady and his calm expression never dissipating.

You know he takes note of you watching him from the treadmills, he will pause for a moment while he takes in that he is being watched. When hes returns to his routine he has a slight bonus veren siteler redness behind his ears.

Over time you find yourself looking for him in the gym and as he trains, you find yourself wondering what else those strong legs might be good for. Wondering what hides inside those shorts, biting back how much you want to sink your teeth into that lean body. Shortly after warmth starts spreading between your legs and you enjoy feeling how your panties rub against your clit as you jog.

Staring intently it was almost as if you could glimpse something sizable in his shorts. Thank god you wore black today, no one will notice the wet spot. Before long you find yourself working yourself up on how to talk to him. It’s not unusual for you to be shy but something about him flustered you.

Tonight however was different, you don’t know what came over you but you came dressed to kill. Tight shorts instead of your regular gym pants, tight tank top, light bra and no panties. Everyone in the gym takes notices and while half the time you catch a couple people checking you out, today it would be hard to find someone who wasn’t openly doing so. You even caught Greg catching a glimpse, you stuck your tongue out at him. Knowing he was busted, you were rewarded when he gave you an apologetic smile and an uncharacteristic wink. Anxious and eager to keep going farther you press him for more and approach the edge of the crash mats.

“What style is that? I’m a Kempo black belt but I’ve never seen movements like yours? I see you do it all the time but I don’t know what you practice.” You inquire half curious, half using it as an excuse to talk to him.

Shrugging his shoulders, the rolling muscles distracting you from fully paying attention to the answer “Well the ground work is Russian Sambo, the strikes are mostly from Savate. Of course I’ve picked up few other tricks here and there.”

“Do you think you could teach me some? I’d love to learn some ground work. In reality you just want to get up close and personal with guy that has been inadvertently teasing you the past month. “Kempo does a lot of stand-up but not a lot of ground work.” Pleased at how well you made it sound innocent and hoping to god he says yes.

“I’d love too But I will need to see what your skills are, why don’t we start with something easy. No strikes, just try to knock me down anyway you can.”

“Okay” you replied thinking this will be cake, he can’t weigh more than 160 pounds and you know some good take-downs from Kempo. Leaning against him and putting as much force as you can into the strong form. It felt like pushing against a brick wall, every time you moved he would adjust ever so slightly. Take-downs were equally useless, he would just shift his weight keep you from upsetting his center of balance.

Frustration at you own ineffectiveness made you sloppy and before you could bahis react, he snaked both arms under your own suddenly and pulled you to him. Chests pressed together, your breasts against his hard body. Your nipples hardened as you felt his shorts brush against yours.

“I’ve got under-hooks” he smiled pleased with himself “My arms locked and I’m stronger, you won’t be able to get me to off balance now.”

Feeling his weight pressing against you, you suddenly let yourself fall backwards pull him down with you. His face landed neatly in your crotch, stunned at his sudden intimate proximity to you. He didn’t react or move at all, so you flip over on top of his back and claim your victory by sitting on his chest.

“Very clever, you win this round” he said pleasant surprise plastered across his face. “So you want to learn how to play on the ground then? First rule, when you pass a guard control the arms.” Leaning forward and wrapping his arms around your hips he flips you over. Now he is on top, your body pressed against his and now you really get to feel what he is made of. His hard-on pressing into you through your shorts and sending a jolt to your pussy.

Then before you can react he leans forward and slides up past your legs and trapping an arm between two of his. “Got you cutie” He smirked.

“Best two out of three you insist” you insist as he releases you and smiles.

“Now I will show you how to guard on the ground.” Wrapping your legs around his waist. “The idea here is to gain dominate position, I will try to put you into a hold. While you do everything you can to prevent it.” Guiding you with his hands, he gives instructions. “Lock your legs and use them to hold be me back.”

As you lock your legs you become acutely aware that his hard-on is now just several inches from

being able to slip inside you. Trying to concentrate and focus but finding it hard as he starts to move forward rubbing the bulge in his shorts against your pussy and as you push him back you find it now rubbing against your ass.

Working his way forward and using my arms he sneaks past one leg and creeping forward past your defenses. Refusing to lose again a sudden thought comes to your mind and your grab the bulge in my pants and literally grab him by the shaft. “That’s cheating” he chuckled and smiled.

“You said do everything to stop you and I stopped you!” you grin wickedly. The gym at a glance was now deserted.

“Not yet little lady let’s see if you can maintain your guard under stress.” His hands moved to your chest and started teasing your breasts. While using a leg to press gently down on your shorts and rubbing against your clit through the material. The dampness is starting to became noticeable and it was becoming very hard to not moan from all the attention. It didn’t help having his nice cock grasped with between your fingers through his shorts.

One deneme bonusu of your hands reached down pulling off his shorts and giving you access to him. His left hand pulls your tank top and bra down exposing your nipples. His body presses your weight downward and shifting the weight backward as he presses his cock against your pussy lips through the fabric. His head moves to your chest his lips closing around your nipple. Biting it gently, causing you to gasp in pain and pleasure. Knowing full well that others can easily enter the gym and discover you at any time, you find suddenly you don’t care. All you care about as you tug you shorts down is getting that hard dick between your legs.

Pulling him toward the offering in mock wrestling, allowing one hand to runs down the shaft that will soon be inside you. While his hands runs over your pussy, slipping the tip of a finger down the moist length and sliding a finger inside you. Your already so worked up you clamp down on the intruder, and your hips rock slightly sliding it in and out a half inch.

Then where there was one now two fingers appear and these make their presence felt by pressing deep inside, until a third appears at your asshole teasing slightly, testing your reaction. Finding no resistance it slips itself inside the tight opening and he eagerly proceeds to finger both your willing holes.

You begin to climb up to a climax and sensing a change in your heavy breathing, he shifts forward. Placing the head of his hard shaft at your entrance and slamming himself into you. The need that has been clawing at you is finally fulfilled as he thrusts his hips into yours, bottoming out and causing you to squeal in delight. Breaking your hands free, you dig your fingernails into his back and trying to pull him deeper into you while he fucks the life out of you right there on the gym floor.

So much teasing doesn’t let you last long you quick cum, once then twice in succession at the end of the relentless shaft. Driving deep with those strong legs, giving you exactly what you have been fantasizing about since you first caught eye of the flowing movements. That hard conditioning now transferred to slamming his hard shaft into you with a speed and intensity that shoots pleasure through your body.

Finally as a third orgasm washes over you, you get so tight it sends him over the edge. He cums with you, in your now thoroughly fucked pussy sticky warmth explodes inside you. Spent he collapses on top of you, and you wrap an arm around his neck and lean forward “I win” You say as you hold him gently in the choke-hold.

He replies with a muffled “You win.”

After a few moment we recompose ourselves and realize being half naked in a gym is a bad idea and we re-cloth, you pulling your shorts up, his seed dripping from your pussy.

Smiling that same calm smile and never taking his eyes off you. “If you ever want some more lessons, i’d love to try and get past that guard again and I’ve a private sparring mat at my place” He offered.

“I’m free tomorrow.” You say with a smile

“Sounds perfect, Pick you up at 7?” Greg asked holding your smile with one of his own.

“It’s a date”

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Love Letter Ch. 06

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LL 6 Real Life Intervenes

****This story picks up where LL 4 left off except this time life isn’t as perfect as either of them would want it to be. ******

Another two weeks had gone by and they had both been busy, so much so that there were days that went without any calls or even e-mail between them. That was something new for them and it only served to heighten the tension when they finally did find a workable day and time in their schedules.

She was already undressed and laying in the bed, sitting back against the headboard, smoking what appeared to be the third cigarette since she had gotten there. Her left leg was bent and he had no problem seeing how her fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy as she waited for him to undress and join her.

“Starting without me,” he asked?

“More like I couldn’t wait,” she said.

“It’s been weeks since I’ve had any and right now I just need your face in between my legs, so hurry up and shower and get that cute ass, your cock and your mouth back out here”, she continued.

Five minutes later he walked out of the bathroom and did just that. When he got to the edge of the bed he bent over to capture a nipple in his mouth and reached down to replace her fingers with his. She was already quite wet and his middle two fingers slid easily inside of her. She left her hand down between her legs so she could rub her clit with her fingers and the other hand moved to cup the breast he was sucking on to make it easier for him. This was what she had been waiting for the last few days. All of the warmth and tingling from the surge of adrenaline that was starting to course through her added to the fire inside that had been building since she had bahis siteleri walked in the door. She swore to herself that it would never be this long between meetings again.

“Time for lunch”‘ he said letting the nipple out from between his lips and as much as he hated to remove his fingers from her, he did and then climbed onto the bed to kneel in between her legs.

“Don’t tease me today,” she said.

“I need to cum now, not ten minutes from now,” she stated.

There was no gentleness in the way he started in on her. Her lips were already swollen and spread apart and his mouth went immediately to take her clit in between his lips and his tongue attacked it, moving it back and forth across it’s length. His lips sucked, pinched and nibbled at it the entire time so that it was never without some kind of attention. He slid his fingers inside of her again, probing for her spot and when he found it her hips pushed hard against his face.

“Fucking yesssss,” she moaned and when she reached to pinch her nipples that put her over the edge.

She came fast and hard and if he hadn’t had his arms around her legs her hips starting to buck would have separated his mouth from where he continued to assault her senses by now stroking his fingers rapidly in and out of her while he continued to suck and tongue her clit with his mouth. He wasn’t going to stop until she asked him to and given her mood today that could be a while.

Until of course her cell phone started ringing.

By the fourth ring she had calmed down enough to reach for it and look at who was calling her.

“Damn it, fuck, I’ve got to call back,” she said.

He rolled over her leg, onto his canlı bahis siteleri back and reached for the towel he had left at the foot of the bed. He was covered with her juices and after wiping his mouth he said, “it’s ok, just call them back and find out what’s going on.”

She did and though he could only hear her side of the conversation he knew that it was at least somewhat serious. He reached over to hold her hand while she continued her conversation and relaxed until she finally snapped the lid closed on the phone.

“We done for today,” he asked?

“Maybe not, I’ll know in 10 or 15 minutes when they call me back with some answers,” she said.

“Arrrghhhh,” she growled. “I’m so damn horny right now and not even close to being finished with you,” she continued.

“Fuck em,” she said and moved her head quickly down so that she could take his cock into her mouth. “Maybe they won’t have to call back,” she thought. “I need this today.”

There was no gentleness in her technique today either and she stroked his shaft furiously as she sucked and licked on the head, wanting him as hard as possible as quickly as she could accomplish it. He wasn’t about to complain since it seemed that whether he wanted it or not this was her day, her agenda. She was definitely setting the pace here.

It was only minutes before she lifted her head and scrambled to get on her knees beside him.

“Get up here and fuck me,” she hissed at him and as he moved behind her she was already reaching back to guide him inside of her.

She was still so wet and open from before so he slid in easily, all the way in until he could feel his balls bump against her. She moved güvenilir bahis a few inches forward and then slammed back into him, did it again, then a third time and he simply followed her lead. His hands grabbed both sides of her beautiful ass and it wasn’t long before they had found a tempo that would work. Halfway out and quickly back all the way in, he could feel every inch of her warm tunnel the whole time as it squeezed, pulsed, almost milked his shaft and when he felt her ass clench he shortened the strokes and sped up.

“Keep going,” she cried out and when he moved a finger to slide just barely into her ass she dropped her head to the bed and surrendered to the pounding. She made sounds, not words as she started cumming almost continuously. He could almost feel the built up tension and emotion flowing out of her as he held himself deep inside, barely moving, waiting for her to come down from where she had flown to.

Her cell phone started ringing again.

There was no swearing this time and he gently withdrew from her pussy and sat back on his heels to catch his breath. She was still kneeling with her head down when the phone stopped and he stepped to the floor and headed for the bathroom. He came back with a cool, wet hand towel and when she rolled to her back he gently cleaned her before handing her the phone.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking one of her cigarettes by the time she closed the phone again. She was still flushed but her expression was one of resignation.

“Finish putting yourself back together and go take care of it,” he said to her.

“You ok with this,” she asked?

“It’s always going to be like this unless we go somewhere, away.” “Even then we won’t ever be completely away unless we have jobs that don’t require us to be available 24/7,” he said.

“Just remember that you owe me one, or a couple for that matter,” he said as he smiled and then leaned over to kiss her forehead.

Life can be like that sometimes.

DB 9/04

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Long, Hot Summer Ch. 01

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Mrs. Kaminski had a huge bush. I realize it was a different time, but the thatch of hair camouflaging that pussy was substantial even by 1979 standards. Even though I fully expected some such situation, when I finally managed to get her shorts down over her broad ass and large, sturdy thighs, the great tufts of pubic hair sprouting out either side of the crotch of her underpants left me momentarily taken aback.

But only momentarily. Otherwise, I was undeterred. A couple months before this, I probably would have been intimidated by such a flamboyant snatch, not to mention all the female intricacy it cloaked. At the start of that summer, my first-hand experience with pussy had been strictly tactile; I’d had my hands and fingers in the pants of a few girls, though I hadn’t yet even accomplished that much with my more-or-less high school girlfriend of the time, Suzie Bowen (or, as I started calling her, The Imbecile). But I’d never gotten any of those others completely out of their drawers or fucked them, and certainly never had an up-close-and-personal look in real life.

But that was at the start of summer. Things were different now.

I yanked down Eleanor Kaminski’s underpants and moved forward to start licking her.

“No,” she breathed, and put her hand on my forehead to stop me, though not very forcefully.

“Shhh,” I said softly. “It’s okay. I’ll never tell anyone, I promise.”

I took her wrist and brought that restraining hand around to the back of my head. I parted all that dense underbrush and brought my tongue in contact with her cunt. Her entire body bucked on the bed like someone had jolted her with defibrillator paddles. She let out a long, weird kind of yowl and laced her fingers in my sweaty hair.

I pressed my tongue hard against her slit and licked up, parting her pussy lips with the tip until I reached her clit and began to toggle it lightly. She was bucking and writhing and I had to hook my arms around her thighs to keep her from squirming out of reach. Her breathing was heavy, and on every exhale, she kept repeating “Oh my God… Oh my God…”

I realized then that Eleanor Kaminski had never been eaten out in her entire thirty-three years.

This was an inspiring little revelation, and something, at the very least, I should have suspected. Not just because this was 1979. People—young people, anyway—were eating pussy and sucking cocks and mastering all kind of adventurous behaviors, even in blue-collar Ohio. But this… this was a thirty-three-year-old housewife living in Youngstown. She’s never been anywhere but this place. She probably got married right out of high school: her husband, perhaps, the only guy she’s ever had sex with. That’s the way the lives of a lot of working class folks from those parts shook out back then.

I was licking her pussy now with great enthusiasm, wiggling my tongue tip against her clit, sucking it, and making my own sounds of enjoyment—”yummy” sounds (yeah, I know. That sounds stupid, but something less stupid would be less accurate). I wanted to reassure her that licking her big, bushy, and now extremely wet cunt was one of the most pleasurable experiences this eighteen-year-old could ever hope to have. I sucked on two of my fingers to make them wet and slipped them slowly into her. She wasn’t tight by any means, but she’d be tight enough.

Her husband probably climbs on top, fucks her until he’s done, and that’s that. Hell, I thought, this poor woman may never have even had an orgasm other than by her own hand, and maybe not even then. At thirty-three, that means she was born in 1946. She’s probably afraid to pleasure herself, to touch her vagina in a recreational way.

I considered all this as I continued to eat and finger-fuck Eleanor Kaminski. I looked up over the soft mound of her belly. Her head was thrown back, and she was clawing the thick pile carpet with her fingers. Her throat glistened. She kept saying “Oh my God… Oh my God.”

I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to whisper to her how fabulous she tasted, how much I loved licking and sucking her sweet pussy. Tell her this was what I thought about when I jacked my hard cock. Ask her if she liked how I was finger-fucking her. Tell her to come all over my face. But I didn’t want to risk it. I didn’t know what her kink was, if she had one, apart from, perhaps, cock-teasing the fuck out of a teenage lawn boy. She’d probably never heard any talk like that, and suddenly hearing it from the mouth of an eighteen-year-old kid going down on her… I didn’t want to push my luck.

She had big, soft tits that now, her on her back, were flattened against her chest and quivering from the orgasm that was building in her, and I reached up with my free hand to fondle one. I need to spend a little more time sucking on these tits, I thought. These are the tits that I’d spent a good portion of the summer jacking off to after I’d come home from cutting her lawn each week. The tits I longed to see her heft in her hands and offer bahis siteleri to me; the tits I imagined when I was sucking on Suzie Bowen’s—whose I used to covet but now just had to settle for.

I was going to make this big-titted, big-assed, frustrated housewife come like she’d never come before, on her hallway floor, a sweaty eighteen-year-old boy going down on her, lapping her neglected cunt. Her big, tanned, hammy thighs started trembling and she’d stopped Oh-my-Godding. She was holding her breath now for several seconds before finally letting it out and gasping more in again sharply. I took her clit between my lips and held it there, giving it a gentle, pulsing suck, and she began bucking violently, a great ripping spasm making her big body flop about on the floor. She let loose this strange, high-pitched keening, not loud but very sharp and effortful, like someone wheezing the air from a balloon. The flesh of her thighs was stippled hard with goose bumps. Her flopping subsiding into quaking before dialing further down into tremors. Her snatch was a thick, whorled mat of hair thoroughly soaked with her cum and cunt nectar and my saliva. No dead skin cells left on my cheeks and jaw: her redolent bush had loofaed me thoroughly.

“Ohmygod,” she panted heavily. “Ohmygod… How old are you again?”

“Old enough,” I said, rising to my knees.

.:.

That summer, after I graduated from high school and before I started my freshman year of college at an urban Pennsylvania university, I was still a virgin. I was okay with that, mostly. A lot of the kids I went to high school with were having sex. Given the many stories that floated around the locker rooms and hallways, sometimes it seemed like just about everyone was getting laid. The girls were more active than the guys. The more mature girls, the more developed, grown-up looking ones who dated older guys, guys already out of high school… you knew they were banging more than an old screen door. And every once in a while, you’d catch a bit of gossip about someone whom you’d never imagine would be having sex: like, the National Honor Society girl, one of the really brainy top-of-the-class chicks, fucking a guy from the football team or a major stoner at some party over the weekend. And you’d think, no shit, her? For some reason, the idea of one of my more respected, successful female classmates on her back with her legs spread and a cock pumping in and out of her was more of a turn-on than thinking about what fucking one of the hotter, sexier girls would be like.

It also made my virginal status seem that much more forlorn.

But like I said, I was sort of okay with it. My virginal status, I mean. I wanted to get off, certainly, but the prospect of intercourse was still a little intimidating. I didn’t want to get anyone pregnant, that’s for sure. And back then, you didn’t walk into the grocery store and buy a three-pack of condoms. You went down to the Sinclair gas station, asked for the men’s room key, and bought a rubber from the vending machine bolted to the wall. And God only knew how reliable that might turn out to be.

Now, as I mentioned earlier, I did have a sort-of girlfriend during my senior year, Suzie Bowen, aka The Imbecile. I say “sort of” because if the opportunity to date someone else I preferred had ever arisen, I might have found the stones to break up with her. Besides, I was going to be heading off to college and she… well, at the time, I had no idea what she was going to do. She wasn’t college material, as they say.

I had actually pursued Suzie Bowen back in the summer after 10th grade, purely because of her breasts. They were better than average. At the end of that year, on a school bus coming back from Idora Park, a local amusement park where we had our school picnic, I found myself across the aisle from Suzie Bowen. On that day, she wore this kind of halter top, canary yellow, that was laced up the front. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I could clearly see that her full breasts had large, brown areolas, the size of silver dollars. I couldn’t stop thinking about them.

She wasn’t interested in being my girlfriend back then. Like just about every other girl my age, she had her sights set on older guys. By the time our senior year rolled around, however, she changed her mind. She was in a couple of my classes that year, and when she saw that I was somewhat of a mildly successful student myself, editor of the high school newspaper, with friends from all the different subgroups (jocks, greasers, heads, brains) and fairly popular, I suddenly didn’t seem so bad anymore. She pursued me. That was a first.

I figured, okay, what the hell. She still had those tits, after all, and they certainly hadn’t lost their luster. She was cute: not beautiful, not pretty, but cute. She had a leisurely, almost stiff-legged, flat-footed way of walking through the halls that for some reason I associated with someone who went barefoot much of the time, both arms wrapped canlı bahis siteleri around her books and clasped to her chest. There was a casual, natural kind of sexiness to her.

But we weren’t compatible. In fact, she was the most uninteresting person I’ve ever dated in my entire life. She didn’t like to read, she was a bit of a drone when it came to school and classes. She never liked any of the movies I picked out for us to see or the music I listened to. She seemed profoundly indifferent to the world around us. If she ever did voice an opinion, it was always contrary to mine. She didn’t get jokes. And worst of all—worst because it was the only thing that kept me around—she would not let me get to those tits of hers for months.

As we got closer to graduation, though, she started loosening up considerably. I figured it was because I would be leaving for college in a few months. I finally got to fondle and suck those breasts on a regular basis, and they were nice, they were good tits. After a graduation party, in the front seat of my parents’ car, she finally jerked me off to completion. She’d had her hand on my cock before, but she never seemed to know quite what to do with it.

In the summer of 1979, with high school behind us, I felt pretty sure that fucking her was just a matter of time. I still hadn’t figured out, however, how that was going to come about. At the same time, I was not ignorant to the possibility that the two of us fucking might represent, to her, the consummation of a more inviolable pledge. I was cold to that idea. To me, having sex with her represented more of a grand send-off. I was going to college. I had plans. The more immediate ones—plans, that is—involved women of many races, backgrounds, cup sizes, and hair colors.

I had this dim idea that I didn’t want to enter college as a virgin. Not that anyone would know unless I told them, but I also knew that sex was not something a person would be good at from the start. It would take some practice. I figured, if I was going to do it poorly, then I’d prefer doing it poorly with Suzie Bowen because, quite honestly, I didn’t give a shit. Suzie Bowen didn’t excite me beyond the physical. I don’t think I excited her very much, either. I know that doesn’t jive with what I said about the imminence of the two of us having sex. But I think I just figured that two people pushing out into the dull, cold waters of adulthood would inevitably find themselves compelled to do adult things.

And just because we didn’t seem to excite one another, that doesn’t mean I wasn’t still horny all the time, because I was.

Especially after I started cutting Eleanor and Big Ed Kaminski’s lawn once a week.

I worked three jobs that summer after graduating high school. When I wasn’t working, I was usually listening to The Imbecile complain about me working three jobs. I worked part-time at the A&P, bagging groceries, mopping floors, and basically doing all the shit work that the union employees wouldn’t do. I also worked part-time at a fabric store: again, janitorial stuff. And then I had my under-the-table cash work mowing lawns in the neighborhood.

Ed Kaminski saw me mowing the lawn of Mrs. Fulton, the septuagenarian that lived across the street from him, and offered me ten bucks to cut his grass once a week. Ed used to work at Youngstown Sheet and Tube, a job he got right out of high school, until it, and the rest of the steel industry in America, went tits up. Ed was one of the lucky ones who managed to find new employment at the Chevy plant over in Lordstown, slapping together those ill-fated Vegas. The Kaminskis were indifferent home owners.

Ed was a beefy, bearded, Caterpillar ball cap kind of guy. He looked a lot like Merlin Olsen, the ex-Los Angeles Rams football player turned television actor. I figured he and his wife had been together since high school, since their only kid, a girl named Vicki, was only three years behind me at East High.

We didn’t have the term MILF back then. I never thought until now to wonder why that is, because they certainly existed. Eleanor Kaminski was a piece: a tousled, slightly wanton brunette with a plump lower lip that she would hold in a seductive little bite whenever she asked me her inane, flirty questions. I’ve already referred to her ample proportions, but she wasn’t in any sense fat. She was curvy, voluptuous, approaching zaftig. Her hips were wide, her bottom generous, and her thighs substantial, but she had an hourglass figure, and her large breasts maintained a certain buoyancy. Now, to a teenager, a 33-year-old might not necessarily seem “young.” Maybe she was a little bit worse for wear compared to a 33-year-old of today, but a lot of women didn’t exactly age well back in those blue-collar towns from those days: too much drinking and smoking and laying out unprotected in the hot sun and poisoned, mill-town air. I have a feeling, though, that if I could go back in time and see her, not in memory, but as güvenilir bahis she truly was that summer, I’d probably be astonished at how young she looked.

Memory will have to do.

I’d have been keen to fuck Eleanor Kaminski even if she’d shown me less than the time of day every Wednesday afternoon. Truth is, in that last cherry summer, there were any number of women who drifted through my days and then buzzed like gnats in my hormone-clouded mind, peeling down their short-shorts, shedding their tanks and bikini tops, parting their lips, tracing their fingers lightly down my stomach to the button of my jeans.

But Eleanor Kaminski seemed determined to press an indelible stamp on my erotic imagination. By my third or fourth Wednesday mowing their lawn, after they’d sent Vicki off to a camp in Michigan for the summer, Mrs. Kaminski seemed to find innumerable, pointless things to do in the yard or on the back porch while I mowed. She’s come out to chat me up at least twice, once before I got started and again when I finished. She’d wait on the porch to pay me, usually wearing a halter top or tube top stretched to its limits, and I’d try not to stare at those great, grown-woman breasts, though she wanted me to.

She led with her tits, that was her thing, even though she had a nice face, and lots of waves and flips in her tumble of dark hair. But you could tell from the way she held herself, the way she moved and posed, that—from whenever they burst onto the scene and started a sensation—she considered her girls to be the principal assets for brokering most of life’s significant transactions. They could certainly sway the attention and reason of a more mature individual. To an eighteen-year-old boy, they imposed total mind control.

She’d move in close, smelling of Coppertone and Secret and cigarettes, asking me flirtatious, mundane questions (about school, about girlfriends), all the while, I imagined, sucking up my complex bouquet of horny teenage musk and sweet work sweat and herbaceous fresh-cut grass and faint gasoline tang.

On one of those midsummer Wednesdays, she came out into the yard in a pair of cut-off shorts and an orange tank top with no bra. She made a show of pulling weeds from a flower bed near the back porch, bending over in one direction to give me an eyeful of that broad can, then in another so I could get a stunning view down the front of her shirt, those big tits stretching down the neckline of her tank and woggling as she yanked up dandelions. Big, soft, sweet tits that I imagined squeezing and sucking while she stroked my stiff dick.

There was a rusty tin shed in the corner of the yard where the Kaminskis kept their lawn equipment, and when I wrestled the mower back into it after I’d finished mowing on that particular day, I stepped into the back corner, took out my cock, and jerked it hard and fast with a grimy hand until I shot a thick load all over the shed wall. I’d just finished stuffing myself back in my pants and zipping up when she opened the shed door, a long burning cigarette in her hand.

“Oh, you are still here,” she said. “I thought maybe you left without collecting your money. You’ve been in here a while.”

A minute or two sooner and she’d have seen me arcing ropes of jizz on the rust-splotched wall. I can’t remember if I was relieved or disappointed by her timing.

“Just putting things away,” I said. I waited a beat, a moment of horny teenager fantasy that she’d step all the way in, let the door close behind her. But just a beat: I didn’t want to stand there like an idiot and give her the idea that that’s what I was waiting for.

Back out in the yard, she offered me one of her Parliament 100s and I took it. She flicked her lighter, and when I leaned forward, the hands I was trying to cup around the lick of flame were shaking.

“Are you okay?”

“Umm-hmmm,” I hummed, cigarette clamped between my lips. I finally got it lit and pulled back, puffed, blew smoke. “Just a little overheated.”

She paid me, a ten-dollar bill that she had folded up into a little square, like always.

Despite the feverish irrationality that lust can provoke, I still had enough of my wits about me to know that all of this could be a product of my imagination. That she was just a dumb, friendly woman. That maybe flirtation was just her default behavior after two decades of big tits and lots of male attention. Or maybe flirting with me was just her summer entertainment. Not a seduction, but a private amusement. Maybe goading me into making a pass was the end game, to validate to herself that she still had what it took.

She just stood there smiling at me, smoking, watching me smoke. I thanked her and told her I’d see her next week.

I strode off through the back yard, toward the cinder alley that ran behind the houses on her street and the one adjacent. Behind the Kaminski’s rusty shed ran a line of brambly, overgrown bushes separating the end of their yard from the alley itself. I paused there between the back of the shed and the bushes, so I could finish the cigarette where I couldn’t be seen from the alley and the houses on the other side of it. There was enough seclusion there that I even considered jacking off one more time, to try to get the last traces of blue from my balls.

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This is my first story. So please ignore any mistakes and your feedback is always welcome even they are good or bad. They will help me to improve the quality of my stories in the future. All the characters in this story are of age 18 or above. All the characters in this story are fictional and any resemblance to a person living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Like most of the teenage boys, I also had fantasies about some mature women. But, most of my teenage masturbation fantasies were about a woman who is very close to me. She is aunt Sheela, the wife of my dad’s elder brother “Uncle Simon”. She is 45 years old now, but looks 35. She lives about 100 meters away from my house. As my uncle goes to his job during the day time, she is alone at home and she is use to listen to music and watch television. She is a quite conservative woman always wears long skirts and sleeveless tops. Aunt Sheela had married my uncle at the age of 18 and had two children who are now married and live in separate homes somewhat away from her home. So, only my uncle and aunty live at their home.

One day my uncle asked me to visit their home and company her to reduce her loneliness. I was obliged to spend my free time with my fantasy woman and I agreed him. Then I started to visit her home every other day and had some chats about topics of her interest like tele dramas, fashions, songs etc……

My aunt Sheela is 5′ 5″ tall. She is a voluptuous lady with 36F size breasts that were inviting to get sucked and waist size 38 with a wonderful ass. She had little fat around her belly which made her so much fuckable. She is a very good cook & when I go to her place she always prepares a special meal for me. I use that time to get in to the laundry room and feel her soiled panties. The smell of her pussy juices was so erotic that it always makes my cock rock hard in seconds. When I know that she has to spend some more time to prepare the meal I quickly take my rock hard cock out and begin to masturbate imagining her naked body is in front of me. I had all the best orgasms in my life in her laundry room while smelling her panties. They were far better than masturbating while watching porn. But I always be careful not to cum in her panties as it might lead her to suspect me.

Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Sam. 19 years old. 5′ 9″ tall, fair and I’m neither a muscular athletic guy nor a fat pig type ass hole. But I maintain my body just at the right size thanks to the regular exercises and weekend cricket & soccer matches I play with my friends. I just finished my A/Level exam and waiting for the results. As the only child in the family my parents do not allow me to go out with friends as much as the other parents do. So I hardly go out with my friends. Due to this reason I am bit shy when it comes to girls. Actually I haven’t had a girl friend due to my shyness about girls. So I always masturbate by watching porn and fantasizing about busty friends of mom. My cock is an average 6 and half inch cock, but a bit thicker than normal.

About 3 months ago I went to aunt Sheela’s home one morning and when I called her name I heard her voice from the bathroom. “I’m in the bathroom. There’s an orange juice for you in the kitchen. Drink it and watch TV. I’ll come soon.” The evil thoughts in my brain started to work at that time. I quickly went to her laundry room searched for her soiled panties. But there were none. She must have washed them before her bath. So, I quickly went to her room and opened her panty drawer. There were many panties in different colors. I picked up a pink colored silk panty with a beautiful rose flower printed on its crotch. I brought it closer to my face and started to lick the crotch imagining that it was my aunt Sheela’s pussy. I started to jerk off and the softness of her panty & the thought that my aunt is bathing in the bathroom brought me to orgasm in a very short time. I wiped my cum from my handkerchief and replaced the panty at the drawer. Then, quickly sneaked out of her bed room to the living room.

About 3 days later both of us were sitting in her living room chatting about the tele dramas and TV shows she likes to watch. As always she wore white sleeveless blouse and a long skirt with some floral patterns. Then she asked me “did you like it?”.

I was surprised by her question and asked, “what did you say?”.

“I asked did you like it.”

“What?”

She said, “My pink color panty.”

Her answer was like a wall of brick dropped on my head. I tried to answer. But no words came out of my mouth.

My aunty saw I was struggling and she had little grin on her face. Somehow I gathered some words. “I… I’m sorry aunty.”

Then, her grin turned in to a pleasant smile. “Licking your aunt’s panty is a reason to get heavy punishments. I knew boys were perverts. But I didn’t think you were such a pervert. I think I have to tell your parents about this.”

I got scared about bedava bahis aunt Sheela telling this incident to my parents and punishing me heavily. I pleaded her, “Please aunty, don’t tell mom and dad about this. They will kick me out of the home. Please aunty, please.”

She thought for a moment and said, “I’ll reconsider about it. Tell me why did you do that?”

I realized this was the moment and I told her the truth. “Please aunty, don’t get mad about me. I think you are a beautiful woman. Not only beautiful, but damn sexy also. You were my fantasy queen from the day I started to masturbate. I wanted to kiss your full lips, suck and fondle your great tits, touch your wonderful ass, and make love to you. I love you, aunty.”

She said in disbelief, “My god, what did you say? Do I look sexy?”

I said “yes aunty. You are. You have a body even a 30 year old woman feel jealous. That’s not the only reason that I love you. You are a wonderful woman with great qualities.”

Tears started to swell on her eyes. She said “but Sam, I am a 45 year old woman. You are a 19 year old boy. You can find a suitable girl of your age. Not an old gal like me.”

I said “You are not that much old. There are no girls that have great qualities like you. Also their flat bodies are just like ply wood compared with your marvelous body. Aunty, I don’t want just sex. I want to make love to you. Please, just give me a one chance to show you how much I love you.”

With tears on her eye, my aunt said, “I’m so sorry darling. It has been a long time since someone had said me that I’m beautiful. Even your uncle Simon hasn’t told me in many years that I’m beautiful or sexy. You almost made me cry by saying it.”

I couldn’t believe it. My uncle is such an ass hole. He couldn’t see the beauty of such a great woman.

While I was blaming my uncle within my mind, my aunt was looking straight at my eyes. There was love, lust, desperation in her eyes. We looked into each other’s eyes with love for more than 10 minutes. Finally she managed to break the ice.

She said, “Why are you waiting my darling? Please make love to your poor aunt.”

I didn’t want my first time to be a quickie. So, I slowly held her face with my hands and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The moment my lips touched with hers was amazing. It was like an electric current passed through my body. She also started to shiver a bit. Then our kisses grew passionate and lasted more time. I felt her tongue trying to get into my mouth and I opened my lips to give her tongue access to my mouth. Then we started to explore each other’s mouth with our tongues. We kissed for about 20 minutes and finally she broke the kiss. She looked at the clock which was hanging on the wall and asked me “Oh… it’s already 12.30. I didn’t cook anything for the lunch. We’ll have to order something from restaurant. Is it OK or shall I cook lunch? But it will take time.”

I was in no mood to stop our love making for the lunch. “I don’t need lunch. I can have it on the bed.” And I looked at her crotch area.

She understood my pervert word. “Baby, this is not a joke. You should have strength to keep going. You should have your lunch. Otherwise we’ll stop this”, she said in a stern voice.

Finally, I agreed to have the lunch and she ordered it from a nearby restaurant. Lunch was delivered quickly and I ate in no time due to my enthusiasm. But she ate it in no hurry. My cock was rock hard all throughout the lunch and I wanted her more than anything in the world at that moment. Finally she finished her lunch and I helped her to wash the dishes. Then we went to the living room and I pushed her on to the couch and started a passionate kiss while gently squeezing her giant mammaries.

“Aahhhhhhh……” A little moan escaped from her lips. That was a positive sign for me that she was enjoying the moment. We broke the kiss for a moment to remove my T-shirt. Then I started to unbutton her top. Gradually I could see her deep cleavage and red bra revealing in front of my eyes. I wanted to savor this moment very much and I deliberately slowed the speed of unbuttoning the blouse to tease her. Finally I removed her top and started to run my index finger through her deep cleavage. She also started to run her hands over my chest and began to lick my small nipples. Holy shit! That was an amazing feeling. The feeling that my aunt is licking my nipples almost took me over the edge.

After some licking she told me, “I always loved to lick a man’s nipple. But your uncle didn’t enjoy it much. He rarely allowed me to do it. In fact he wasn’t ready to experiment much in sex.”

I said, “Oh aunty, you won’t be disappointed with me. You can be my sex teacher as well as my lover.”

My aunt smiled and said “I’m sure you would be a good student.” With that she once again kissed me with a passion like never before. I then slowly went down to kiss her neck and then moved towards her bra clad boobs. By that casino siteleri moment her breathing had become louder. When I started to lick her boobs over the bra, she kept her hand behind my head and held my face to her boobs.

She started to moan, “Yes, yes, baby, lick your aunt’s boobs. It’s all yours. Do anything you want with me. I have been waiting so long for this moment.”

Her bra was soaked with my saliva after some five minutes of licking. So’ I wanted to feel the real thing without clothes. When I tried to unhook her bra, she asked me to stop. She said, “Let’s take this to bedroom, darling. I’ll be able to teach you lot more there.” Then she locked the front door, took my hand and we both hurried to the master bedroom. I went behind her so that I could see her great ass swaying while walking.

Once we were in the bedroom she jumped on me and began to kiss me furiously. Somehow I managed to unhook her bra. Then I broke the kiss to admire her wonderful boobs. Actually they were bigger than I thought. I slowly squeezed her left boob while pinching her right nipple. Her nipples got hardened by my touch and they were about half an inch long. She moaned much louder, “Please darling, suck my nipples. It’s been so long since anyone has sucked them.”

Who was I to complaint??? I gently pushed her on to the bed. Then lied by her side and took her right nipple to my mouth. “Ahhh…..” A sigh of relief released escaped from her mouth. She turned to my side and began to run her fingers through my hair. “Take the whole areola into your mouth. It will give more pleasure to both of us.” I took whole areola into my mouth and began to suck harder while flicking the nipple with my tongue. By this time my cock was in full attention and aching to be released from my shorts. Aunt Sheela noticed this and she put her hand through the waist band of my short and began to run her hand softly over my shaft. I had to concentrate hard not to cum very early as I hadn’t done much things with her yet.

Meanwhile, I had switched to left boob and squeezing her big ass. After good 15 minutes of tit sucking I stood up to remove my shorts. Then I started to remove her skirt and she lifted her hips to support me. After removing it I could see a huge damp spot on the crotch of her red panty. Before I could do anything, she got up from the bed and made me lie on the bed. She knelt closer to my cock and licked it from bottom to top.

She asked me, “Wow, you have a nice cock darling. How long is this?”

I replied her with pride “6 and half inches.”

“Your uncle’s cock is just 4 inches when erect. Most of times he cums prematurely. Also he can’t make it more than once in a night”, she said in a sad voice.

I didn’t want her to be sad in this enjoyable moment. I wanted to please her as much as I wanted to enjoy myself. So, I told her, “Don’t worry aunty; I will do anything to make you happy.”

She smiled at me. “I know it very well darling.” With that she wrapped her lovely lips around my cock and slowly took half of my shaft into her mouth. Then she started to swirl her tongue around my mushroom shaped sensitive cock head. She was a real pro in cock sucking. The warmth of her mouth, my excitement in my first sexual act and the movements of her tongue were too much for me. I felt like I was in heaven. I was ready to blast my hot seed in her mouth from less than 5 minutes.

So I warned her, “Auntyyy…… I’m going to cummm…….”

She quickly took my cock out of her mouth. “You are not going to cum that easy, young man. You should learn how to control the urge to cum. You’ll learn it eventually by the practice.” She didn’t do anything with my cock for a few seconds. She had wanted this fun to last longer. She once again took my tool into her mouth. But this time she took whole 6 and half inches of my cock into her mouth. This surprised me as she struggled to get past the initial three quarter of it and once she got used to it, she took the whole length in. Then she slowly started to bob her head up and down my shaft while gently putting some pressure on my sack. It was a great scene to see my conservative aunt semi naked giving her nephew one of the best blowjobs a man could ever experience in his life. Meanwhile I moved my hands towards her tits and started to fondle them.

Once again I was at the verge of cumming and I didn’t want my aunt to stop the blowjob. So, this time I didn’t warn her. Suddenly she quickened the speed of her head movements and finally I started to shoot my hot semen into her willing mouth. There was a happy look in her eyes while I was shooting my load. My cock jerked and jerked and released about five thick spurts of cum into her mouth. I think it is the most amount of cum I had shot at once by then. I thought she would spit them out. But surprisingly she swallowed it all. Finally she sucked all the remaining seed at the tip of my cock. “Yummy, I had forgotten that the taste of cum is such good.”

She bahis siteleri got up and lied next to me on the bed. Then she said in an annoyed voice, “You are such a naughty boy. You should’ve warned me before coming.”

I replied her, “I’m sorry aunty. I thought you would stop it again if I warned you. I didn’t want it to stop. You are a great cocksucker. That felt so good to me and also I wanted to cum so badly. Will you forgive me?”

She smiled at me. “Oh darling, you are really good at appreciating women. It’s OK. I knew that you were going to cum soon. That’s why I increased my speed. That comes with experience.”

“My uncle is a lucky man to get such blowjobs from a very hot woman every day,” I said to my aunt.

She said, “I did that to him often when we were young. But later, he lost his interest in me. I got to know that he is getting them and much more from a young secretary in his office,” and began sobbing.

“Uncle Simon cheats on you. Oh my god! Why does he do such a thing?”

“I don’t know Sam. He thinks that I’m too old to enjoy sex. So, he hadn’t had sex with me since last year.” She was still sobbing.

I hugged her tightly. “Forget about that old bastard darling. If he cheats on you, the same treatment should be given to him in return. Show me that you are capable of pleasing even a young stud.”

She kissed my chest. I lifted her face up towards my face and kissed her full on the lips slipping my tongue into her mouth. I could taste my own cum in her mouth and it was the first time I had tasted it. She was very quick to respond to my kiss and she opened her mouth to welcome my tongue. After some time she broke the kiss and said me, “Please never leave me darling. I feel very safe between your arms. I’ve never felt such a safe feeling.”

I kissed her forehead and said, “Never Sheela, never. Just forget your troubles and I will give you the ultimate pleasure of your life.”

Then I slowly slid my hands through the elastic band of her skirt and started to massage her crotch over her panty. I felt dampness around her crotch area. Then I took my hand out and licked the moisture on it. She took my hand and put it in her mouth. Then, began to suck it.

I asked her, “Are you wet all for me, darling?”

“Of course, baby. I haven’t been wet like this in ages. Not even for your uncle. That means you are so special to me.”

With that I got up on to my knees and tried to remove her skirt and she lifted her hips to support me. Then I saw that she was wearing the panty which she had seen me jacking off. I was amazed by the sight in front of me and I think my mouth was half open at that time. Then I saw the huge wet spot on her crotch making the color of the printed rose flower into red. Also I could see some of her pussy hairs through it.

Then she told me, “I thought you would like it.”

“I really do. This is my favorite one. Can I kiss it?”

She said “Of course baby. From today, I’m only for you. So fulfill your all fantasies about me. Frankly, I too have fantasized about you for some time. I saw you growing in to a fine young man. Sometimes I thought how it would be to have you on my bed. So, today both our fantasies will come true.”

I slowly crawled in between her legs and put her legs over my shoulders. Then I slowly planted a kiss on her crotch. She shuddered a bit with it. I began to lick her crotch and the feeling of silk on my mouth was awesome. She kept her hands on my head and her sound of breathing became more intense. Her cunt juices were lot tastier than I thought. At that moment it was the tastiest drink in the world for me.

She was in great pleasure and was screaming, “Yes, yes…….. ohhhhhhh………”

After some time she began to gyrate her hips against my face. I kept my hands on her thighs to reduce her movements and lick her more easily. She began to scream much louder,

“Oh my god….. This feels so good. Please baby, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. I’m going to cumm……. Ahhhhhhhh……… I’m cummiiiiiiinnnnnggggg……………………………. Aaaahhh…………”

With that her womanly fluids started to flow in great amounts and I greedily drank all her juices that my mouth could take. But most of her juices remained on her panty and they made her panty look like she has just come out of her bath. Her public hairs were clearly visible through it.

Her eyes were closed tightly with the orgasmic pleasure and seemed like she was in another world. I still kept licking her crotch to give her much more pleasure that she deserved to have. About five minutes later, she grabbed my hand and dragged me towards her.

“I want to taste myself from your lips.”

With that she started to lick my lips. Then suddenly she darted her tongue between my lips and started a deep French kiss. It didn’t last long.

She told me, “I taste pretty good, huh.”

“Yes sweety, you taste like honey and I would drink even a gallon of it.”

“Oh darling, that was one of the best orgasms I had in my life. You are amazing. Do you want to see that ultimate place of your aunty?”

I was more than happy for that. “Yes aunty’ I was dreaming about it for such a long time. Please let me remove your panty. Please….”

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This is the next chapter in a sequel that brings together characters and topics from previous chapters. Best if you read those first!

***

The mobile phone ringing in the distance became louder and seemed oddly familiar as it invaded her subconsciousness and jolted Mandy from her dream state. She rubbed her eyes as she tried to shake off the hazy throws of deep sleep. She suddenly connected with the familiarity of the ringtone and bolted upright, reaching for her phone.

“Hullo?” she answered in a raw and raspy voice, leaving no doubt to the caller that they had woken her up. She glanced at the time and realized she had only been asleep for a few hours.

“Miss Hall, this is Evelyn from Mrs. Pearson’s office.”

“Yes, what is it Evelyn?” Mandy responded, now more fully awake.

“Mrs. Pearson wants to see you in her office in exactly one hour.”

“B-b-but it’s only 7 o’clock, what could she -…” Mandy was promptly cut off by Mrs. Pearson’s irritated assistant.

“Miss Hall, be in her office at the Foundation by 8 a.m. and may I suggest you shower before you meet with her?” Evelyn ended the call before she could respond again.

What in the hell could that be about? Mandy thought to herself. Whatever it was, she knew she’d better not be late given the serious tone in Evelyn’s voice.

She went into her bathroom and saw her stained clothes and her pumps scattered across the floor and the events of the evening suddenly came rushing back to her.

Mandy quickly showered, put on some make-up, threw on some modest jeans and a sweater and drove downtown to meet Mrs. Pearson.

When Mandy entered the Foundation lobby, Evelyn looked up, then immediately rose from her desk and walked towards the closed office door.

“Mrs. Pearson is waiting for you,” she said opening up the door, a slight smirk on her face.

As Mandy walked into her office, she saw Mrs. Pearson sitting in her chair with her back to the door, staring out the window at the magnificent view of the skyline, the morning sun painting the mountain range in vivid pastel colors.

Mandy stopped in front of her desk and paused for a moment. “Good Morning Mrs. Pearson. You wanted to see me?”

After a long pause, she replied, “You know, I never get tired of this view,” still staring out the window.

Gayle turned around in her chair, then leaned back with her hands clasped on her lap and a faux smile on her face. She motioned for Mandy to sit in one of the chairs in front of her desk.

“I understand you had an eventful evening last night. Do tell me all about it.”

As Mandy sat, she started with a recap of her night.

“Well, after I left your home last night I met up with the Klausmans at The Canyons. They are such wonderful people but unfortunately they had to leave early this morning.”

“Yes, yes, I know all of that,” she replied impatiently. “I’ve already heard from the ambassador before their flight left this morning. Anything else happen?”

Mandy was silent for a moment, trying to process what she might be after. She had a puzzled look on her face as Mrs. Pearson leaned forward with her steely eyes locked on Mandy’s, and spun the open laptop on her desk around so the display was facing her.

Mandy immediately saw a picture momentarily frozen in time on the screen of herself sitting in her Corvette. As the video began playing she was immediately filled with an overwhelming sense of dread.

Taken from a security camera located at some high vantage point, obviously somewhere overhead in the front drive of the hotel, the high-resolution video clip started at the point where Shane, the valet, started ejaculating into Mandy’s mouth. Whoever was operating the camera at the time had deftly zoomed in at just the precise moment to get a tight shot that clearly showed every detail of what was going on.

For added effect, the video went into slow-motion mode so the cum shots shooting from the valet’s penis towards Mandy’s mouth were long, slow arcs of exaggerated and amplified contrails of goo. They seemed to hang in mid-air as they reached their apogee, then the streams began to break apart as they descended and splashed onto her eager tongue before spilling out of the corners of her mouth.

After Gayle’s initial shock and anger at seeing the video for the first time, she had watched the video another thirty or so times, equally amazed both at the boy’s volume of discharge and Mandy’s voracious appetite for the stuff. Gayle never let on how aroused it made her from repeatedly watching the video.

Mandy sat in stunned silence as she watched the sordid scene unfold in front of her. She was shocked, mortified and suddenly fearful as the video ended showing her driving away from the hotel. At the same time, she felt a familiar tingle down below, for she had never seen a video of herself engaging in a sex act. It was strangely erotic, yet terrifying.

When she could bring herself to look at Mrs. Pearson, she was sitting back in her chair staring at Mandy with a bemused look on her face

“Do you bonus veren siteler mind telling me what in the hell you were thinking young lady?”

It was a rhetorical question and Gayle didn’t give her a chance to answer nor did she want to hear an explanation.

“When I decided to invest in your business, you sat right here in this office and do you recall the first thing we discussed?”

Mandy only nodded, her eyes downcast towards the floor.

“We talked about discretion Mandy,” she said disdainfully, her voice rising in anger as she spoke.

“About how it applied to me, to you and to my donors. And you violated my most fundamental rule and put all three of us at risk!” Mrs. Pearson furiously spat the words out.

“Mandy, with you taking your act public, it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to connect the dots and link you right back to me and potentially to the Klausmans as well. And for what? Just so you could get your jollies by getting some guy off? I understand men not being able to keep it in their pants, but I honestly thought you were better than that.”

Mandy sat there panic-stricken as Mrs. Pearson unloaded on her.

“I can only imagine the international scandal and embarrassment it could have caused, and on the night of my most glorious fundraising achievement ever,” she said almost mournfully, her voice trailing off.

“Mrs. Pearson,” she began softly as tears began to fall down her cheeks, “I don’t know what to say except that I am so sorry that I’ve put you in this situation.” She began to sob quietly.

Gayle looked at the pathetic wreck in front of her. The irony was not lost on her that these same cheeks that were now covered in tears had been splattered with the valet’s semen just hours earlier, at least according to the clear video evidence.

She put her hand up to stop Mandy. “Calm down and enough with the histrionics,” she said, sliding a box of tissues across the desk to her.

“Fortunately, I’m good friends with the owners of The Canyons, and their head of security has worked for me in the past. He alerted me to the video as soon as it happened and I have the only copy now as far as I know. I think I’ve contained the situation, no thanks to you.”

Still weeping, Mandy just nodded her head, her eyes averting Mrs. Pearson’s.

Gayle leaned forward in her chair. “Mandy, look at me. If we’re to continue as partners then you need to start showing better judgement starting right now. I told you before there could be no compromise when it comes to privacy and discretion and you violated my trust.”

“So, consider this your first and last warning. If it happens again, you and our relationship will be terminated immediately with extreme prejudice,” she said sternly.

“Yes ma’am,” she said sniffling, wondering if there was some sort of implied threat of personal harm in Mrs. Pearson’s voice.

With that off her chest, the mood lightened and the tension in the room lifted almost immediately.

“So, what were you thinking Mandy? That’s the damndest thing I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen plenty of pornos in my day. I must say that you’ve got some talent girl,” she said with a chuckle.

Mandy could finally manage a slight smile.

“I don’t know Mrs. Pearson. I was so fired up going to see the Klausmans only to have it end so soon. I guess I kind of lost it down there.”

“I’ll say. That’s one of the reasons I gave you the use of the condo, so you could act out your fantasies or whatever in complete privacy. Start using it,” she said in an admonishing tone.

“Yes Mrs. Pearson.”

“You can start with that valet kid since he’s no doubt looking for a new job this morning. Maybe he’s associate material,” Gayle said wryly, her eyebrow cocked.

Changing the subject, she then asked, “Incidentally, how did you enjoy your time with the Klausmans?”

Mandy’s moist eyes brightened. “They’re incredible people Mrs. Pearson. I was sad to see the night cut short to be honest.”

“Well, they’re quite smitten with you for some reason so whatever happened between you, they enjoyed it very much. I think you can expect to hear from them very soon,” she added, now smiling.

“That’s nice to hear ma’am. But one thing, they gave me this as I left and I’m not sure what it is,” she said, handing the metal card to Mrs. Pearson.

Gayle didn’t need to look too closely at it to know instantly what it was.

“Oh Mandy, you have much to learn,” she said shaking her head. “This is your gratuity for last night.”

Mandy looked at her with a puzzled expression on her face.

“You see,” she explained, “on this side is the numbered account they’ve assigned you at some offshore bank. You’ll need to call the phone number on the other side to get information as to the account balance and so on. I strongly recommend you memorize that number or put it in a very safe place.”

“Congratulations, you’ve now had your first lesson in international finance,” Gayle said with a smile.

Mandy nodded, also smiling now.

“Based bahis on the sizable donation they wired overnight, I think they were quite pleased with the evening overall. Keep up the good work.”

“Thank you again Mrs. Pearson. I am so sorry I let you down and I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Oh, I know it won’t dear. Let’s just learn from this and move on. The slate is clean but remember, I have the memory of an elephant,” she said with a serious look, ensuring Mandy understood her.

Mandy nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

“Now go home and get some rest. You look like hell.”

Mandy was stunned when she called the number and found out that ten thousand Swiss Francs had been deposited into an account assigned to her. She knew the general exchange rate and one franc was generally equivalent to one US dollar. The Klausmans were undeniably very generous people.

***

The next day Mandy did indeed hear from Shane, the former valet at The Canyons. She almost winced when she heard his voice given the tongue-lashing she had received from Mrs. Pearson the day before, but she was also mindful of her quasi-directive to check him out.

Now jobless, Shane was following up with Mandy to see if she “had any openings that he might be considered for.” When she heard his phraseology she almost burst out laughing at his choice of words.

They discussed at a high level what the job entailed and the type of person she was looking for. Eager for a face-to-face interview, Shane agreed to meet with her the following Saturday at 10 a.m. at Mrs. Pearson’s condo.

When her cell phone rang, Gayle Pearson looked at the caller ID and quickly answered the phone. After a brief thirty second conversation she ended the call. Then she dialed a number from her favorites list.

Nick saw the incoming call and cheerily answered, “Gaylie! How are you my friend?”

“I’m doing quite well, thank you for asking.”

“What can I do for you today,” he asked obligingly.

“Nick, I need for you to do me a favor and interview a young man for an associate position.”

Nick gulped, knowing what that entailed. “Of course, Gayle, not a problem. Can you send me the details?”

“I’ll send you a reminder but his name is Shane and he was most recently at The Canyons. He’s a friend.”

That implication was not lost on Nick.

“Got it.”

“Can you meet with him this Saturday at the condo at 10:30 a.m.?”

“That should work just fine,” Nick replied. “Anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Nothing special, just the usual going-over will do.”

“Consider it done Gayle.”

“Thanks as always Nick. And let me know what you find in him,” she said, then ending the call.

Nick pondered the last statement, then shook his head, chuckling. Gayle never ceased to amaze him.

***

On Saturday morning at the appointed time, Shane pulled up to the gate at Mrs. Pearson’s luxury condo complex and gave the security guard his name and was immediately allowed to pass through with directions to her building. Once in the lobby foyer, he picked up the phone and dialed the penthouse number and was promptly buzzed through.

The private elevator took him to the top floor and when the doors opened, he immediately saw a large door that was slightly ajar. He stepped up to it and lightly rapped on the door with his knuckles, pushing it open a few inches.

“Hello? It’s Shane,” he announced into the otherwise empty room.

“Oh, hey Shane. Come on in,” he heard a woman’s voice say from somewhere inside the unit.

Shane shrugged and pushed through the doorway and walked in, closing the door behind him.

“I’m out here,” Mandy called, beckoning him from another part of the condo.

He walked through the living room to where he thought he’d heard the voice coming from and stepped out onto a broad outdoor veranda that was facing the mountains. He stopped when he saw Mandy laying on a chaise lounge facing him and the doorway. He took in the sight for a moment and then smiled.

She lay on her back on the inclined chair clad in an extreme micro bikini with her legs uncrossed. The bikini essentially looked like it was comprised of just three small triangles of plum-colored, sheer satin material.

On the top, there was barely enough material to cover her areolas and nipples and it was sheer enough that it really didn’t matter anyway as her pencil erasers poked through the material. Down below, Shane could easily make out the outlines of her labia lips as they pressed against the meager fabric leaving nothing to the imagination.

Mandy eyed the growing lump in his trousers and let him admire the view for a few more moments before speaking.

“Right on time Shane…a good trait!” she said smiling, raising her BVLGARI cat-eye sunglasses to look at him.

Gesturing to the empty chaise lounge next to hers, she invited him over. “Come, have a seat,” she said, patting the cushion.

Shane came over and sat facing her with his feet planted on the deck in front deneme bonusu of him. He tried to resist the urge to stare at her nearly naked body but it was futile.

“Y-y-you look amazing Miss Hall,” he stuttered.

She laughed. “Shane, it’s Mandy. Just call me Mandy.”

She could sense his growing discomfort and erection so she decided to torment him a little more. Bringing her left leg up and bending is slightly her hip, she brought her knee out until her leg and foot were perpendicular to her right leg, in almost a yoga-like pose. When she did this, the small triangle of fabric that was barely covering her crotch moved, exposing her glistening labia lips to Shane. He just stared, wide-eyed and his mouth slightly agape.

“Like what you see Shane?”

Mesmerized by the sight, he stammered, “It’s, it’s, it’s amazing Miss Hall.”

“Would you like to touch it?”

“Oh yeah, I’d like that a lot,” he said, now panting slightly.

“Then go ahead.”

Shane knelt down beside her chaise lounge, his hands on her left thigh as peered closer at her naked pussy. She was obviously clean shaven down there because the tiny triangle would have betrayed her otherwise.

Mandy spread her legs further apart and her lips parted slightly revealing the pink moist inner folds and her hooded clitoris. He was close enough that he caught her sweet musky scent. She had been wet with anticipation all morning and he could clearly see her dew drops of nectar that had collected towards the bottom of her slit.

He marveled at Mandy’s vagina because in truth, hers was the first one he had ever actually seen when she had pulled her car up to the front portico of The Canyons just a week earlier. A lot had happened since then. He had seen the wet spot she had left on the seat of her Corvette and he ran his finger through it and he had smelled and tasted her tanginess. It was all he could do to keep from beating his meat right then and there.

When she came back for her car, she had sucked his dick right there in the parking lot – also his first, at least from a female anyway. He was fired the next day for violating all sorts of company policies but was saved when he got a strange phone call from a stranger suggesting he call Mandy about a job.

Now here he was, kneeling next to the same beautiful girl, his head not more than a foot away from her sex and a raging boner in his pants.

“Well go ahead. It’s not going to bite you,” Mandy said with a laugh.

Shane looked around briefly, making sure no one could see him this time. He had nothing to worry about since the massive penthouse terrace extended the entire West side of the building closest to the mountains and was blocked from anyone’s view on the sides. With nothing between the veranda and the front range, only a high-flying hawk (or a drone) would be able to peer down on them and neither was flying that day.

Shane went for her labia lips and he gently pried them apart with his thumb and forefinger exposing more of her inner folds and the entrance to her vagina. Mandy helped him by pulling the fabric all the way away, now fully baring her juicy quim to him. Shane was tentative with his touch and almost in a sense of awe and wonderment as he explored a pussy for the first time.

Sensing his hesitation, Mandy asked, “Have you ever seen a woman’s private parts before Shane?”

“Um, not really Miss Hall.”

“Oh my god! You’re a virgin?” she asked excitedly.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“What about last week at The Canyons? Was that your first…?”

“Oh no, I’ve had those before!” he gushed proudly.

“How old are you Shane?”

“I’m twenty,” he said sheepishly. “But I’ll be twenty-one in a couple of weeks!”

Mandy was instantly relieved to know that at least he was of age. Heck, he was almost 3 years older than her at that! And then she thought of all the guys she’d been with in her short time on the planet and here she was with a virgin, well kind of. Then she thought about all the fun she was going to have with this kid…she could show him all sorts of things. That thought alone sent lightning bolts through her pussy.

“Very cool. Well, don’t worry about anyone seeing us up here,” she said, spreading her legs wider as a not so subtle hint for Shane to refocus.

His index finger felt her damp slit, his touch causing her to jump slightly. He ran his digit up the inside of her pussy, not penetrating yet, but enough to see how very wet she was becoming. As he explored her, his finger tip ran up under her hood and touched her sensitive clitoris causing Mandy to jump slightly.

“Ooh, that feels good Shane.”

Taking his cue, he ran his fingers up and down her lips several times, always pausing to rub her clit. Her pussy was now soaked as she leaned back on the chaise lounge, her eyes closed behind her sunglasses. Her breathing was becoming heavier and Shane took this as a sign he was doing it the right way.

As he massaged her clit, Mandy unconsciously reached up and moved the tiny triangles away from her nipples and began rolling them between her index and middle fingers. As Shane watched her do this, his dick got even harder in his pants. He got bolder and the next trip down to the bottom of her slit, Shane pushed his fingers into her well-lubricated vaginal opening causing her to gasp.

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I wasn’t really looking to find anyone; in fact I was pretty much avoiding romance and relationships altogether. I didn’t think I would ever find anyone who I would feel like this about. I usually prefer to keep it simple. I will get horny and just turn to old fuck buddies or someone new to flirt with and send clips of myself using the vibrator and get them to send me theirs.

Nathan, however, is different. I feel a connection with him and I can talk to him for hours. The time flies by and before I know it we’ve been talking all night. We met on a forum of a band we both like. I was on there in the discussion boards mostly until I got bored one night and went on the chat. He sent me a private message but he was never sexual or aggressive. He commented about how beautiful I was in the pictures I had on my profile. We added each other as friends after our first conversation.

Any time I was on the forum after that I would chat with him and flirt a little. One night being a little tipsy and really horny we flirted way more than usual I ended up using my vibrator while we chatted and flirted. We decided to video chat later that night and that’s when it started. We ended up on video chat until 5 am, for me, and 7am for him, since we live a couple time zones apart.

Seeing his face for the first time made my heart race. He was gorgeous and he really didn’t even acknowledge it. He has a head of thick glossy back hair, brown eyes with little specs of green in them and full lips. He also has a nice scruff of facial hair, which I love, and a sturdy and firm body that I just want to grip onto and never let go. He is intelligent, really book smart, thoughtful, and funny. He really listens to everything I say and remembers everything I tell him. He also has a deep sexy voice and he makes my pussy wet when I hear it or even think about it. We found that we have a lot in common so it is easy to talk to him.

Now after months of talking I was on a plane to finally meet him in person for the first time. I decided it was best türkçe bahis for me to fly to him, he lived in a bigger city and I was dying to get out of town and see someplace new, and his sexy ass was at the top of my to do list. My heart was racing about ready to leap from my chest. I tried to steady my hands as best I could to reapply my makeup and brush my hair.

When I was finally able to get off the airplane my heart was going crazy. I grabbed my carry-on bag and waited impatiently for the people ahead of me. It felt as if it took forever as I walked out of the tunnel I looked around and saw him off to the side. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I rushed to him. We hugged and I kissed his neck. He is one of those guys who don’t like the whole PDA thing so I had to try my best to not maul him.

He smiled at me and said “You look even more radiant in person. I am blown away.”

I grinned, bit my lip and thanked him. “You look great too; I am having a hard time keeping my hands off you.”

We rushed to get my baggage and then out to his car talking excitedly the whole time. He opened the door for me and put my luggage in the back seat and got in the car.

“Just wait a second” I told him before he turned the keys in the ignition. He turned his face toward me. “I just want to do one thing first.”

I kissed his lips and felt him kissing me back.

“I have a feeling I’m not even going to need half the clothes I brought.” I told him when our kiss ended and he agreed wholeheartedly.

He drove us back to his apartment building I flirted the whole time pulling my skirt up and running my hand over my thigh seductively. He was watching me and trying to pay attention to the road at the same time.

“I can’t wait to get you back home.” He told me grinning.

I giggled and bit my lip. “I can’t either,” I told him.

We finally made it back to his place and up to his apartment. He put my suitcase down and I threw my other bag down as soon as we walked iddaa siteleri in the door. We embraced and I felt his lips clamp down on mine hungrily. We kissed passionately our tongues dancing and swirling. He pulled my dress over my head and I pulled his shirt off and we kicked off our shoes. He paused to look over my body before grabbing me toward him again.

“I have wanted you like this from the first time I laid eyes on you.” He said and looked into my eyes. “I can’t believe it is actually happening.”

He kissed me again and led me to his bed. My pussy was wet as hell and my body felt as if it were on fire. When we got to his bed he sat and I stood in front of him and reached behind me to unhook my bra and let out my 36DDD’s. I pulled my bra away and immediately his hands and mouth were there rubbing and sucking and pinching at my hard nipples.

“I love your body.” He told me.

I pulled away and knelt before him; his cock was straining behind his pants so I unbuttoned and unzipped him. He lifted his ass off the bed so I could pull them off. Now that he was naked I could see his beautiful cock.

I licked a little at the tip and swirled my tongue around and around getting him wet before sliding his cock into my hot mouth.

I moved up and down and moved my tongue back and forth as he slid toward the back of my throat. I pulled back and focused again on the head. I lapped and tickled him with my tongue as he moaned. He ran his hand through my hair as I took him into my throat. He stood then and I gripped his ass and pulled him closer to me. He fucked my mouth with his hands in my hair and my hand lightly massaging his balls. I swallowed down his cum enjoying every bit of it when he came. He sat back on the bed and pulled me up to kiss him.

“It’s my turn” he told me.

He laid me back on his bed against the pillows and kissed me again. He trailed his kisses down my body paying special attention to my nipples that were aching for attention. He moved downward deneme bonusu veren siteler still and pulled my panties off and spread my legs to fit between them. He first teased at my lips with his tongue

“You are soaked,” he smiled up at me.

He ran his finger around my lips wetting my lips with my juices. He flicked his tongue against my clit and I moaned. He started swirling his tongue around my clit and over it and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. I loved the feel of his facial hair scratching at the sensitive skin. He moved his tongue inside my cunt and I felt myself start to grind against him. He sucked my clit into his mouth and I felt myself nearing a climax.

“I’m going to cum,” I told him.

He lapped furiously at me, and I convulsed and moaned. He climbed up beside me and we lay together in each other’s arms kissing and running out hands over each other’s bodies.

“I can tell this is going to be a mind blowing week,” He said smiling.

We rested for a while, still kissing and enjoying that we were in able to hold one another at last.

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” He told me.

In response I whispered in his ear “Me either” and ran my tongue along his ear before sucking his ear lobe between my lip.

I knew from our talks that, that was the way to get him hard. I kissed behind his ear and down his neck and saw his cock growing hard again and heard him moan. I straddled him and moved to his other ear to give both sides equal attention.

“You made me hard again. It looks like we have some business to take care of.”

I moved my pussy directly over his hard cock and lowered myself down slowly enjoying the feel of him sliding inside of me. I was so wet. I moved against him and he pulled himself up into a sitting position and I wrapped my legs around him. He licked and sucked my nipples as I rode him. I felt myself orgasm again and grinded furiously against him until I did. I got up then and stuck my ass in the air so he could take me from behind.

“I want you to fuck me Nathan. Fuck me hard.”

He eagerly pushed his gorgeous cock into my waiting pussy and grabbed ahold of me as he pushed deep inside me. I felt his balls slap against my clit as I leaned forward. God I loved the way he felt inside me.

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All characters are purely fictional. All parties in the story are18 years or older.

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Kyle Smith was your average 18-year-old boy. His skinny build and 5′-6″ height didn’t make him a hit with the ladies, but that didn’t bother him much. You see, Kyle’s true fetish was not engaging in sex himself, but from actually watching others without their knowledge.

Deviously, he ventured out at night and strolled through the neighborhood, peeking into any window he hoped might get him a glimpse of some sexy young nude woman, or maybe a couple that might be engaging in some kind of passionate sex. Yes, Kyle suffered from Peeping Tom Syndrome. However, all that was going to change tonight.

“Don’t move!” A voice yelled out of the darkness, as he stood by a window pane, caught with his cock in his hand.

A bright light hit him square in the face, as he turned unhurriedly and then heard, “Put that back in your pants and step this way slowly.”

Kyle tried to block the beaming light with his left hand, while he forcefully shoved his tool back into his trousers.

Finally, able to make out who was giving him these strict orders, he cringed, as an officer pointed a gun in his direction and announced, “Get on your knees and put your hands behind your back.”

Kyle did as he was told and almost cried when he felt the handcuffs tightening on his wrists.

The officer helped him to his feet and escorted him to the squad car, where he waited and thought, Holy fuck am I dead.

Kyle watched as the officer knocked on the couple’s door he had spied on and then engaged in a very long conversation with them.

Finally, when the officer returned to the car and got inside the driver seat. He explained, “You’re very a lucky young man. The woman doesn’t want to press charges. However, I think your parents should be aware of what took place here tonight.”

“Yes, sir,” Kyle croaked, as the lump in his throat grew bigger.

Rachel (Kyle’s mother) was a very loving parent. At 42, she carried herself very well. With her slim build and bubbly breast, it was no wonder she was still a very popular clothes model for the local ad agencies. Rachel liked to keep her brunette hair very long and straight, which went nicely with her deep-blue eyes.

Kyle’s father, ‘Taylor,’ on the other hand, was harsher towards him. Always finding some fault with anything he or others had done. Unlike his mother, at 50 his father definitely showed his age. His almost pure white hair and beer gut wasn’t much to look at. But then again, who would ever know, since most of his time was either spent at work or watching some kind of sports on the television.

It just so happened that on that night there was a big game showing, so when the phone rang, Rachel was the one that answered.

“Am I talking to Mrs. Smith?”

“Speaking?”

“Mrs. Smith. I’m Officer Todd. I have your son here with me at the station.”

“Oh my god what happened? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. But I think it’s best if you come down here and we talk.”

“Is… Is he in some kind of trouble?”

“He hasn’t been arrested. But he could have been.”

“OH! Oh my! Okay officer. I’ll be right there.”

Rachel hung up the phone and wondered. Should I tell Taylor? Maybe not. It might be best if I meet with the officer alone.

“Who was that, honey?”

“Oh only a stupid survey call. Listen, I just remembered we need milk.”

“Now?”

“You want it for your coffee in the morning, don’t you?”

“I guess you have a point. Oh… I’m assuming you’re going yourself, right? I mean, this is an important game.”

“Yes, Taylor. I figured as much. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, dear.”

Rachel acted nonchalant as she left the house, but once inside the car, she had trouble controlling her speed. Her mind raced with all sorts of things her son could have done and hoped none of them were true.

Finally, when she reached the station, her heart pounded hard, as she told the desk clerk that Officer Todd was expecting her.

“Hello, Mrs. Smith. Please come this way,” Officer Todd said and guided her towards a small room.

Kyle saw his mother as she walked by from his holding cell and felt his body go numb.

Fuck… it’s Mom. This is going to kill her, he thought, as his eyes swelled up with tears.

Ten minutes had passed before his mother and the officer emerged from the room across the hall. Her very distraught complexion spoke volumes, as the officer approached his detention chamber.

“Your mother will take you home now. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

With his head hung low, Kyle slowly shuffled out of the room and mumbled, “I have.”

Kyle walked over to his mother and looked up. His eyes once again filled with tears, as he noticed how shaken she appeared and croaked, “Mom… I’m so sorry. I…”

“Not now Kyle. Let’s go.”

Kyle followed her out the door and into their car. They drove in complete silence türkçe bahis for about four blocks, when Rachel finally said in a loud, cracked voice, “How could you do that?”

“Please, Mom. I said I was sorry.”

“That isn’t going to cut it this time, Mister! Do you know how much trouble you could have been in? In God’s name, what even possessed you into doing such a thing?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Was anyone else with you?”

“Mom… Please.”

“Answer me, dammit!”

Kyle never heard his mother talk in such a demeanor and blurted out, “It excited me okay!”

“What! What do you mean it excited you? You some kind of a pervert? I can’t believe this is happening.”

Kyle just looked out the window as the car went quiet again. However, the silence was broken when his mother’s soft sobbing filled the void.

“Shit!” he heard her exclaim as the car took a sudden left turn.

“Mom?”

“I told your father, I was getting milk. He isn’t aware of any of this yet.”

“Oh…” was all Kyle could say.

The car pulled up to a grocery store and as his mother got out said, “Stay here.” Then shut the door very forcefully.

He watched as she marched into the establishment and thought, I’m so dead when she tells Dad.

When Rachel got back, she placed the bag in the rear seat and then stepped inside herself. However, before she started the car she looked at him and in a forceful, tone said, “So how long have you been doing this?”

Kyle looked at her and replied, “Not long,” and hoped she actually bought his lie.

“So should I be worried about you doing this again?”

“No, Mom. I think I learned my lesson.”

Rachel sighed and said, “I hope so,” and started the car. “Now when we get home, I want you to go straight to your room.”

“What… What about dad?” Are you going to tell him?”

“I don’t know yet.”

The car pulled into the driveway, and Rachel reiterated, “Now remember what I said. Go straight to your room.”

“Okay, Mom,” Kyle replied and raced out of the car. He opened the front door and yelled, “Hey, Dad,” as he fast paced up the steps. However, at the top of the landing, he paused and listened as his mother made her entrance.

“I’m back, dear.”

“What took you so long? You’ve been gone for almost an hour.”

“Yes, I know. I ran into Stef at the store, and we got into talking.”

Kyle sighed in relief as his mother spun her tale.

“Oh. So how is she doing?” his father asked.

“I guess as good as can be expected. It has only been three months since her husband passed.”

“Passed??? Hmpf… You make it sound like he died with dignity.”

“Taylor!”

“Well, it’s true. The loser did kill himself. I mean instead of facing his problems, he took the coward’s way out.”

“You can be so heartless at times,” Rachel shouted and stomped into the kitchen.

Kyle crept into his room and crashed on his bed. In the darkness, he laid and contemplated over the entire night.

Wow, I guess I was lucky. What the hell am I going to do now? If I get caught again, I might actually go to jail. Not to mention how devastated Mom would be.

But then his mind went further back. Back to what got him caught in the first place. The reason he couldn’t move from the window was from what he saw taking place inside, and his hand squeezed his groin as the images of the two displayed in his mind. Kyle closed his eyes and watched it once again unfold. The most taboo thing he ever saw. A mother and son stripped naked and fondly one another in their own living room.

He was just about to jerk off when the sounds of his parents retiring for the night could be heard, and he lay there motionless.

That was when a most devious idea popped into his head, and he whispered, “Yeah. I think I know what I could do.”

The next-day, Kyle dressed and met his parents who were already sitting at the breakfast nook and greeted them with a pleasant good morning.

“Take a seat. I’ll make you some eggs,” Rachel said.

“He can have my chair. I’d better run before I’m late. I’ll see you both tonight.”

“Okay honey.” Rachel replied as her husband rose up and kissed her cheek.

Kyle sat down and watched his mother as she cooked, and then when he heard the front door close said, “Thanks, Mom.”

“For what?”

“For lying to Dad.”

Rachel turned and looked at him very sternly and said, “I only did it because he wouldn’t be as understanding as I am. Which brings me to this. I thought about how you said it excited you, and I think I know what is happening.”

“You… you do?”

“Yes. I think your teenage hormones are getting the best of you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I think that once you mature more your sexual urges will subside. But until then, you’re going to have to learn to control them.”

“I’ll try, Mom.”

“Good.” Rachel half smiled, and went back to cooking.

Kyle was happy that his mother wasn’t pissed anymore but her words struck a nerve, and he could help but drill on them iddaa siteleri inside his mind. Mature more? She still thinks I’m a kid. I bet if my cock was pounding in her; she wouldn’t say that. Huh? Now why did I think that?

Kyle looked back at his mom and for the first time took notice of how nice and firm her round ass appeared under her very formal black skirt. His eyes then trailed down lower and admired her sleek, well-toned calves and thought. She does have a very attractive backside.

Rachel turned around holding a plate in her hands and leaned forward, placing it in front of her son.

“Here you go,” she said, but as she lifted herself up, she noticed his eyes beaming at her bosom, and it shocked her.

Did he just gawk at my breast? she thought as her left hand clutched her blouse and closed the gap in the material.

Shit! She caught me, Kyle thought and quickly looked down at his plate and replied, “Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.”

Kyle shoveled his eggs down and dashed from the table.

“K, Mom. Thanks again.”

“No dallying after school. I want you to come straight home. I have a shoot this evening and don’t want to worry if you’re out getting into trouble.”

“Aw, Mom. I told you I won’t.”

“Kyle, just do this to give me a piece of mind.”

“Fine, Mom. I’ll rush right home.”

“Thank you.”

Kyle left for class but waited outside the school and watched as his classmates entered the building. It was then that he spied the son from the other night and he slowly approached him.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” Kyle said as he cut the boy off.

“Do I know you?”

“No. Not really. I was the person that the cops had in the car the other night.”

“Oh so you’re the fucking pervert that was looking into our house. I should just kick your ass right now.”

“You can try. But even if you do kick my ass, what’s going to stop me from telling everyone what you’re doing with your mother?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t play stupid. I saw both of you. On the couch. You want me to give you a play by play?”

“Who’s to say people would believe you?”

“That is also true. But I wonder what your father might actually think if he was to find out. I noticed he wasn’t around that night.”

“Okay… So what the fuck do you want?”

“Well. Don’t take this the wrong way. But I can’t get caught spying again. So if you don’t mind, I’d like you to film your mother and you when you’re having sex.”

“What! Fuck that’s just twisted. And besides I don’t think my mother would ever agree to do that.”

“So do it without her knowing.”

“I… I guess I can do that. But what’s stopping you from showing the video to others?”

“Really, I’m not like that. I promise it will be only for me. I just feel it would help curb my fetish.”

“You’re sick, dude. But okay. I’ll agree to this. Just know it might be some time before I can get you a video. My father came home last night.”

“Oh… Did I say a video? I meant a couple of them.”

“A couple!”

“Well, yeah. Is that a problem?”

“I guess not.” The boy sighed and then said, “I really don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“Sorry, you don’t. But if it’s any consolation, I do feel terrible about asking you to do this.”

“Yeah. Well just remember a couple of times and that’s it,” the boy grumbled.

“I give you my word,” Kyle said and watched as the boy huffed angrily past him.

That evening as Kyle’s waited for supper time, his sexual urges returned. After meeting with the boy, he couldn’t help but think back to what he saw and like an itch you couldn’t scratch, he finally couldn’t take it anymore.

Mom has that photo shoot. Maybe I can sneak out after she leaves? Oh but what if she calls to check on me. Shit. Oh I know.

“Hey Mom, alright if I go see Randy while he’s home?”

Rachel looked puzzled at him but knew if she said no, her husband would question as to why, so hesitantly she replied, “Ok, dear. And while you’re there, tell Stef I said hi. Oh and don’t be late. It is still a school night.”

“I won’t.” Kyle snickered under his breath and headed out on his voyeuristic adventure.

It just so happened that before Rachel left for her modeling job, her friend called and Rachel asked, “So are the boys catching up?”

“What do you mean?”

“Isn’t Kyle there?”

“No I haven’t seen him.”

That son of a bitch lied, she thought and then realized what he was probably up to.

“Listen, Stef. Let me call you back.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes. I’ll fill you in later.”

“Okay, I have something to discuss with you also.”

“Alright,” Rachel quickly replied before hanging up the phone and rushing towards the door.

“Who was that?” her husband asked as he sat in his favorite chair and watched another game.

Thinking quickly, Rachel replied. “They’re starting the shoot early, I have to hurry.”

“Oh my god, Rachel. I told you before you don’t have to do that anymore.” deneme bonusu veren siteler

“Jesus, Taylor. I realize that. But what part of ‘I like the extra money’ are you missing?”

Rachel saw her husband roll his eyes as she walked out the door.

Now where could he have gone? she thought as she walked down the street.

Two blocks north, Kyle was slipping through backyards, looking for any window that might hold a good opportunity, when suddenly he spied a light flicker on two houses away. Kyle crouched down and quickly made his way up to the house. His head hung below the windowsill as he patiently eased it up higher. His eyes emerged over the sill, and he whispered, “Bingo!” when a girl a little older than his age came into view. His hand dropped down to his dick as the girl started to remove her bright-red, knee-high skirt from her slim waist.

Kyle unzipped his pants and had just released his stiffing manhood free when a hand firmly grabbed his shoulder, and he jumped.

“What the fuck are you doing?” his mother harshly said in a loud whisper.

“Mom!”

“Jesus, Kyle. Put that back!”

Kyle looked down and sure enough there was his cock standing at attention and he made an attempt to tuck it back into his trouser but had trouble doing so, since his mother was pulling him away from the house.

“I can’t believe this. I trusted you and this is how you show me respect.”

“Mom!!! Please you’re hurting me! Slow down.”

When Rachel finally had her son on the sidewalk, she turned, shook her finger and yelled, “You’re so fucking grounded now!”

“Grounded? Mom you can’t ground me. I’m an adult now.”

“Oh, so you think you’re an adult. How does living on the street sound to you?”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. If you’re not going to listen to me, then out you go. Oh, and as for your father finding out about this, I guess we’ll see what he does.”

“Mom… You know he’d kill me.”

“Maybe a good smack is what you need. I tried to reason with you, but obviously it didn’t work.”

“Listen, Mom. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help it. The craving was too great. Honest. I did try.”

“I told you this morning what your hormones would do.”

“I know, Mom. I know. Maybe I’m just too weak.” Kyle replied dropping his head and openly sobbing.

Rachel sighed and hugged him. Then put her right hand on top of his bowed head and whispered, “It’s ok, baby. Mommy will try to help you through this,” and lovingly kissed his forehead.

Kyle hugged her back as he sniveled, but as he did his body responded to her firm breast that pressed into his chest, and it excited him. Without thinking, he instinctively pulled her tighter and lunged his groin forward smashing it into her mound, and he groaned.

Rachel felt his stiff pole and pushed him back. She was astonished at first but heard him mumble, “Sorry, Mom.”

“It’s… It’s ok, honey. Let’s just go home.”

On the walk back home Rachel looked at her boy and thought. How can I help him? There must be something that I can do.

Kyle walked with his head down and when they were a block away from the house, he pleaded, “You going to tell Dad?”

“No. But you are still grounded. At least until I figured out a way to get you through this.”

“Okay, Mom. Oh wait! Did you miss your photo shoot?”

“Yes I did.”

“Aww, Mom. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Your father didn’t want me to be doing that anymore anyways.”

“But Mom. You liked doing that.”

“Yeah, I did. But I’m sure since I didn’t cancel they’re not going to want me anymore.”

“Mom, what if you hurried to the place?”

“Kyle, I would be an hour late. I couldn’t show up now.”

“Please, Mom. You have to try. It would kill me if I’m the reason you lost your job.”

Rachel sighed and said, “Okay. But you’re coming with me.”

“Sure, Mom. I understand.”

When they got to their house, Rachel whispered, “I hope your father doesn’t hear me just leaving now. I don’t know what excuse I could use that he would believe.”

Kyle replied, as they opened the car door, “Don’t worry, Mom. When he’s watching a game he’s too engrossed to hear anything.”

“I hope so,” Rachel fired back as she got into the car. “Here goes,” she said as she started the engine and put the car in reverse.

She looked at the house and was happy when she didn’t see her husband peeking out the window as she put the car in drive.

Kyle looked back at the house as his mother drove away and said, “See. He didn’t hear a thing.”

Rachel hurried across town and pulled up to the studio. The set director was just leaving when she flagged him down and said, “I’m so sorry I’m late. I had car trouble.”

“Well I don’t know, Rachel. The crew just packed up for the night. We had already called a replacement for tomorrow.”

“I understand,” Rachel sighed and turned to walk away but then heard, “Let me see if the crew is willing to set up again.”

“Oh thank you. Thank you,” Rachel replied as she shook his hand vigorously.

The crew agreed, and Rachel got ready while her son waited by the sidelines. Little did he realize how this would affect him.

Rachel came out of the dressing room wearing a long, very seductive black formal gown. The slit on the left side went up to her upper thigh, and Kyle’s mouth dropped open.

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The following morning Jamie woke up, the room was empty and she looked under the covered and noticed she was still naked. She climbed out of bed and putting on a robe, opened the door and went down to the kitchen. She was naked under the robe, she never did this before, but watching those three girls and watching those two large cocks did something to her.

She entered the kitchen and Patti and Nancy were at the counter making breakfast. Charles, John, Jimmy and Markus were at the kitchen table sipping coffee and reading the paper. The three girls were laughing and giggling in the hot tub. She came over to Charles and gave him a kiss on the top of his bald, black head. When she did this her robe parted slightly and John and Jimmy noticed immediately. She followed their gaze and immediately closed her robe and tightened the sash.

John had an extra glass of orange juice, he asked Charles what her breakfast drink of choice was and when he told him, John got her a glass and added his secret weapon. He stood up and handed her the orange juice; “Here Jamie, just for you. You can have my seat, I have to go and check on the pool, I want to make sure the filters are clear. We had a little wind storm last night and I want to check it out.”

She smiled up at him and taking the glass nodded; “Thank you John, what’s very nice of you.” She sat down and looking around noticed everyone was already dressed; “Did I oversleep or something? What time is it anyways?”

Charles snickered at her; “You must have been tired, you were out when I got into the room and you were snoring throughout the night. By the way it’s already 10:30, you never sleep that late. Drink up, it’s almost time to start on the beer and wine, it is a holiday if you’ve forgotten.”

She drank down her orange juice and put the empty glass on the table. She looked at Charles; “What?”

He smiled at her; “Oh nothing, you just downed that like a woman who’s dying of thirst.”

She nodded; “I did sleep well and I was rather thirsty. I wonder if John had any more of that, it hit the spot?”

John just re-entered the kitchen and heard her; “Another glass of O.J. coming right up.” He broke up another pill and putting the powder in her glass, he refilled it. He was in luck and thought this was going to be easier than he ever imagined. He handed her the glass and she downed half if it without stopping.

“Mmmm that’s some real good O.J., what kind do you buy?”

“We fresh squeeze it ourselves. I get the oranges by the bushel from the Eastern Market.”

“Charles, we should try that?”

“Why, you’re the only one who loves orange juice.” He turned to Patti; “Thanks for breakfast Patti, Nancy, I’m going to get my suit on and head outside to the pool.” He went into the sunroom and got his suit and walking past Jamie, she stopped him.

“Why is your suit out there?”

“After we got out of the tub last night, I wrapped myself in one of the towels and took my wet suit off in there. I didn’t want to walk through the house in a wet suit, we all did, how come you didn’t?”

She was caught; “Oh, I guess I didn’t think of it that way, makes sense, sorry.”

He went into the bathroom just off the kitchen and changed, and headed out to the pool with a beer he got from the cooler. Marcus joined him; Jimmy was already out there floating around on an air mattress.

Jamie finished her O.J. and looked over at Patti; “Need any help there Patti?”

“No thanks sis; got it covered. Do you want anything for breakfast?”

“No thanks, but how about some toast?” She looked to John; “Would you be a peach John and get me another glass of this, it’s fantastic?”

“Sure I’ll have it for you before your toast is ready. Just need to get the oranges out of the fridge.” He got the third pill; he knew that would be all he needed. While he juiced the oranges, he added the pill and watched it dissolve. He handed it to her and Patti gave her the toast and jelly and smiling at John, she winked and elbowed him in the ribs.

Jamie ate the toast and drank the entire glass of O.J. and she sat there and she began to wiggle around on the chair. She suddenly began to get an awful itch between her thighs and it was making her flush.

John saw this and knew the first couple of pills were beginning to work; “You know Jamie, you look a little frazzled. I know when I feel that way, I hop in the sauna or steam room for ten minutes or so and I come out feeling like a new man.”

She giggled; “I wouldn’t want that now would I John?”

He looked confused; “What are you talking about Jamie?”

She giggled again; “Why would I want to do that and come out looking like a man? You know that just may do the trick. Is anyone out there?”

He shook his head; “No why do you ask?”

“Well I don’t want to run upstairs for my suit, but don’t want anyone catching me out there.”

“Well you can always wear your robe in there and take it off once you’re in bonus veren siteler there.”

She stood up and she rocked on her heels; “My all of a sudden I felt light-headed.” She regained her equilibrium and started for the steam room. John stopped her; “Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you shouldn’t go in there if you’re feeling light-headed.”

She put her hand on his chest; “No, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” She went in and entered the steam room and opening the door dropped her robe outside the room and closed the door behind her.”

John turned to Patti and Nancy; “I can’t believe my luck. Three glass and now she’s in the steam room alone and from what I’ve seen nearly naked. If she’s wearing anything, it’s just a pair of panties. When she leaned over to kiss Charles, one of her naked tits winked at me. What do you think, give her five minutes before I go and check on her?”

Patti smacked him playfully on the arm; “You are lucky John, I’d give her no more than five. Who knows how three of those pills will work on her? I nearly burst out laughing when I saw her wiggling around on the kitchen chair. I thought that worked quick on Mary, but hell, it worked faster on Jamie.”

“It may have something to do with giving it to her on an empty stomach. I’m going to go check on her, wish me luck.” He walked out into the sunroom and the girls were still in the tub. Mandy giggled; “My mom went in there.” John began taking his clothes off.

Gwen and Karen started laughing and Karen yelled out; “Go get her dad.”

Gwen followed; “Oh yeah, I wish I could see this.”

Mandy continued to giggled; “IS he going to do what I think he’s going to do, she’ll just scream her head off.”

John now naked looked at the girls in the tub; “Oh I don’t think so, here I go!” He entered the steam room slowly and as he got closer to Jamie, she was sitting on the upper ledge.

Her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open, she was licking her lips. Her one hand was toying with her huge, fat nipple and her other hand was between her outstretched legs. She was slowly strumming her clit and from time to time, she’d stop and dip her finger into her wet hole and then return to her large, fat swollen clit.

John approached her and kneeling before her, he leaned forward and closed his mouth over her open slit. She let out a loud grunt and tried closing her legs. John was too strong and held them open. His arms came up and gripped her by the waist and pulled her roughly against his active lips and tongue.

Jamie gripped his shoulders and tried to push him away, but her actions were not very convincing. Her struggles didn’t last long, nowhere as long as he thought they would be. After a few minutes, her hands were no longer pushing him away, but cupping the back on his head, she was now pulling his mouth harder against her foaming pussy. “Oh, oh, oh my god John, what are you doing to me. Oh this is so, so wrong. My daughter and husband are right out there, you can’t be…oh John, please, please!”

John rose up slightly, but didn’t pull away. He leaned forward and took a couple quick licks up and down her tangy slit; “Please what Jamie?”

She let out a grunt and clamped her legs around his head; “Please make me cum! I don’t know what’s come over me, but it feels like nerve ending in my body is electrified and I need you to make me cum!”

John smiled up at her; “Your wish is my command dear!” He dove in and began licking, sucking and teasing her. He added two fingers into her tight cunt and he smiled to himself as he felt her started to hump his fingers and tried to make greater contact with his tongue on her clit.

Jamie was grunting and clawing at his head and back, this time not to stop him, but to spur him on. Jamie arched her back, she was twisting her fat nipples so hard they turned beet red. Her head was thrown back and squeezing her thighs tightly around him, she let out a gurgling sound deep in her throat and all of a sudden she started squirting. Her entire body shook and quivered and stiffened suddenly and it went slack and she nearly collapsed against the back of the steam room bench.

John pulled back and his face, neck and chest were dripping with her juices and his own sweat. He was so turned on as he looked at the gorgeous blonde. Her long sexy hair was tousled and draped over her face, shoulders and tits. He took in those luscious mounds of flesh and he made a note to make sure and fuck them later. Right now he wanted to fuck her and fuck her into tomorrow. He rose up from his knees and being one level lower, his cock was perfectly lined up with her dripping pussy. He reached out and gripped her by the hips and her eyes opened and before she could say a word, John thrust forward and he sank into her dripping pussy. He was so lost in her pussy; he couldn’t believe how tight she was. He remembered Patti saying last night in bed that Charles was a lot smaller than he was. bahis He slid in deeper and he was surprised when Jamie’s slick, weak legs came up and she planted her heels on the edge of the bench. She threw her hips forward and nearly pushed him off the bench. He held her tight and began pumping into her like a man possessed.

Jamie didn’t know what came over her, but she wanted and needed exactly what John was giving her. She looked down and watched his large cock sliding in and out of her weeping pussy and it was if she was having an out of body experience. She loved what John’s cock was doing to her, but she still couldn’t believe she was allowing and even worse yet, urging him to do it and do it harder and deeper. She couldn’t get enough of him and she clawed at his back as she met his thrusts with thrusts of her own. She felt an orgasm building, one like she never, ever felt before. As she moved every cell in her body was electrified and she tingled from head to toe and it all culminated at her core and as she started cumming, she felt like she was going to explode and come apart. She dropped her head to his shoulder and letting out a scream, she bit down so hard, she drew blood. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and nearly took his breath away.

John was at an end too, he wanted it to last forever, but when he felt her cumming, he lost it and when she bit down on his shoulder, he couldn’t hold off any longer. He let go and started filling her womb with his potent cum. He came so much and so hard, he nearly blacked out. He clung to her and they held each other tightly until her legs fell from his hips and her arms fell to her sides. He slowly withdrew from her and he heard her pussy make a sloshing sound, he filled her so much and her pussy was so wet and tight, he nearly created a vacuum between her thighs.

Jamie leaned back against the steam room, still panting wildly; “My god John, what have we done. What came over me, I’ve never acted like that before.” A smiled crossed her lips and she whispered; “To tell you the truth John, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had and I hate to say this, but I want to do it again and again, am I that much if a slut?”

John chuckled; “Oh no Jamie, I just unlocked the inner slut and someone I want to explore the entire week-end and not just me. Patti, Nancy, Markus, Jimmy and yes even our daughters want to sample you, are you ready to explore?”

A tiny smile crossed her lips and all she did was nod.

John stood up; “Might as well start with the basics, how about sucking on my cock sister-in-law of mine. You have no idea how many nights I’ve envisioned your lips and those gorgeous tits of yours wrapped around my cock.” He stepped closer and was surprised when he looked into her bright blue eyes; they had a twinkle in them.

Jamie’s mouth opened up and she took the head in. Her tongue flicked out and ran around and around the head several times. She popped it out of her mouth and gripping it with one hand, she stroked several times and then went in and ran her tongue up and down the length several times. She raised it up and licked the underside and attacked his nut sack, all along, she continued to stroke it. Jamie had it covered in saliva and she leaned in more and wrapped her sweat covered tits around the thick shaft. She started lowering and raising her body and his cock slid back and forth.

John threw his head back, closing his eyes he took in the exquisite feeling of those massive tits enveloping his cock. He let out a groan and pulled back; “Come on Jamie, it’s too fucking hot in here. I want you spread out on one of those lounge chairs. I want to show everyone out there just how fucking hot and gorgeous you are. I want them to be jealous as I slide my cock into you and watch you cum all over it again.

Her eyes lit up and she only nodded. As she stepped out of the steam room, nearly everyone was waiting to see her reaction. A tiny trickle of cum dripped out of her tight pussy lips. She was smiling from ear to ear and she belt over and picked up her discarded robe. Slipping into it, she turned and planted a hot kiss on John’s lips, pulling back she whispered; “I’m going to use the little girl’s room to clean up. If you’re going to do everything you said you were going to do, I want to be clean for you. I’ll meet you by the pool, oh be a dear and get me another one of those tasty orange juices will you and don’t forget your secret potion. I wouldn’t want this feeling I have right now to wane.” She tossed her long damp blonde hair over her shoulders and swayed away. Her hair looked amazing, slightly damp and it kinked up slightly making her look like she had just been fucked, oh wait, she had been!”

John hurried into the kitchen and made an extra-large glass of orange juice and ground up two more pills and hurried out to the pool area and pulled one of the larger loungers close to a table. He sat down, naked and waited for Jamie to return. He looked deneme bonusu around and for the first time noticed most of the family was either in the pool or on lounge chairs, they were all naked and in different stages of having sex.

In the pool Patti was floating at the edge of the pool, Marcus was between her legs. Her legs were wrapped around his muscular hips, she was causing huge wave as she thrust her hips upward, meeting his downward thrusts. Her head was thrown back and Marcus was attacking her slender neck. Her long ash blonde hair clung to her head, face and neck; it was dripping with water from the pool.

John watched as Marcus thrust his thick cock in and out of his wife’s pussy. He pulled his face from her neck and lifting her body slightly, he attacked her stiff nipples. The water wasn’t particularly warm yet and the coolness of the water and the heat from his lips and tongue caused her to groan and her nipples stiffen even more.

Across the pool, on the lounger Karen was on her back, Nancy had her head buried between her thighs. Karen’s entire lower body was covered in a veil of light blonde hair as Nancy ate her pussy. Everyone knew what Nancy was doing because Karen was clutching at her long blonde hair. Karen’s head rolled from side to side and she was panting wildly. Her moans echoed through the entire pool area; “Oh fuck yeah Nancy, lick my clit harder. Shit I’m soooo close to cumming.

Nancy was on her knees and Charles was behind her, he was sliding his stiff black cock in and out of her cunt. He loved looking at her tight ass and for an older MILF, she was in excellent shape. It was evident, she was using a tanning bed, her gorgeous ass was completely tanned and just her pussy lips showed pink as he slid in and out of her. He ran his black finger though her slit and coating it with her juices; he shoved his fat finger into her puckered hole. He started fucking her harder and faster as he heard her grunt from him attacking her two holes. He slammed into her so hard; he shoved her even harder against Karen’s cunt. He heard Karen let out a grunt and he smiled when he saw her stiffen and shake from the orgasm her grandmother just bestowed on her.

On the shallow end of the pool, Jimmy was flat on his back, the water splashed over his outstretched body and he coughed from time to time as water splashed up his nose. Mandy was riding his cock and Gwen was riding his face. He was in heaven, he always wanted to fuck his cousin, but never, ever though he’s get the chance.

Above him, Gwen had her arms wrapped around the tiny eighteen year old. John couldn’t believe just how much she looked like Dakota Skye. Her tiny tits were so fucking firm and they barely moved when she rode up and down on Jimmy’s huge cock. John saw her cum twice already, but she continued to ride his cock. Her arms were wrapped around Gwen just as tight as Gwen had her body. Gwen’s large tits squashed against Mandy’s tiny tits and their nipples were sliding back and forth against one another.

Gwen fisted her fingers in Mandy’s short blonde hair and had her lips locked on hers. She was so close to cumming. She rarely found a guy at the college who could eat pussy. She found a father-son duo in John and Jimmy who could eat pussy better than most lesbians she’s experienced at the university.

Jimmy was close to cumming, he wasn’t sure if he could cum in Mandy, but he was too far gone to worry about it. He lay there as the two luscious women rode his face and cock, he grunted into Gwen cunt and grunted out; “Oh fuck Mandy, I’m cumming, if you don’t want a load in your cunt, you better get off now.”

Mandy thrust her hips forward and backward faster and faster, there was no way she was going to pull off his cock, she too was close to cumming and when she felt Jimmy’s huge, thick cock explode in her, she bit down on Gwen shoulder and clutching at her, she came too.

John was so captivated by watching all of the sex going on around him; he failed to see Jamie standing over him. She reached down and grabbed the glass of O.J.; “Is this for me John?” Without waiting for an answer, she drank down two-thirds of the large glass and smacked her lips; “God John, you have to give me the vendor you get your oranges from, I have to get some of these.” Putting the glass down she looked around; “Holy shit, did you plan all of this or just the seduction of little old me?” She smiled as she watched her man fucking her mother and her step-son fucking her sister and her eyes bugged out when she saw her daughter riding John’s son, her nephew. She glanced down at John and saw his large cock all stiff and dripping with pre-cum. She caught his gaze and smiling, she tossed her tight, freshly brushed out ponytail over her shoulder. She slowly undid the belt holding her robe together. She shook her shoulders and caught the robe in the crook of both arms. Lowering her arms slowly, the robe drifted to the ground. She stood there in a pair of high heels and a huge smile, and nothing else. “I think we’re falling behind John, how do you want to proceed?”

John stood up and catching her by the wrist urge her onto the extra-large lounger; “Lay on your belly Jamie, I’m going to give you a nice slow oil massage, are you ready?”

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Taming Ruchi Ch. 01

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Flash

My name is Piyush. I am 35 years old. I am married to Ruchi, who has just turned 25. Yes, she is 10 years younger to me. This is the story of how we met and got married.

Many years ago, when I was in college, I started looking for tuitions to earn some pocket money. Ruchi’s family lived in our neighbourhood in West Delhi, but until a common friend introduced me to her brother Rahul, I had no idea about their existence.

Rahul was a couple of years younger to me and studied in the same college that I went to. When Rahul came to know that I was looking for tuitions, he asked me if I can help his sister with mathematics. His sister was sharp, but was unable to do well in mathematics despite working hard, he said. It seemed like a good idea because their home was close by and mathematics was my favourite subject.

Over the weekend, I went to Rahul’s home to meet his parents and sister. Now, Rahul had a very average personality, so I was taken aback to meet his beautiful mother Alka, who was around 40. She did not look her age at all and it was a pleasure to meet her.

She, sort of, interviewed me asking questions about my family and educational background and why I was interested in taking tuitions despite being from a well-to-do family.

Convinced with my answers, she called her daughter – Ruchi – and introduced me to her. Ruchi was as good looking as her mother, but a little taller. She came across as an intelligent and ambitious girl.

After a few minutes, Alka left to get some tea, leaving me along with Ruchi. I spoke to her, mostly about her studies, trying to understand which areas we should focus on first for quick results. We decided that I will come to teach for two days, on weekends.

I left their place after some time, with pleasant thoughts.

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I am 5.8 and around 65 kg. Pretty average looking, but in college i was pretty well-known for being a good student. I had a lot of female friends, but still remained a virgin, which is generally the norm in India.

However, I had a strong sex drive and often masturbated at home. I was also hooked to a lot of porn and was a frequent visitor to sex story sites. But six months ago, I got hooked to a different kind of addiction.

My sister bedava bahis Nikita (we call her Nikki) and I lived in separate rooms, but we shared a bathroom. Nikki was a couple of years younger to me. One day, I woke up late and went to the bathroom. I was sitting on the toilet, thinking about a story I had read during the night, when I saw Nikki’s panties hanging in the bathroom.

I am not sure what happened to me, but I picked up Nikki’s panties and started sniffing it. I have no idea, why it happened, because I never had a thing for Nikki. Well, not up till that point.

Soon, I went to bed and started rubbing my dick on the cushion while sniffing Nikki’s panties. I came off within minutes.

For the next week or so, I felt very low and guilty. But, soon I got over it and whenever I got a chance, I used Nikki’s stuff to jerk off.

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The tuition classes helped me divert attention from Nikki. Over the next few weeks, I went to Ruchi’s place over the weekends. I went in the evenings and would stay there for a couple of hours. She was a bright student and quickly picked up what I taught.

Ruchi’s father was a businessman and often returned late from work, so we rarely met. But over these few weeks, Rahul and I became good friends. He started coming to my house too, and we saw movies and discussed cricket.

One Saturday, I went to Ruchi’s house an hour early. My parents wanted me to come with them later for some social gathering. Ruchi’s house had a small lawn in front and I crossed it and reached the front gate. I was going to ring the bell, when I noticed that the door was not locked. I pushed the door slightly and what I saw changed my life forever.

Ruchi was sitting on the sofa holding Rahul’s dick in her hand. Rahul’s shorts were at his knees and he was holding Ruchi’s breasts. Ruchi was completely naked from waist up. On the table, a porn flick played on Ruchi’s laptop.

When Ruchi saw me, she did not know what hit her. She covered her breasts quickly and ran out of the room. Rahul seemed to be frozen and in seconds his dick had retraced completely. He quickly pulled his shorts up and rushed out of the room, leaving me alone.

I did not know what to do casino siteleri – follow them to the room or sit back and wait or return. I decided on the third option. I shut down Ruchi’s laptop and started walking towards my home.

On the way back, I saw Alka, she waived and drove past me.

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I did not go to teach Ruchi the following Sunday. Neither did i turn up the next weekend. Every time I thought about her, I visualised her breasts and pink nipples. I didn’t know how to face her. I also did not want to embarrass her or Rahul for that matter. After all, I also had been cheating on my sister Nikki, though I had limited myself to sniffing my sister’s panties.

A fortnight after the incident, Rahul came to my house. We sat quietly for some time after which he asked me, why I had stopped coming to teach Ruchi. I told him that I did not want to embarrass the two of them.

Rahul nodded understanding my dilemma, but added that his mom Alka was getting agitated about this. He said his mom wanted to know why I left teaching Ruchi mid way. He pleaded with me to come and added that his mom might land up at my house if I did not show up.

I did not want Alka to come to my house, so I accompanied Rahul to their house. I found Alka sitting on the lawn, sipping tea with Ruchi. Alka smiled and asked me to join them. I looked at Ruchi, but surprisingly found defiance in her eyes. There was not a hint of embarrassment or remorse or guilt.

Alka asked me why I had discontinued teaching Ruchi abruptly. She added that her daughter had started doing well in mathematics. I came up with a lame excuse, telling Alka that I had to dedicate more time for my MBA preparation, which were coming up 2-3 months. At this point, Ruchi surprised me. She looked at me and said she had started enjoying studying with me and wanted me to continue.

I was not prepared for this and gave in quickly.

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Things continued to be normal for some time. I started taking weekend tuitions, but Ruchi acted as if nothing was amiss. For me, it was an extremely difficult period though. Every now and then, I would visualsise the images of Ruchi holding Rahul’s dick, her breasts and the bahis siteleri lust in her eyes. It started becoming difficult to concentrate with her sitting in front of me nonchalantly.

At home, the frequency of my masturbations rose. I would still sniff Nikki’s panties, but fantasied about Ruchi.

One day, Rahul came to my house. We were chatting just random stuff, but all of a sudden I got all worked up and asked him about the sex episode. He got agitated and stood up to leave, but I quickly caught his hand and pulled him back.

I told him everything that had happened to me after seeing the two together – my fantasising Ruchi and also about me sniffing my sister Nikki’s panties. I thought by sharing my secret with Rahul, he would emphathise with me and also understand that I would not be judgemental about him and Ruchi.

I was correct and thank god for this. Rahul opened up slightly. He said what happened the other day was Ruchi’s idea. They had been playing with each other for some time and that particular day Ruchi forgot to lock the door when her mom left earlier. Also, he reminded me that I had walked in early and without ringing the bell.

I apologised for barging in, but grew curious about Ruchi now.

Rahul said he still had fun with Ruchi, but the two only masturbated each other and were not into intercourse. He said Ruchi was very imaginative and often asked Rahul about me.

Hearing this, I had no control over my dick. I was in my pajamas and Rahul could clearly see the tent that my dick made.

He said he wanted to see my dick. I didn’t know what to say. I just said no. But he was in no mood to listen. He said since I had seen his dick, I also should show mine.

I just sat there on the chair, not knowing what to do, but Rahul came closer to me. He sat on his haunches and pulled my pajamas down. He took my dick in his hand and after some time pushed it inside his mouth.

I did not believe what was happening, but controlled myself. After some time, he got up and asked me if I still had Nikki’s panties with me. I said I had one hidden in my wardrobe. I got it for him.

By then Rahul had stripped. He climbed on the bed and asked me to join him. I reluctantly slept beside him, half naked. He took Nikki’s panties and sniffed the crotch. He then took my hand and signalled that I hold his dick. With his other hand, he held my dick.

We both started shaking each other, taking turns sniffing my sister’s panties. Soon, we started cumming, together.

End of Part 1.

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Take Your Daughter to Work Day

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I opened my eyes to a new day. Electric Light Orchestra’s “Mr. Blue Sky” played on my phone at full volume to wake me up. I didn’t want to get up. I only got four hours of sleep the night before because my boss hadn’t bothered showing up for the day so I had to stay late.

As soon as the guitar kicked in, my German Sheppard woke up too. Her deep barks now filled the room, ensuring that I would now get up-as if I had any other option to begin with.

I let the song continue to play on my phone. I stretched out my arms and got up out of bed, the sudden cold of the air now just hitting my almost-naked body.

I walked up to the window in my bedroom and opened the shades to view a dreary and glum morning. The song promised a sun shining in the sky, but the reality was only dark clouds and rain.

I made my coffee and let Sasha, my dog, out. I checked the clock on my phone. 45 minutes before I had to leave for work. I went through my morning routine, feeding Sasha, showering, and shaving.

After I was done shaving, I took five minutes to do my morning workout, which was just pushups and sit-ups. At age 39, my body was trying to get me to accept a dad bod, but I fiercely resisted, trying to maintain my good physical fitness.

When I finished, I checked the clock again. 15 minutes. I had been unusually fast today. I picked out the suit, shirt and tie I would wear today for work. My wardrobe was not big, so it didn’t take long.

I almost never had this much time in the morning, so I decided to give myself a treat. I grabbed my phone, pulled up some porn and started jerking off.

And of course, as soon as I begin, I get an alert on my phone. There’s been an accident downtown. Heavy traffic.

“Fuuuck!” I audibly screamed out, causing Sasha to come running into my room.

I headed out the door as quickly as I could and sped to work, trying to minimize the delay. It wasn’t successful. Even with all that time I had to spare earlier, I showed up thirty minutes late to work.

The elevator doors opened to my company’s floor. I immediately moved my sight to my boss’ office. Her lights were off, so she wasn’t in yet. It was uncharacteristic of her, but I wasn’t complaining. The crisis was averted.

I walked up to our receptionist, a 32-year old obese woman named Martha who was an absolute sweetheart. Sitting behind her was a young girl.

“Hey, Martha, might I ask who this little one is?” I asked, having never seen a kid around the office before.

“This is my daughter, Belinda. It’s bring your daughter to work day,” she responded.

“Oh,” I said, surprised. “I didn’t even know we had one of those.”

“Just instituted this year,” Martha replied.

I walked away and took a quick peek into some of the cubicles. Sure enough, there were more young girls throughout.

“This is going to be hell,” I thought to myself, imagining the amount of noise that such a crowd could generate.

“Well, well, well, glad you finally decided to join us, Greg,” a voice behind me shouted out. I immediately recognized it as belonging to my boss, Erin.

Erin was a total bitch of a boss. She never did much work and always yelled at anybody for any small mistake. Instead of taking the blame of things, she threw her employees under the bus. I absolutely hated her from the moment she was transferred 2 years ago to the branch I worked at.

To make matters worse, Erin was also really hot. She was 46, but age never caught up to her. No wrinkles adorned her face, and she still looked like the absolute bombshell she once was. She could have easily passed for someone in their late 20s. Her chin-length blonde hair was always styled immaculately, and she wore short skirts to show off her nice legs.

Standing behind Erin was somebody that I hadn’t met before. It was a woman, or girl rather, who looked about 18. I assumed it was Erin’s daughter, because their faces were very similar. She had long, wavy blonde hair, and was even prettier than Erin. Her entire body was perfectly tanned, giving her an alluring appearance. She could have easily been a supermodel.

“Do you have nothing to say for yourself?” Erin asked me, snapping me back to reality.

“There was an accident along the highway that-” I started.

“It was a rhetorical question. My office-now!” Erin interrupted.

She briskly walked past me and to her office. Her daughter followed close behind.

I joined the two women in Erin’s office, shutting the door behind me.

“Tiffany, sit on the couch,” Erin snapped to her daughter. Tiffany obeyed, lying down and disinterestedly getting on her phone.

“Listen, Erin,” I began. “I’m sorry that I was a little late today. There was a big accident on the highway so traffic was stopped-“

“I do not want to hear your excuses!” Erin cut me off. “This marks two times in the last week that you have been late.”

“The other one was because I had to take my dog to the vet! You can’t blame me for that!” I insisted.

“I already told you that I want no canlı bahis excuses, Greg! Your work is going downhill, and you are not doing yourself any favors by being late. Get your act together and get back to work!”

I opened my mouth to protest again. Our company had nearly doubled in size recently and I was now doing the job of two people. Of course the quality of my work is going to slip.

“Is that clear?” Erin asked before I could speak.

I sighed, knowing that it was futile to argue.

“Yes, Erin.”

“Good. This will not happen again. Now get to work and get out of my sight!”

I immediately left Erin’s office and slunk back to my cubicle.

I stared deeply at the blue computer screen on my desk. I was sick and tired of getting yelled at. I was a defeated man. I slumped in my chair, allowing my head to rest on the desk. I slowly found myself slipping off to sleep…

I awoke sharply when my phone rang. I groggily wiped my eyes, still feeling the effects of working late the night before, something else Erin had done to torture me.

I briefly checked the time on my computer, realizing I had only napped for seven minutes. I checked the caller ID on the phone, and saw it was Erin. I begrudgingly picked up.

“What’s up, Erin?” I asked in a very annoyed manner.

“Listen, Greg. I feel like I was rude to you and unnecessarily abrasive. Please come to my office again and we’ll talk about it.”

I sighed, fully expecting a half-assed, likely somehow insulting apology.

“Be there in a minute,” I replied, and hung up the receiver.

I got up from my desk and started slowly making my way to Erin’s large office.

“Wow, Greg, you’re really looking ripped. Been hitting the gym lately?” Alan, a friend and coworker, asked as I made my way.

I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, so I checked in a nearby mirror. Sure enough, my pecs and shoulders looked bigger than when I had looked early in the morning. I shrugged it off as the mirror playing tricks on me.

I walked up to Erin’s office. Her blinds were shut, which struck me as odd, but I opened the door and walked in, quickly shutting it again behind me. When I looked up, I almost shit myself from the surprise.

Leaning back in her chair was Erin, with both of her legs up on the desk and spread apart. Her short skirt was pulled up to her belly-button. One hand was holding onto the back of her chair, and the other was inside of her panties.

Erin’s hand was moving around frantically as she masturbated. Tiffany, her daughter, was sitting, facing away from me, on the edge of the large desk, watching Erin play with herself. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

“Now, Greg,” Erin said through labored breaths. “You’ve worked here for 15 years now without a promotion. You do a lot of hard work without much reward, so you don’t deserve to get yelled at like I just did to you. And for that, I sincerely apologize.”

I nodded my head slowly, still dumbstruck.

Erin gasped as her fingers found a particularly sensitive spot.

“As a result, I would like to offer you a little bit of a reward. You saw my daughter Tiffany earlier-” Erin gestured with a hand to her daughter, sitting right next to her, “Well, Tiffany just turned 18 yesterday, and my sweet baby is still a virgin. No more than a finger has been in her. So I’m giving you my daughter’s virginity, as a token of gratitude for the work that you put in for this company.”

I was legitimately in shock. I honestly couldn’t believe what was going on in front of my very eyes. The fact that Erin was being appreciative and grateful would ordinarily have led me to a state of disbelief, but this was beyond the realm of reality.

“Uh…” I let out, unable to fully form words.

Erin snapped her fingers. Tiffany got off the desk and turned around to face me as her mother rose from her chair. Standing next to each other, they looked extremely similar in appearance, with Tiffany just a little more youthful and fresh-looking. Erin was also two inches taller, about 5’5″.

Erin removed her suit jacket and began unbuttoning her shirt. As she made her way further down, I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Finally, Erin finished and slipped out of her shirt, leaving her topless.

I took a long stare at Erin’s breasts. They were pretty small, probably a B cup, but were still incredibly perky and full for someone of her age. Her nipples poked out from small, dark pink areolas.

Tiffany pulled her loose shirt over her head, and I immediately noticed another difference between the two.

Tiffany had absolutely fantastic breasts, by far the prettiest pair I’d ever seen. They were very big, at least a DD, firm, and perfectly shaped. Her pencil-eraser nipples were already hard, and protruded from her quarter-sized, pink areolas. She didn’t have any tan lines, telling me she must have sun-bathed naked. Tiffany’s breasts stood out even more due to her small 5’3″, 115-pound frame.

My dick was almost kaçak iddaa breaking through my pants just staring at the two women in front of me.

The two women walked around the large desk in the middle of the room and up to me. Erin pushed lightly on my chest, causing me to fall back into a chair behind me. Simultaneously, both women dropped to their knees on the floor in front of me.

Each reached a hand out and they started unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I pulled my shirt and blazer over my head and flung them across the room leaving me naked as they pulled my pants and underwear down.

As they did, my erection popped out of its tight constraints, basking in its new-found freedom.

Tiffany gasped when she saw it.

“Mom, that’s way bigger than I expected,” she said, still slightly in awe.

I looked down at my own member and was a little surprised myself. It looked a little bigger than the eight inches it normally was.

“Yes, Greg is very naturally gifted,” Erin replied. “Now why don’t you help relieve him?”

Tiffany eagerly nodded her head and looked straight back at me. Erin grabbed the base of my cock with a hand, holding it still for her daughter. Tiffany leaned forward, opened her mouth, and locked her lips around the head of my cock. Her mouth felt so soft and warm that I almost came right there.

“That’s good, baby. Now keep going down,” Erin instructed.

Tiffany slowly pushed her head down, allowing my cock to move further back into her mouth.

“No teeth, remember,” Erin said.

Tiffany nodded her head and opened her jaw more. She continued to take more of my cock until she had about half down.

“Very good,” Erin encouraged. “Now slide back and forth.”

Tiffany obeyed, bobbing her head up and down my cock. She slowly increased her pace as she got more comfortable with the experience. Erin placed her hand on the back of her daughter’s head.

“You’re doing great, Tiff. Isn’t she Greg?” Erin asked.

“Uh-huh,” I grunted out, trying to concentrate on Tiffany’s mouth.

“Use your tongue to lick his cock while you’re doing that,” Erin instructed her further.

Tiffany did just that, running her tongue along the underside of my shaft as her head bobbed back and forth. My dick was throbbing, and I was extremely close to bursting.

“Keep doing just that, Tiff. Greg’s loving it. Now see if you can take all of him in your mouth,” Erin said.

“Okay,” Tiffany said, or at least as well as she could through the cock in her mouth.

With her mom’s hand on the back of her head assisting her, Tiffany slid her mouth further and further down my cock. I could feel my dick being enveloped by her mouth. The head of my cock met the back of her throat, as Tiffany gagged.

Erin pushed her hand down harder. “Keep going, sweetie, you’re almost there.”

Tiffany did continue, pushing forward the final one or two inches until her small nose pressed against my abdomen. My cock was pressing against hard against the back of her throat, and saliva spilled out the sides of Tiffany’s mouth as she choked on my dick.

Erin relaxed her grip on Tiffany. Her young daughter quickly pulled her mouth all the way off my dick. Tiffany gasped and took a moment to regain her breath. Long strands of saliva hung from her lips and connected at the end of my dick, like a spider’s web.

“Great job, Tiff!” Erin excitedly said. “Now keep on sucking him.”

As she said that, Erin crawled forward and positioned herself to the side of her daughter. The MILF leaned forward and licked my balls. Tiffany recovered and took my dick in her mouth again, working over my head with her tongue.

Erin quickly enveloped my entire ballsack in her mouth, sucking and licking on them. My head was all the way back, my eyes closed, as mother and daughter worked in tandem to blow me.

Within a minute, I was on the cusp of a climax. Erin recognized it, too.

She pulled her mouth away from my balls and spoke to her daughter. “Tiff, Greg’s about to cum. Stay on his cock no matter what, alright? And when he’s done, swallow all of his load up.”

Tiffany nodded her head in understanding. Her tongue continued to dart over the head of my cock, her lips creating a perfect seal. I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I let myself melt in her warm mouth.

The first rope hit Tiffany in the back of her throat, causing her to gag and choke. She tried to pull off my cock, but Erin held her head steadily in place. I unloaded a few more spurts onto Tiffany’s tongue, as she continued licking my cock.

I finished cumming, and Tiffany pulled her mouth of off my cock. A few small drops of cum dribbled out the side of her mouth and down her neck, but Tiffany swallowed the rest of my load eagerly.

“Fuck, you’re a natural, Tiffany. Your daughter’s an amazing cocksucker, Erin.”

“She takes after her mom,” my boss said back.

As if to prove her statement, Erin grabbed my slightly-flaccid cock and slipped it between her kaçak bahis lips. She almost effortlessly took my entire length down her throat and slid her mouth and tongue up and down my cock. I was hard again almost immediately.

“We’ll have to explore that idea more at a later time,” Erin said, her mouth creating a slight “pop” as it slid off my cock. “But for now, we have other matters to attend to.”

Erin stood up, as did Tiffany. Erin leaned in and kissed her daughter squarely on the lips. Tiffany seemed a little surprised at first, but kissed her mother back just as voraciously. The two women parted their lips, allowing their tongues to explore the other’s mouth. They kissed for a minute, before Erin pulled away.

“Greg, your cum tastes excellent by the way,” she complimented me.

I nodded my head, unsure how to take the compliment.

“Now let’s pop this cherry,” Erin said. She laced her fingers through the waistband of her daughter’s jeans, and pulled them to the floor, taking Tiffany’s shoes off at the same time.

Tiffany was going commando, so I got a good look at her beautiful pussy. It was completely shaved, and I admired her swollen labia and protruding clit. Her fatty lips were adorned with plenty of shimmering pussy juice. As if Tiffany weren’t perfect enough, she also had one of the best pussies I’d ever seen.

Erin quickly slipped out of her own skirt and panties, leaving everyone in the room naked. Tiffany moved to the desk, and Erin pushed on her back so Tiffany was bent over at the hips. Erin pushed her daughter’s legs open, her hairless pussy now on full display.

Erin stood next to her daughter and grabbed her hand. “Greg’s going to fuck you now. It will probably hurt at first, but you’ll get used to it. With his cock, it’ll feel really good, okay, sweetie?”

“Alright, mom,” Tiffany replied, somewhat nervously.

I stood up out of my chair and walked behind Tiffany. I ran a finger over her slit, feeling how wet she was. I certainly wouldn’t need any extra lube.

I grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down Tiffany’s lips. She let out a small moan.

“Be gentle at first,” Erin told me. I nodded my head in affirmation.

I positioned my cock just in front of Tiffany’s pretty flower. I slowly moved my hips forward, guiding my cock into Tiffany’s pussy.

Tiffany let out a small squeal just as I put the head in.

“Oh, Christ, that’s too big, Mom. It won’t fit!”

Erin squeezed her daughter’s hand tightly. “Yes, it will, sweetie, don’t worry. Keep going Greg.”

I grabbed Tiffany’s hips for extra support and continued pressing forward, slipping my dick further and further into Tiffany’s extremely tight pussy. I was met with a lot of resistance, but continued pushing.

Tiffany was letting out loud groans and breathing very heavily. But Erin encouraged me to continue, and so I did. Finally, I felt Tiffany’s round ass meet my abdomen as her pussy swallowed up my entire cock. I stood still, letting Tiffany adjust.

Erin let out a small holler. “Great job, honey, you did it! You’re no longer a virgin! My first cock wasn’t anywhere near as large as that! How do you feel?”

“Bloated and sore,” Tiffany curtly replied.

“The pain will subside once Greg starts fucking you. You’re going to love it.”

I took this as my sign. I pulled my cock out about halfway, before slowly thrusting back in to the hilt again. Tiffany let out a low moan, a combination of pleasure and pain.

I pulled out again, going a little farther this time, before pushing in. Tiffany’s pussy seemed to be reacting and stretching as I did so, making each thrust easier than the last.

My pace increased as I started fucking Tiffany. She was now moaning heavily and murmuring obscenities. The pain must have completely gone away.

Tiffany began reacting to my thrusts, pushing her hips back to meet me, letting my dick go even deeper into her pussy. My balls started slapping against her clit, increasing the pitch of her moans.

Erin reached under Tiffany and started rubbing her breasts with one hand, the other still caressing her daughter’s hand.

“Do you feel like you’re about to cum, baby?” Erin asked.

Tiffany nodded, unable to produce the words.

“Good. Just let it flow through you. Embrace it. I told you it would feel excellent.”

I continued fucking Tiffany hard, and when I reached down with a hand and started rubbing her clit, she reached her climax.

Tiffany screamed out and squeezed Erin’s hand extremely tightly. Her pussy twitched around my dick, and I could feel her juices flowing. I continued fucking Tiffany right through her orgasm, about to reach one myself.

As Tiffany’s tight pussy squeezed around my dick, I thrust forward as far as I could, and released. I shot out a huge load of cum, and felt it filling up her pussy.

Tiffany’s body continued to shiver a little as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax.

“God, I’m so fucking wet. I want you to eat my pussy, Tiff,” Erin told her daughter. “Don’t worry. I’ll talk you through it.”

Tiffany nodded her head. I kept my cock still buried in her pussy, feeling the juices mix around it. A few drops of my cum started to leak from Tiffany’s pussy, clinging to her pussy lips and my balls.

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