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Shannon , Greg Ch. 01

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“When?”

“Less than a month. I’m on the air in 30 days.” she replied.

Greg sat at his desk, staring at her in near-disbelief, twirling a pen through his fingers. The words Shannon had just spoken were still echoing in his head. His face felt flush, and his body felt empty. For the first time since they’d known each other, he had nothing to say. No sarcastic, playfully teasing comments, no subtle compliments, hinting at his hidden affection for her, no discussion of the days’ events. Nothing. Just the now heart-piercing thought of not seeing her again. Ever.

He stood up and walked away from his desk, stifling back emotion, and out of Shannon’s sight without another word.

Shannon Warner had joined the staff of WJF-TV two years ago, moving from a small market in Montana. She had graduated near the top of her class at Indiana University, and after bouncing around through some smaller market stations for a few years, she ended up at WJF, one of the most desired broadcasting gigs on the East Coast. She was 26 years old, and was somewhat petite. She was charming, disarmingly intelligent, and stunningly beautiful. Greg had told her once that she possessed the kind of beauty that causes men to have traffic accidents. Her light brown skin was nearly flawless, and Greg had examined every visible inch of it he could. Her hair was brown with highlights, flowing past her shoulders. The only thing that could brighten a room more than her brown eyes was her smile.

She was not just the most beautiful black woman he’d ever seen; she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Period. Her body was sculpted from her dedication to exercise. Shannon worked the morning shift, so she had to get up every day at 2:30a. She was usually leaving the station by 1p, after having lunch with Greg and some of the rest of the staff, and she made her way either to the gym, or to the closest running path. Running had tightened her buttocks up to be quite shapely, and her legs were toned and strong. She also had great endurance from it. Her personal life had suffered, however, since taking this job. Her weekday hours didn’t leave much room for a love life, and her weekends were originally reserved for herself, although she eventually wanted to find time to spend with Greg, also. She enjoyed his company, and he was never anything less than a gentleman to her.

Greg Davis had worked at WJF for about 6 years, and was head of their I.T. department. When he had arrived, their department was about 5 years behind the technology curve. Through his efforts, not only were they ahead of it, they were considered a measuring stick for information technology within the broadcast industry. He was a good looking man, in his late 20s, standing 6 feet tall, with light brown hair and green eyes. He was also a runner, and he and Shannon often spent time training together. They had trained for and competed in several 10K races together. They had spent weekends together running errands, and watching football. Shannon loved to wear Greg’s football jerseys. She would help herself to changing into them when at his house, and she’d even kept a few of them. Once, Shannon chose to get particularly comfortable, and had removed all of her clothing, and changed into a jersey. She changed back into her clothes before she left, and once she’d left, Greg draped the jersey over his face while he masturbated, to enhance the experience with her scent. He didn’t wash the jersey for days, until the scent had vanished. Simply put, Greg and Shannon had become fast friends upon her arrival from Montana.

Greg had developed what was, at first, a small crush on Shannon. As the months went by, Greg found himself more and more infatuated with her. He would watch Shannon’s broadcasts before going to work himself. Often he would be so aroused just at the sight of her, he would masturbate before he got into the shower. Once, he was so excited by talking to her at the station, he made the 30-minute trip home just to jack off, then he would return to work. He fantasized daily about being with her, and now he’s learned that she will be moving away in less than a month.

Greg and Belek escort Shannon couldn’t have been more different. She loved fine dining, and exotic cuisine, he liked to order pizza or Chinese take-out. She enjoyed reading biographies on historical figures, he rarely picked up a book unless it was technical in nature. She enjoyed jazz and the theater, he never missed a rerun of “Married With Children”. Their friendship was a mystery even to them, and they often joked about it.

Shannon waited for a few minutes, collected her thoughts, and then walked around the station looking for Greg. She eventually tracked him down outside. When she sat next to him, it was clear he was still upset.

“I’m sorry.” She began, placing her hand on his leg. “I wanted to tell you first, after I turned in my resignation. This is a great opportunity for me, and I get to go home. Right now, being near my home is more important than the career booster WJF can offer me. Please tell me you understand.”

Greg collected himself, and replied. “I do, Shannon. I really do. I guess I’d just taken for granted that you would always be here. I’ve loved spending time with you. ”

“…and me with you. You were my first friend here, and you’re still my closest.”

Greg sighed, and appreciated the effort that Shannon was putting forth, but that didn’t negate the fact that she was leaving in a few weeks. She wrapped her arms around him to hug him. “Let’s make these next few weeks special, OK? I promise that my final night here will be with you. I want it to be a night neither of us will forget.”

The weeks passed by quickly, and Greg and Shannon spent every bit of time together that they could. He had considered telling her how he felt about her, but chose to keep his thoughts hidden away. His two-year friendship with Shannon had been better than any committed relationship he’d been in and he didn’t want to damage anything by revealing his inner thoughts that she might not share. There had been an obvious change in their friendship since she told him she was leaving. It was an uneasiness that had never been there before. Time was running out for Greg, and he hadn’t decided what to do regarding his feelings for Shannon.

Shannon approached Greg’s desk early the morning of her final broadcast for WJF’s morning news show.

“Hi there.”

“Hey.”, he responded, without looking up from his desk.

“I just signed off for the final time this morning. Felt kind of weird.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you mad at me, Greg?”

“No.”

Shannon paused for a moment, then placed one finger on Greg’s cheek, turning him up to face her. His eyes spoke volumes to her about the way he was feeling today.

“I still can’t believe you’re leaving in two days.” he began with obvious sadness in his voice. “My time with you wasn’t nearly long enough. I’ve thought in my mind over and over of all the days or minutes I could have spent time with you, and chose to do something else. I’m sorry for that.”

Shannon began to smile at him. “Greg, you have a life. I don’t want you to feel obligated to me for anything.”

“I like being obligated to you. More often than not, that means I get to see you.”

Shannon thought for a moment, then came up with an idea. “Tell you what. I won’t be here tomorrow because I have to help the movers at my apartment. Why don’t you come by my place about eight? We can go have dinner together. I promised you my final night here, and I meant it. Please?”

Greg accepted her offer. He wanted to spend as much time with her as he could before her departure, and had already looked forward to visiting her. He had even fantasized about having his way with her that final night. He was still afraid that the wrong move would destroy their friendship, so decided that dinner would probably be where it ended.

Shannon never bothered to look for a house while she was here. She always knew that getting to a station near her home was her ultimate goal. She didn’t want to have the kind of financial commitment that a house required if she was planning on moving soon, anyway. She had spent the Belek escort bayan better part of the day wrapping, packing, taping, sweating, and directing the movers. She was exhausted, but was excited by the thought of Greg’s visit soon. She jumped in the shower, bathed, then got out and dried herself. The shower was enough to re-energize her, and to prepare for Greg’s arrival.

Shannon sat alone on the floor of her empty apartment. All of her furniture was already on it’s way to it’s new home, and her SUV was completely packed with what was left. She glanced at her watch, and it was rapidly approaching 8. She was growing nervous, but excited nonetheless. She began to think that this should have taken place much sooner than now. All of the lights were shut off, and the only illumination came from the rapidly decreasing sunlight outside.

The knock came at 8:01p. No turning back now, she thought to herself. No need to. I want this.

“Come in.”

The door eased open, and Greg immediately locked eyes with Shannon. He found her sitting naked and alone, on a blanket in the center of her apartment floor. What was left of the natural light beaming in from the outside silhouetted her, almost artistically. Her body faced the door, although she sat with her legs bent so as to strategically cover her breasts, with her arms wrapped around her bent legs. She looked almost childlike, nervous and uncertain.

Greg was speechless for the first time since she told him she was leaving. He was unsure whether to turn his eyes away, or to pounce on her. Without taking his eyes away from her, he closed the door behind him, and locked it.

“Hello.”, he said. After that word, he wasn’t sure what to say.

“Hi.”

“What is this?”

“I think it’s time we make this friendship complete, Greg. I know you’ve wanted me for a long time. What you might not know is that I want you as well. I’ve thought about it for a long time. I’ve seen you so many times, and just wanted to take you, but I was afraid of our friendship being sacrificed for it. I may not see you again after tonight, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to live my life with the regret of not having been with you.”

Greg stood motionless and silent, absorbing her words. Shannon relaxed her legs, and leaned back on her hands, exposing her breasts to him. He could also now see clearly between her legs.

“In other words, Greg…get over here and fuck me.”

Greg kicked his shoes off, and began to undress. He fell to the floor and quickly made his way to her lips, and they kissed for the very first time. She began helping Greg remove his clothing. He had worn a green, casual button-up shirt, and before he could unbutton it, Shannon was tearing it off of him. Buttons flew randomly throughout the room. Their lips were still locked together when Greg’s hand made its way to her breast. She reacted with delight at the first touch, and her nipple hardened in the palm of his hand. He continued to massage her right breast as Shannon began to unbutton his pants.

His cock almost jumped out on its own once the pants were unzipped. Shannon immediately took it into her hands, and began to stroke his nearly hardened 8 inches. Her touch alone almost sent him into an early climax. Greg had dreamed of this from the moment they had met, and never imagined that it would come to pass. He was now finally with the one woman he’d wanted more than any other in his life. She smelled amazing to him, and her lips tasted even more incredible than she smelled. He was ready to taste her skin.

Greg began to kiss her neck as she held him close to her. Her beautiful dark skin was silk-like to the touch. He wanted to devour her. He was beginning to feel two years of attraction, lust, and frustrations reaching their peak. She smelled amazing to him, and his senses began to kick into overdrive. Both of them began to breathe harder and harder. He lay back to the floor with her, continuing to kiss her. She continued to stroke his cock slowly, imagining taking it into her mouth. Greg began to wriggle out of his pants.

They stopped kissing long enough Escort Belek to look into each other’s eyes, and without speaking, they each knew what the other was thinking — what were we waiting for? Their lips locked again as Shannon pulled Greg’s underwear down to his knees.

Greg began to kiss his way down to Shannon’s breasts. Her nipples were hard and waiting for his mouth when he put it on them. Shannon reacted with delight as Greg began to suck on her breasts while his hand moved between her legs. He could feel the moisture on his hands as his fingers located her clitoris. He began to massage it, listening to her moans.

“Yes, baby…just like that”, she instructed her new playmate. She was lying flat on her back, legs open, at the mercy of her lover.

Greg repositioned himself to put his face between her legs. While hardly missing a beat, he buried his tongue inside of her, tickling her clit with his tongue. She reached down and grabbed his hair, yelling the entire time.

“YES! YES!! OH, BABY, MAKE ME COME!”, she cried out, desperately wanting to come all over his face. Her moans echoed loudly throughout the barren apartment. Greg slid two fingers inside of her wet slit and began to pound them in and out of her with fury. Shannon could feel a fierce orgasm igniting inside of her, only seconds away. Greg began licking even faster now, jerking his head back and forth and pounding his fingers away inside of her with jackhammer-like intensity. Even before she could realize it, she began to squirt her appreciation all over Greg’s face. Shannon came with more fervor than she ever had before. She had never ejaculated before. The look on her face was somewhere between shock, ecstasy, and embarrassment. Greg was wiping his face and licking his hands when she spoke.

“I…. I’m sorry. That’s never happened before.”

“Are you kidding?! I loved it!” He gently pushed her back to the floor, and grabbed his cock to put inside of her. He slid inside of her easily, as she was wet with her own juices, as well as the saliva from Greg’s mouth. They both moaned loudly as he entered her, and began to thrust inside of the tightest pussy he’d ever felt. He felt incredible inside of her. She hadn’t been with anyone since they met, and in some ways, was holding out for him. Their moment had finally arrived, and she was reveling at him pumping inside of her. She looked up at him, mouth open for air, grunting and breathing heavily. She began to move her hips in time with his, pulling him as deep inside of her as she could.

Greg was assailing her pussy with pleasure. He had fantasized of this for two years, masturbating at the thought of it on numerous occasions. Now here he was inside of her, ready to explode. Her tender flesh felt amazing wrapped around his shaft, and he wanted to do whatever it took to please her. Sweat rolled off of his face onto her body, making her glisten even more in the moonlight that was now beaming through the windows.

He felt himself about to erupt. He pumped until the final second, when he pulled out and watched his cum explode all over her sculpted body. It almost seemed to glow against her darker complexion. Shannon began to smear the creamy substance into her skin as she sat up, and took his cock into her mouth, sucking out the final drops with animalistic intensity. Greg stroked her hair as she finished her meal, then kissed her way upwards to his mouth. They kissed again, and looked at one another.

Simultaneously, they began to speak. They each then, stopped, and Greg nodded to her to begin.

“Don’t ever make me wait for something again.” Those words rang in Greg’s head for a moment, with the realization that Shannon would be leaving for Indiana at dawn.

The next day, Greg began his job search in the state of Indiana. Within a few weeks, he had found a job that he wanted, and made his plans to move to the Midwest to be with Shannon. She had settled in nicely in her home state, but had fantasized about Greg almost continuously. When he finally arrived at her home, she opened the door, naked, and didn’t say a word. She led him to the bedroom, undressing him the whole time. She threw him on the bed, and just before she took his cock in her mouth, she said to him, “I told you not to make me wait for anything. What took you so long?”

She smiled at him, and took him in her mouth. Greg rolled his eyes back, and was in heaven.

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Humiliating hostel ragging Ch. 01

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This chapter is only to set the stage. Actual events start from the next chapter. This story is based on real incidents with some fiction for flavour. Please give your valuable feedback

All Characters are over 18 years of age

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Sundar was from a rural part of southern India. He joined a college in a big city which was far from home. He stayed in the college hostel like most Indian students. To avoid ragging by seniors, the first year students were made to stay in separate hostel building. The seniors hostel was separated from juniors hostel by a play ground in between.

Sundar was a feminine looking boy. He was slightly chubby but not fat. He had a round girl like ass. He also had slightly long hair. He had very little facial and body hair. His hip swayed when he walked. He talked like a girl with slightly exaggerated expressions. His voice was also high pitched. Because of all this he was always made fun of by his friends. They called him a trans. But he did not mind being insulted. He actually felt that the embarrassment was turning him on.

Because of the separate hostels the ragging was less severe. But seniors caught hold of the juniors quite often and made them do small chores like buying things, writing an assignment for them,etc. Since this was way less ragging than the previous Alanya escort years, juniors did not mind and they obeyed the seniors to keep a good rapport. Nonetheless no junior dared to make a complaint to the authorities.

Among the juniors Sundar could draw very nicely and had a great handwriting. Most seniors used him specifically for their assignment works. Sundar was more than obedient to finish them. His excessively submissive nature made his friends make more fun of him. They insulted him saying he had no balls. As the junior year was almost nearing its end Sundar’s humiliation progressed to physical from verbal. Guys started tickling him or pinching his butt because he was very ticklish and he squealed like a girl when he was pinched or tickled. Often they made him wear a skirt and dance like a girl which he secretly loved. He enjoyed being humiliated like that

But one day they caught hold of him and spanked his ass thoroughly to watch him squirm. Although it was on his clothes, the pain was severe. Sundar loved all the verbal humiliation but he was not pain tolerant. The spanking incident made him really angry and he decided he was not going to let anyone take advantage of him anymore. On the same day when he was coming back from college, one senior caught hold of him. This Alanya escort bayan guy was actually very polite and asked Sundar if its ok to give his assignment to him. He needed it finished urgently as he had to submit it in two weeks time to get permitted for the exams. Sundar was lost in thought and pain and he took the notebooks without saying anything and came to his hostel room. That evening he was not able to sit because of the pain. He decided to put an end for all his problems. When he was thinking about what he should do he saw the senior’s notebooks in front of him. He decided to do the one thing that all others were scared to do. To make a complaint of ragging to the authorities. He knew after that no one would trouble him.

The next day morning he went to the principal’s office, gave the notebooks and gave a written complaint on the senior. His name was Dev. After the complaint Dev was called for an enquiry and he was suspended for a week. He was disbarred from the hostel and warned to be dismissed from the college if there was one more complaint on him. Sundar saw Dev leaving the place in tears. This news spread fast in both the hostels. Seniors stopped asking help from juniors. And all his class mates were shocked that Sundar would do something like this. They now hated Sundar Escort Alanya for spoiling the smooth relation between the juniors and seniors. They stopped talking to him. He never really had any friends, only those who made fun of him. Now no one even talked to him.

Almost ten days went by. Sundar was now a social outcast in the hostel. There were only a few days before the study holidays began. Few guys already left the hostel to go home to study, but Sundar was among the others who decided to stay back in the hostel during the holidays. When he reached his room after college, he saw an envelope delivered to his room underneath the door. He opened it. It was an order for him to vacate his room and move to the seniors hostel, to enable using the holidays to make the room ready for the next set of juniors. He thought everyone in his hostel got a similar order, but he was shocked to know that he was the only one who got it. The order also specified that he had only one day’s time to move his things. It said his room would be locked after one day and he would have to pay a fine if he had not vacated by then. He was confused but did not have time to think. He packed all this things. No one in the hostel came to help him. He carried all his things alone and went to the seniors hostel. When he entered the place, everyone there looked at him with a slight anger and disgust. He carried his things to the designated new room. The room was open and empty. He kept his things in the room and laid down on the bed. He immediately slept as he was tired from carrying all the things and walking.

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Jimmy , Karen – A Little More

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We didn’t get together again for a few days. Karen had been out with Kevin a couple of times and I saw Ginny on Saturday night. Ginny was still reluctant, scared I think, to have sex but was willing to not only give me an occasional blowjob but to let me finger her to orgasm. At least I was making progress on that front.

Sunday night had me in my room getting things ready for another week at Uni. I had my laptop going and I was putting the final touches on an email which was to carry my latest interpretive essay on the war of 1812 logistics to my professor. It wasn’t due till Thursday but it had been my experience that he was a lot more lenient marking early submittals. Just as I pushed the send button Karen came through the interconnecting bathroom into my bedroom.

“Yo bro! How’s it going?” As was her routine. she was wearing a loose-fitting wife beater shirt and a snug pair of almost transparent pale blue panties. As always, she looked good.

“Fine here. How are things going with you and Kevin?”

“Well, he hasn’t gotten into my ass yet if that’s what you’re asking?”

I had that in the back of my mind but thought better of asking the question directly. I moved over a little giving her room to sit and then lay herself on my bed. She was looking at my laptop and asked: “What-cha doing?”

I showed her that I had my Uni email account open and that I also had my essay open in the word processor application. She politely pretended to be interested before asking:” Got a lot left to do tonight?”

I told her that I was just about done and only really needed to close out the apps.

“Then what?”

I asked the same question: “Then what?”

“Talk for a while?”

“OK by me.” I lowered the cover on the laptop and slid it onto my night table: “What’s the subject tonight?”

Karen knew how to get my undivided attention when she wanted to. She rolled over onto her tummy and lifted my hand putting it directly onto her beautiful bubble butt: “What’s next on the list of getting me ready for anal?”

I almost blacked out from the massive diversion of blood from my brain directly to my cock. As usual, I started to tent out my Jockeys. Karen had that smug look on her face as she looked down my front confirming that I was, in fact, paying attention to her. “Well, before we move on sticking things up your ass, how about looking at an interesting video that I found about a girl who, like you, wants to try anal sex?”

“Yes! I’d really like to see that. Can you put it onto your laptop?”

I agreed and we were soon watching this young woman and a camera operator doing normal sex. She was kinda kneeling on the end of a bed with her upper body propped up on what looked like three or more pillows. The camera guy was standing on the floor fucking her at a moderate pace while the girl was chatting casually to him. They were using multiple cameras and split screens since we could see the girls face from the front and the cameraman from the side as well as close ups of his cock going into her by his hand-held camera. She told him that she wanted to try taking it up her ass which caused the camera guy to pull out of her pussy. He picked up some lube from somewhere, applied it to her asshole and his cock and then proceeded to push himself, slowly, into her ass.

The expression on the girls’ face turned from expectant to attentive to discomfort in just a few seconds. The guy pushed himself a couple of inches into her and stopped; likely allowing her time to adjust to the intrusion. After a couple of moments, he started to push in a little further but the girl seemed to be in serious discomfort. He stopped again but, after a few more moments, she said that it ‘really hurt’ and would he ‘please take it out’. He withdrew and the girl slowly got up holding her hand over her recently invaded orifice.

The girl walked naked around the motel room talking to the camera Escort Bayan guy. They discussed what they were doing and her curiosity about the act. Finally, the girl decided to ‘give it one more try, and got back on the bed with her torso on the pillows. The camera guy applied more lube to her using what looked like an adult size ear syringe. More lube went on his cock and he was soon aligning himself for a second insertion.

The girl had a more determined look on her face as the camera guy began to enter her once again. She grimaced, frowned, showed wide-eyed shock and finally resignation as his cock slowly regained its former position in her rectum. A couple of additional pushes had him just about all the way in while the girl continued to stare into the camera with only a slightly uncomfortable expression. Then the fucking began.

After the first few long strokes the camera guy seemed to establish a rhythm. The girl reached back grabbing his one free arm (The other one was still holding a camera) and brought his hand around to her pussy. Once he started fingering her pussy, she started to rock her hips and they were doing the deed together. Her facial expression soon turned to a ‘surprised that it felt good’ look which included a little smile. They fucked on for a few minutes before the sound of the camera guy’s breathing indicated that something was going to happen. A close up of his cock showed it pulsing while he voiced a low moan. The girl’s face showed a wide-eyed happy expression as she looked directly into the camera while taking a load up the ass.

The camera then showed his cock being pulled back out of her ass and the ensuing leakage of cum that followed. The girl was happy that she had ‘finally done it’ and the camera man was less committal only offering her the advice that she should go into the bathroom and ‘push that cum out of your ass’.

I turned the video off at that point not needing to see the girl sitting on the toilet. Karen was still looking at the laptop screen after it went to black. She finally looked up at me: “Just like that, they did it without all the stretching and preparations?”

I told her that it certainly appeared so but we couldn’t be certain since it was only a video. For all I knew, she could have been a regular anal enthusiast and only claimed to be apprehensive for the sake of the video.

Karen wasn’t so sure: “Her asshole looked tight to me. I think that if she was a pro that it would be a little ‘looser’, if you know what I mean.”

I understood but remained uncommitted. I closed up the laptop again and slid it back onto the table. Karen rolled back onto her tummy and when I turned myself to face her, I put my hand back onto her butt: “Wait a minute.”

I pulled my hand back. Karen got up off the bed, stripped down her panties then stepped out of them. She put herself back down as she was before and said: “OK now put your hand back.”

Her naked butt felt as good as ever. I gently massaged her luscious cheeks as we continued to talk.

“So, you think that just going for it would work?”

I wasn’t expecting that: “No, I just thought that you might like to see that video, that’s all.”

“But he went into her without any real preparation.”

“Other than just fucking her.”

“Oh yeah, he was doing that.” She thought about something for a couple of minutes before saying: “I have an idea.”

She was up, into her room and back in less than a minute. When she returned, I could see the half tube of JY in her hand. She handed me the lube and sat herself on the bed: “Ok, you put a little of this onto me and then put your pinky into me. This is for you to judge how tight I am. Then I will do the same.”

“You’re going to put your pinky into me?”

“No, silly. I will put my pinky into me just to see the same thing as you, understand?”

I nodded my understanding.

“Then we Bayan escort fuck, just like in that video. Then we check me for tightness again.”

I was already liking the idea but had one question: “Just like in that movie? We’ll need more pillows.”

She was gone and back in almost the same time. I now had a total of four pillows on my bed.

“Help me figure out how she had them arranged.”

We stacked the pillows near the edge of my bed. Somehow it didn’t look right so we moved them to the foot of the bed. They looked better there. Karen got up kneeling on the very edge while placing her torso on top of the pillows. Four were too much; she felt like she might roll off to the side. We removed one pillow, tried again before she declared it ‘perfect’.

“How are we going to do the test?”

“C-mon Jimmy. You know, your cock in my pussy then we fuck.”

“All-right, let’s not start that game again. I meant the tightness test. Kneeling, standing what?”

“It’s got to be some way that I can reach easily. Maybe standing?”

“Ok by me. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Karen turned her back to me and leaned forward a little: “I’m ready. Now, just your pinky, ok?”

I agreed. I put a modest blob of the JY onto my right pinky before moving close behind her. Karen reached back with both hands and separated her butt cheeks. I carefully put the tip of my pinky on her asshole and twisted it a little to spread the lube. With my other hand on her hip, I pushed my pinky into her asshole up to the first knuckle. She was really tight: “Are you clenching?”

“Just a little; wait, there, can you feel the difference?”

I could, but she was still pretty tight. I carefully removed my pinky and wiped the lube off with a Kleenex. Karen turned to face me before reaching behind herself with her hands. I couldn’t see what she was doing but she soon stopped moving and looked me straight in the eye: “You’re right, I’m pretty tight.” She used a Kleenex for the same purpose.

Karen was about to get back up onto the bed when she stopped: “Wait, please go wash your hands before you touch me down there.” That made sense so I took my dirty pinky into the bathroom and washed it. When I went back in, I thought: ‘What about her finger?’

She was already kneeling in position when I got there. I decided to move on with the fucking and not quibble over things like that.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Loosen me up.”

I moved up behind her. I first just admired her beauty and then smelled her arousal. There was still a little lubricant remaining on her asshole but it was the natural lubrication on her pussy that was attracting me. My rock-hard cock was pointing to where it wanted to go. I moved closer and ran my cock head up and down through her moist slit until it centered itself on her opening. A little push had me half way in. Before I pushed the rest of the way in, I remembered the discomfort that she had felt when I fucked her while she had knelt on our parents’ bed: “Don’t let me hurt you like this.”

“Just go slowly, I’ll let you know.”

I reached around her hip putting my hand down into her crotch. Her clit was well distended and I started applying gentle massage as I started some slow-easy strokes of my own. I was soon well seated inside her and, without hearing objection, started with a few longer strokes and even a couple of ‘all the way in pushes.’ Still no indication of discomfort; apparently this position moved things around internally getting the sensitive parts out of the way.

Karen was rocking her hips in time with my thrusts and we were enjoying a leisurely fuck.

I wanted to hold out until she had a good orgasm but the pressure was building rapidly in my balls. I increased the rubbing on her clit until she said: “Not so hard, I’m getting close.”

That was good news! I kept my cock sliding in and out of her at Escort a moderate pace waiting for her to peak. After another minute or so the signs started to appear. Her hips were rocking more energetically, her breathing changed from deep to short gasps and she started to moan a little. Karen went over the edge and I could feel her whole underside throb around my cock. I snuck a peek down and could see her asshole pulsing. It looked like it was moving in and out in time with her other parts. She had a nice long cum while she pressed herself back against me and I was just about there myself. I slowed to nearly stopped while she enjoyed the aftermath and we were soon almost still with my cock deep inside her. Karen lifted her head: “Did you cum?”

“No, not yet. I was waiting for you.”

“Can you do that thing where you put yourself at my asshole when you cum? That was really neat and, if you hadn’t noticed, it made me cum again.”

I promised to try. I resumed the fucking with some long strokes but, as usual, the short fast strokes soon overtook me. At the last moment I pulled back grabbing my cock and pointing it at her asshole. The first squirt of cum shot out hitting the target. I pushed forward as the next couple of spasms seemed to give Karen her wish. I had a good cum but, when I looked down, the head of my cock was almost all the way into her asshole. The ridge at the bottom of the head was just about even with the outside edge of her opening. That meant that at least the head was more in than out. I must have put most of my load of cum into her bowels!

“What just happened? Was that you or me? I felt a throbbing back there, I’ve never felt that before.”

I couldn’t explain it. As I pulled back, I could see her asshole covered in cum but with just maybe a tiny opening at the center. Was she open? Did I really just shoot cum into my sisters’ ass? As I looked, the oozing cum seemed to stop and what I thought was an opening seemed to close up: “I don’t know. I just might have.”

Karen got up off the bed and faced me. Her expression was both surprise and elation. She kissed my lips: “I think we succeeded in getting some of your stuff inside me.” She reached back, apparently retesting her tightness. Her eyebrows went up and she smiled: “Definitely looser, feel”

With that, she turned around presenting her butt to me. I didn’t hesitate for a second. My little finger went in, without much resistance, up to the second knuckle. I withdrew it: “Definitely looser!”

She was smiling and obviously very happy: “We did it, next step all the way in!”

I was a little more cautious: “Did it hurt?”

“Not at all. In fact, I kinda liked it.”

“You do know that it was only just the tip of the head that was in you, right?”

“Isn’t that as big as the rest of it?”

“Maybe in diameter. But there was still all the rest of my cock on the outside. It might be different if we tried to stuff that into you.”

Karen thought about that for a couple of seconds before agreeing: “Well, maybe so. The part that didn’t go in was actually most of it. But we did make some headway, right?”

“Headway? Are you sure that you want to use that word?”

She giggled at that: “Am I supposed to go ‘push the cum out of me’ like in the video?”

“At the very least you should wash your hands and maybe ‘wipe up’ the scene of the crime.”

We spent the next few minutes returning the pillows, lube and discarded clothing to her room. After that, she closeted herself in the bathroom for a few minutes. I had gotten into bed thinking that she was done for the night. Soon enough, the door opened again and she came into my room to kiss me goodnight.

I asked her if there was any discomfort ‘back there’?

She said no. She felt fine and was ready for bed. She only had one additional request.

“Ok, what else can I do for you?”

She got really serious, looked me in my eyes: “Let’s set a date that we will do full anal. Ok?”

I was stunned but agreed. I suggested that we look at the calendar and figure something out tomorrow after dinner. That plan was ‘just fine’ with her. I didn’t sleep well that night/.

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Huge Exhibitionist Party Ch. 02

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Continuing with exhibitionist party story. All characters are over 18 years old…

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One morning before breakfast, I was in the kitchen preparing food with Keiko when Melody and Sara lazily sauntered in and jumped up to a seat on the counter across the kitchen. We were all nude, as usual, while I turned to admire Sara’s gravity-defying tits perform one heavy bounce in rhythm to her jump onto the counter. And as both girls have obviously abandoned all modesty, they sit on the counter with their legs comfortably apart, giving me a clear view of their tight, smooth and very pink pussy lips. I can’t help but excuse myself around the corner, saying I needed something out of the pantry, but really just getting out of view of the three women so I could give my dick a good hard squeeze and tug.

It was already mid-morning, but after a late night the girls were cursing the two maids for making too much noise and waking them, and even on a day they usually don’t show up. There was usually a trio of female maids that normally clean on Wednesdays only, but one of the girls was off that week, so I agreed to let two of them clean on that Tuesday and Friday. All three of the maids, Carmen, Daniela and Lucia were from Cuba, and spoke limited English. Carmen and Lucia were in their late twenties and Daniela was in her early twenties.

As my usual, my thoughts drifted to the nudie potential of these three Latinas during their job interview. They were all decent looking, but not spectacular, and very far removed from the Latin hotties that paraded through the South Beach clubs. But even though I didn’t have a burning desire to see them naked, they did seem to be hip enough for audience potential in our home full of exhibitionists. The three agreed to clean the house two mornings per week, even after Keiko and I hinted that we had a “relaxed” dress code. Only the younger Daniela seemed to understand enough English to get the hint, coyly cracking a mischievous little smile. And without fully divulging her realization, she quickly agreed for all three that they would take the job.

The three cleaning ladies were definitely surprised though when they showed up the second week to find our entire family walking around completely nude, totally casual and care free. We just went on about our business, not even asking if the maids were uncomfortable with boobs and dicks gyrating freely in the house and backyard.

The three maids were very adept at averting their gaze towards us, especially if a dick flopped by. As they usually cleaned in the morning, they didn’t see any real sex play going on, which usually starts in the afternoons. Although they did on occasion see some morning wood from us guys just waking up, which always seemed to embarrass them to no end.

But one balmy morning Christine and I were the only ones in the house, catching up on some work. She hadn’t been by for a few weeks, so my pent up lust for her was obvious when my dick rose instantly to attention at seeing her bottomless at my front door. When we worked, Christine always stood at the big office table, leaning over the myriad of papers. I always enjoyed seeing those big, pendulous boobs swipe across the table, and lusting at her heart-shaped ass that she kept rhythmically swaying back and forth.

We took frequent breaks that morning, for me to gorge on her soft pussy, or to feel her pouty mouth around my erect dick. We really didn’t care if the maids saw us, as half of the fun was performing for an audience. The maids were doing their thing as usual, but seemed to be following us around, taking long glances at Christine and I, while whispering between each other. Christine soon had that look in her eye, wanting to put on a real exhibition, so she excitedly pulled me down the hall and found the three maids cleaning the front living room.

She bounced through the living room, playfully swinging that shapely ass and tossing her long, silky black hair on her way to the stereo system across the big, sunshine-filled room. My CD collection and stereo system was in a shelved display unit close to the floor. Most people would have just squat down to sift through the music collection. But Christine was being true to her character, and the sexy minx bent all the way over from her hips, keeping her legs straight and spread enough so she was fully displaying her womanhood for me and the three stunned maids.

She used her legendary flexibility to keep her ass high in the air while swaying it seductively back and forth to the rhythm of a song she was humming. As she frantically tried to find the CD containing the song in her head, we could all easily see her engorged pussy lips as they glistened in a sunbeam. The scene was mesmerizing to the extreme. I glanced over toward Carmen, Daniela and Lucia, delighted to see their shocked and amazed reaction. They tried hard to avert their gaze toward Christine, but were overcome by the memorizing scene and became powerless to turn away.

The two older maids Kumköy escort glanced nervously my direction every few seconds, seemingly to gauge my reaction and probably hoping I would put a stop to the debauchery. But intertwined within those scornful glances, I detected a slight childish giggle. After a few cycles of this, the scorn seemed to begin subsiding, replaced with an obvious sexual eagerness and wide-eyed roaming up and down my tanned, naked body, eagerly on display for the four admiring ladies.

I suspected their conservative upbringing in Cuba was contributing to a powerful moral conflict, as I suspected none of them had ever seen such a raunchy display of hairless pussy lips and engorged cock out in the open. Daniela though was transfixed on Christine’s swaying ass, not appearing to be shocked at all, but instead, appeared to be shyly envious. I would’ve loved to have been privy to her thoughts at that moment. But as I would discover later, she was eager with desire to do something like that. Her taught Latin body was flush with raging hormones, just waiting to break free from her highly-religious, prudish upbringing.

Christine started the music and began to perform a sexy little dance, swinging her hips seductively and kneading her voluptuous globes. I casually looked down to check if I was becoming erect and realized that I had been stroking my dick, probably for some time, obviously unaware of my actions, but eager and ready to slide into Christine’s sumptuous pussy. But I would have to wait a little longer, for she was just getting started with her little tease performance. She danced around the big room, jiggling, squeezing, groping and spreading every part of her sexy body. I joined in the chase, and took every opportunity to show off to our three spellbound guests. To say the room was scorching hot was a gross understatement.

The memorized Daniela was beside herself with lust, watching Christine and I romp around. The girl was sweating profusely and her nipples were poking through her bra and heavy shirt like bullets. I stopped dancing a few times and posed inches from her, as I gyrated my fully-erect dick for her as if it was a sword in battle. Christine also teased the poor maid, exhibiting with confidence and offering plenty of revealing views of her hairless pussy. Daniela was about to burst.

Christine then struck a pose in the middle of the room, bent over from the waist again and parted her legs wide. I made my approach, but was stopped mere inches from her glistening pussy. The lovely Christine, who was always in control, motioned toward Daniela with a look of both empathy of her frustration and also encouragement to take the next step. It was obvious what Daniela really wanted to do, but her moral conflict had a tight hold on her modesty. But Christine’s encouragement and acceptance gave Daniela the strength to release her inhibitions.

Then, without hesitation, she stripped her clothes off her sweaty body and ceremoniously threw each piece as far away from her as she could. She was shaking like a leaf from the flood of emotions washing over her, but she did it. Waving off protests from Carmen and Lucia the whole time, she stood naked and proud. Her nipples were noticeably big and hard. I also assumed that her pussy was probably dripping wet by now, although hidden behind a very hairy bush. She had a skinny, but still very curvy body, sporting a sizable set of perky c-cup tits. I was pleasantly impressed with what she was hiding under those baggy clothes. I was sure hoping she would continue being nude, possibly even while she cleans our house twice a week.

The newest nudie watched intently as the show resumed. Christine backed into me, burying my purple-headed monster deep into her slippery pussy. Daniela had one hand furiously diddling her crotch while the other hungrily groped her tits, as she intently watched Christine and I fuck. We fucked until we both collapsed in ecstasy, smiling at our appreciative audience the whole time.

With the show over, the older maids, Carmen and Lucia slowly regained their composure and walked hurriedly down the hall, muttering something in Spanish in decidedly judgmental tones. After a few minutes of girl chat, Daniela gave Christine a big hug, thanked her profusely, and skipped down the hall, still naked.

Later that morning, Christine and I were back working in the office, when she caught a glimpse of the three maids walking past the hall door. Gaining my attention, my naked coworker said, “Wow, did you see that! It looks like Daniela is still naked, but I thought I saw another naked ass run by. You don’t think… na, it couldn’t be. Let’s go check it out.” I followed Christine, in full chase, down the long hall and into the kitchen. We rounded the corner, and sure enough, Carmen and Lucia were as naked as Daniela. There were three sets of boobs jiggling away, as the curvy Latin maids busily wiped down the counters. Daniela, beaming with pride at her accomplishment, Kumköy escort bayan explained how she convinced Carmen and Lucia to stop resisting and follow the house rules.

Every week after that the three maids did all their cleaning fully nude. Daniela was the boldest, her enthusiasm fueling her newfound freedom. She was a delight to watch, coming up with very creative ways to use her cleaning tools as sexual props. I would often take a break from working just to locate her broom and take a long whiff of pussy scent that always coated the handle. But my favorite trick was how she integrated her perky C-cups into her cleaning routine. Like when she would spray down a counter and then use her tits on the cloth instead of her hands to wipe it down. With just about everything she did, she acted as if those perky tits and bullet nipples always seemed to be in the way; an obvious attempt to bring attention to her assets accompanied by a brush against some hard object.

We definitely brought out the daring exhibitionist in Daniela. Unlike her shy coworkers, Daniela always volunteered to clean the windows or answer the front door for a delivery. Her older coworkers, Carmen and Lucia, tried to keep a lid on Daniela’s sexual experimentation and prowess, as older sisters would, but after a few weeks just gave up trying.

Brandon was sure surprised during his next morning visit. He usually dropped by for the single delight of showing off his nude body to the usually-clothed maids, but had mixed feelings upon discovering they had begun cleaning in the nude. He liked seeing their bare tits and pussies on full display, while also a little disappointed that he would no longer get the thrill of exposing himself to clothed people. His disappointment was short lived though, as he and Daniela were soon openly fucking at every opportunity.

Keiko and I told the three maids about our big nudist party, and offered to pay them generously to help us with the prep, clean up and wait service during the party. They initially agreed, but the two older maids pleaded to be allowed to wear clothes during the actual party when the house was full of naked strangers. A lengthy negotiation ensued, with the final agreement that they could wear lingerie during the party, but they had to be nude before and after. As for the lingerie selection, they could fully-cover their crotches, which had so much hair that you couldn’t see anything anyway, but their nipples had to be either in the open or visible through a sheer top.

Daniela of course was just all giggles and jiggles, as she imagined being a naked waitress at a party full of bouncing cocks and jiggling boobs. We told her she could be as naked as she wanted, and even encouraged her to ramp up the teasing. Since she was such a natural flirt, and had a killer body, we had big plans for her to join Melody and Sara at the party as the instigation girls. They would encourage the guests, by whatever means possible, to push the erotic tease and exhibition games.

Continuing with our party planning evening on the patio, each person had a few ideas for sexy party games and events for the nudist party that would start around noon and continue long into the evening.

Sophie, the newest member, still had most of us guessing as to how far she would take her lustful desires into our nudist environment. It was delightful though seeing her in the moonlight across the table. She was casually leaning way back in her chair, offering everybody a clear view of her big tits splayed out across her chest. My dick would twitch every time those marvelous mammaries jiggled in rhythm to her gestures.

I could tell from the expression on her face though that her erotic wheels were turning up there, so I pressed her to spill her thoughts. She was a little hesitant, but finally revealed her idea for a little performance during the late evening at the party. She figured all the guests would be pretty liquored up and horny as hell by midnight, so she thought it would be a perfect time to perform a solo erotic dance routine. Sophie hadn’t worked out the details, but vowed to practice diligently for a performance that she hoped would have most of the room in orgasm. My erect dick whacked the underside of the table upon hearing this, not having a doubt she could pull it off.

Megan, the bubbly all-American blond with the mermaid hair, volunteered to be the official party photographer. She got pretty good with her new digital camera, and was disappointed in herself for not taking it with her on that first boat trip to the keys. She really wanted a record of her first time being publicly nude and vowed to never miss that opportunity again. So on every trip since, she had been taking plenty of pictures. Nothing was off limits, and she had a flair for capturing people’s emotions, especially when we were introducing a new person to the nudist lifestyle. Most of us were a little nervous if the pictures ended up on the internet, but Megan always Escort Kumköy reassured us that whenever she did post a picture, it was done with taste and on a reputable site.

For the party, Megan explained that she had a couple games in mind that would be both funny and titillating. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when she said “titillating”. But Megan was never one to dismiss a pun-centric comment as an opportunity for some erotic teasing. So she strutted around the patio table and sat her hairless pussy on my lap, demanding that I tweak and suck her “tits” until her nipples were good and hard. I obliged, but it took less than a minute to accomplish my task. She then returned to her own patio chair and continued explaining the games she had in mind.

One of the games was called, “guess the pussy or cock”, which involved her taking a close-up picture of each guests’ genitals. Then at the end of the night, she planned on gathering everybody in the big front room and showing each genital in turn on the big TV. People had to guess who the dick or pussy belonged to, but while the pictures were being shown everybody had to cover or conceal their crotch to prevent any cheating. We all agreed this sounded like a great idea.

But Keiko then upped the ante by adding a stipulation that each pussy or dick must be adorned in some way only for the picture, either with some kind of prop, restraint, toy, jewelry or something else that creatively celebrated the fact that their usually very private genitals were on the big screen for an admiring audience of strangers. Keiko giggled when saying, “If you’re going to be on stage, you might as well dress up!” We all excitedly agreed and made sure to buy more goodies that Megan could offer up during her rounds with the camera.

My dick became hard just imagining the tight-bodied Megan working her way through the party guests, convincing each person to dress up their genitals for a close-in picture. Megan agreed when I suggested she include our bubbly Latin maid, Daniela, to accompany her during her rounds. I was sure the sexy pair wouldn’t have any problems convincing guests to spread their legs for posterity.

Thinking out loud, Melody piped in with a possible problem to the adornment scheme. She asked the group, “What if some girl’s pussy isn’t out in the open like us, and still has a full bush concealing the goods? We’d never be able to guess whose it is, even if the forest is parted with a couple fingers.” We all thought about that for a bit, when after a while I thought of a plan. I asked the group, and everybody agreed that any proper nudist always kept their genitals clean and neatly free of pubic hair. Going on that, I suggested we offer a clean-up service to any guest who arrives without cleanly-shaven dick, balls or pussy. It was the least we could do, and if we could pull it off, I wanted to offer a professional to ease any hesitations from a reluctant hairy guest.

I continued, and suggested that we convince, and probably would need to pay handsomely, the Vietnamese twins who did the grooming at Keiko’s nail spa. They were probably open to setting up a pubic hair removal station in one of our back bedrooms for the party. They were in their early twenties and wore outfits that accentuated their obviously-enhanced tits. I got a hard on each time I saw either of them, and our party guests would be very appreciative if Keiko could convince them to work the party in the nude.

Keiko had an appointment at the nail spa that next week, so Melody tagged along to help with the party invite. The mother and daughter team were fully prepared if a demonstration was required. They booked a time when the spa was relatively quiet and dressed for quick access. It took a bit of convincing, but the sexy twins agreed to set up shop at the party for the afternoon, but were skeptical about the nudity thing, believing that nobody was that daring to be naked around strangers. The twins were then totally shocked when Keiko and Melody proved their dedication as exhibitionists, when during their pedicures, they both lifted their short skirts up to their waists and fully unbuttoned their nearly see-through white tops.

Not wearing any underwear, the twin stylists were totally shocked when they looked up to see hairless pussies and surgically-enhanced tits on full display to the entire salon and anybody walking by the front window. The Vietnamese stylists realized the girls were obviously serious, but still didn’t fully agree to be nude at the party. They didn’t actually say no, so there was still hope.

Megan was on a roll with party game ideas and suggested, well purred, that it would be fun for her and Melody to perform a short piece on the piano during the big show. We all thought it would be an excellent idea, but Sara added that it should be more than just two nude chicks playing a piano, since the party was going to have an exhibitionist theme. Megan then coyly revealed, “I always wanted to see what it would feel like to play the piano with a fully-stuffed pussy. But not in front of an audience though, way too embarrassing.” I asked her, “Not even if the entire audience was nude this time?” I was referring to the two concerts she gave at the university when she played a full concerto in the nude.

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Stacy’s First Swing Pt. 05

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Helen turned out to be a slim woman of below average height with the thin features that could easily look severe but were likely to age well. And they had. Having left forty behind by several years, her deeply tanned features were a bit care-worn. But her high, elegant eyebrows and strong cheek bones still lent an air of allure. Her hair was short, much like Stacy’s, and pitch black. She was wearing no makeup and her lips were thin, displaying what appeared to be a forced smile.

Everyone was awkwardly silent for several seconds. Helen was wearing a college sweatshirt and jeans. They made her seem shapeless and sexless. Frank got to his feet and strode to his wife. “Everything okay honey?” Stacy noticed a real note of concern in his voice. It puzzled her for a moment.

Helen waved away his concern but couldn’t hide a grimace that crossed her face. “Yeah. I mean no. I mean… I don’t want to talk about it.”

Stacy sat naked on the woman’s living room floor, trying to understand what was happening. Frank had said Helen was called away to surgery that would last long into the night… possibly into the morning. But it wasn’t much past ten yet…

Helen ran a hand through her hair. “You must be Stacy.” Stacy nodded, wondering if the night had just ended. “I got to watch the finale.” She gestured toward Betty. “I hope that bitch hasn’t hogged all the action.” Betty responded with a “Hey!”

Stacy shook her head, studying the other woman. “No. Actually, she’s eaten me to two climaxes and I’ve fucked both the guys.” The matter-of-fact disclosure made her feel very odd… but also set off a little twitch in her pussy.

Helen seemed at a loss. So was everyone else. “Well good. Is there anything left for me?”

Betty rose, smiling. “Well you know Jared. He’ll be fine in a few minutes. And I don’t think Frank is quite ready to call it quits yet either.”

Betty stooped down over the toy chest. “In the meantime, I think we can probably find something to keep you busy.”

Helen’s response wasn’t sensual or even very happy but there was a kind of determination to it. “Right.” She pulled the sweatshirt off over her head. There was no bra underneath.

Stacy watched in silence, letting the two older women sort things out. As Helen sat to remove her pants, she surveyed her body. Helen was thin indeed. Almost ropey. Her breasts were small, not even close to a handful. They did slope downward a bit but did not dangle. Their nipples were dark and prominent. The deep tan was uniform across her body, much like her husband’s. Stacy wondered about that. Her stomach was flat with a hint of musculature.

She had stripped down to a comfortable pair of panties, and now stood again. She looked down at Stacy appraisingly. She held out her hand to the younger woman. “Let’s take a look at you.” She helped Stacy stand up. Her hands were dry and a little rough, her fingers delicate and strong at the same time.

Stacy had felt small and girlish around Betty. As she stood in front of Helen, she felt like a cow. Helen was two or three inches shorter and so lean. Stacy had a lot more up top but she also had more across the middle and backside. Where Stacy was soft and rounded and to be honest, carried a few extra pounds, Helen was flat and hard and almost square.

Helen pulled Stacy closer. “I love your tits. They’re so perfect.” She softly caressed shoulder and hip and then allowed her hands drift to the young woman’s trembling breasts. Stacy’s responsive nipples had deflated a bit but as the surgeon’s fingers traced the delicate contours of her flesh, goose bumps shimmered across her body and her areolas rose in heated response. Hesitantly, Stacy allowed her own hands to explore the Pollard woman’s body.

It was almost as hard as it looked. Despite the tenderness of her caresses, the woman was still tense from the rigors of the day. As Stacy gently clasped on of Helen’s nipples, pinching the rubbery prominence, Helen did the same, tweaking and rubbing Stacy’s pink nubbin.

Stacy had been nervously looking everywhere but Helen’s face. But as her body began to respond, her eyes were drawn to the other woman’s. They locked. Stacy wasn’t sure what it was she saw there but the older woman’s stern features did seem to soften a bit. Helen parted her lips in invitation and Stacy accepted the offer, touching lips to mouth and softly extending her pink tongue.

They exchanged a series of brief, gentle kisses, Stacy slowly losing her hesitance. It wasn’t like kissing her husband or any other man she had ever embraced but in truth, it wasn’t that different either. And it served to stoke her fires very well indeed.

The women’s embrace intensified. Stacy clung to Helen’s buttocks, feeling hard and flat muscle beneath the cotton of her panties. Helen’s hands passed quickly over Stacy’s softer posterior and located her gooey snatch. Stacy sighed into the other woman’s mouth as a couple fingers squirmed their way into her eager hole.

It was Helen who finally broke Side Escort the clench. Stacy thought that some of the tension had left the other woman’s body and Helen smiled up at her. The smile turned into a grin and she brought her hand to her mouth and licked Stacy’s juice from her fingers.

Stacy bent forward again, trapping the fingers between their two mouths and tasted herself as she again kissed Helen. When they had drunk all the juices the fingers had to give, Helen withdrew her hand and fastened it to the back of Stacy’s head, pulling the girl still closer and locking their lips together.

A minute later, they had to come up for air. They were both breathing heavily and looked a little dazed. They noticed Betty standing right next to them, looking down at them both. “You might want to lie down before you fall over and break something.”

Exchanging a glance and a smile, they did as Betty suggested. Stacy lowered herself to the floor pausing along the way to draw the other woman’s panties down her tanned legs. Stacy had wondered whether the swingers would have shaved beavers. She had been a little surprised when Betty turned out to have a thick pelt of hair that looked less groomed than Stacy’s own downy mound.

Helen’s slit was as bare as the day she was born and as tanned as the rest of her body. The outer lips of her sex were long and prominent. At the tip of each, a finger-sized ring glittered silver.

Stacy lay on her back and Helen stretched herself out along the younger woman’s body. Her hand roamed the pale woman’s curves and massaged her firm breasts. Helen’s deeply tanned skin contrasted with the pink and porcelain of Stacy’s nubile body. Helen’s body pressed close to Stacy’s, nestling herself into her soft chest. Their lips consumed one another again.

Stacy’s legs had splayed themselves out wide and Helen’s straddled them even wider. In this enticing cove, Betty settled down to business. Clasping Helen’s hard bronzed ass cheeks, she buried her face in her friend’s bare pussy. As she parted Helen’s prominent outer lips, she was greeted by a hint of moisture. The brief make-out session with Stacy had gotten the old swinger’s engine at least up to a gentle idle. Betty set to work revving that engine to the red-line.

Stacy’s wandering hands had locked themselves onto Helen’s ass along with Betty’s. As Betty began licking and probing Helen’s nether regions, Helen groaned and gently bit Stacy’s bottom lip. Stacy dug her fingers into the older woman’s ass. She ground her pelt of soft cunt hair into the other woman’s groin, seeking to make contact with her clit.

Betty could feel the young slut squirming beneath Helen. She reached down into the cleft of their bodies and fondled Stacy’s sopping mound. Stacy shuddered and groaned and lifted her legs in an unconscious act of lust. Betty slid three fingers into her hole as deeply as they would go and expertly massaged her inner chamber.

Stacy and Helen had broken their kiss and now had their heads pressed together cheek to cheek, breathing heavily and making small sounds of pleasure. One of Helen’s hands slid downward between their bodies to that cleft of pleasure and found Stacy’s little clit. She palmed her mound and let the little nubbin slide and role between two of her extended fingers. Stacy jumped and shuddered. As Stacy held tightly onto the surgeon’s body, Helen’s other hand joined in, mirroring it’s movements on her own prominent pearl.

With Betty working from between their legs, Helen assaulting their clits and Stacy heaving and squirming beneath it all, the pile of feminine lust spiraled toward climax. From time to time deep, probing kisses were exchanged. Betty moved from one snatch to the other, using both hands on whatever target tempted her the most. Helen’s juices had started to flow in earnest and Stacy’s cunt was like soup. In her excitement, Stacy was clenching and expanding the muscles of her cunt, presenting a winking and yawning target for Betty. Helen clamped down hard on two of Betty’s fingers, nearly locking her in place and grinding herself on the hands working her sex.

Stacy hit the wall first and burst through into orgasm. Her arms hit the floor at her sides and her fists pounded the carpet. Her legs were rigid and shaking. She gritted her teeth and groaned as she rode out the climax. Before the tension began to leave her body, Helen followed her into the chasm of release.

Helen rose to hands and knees, thrusting her ass at Betty. “Oh fuck YES!” Betty had three fingers in her quim and as Helen rose, Betty was able to press her face forward and latch onto her clit with suckling lips. Helen was stiff and still as her climax filled her nerves with icy fire. Just as she was reaching her peak, something drew Betty away. Helen gasped in anguish as her fellow slut abandoned her. But then she felt a firm set of hands grip her hips. Before she knew what was happening, a hard, hot shaft surged into her wildly climaxing cunt.

Jared buried his Side Escort bayan hard shaft into Helen to the balls and held it there as her cunt was shaken by thunder and chaos.

Stacy had a front row seat, watching her face as the surgeon panted and groaned and clenched her teeth and every other part of her body. She was also able to see the familiar legs of her husband and his tightly packed scrotum that for the moment seemed to be welded to Helen’s pussy.

As Helen began to relax just a bit and was experiencing the satisfying decent from climax, Jared stroked outward and then firmly impaled Helen again. He set up a slow but firm rhythm and began fucking the experienced slut with a purpose.

Helen stared down into Stacy’s eyes. “How does it feel to know your husband is fucking another woman?” she panted.

Stacy just smiled in return. “I’ll let you know after I get a better look.” Helen was still on her hands and knees which allowed Stacy to twist around under her, trading heads for tails. She slid her head under the two pairs of spread legs and looked up at what her husband was doing to the other woman.

Jared’s pale shaft was arrow straight and rock hard and was sliding effortlessly into Helen’s wet slit. Her outer lips were open wide and inviting, the rings piercing each flap highlighting their shaking movement. The inner lips were spread wide by Jared’s cock, revealing a pink V pointing to Helen’s clit. Though not as large as Betty’s, the little bundle of nerves was visible as a glistening pink sparkle peering out from under its bronze hood.

Stacy’s switch had presented her own matted beaver to Helen’s examination. Stacy’s outer lips were modest rims, often hidden by her bush but now laid bare by its soggy state. As Stacy unconsciously spread her steepled legs wide, the lips parted slightly to just barely show the groove within. Her clit was all but undetectable, a modest bump in the middle of her inflamed mound.

Helen’s mind was in turmoil. Her orgasm had subsided but Jared’s unexpected but welcome assault had driven the slut into a higher gear. Already, a second orgasm was beginning to gather in her deepest recesses. She wanted to sample the young woman’s sex but couldn’t bear to distract herself from the pleasure Jared was feeding her.

As Jared relentlessly fucked her hungry gash, Helen was driven lower and lower. Soon the woman’s groin was at nose-length from Stacy’s face while at the same time, Helen was approaching Stacy’s. Stacy probed Helen’s stretched and dripping cunt with the tip of her tongue while her husband plunged in and out with enthusiasm.

Helen felt the younger woman’s probes and was about to return the favor when Betty slid in between Stacy’s legs. Grinning at Helen, she held something up to her lips in a twisted “shushing” motion. What was in her hand was a long double-headed dildo of pink latex. It was over two feet long though no bigger around than Jared’s own cock.

Without warning or discussion, Betty fed the long object into Stacy’s pussy. Stacy responded with an appreciative sigh and spread her legs wider. Helen watched the rubber toy disappear into the young woman. As it did, she forced her groin down onto the other woman’s face, grinding into it as she absorbed each of Jared’s thrusts. Stacy groaned and used her nose and tongue to stimulate Helen’s splayed open sex as well has her husband’s pistonning member.

Betty held on to the toy about eight inches from its head and steadily fucked Stacy with it. Helen had stopped watching however as she was closing in on her second orgasm. Helen was a woman who was not only capable of multiple, rapid-fire orgasm but who relished them. Her eyes were closed and she had begun bearing down on the intruder pounding her inside passage. Jared could tell she was close and was determined to fuck her right through the orgasm and hopefully drive the swinger on to her next.

“God, I’m going to cum again. Oh Fuck. God, fuck me.” Helen began to tremble and fought to stifle a screaming moan. She spasmed around Jared and his response was to pound into her harder and faster. “Gahhh” Helen called out, cumming her ass off.

As Helen’s second orgasm rose in intensity and Jared continued to powerfully plumb her depths, Betty shifted her grip on the dildo she was fucking Stacy with. She had been using it as an eight inch dildo but there was about a foot and a half left. She was going to see how much she could feed into the insatiable little hole.

Helen was still coming hard and grinding herself against Stacy’s face and Stacy was loving every minute of it. The toy in her snatch had been little more than the icing on the cake. But Stacy quickly noticed the change as more of the cool rubber slid into her. She had yet to actually see the intruder in Betty’s hand and was taken by surprise by the added length. She groaned and gripped Helen tightly. Her knees waved in the air as she fought conflicting urges to both protect herself and welcome anything Betty chose to Escort Side do to her.

The dildo slid past the ten inch mark without noticeable resistance. Betty stroked with that length a few times and Helen opened her eyes. She was dazed but when Betty saw that she was watching, she let the dildo pull completely out of Stacy’s cunt and then slid the entire ten inches back in. Helen moaned at the sight and twitched around Jared’s still-driving cock. Two orgasms in rapid succession were great… it looked like she was going to get number three just as fast.

With ten inches buried in Stacy’s hot sheath, Betty fed in a little more. Eleven inches. Twelve inches. Betty was meeting resistance. In fact, at twelve inches, she definitely hit something. Stacy “umphed” in response and groaned loudly. “God, what are you doing to me?”

Betty slowly withdrew the toy and then slid it back in just as deep before answering. “Whatever I feel like doing to you.”

Jared was sweating heavily and puffing like a freight train. He had ridden Helen through her second orgasm and had felt her pussy clasp and shudder, telling him that she was eager for more. He was determined to give it to her. He did slow down a bit and every few strokes he left himself buried in the bronzed woman for a few seconds. From time to time he would twist and stir his hips.

He was also catching glimpse of what was being done to his wife. He was fascinated by her pussy’s ability to take so much of the long toy.

Betty continued to gently prod Stacy’s deepest regions. The young woman was panting hard and sweating in response to the unusual sensations.

By this point, Helen was also sweating profusely. Her second orgasm was now a pleasant memory. She ground her ass back against Jared and urgently squeezed her cunt down on his dick. “Jared, oh fuck I’ve missed you.” She bent down and planted a kiss on his wife’s clit. “And I think I’m going to like your wife. What are you waiting for, Betty? Fuck the girl.”

Stacy had adjusted herself to the unbelievably deep intrusion and was squirming under Betty’s gentle ministrations. She was getting to the point where she could spare some attention for the impaled, flailing pussy hovering above her head but at Helen’s command, Betty stopped being so gentle.

With her hand gripping the rubber toy at its midway point, Betty began delivering quick and powerful stokes to Stacy’s creamy cunt. In response, the young woman groaned and panted and squealed, drumming her heels on the floor. With her eyes locked on what the dildo was doing to Jared’s wife, Helen demanded that he fuck her harder and harder. “Give it to me hard Jared. Let’s see if you can make me cum again before your wife shoots off.”

Jared watched Betty’s hand fly and attempted to match her pace as he pounded Helen insatiable hole. Her insides pulsed with buttery heat that would turn to velvet-lined steel whenever her powerful cunt convulsed. He couldn’t spare his hands to play with Helen’s hard body or the soft curves of his loving wife. They were death-locked at Helen’s hips, repeatedly drawing their bodies together in powerful collisions.

The rampaging dildo in Stacy’s soupy hole was generating a lot of foam. The deep intrusion had stimulated her hot cunt beyond anything she had ever experienced before. Her juices flowed in an almost defensive response. The pounding her insides were taking was at times uncomfortable but the queasy feeling it gave was also somehow feeding into her building orgasm. There was a dam somewhere deep inside her and pressure was building up behind it.

Stacy had her eyes closed tightly and panting grunts were seeping out between her tightly pressed lips. Helen’s eyes were wide open and crazed as she continued to drive herself violently against Jared.

Betty’s arm was getting tired and her completely-recovered pussy was feeling a bit left out.

But the finale was approaching. Jared was heaving with exhaustion and was close to losing control. One of Helen’s hands found its way back to her clit and was frigging herself madly to bring herself orgasm. Stacy was in a world of her own, convulsing under Betty’s assault. She could feel the dam insider her cracking.

Stacy screamed, piercing and full-throated. Her cunt convulsed so tightly on its intruder that the dildo slipped out of Betty’s hand, lodged over twelve inches deep in Stacy’s carnal depths. Stacy’s initial scream devolved into breathless gibbering. One hand was cupped over her mound, pressing her clit down on the firm rubber of the toy. She held the other to her mouth, biting into it hard as she struggled to control her ecstatic body. Her gut was in turmoil, stirred and battered by the abuse it had received. But every nerve ending in her body was on fire and she was cumming like a locomotive.

“Damn it Jared, she beat me. Fuck, look at her go. I need to cum like that. Fuck the living shit out of me!”

As Helen growled her command, her cunt gave Jared’s cock another tight squeeze. That broke his control. Letting loose with his own shout, he convulsively fucked into her body twice more before bottoming out one last time and firing his pent up sperm deep into her passage. He pressed himself home, forcing Helen’s slim body down onto his shuddering wife.

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Jess and her Son Pt. 02

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Jess and her Son Pt. 02

All parties in this story are over 18 years of age and consenting.

“Oh, mum, I’m so happy. Look at us here, together. We made love, finally… I have been waiting for you, dreaming of this… and now we’re together… I can’t believe it!”

“I know my darling son, you’ve made me feel so good, my baby… I’m so full of your cum. You’ve filled me. Your seed is INSIDE me. Inside my body. Can you believe that thought?”

Jess and James gazed into each other’s’ eyes, his dick still soaked with their juices combined. They beamed at each other, their faces close. Jess couldn’t believe how he had grown into the most amazing, sexy man. Eighteen now, and fully able to give her the fertile seed she had missed from her father for so long.

James’s tongue met his mother’s lips. Her tongue met his and slid into his mouth. He closed his lips over hers, his tongue outstretched inside her mouth as deep as he could go, circling and exploring her mouth. She responded by opening her mouth wider as she accepted his tongue into her mouth and throat, and she reciprocated every motion his mouth made. She’d never felt a kiss so sexy, so arousing, and so horny. She wanted his cock, ached for his cum.

Their lips parted as they continued to talk about the beautiful union they had just made together.

“Mum, I can’t wait to do this again. Can we? Will you?”

“Oh, yes James, we will. Again and again. Will you give me babies, James? Will you make my belly swell with a child once again?”

“I want to so, so much mum… more than I have ever wanted anything else in the whole world!”

“Oh baby, I want you so much it hurts. I want you constantly, I want to have every moment I can feeling you deep inside me.”

“Yes mum, can we do this all the time? Can we be … together? Every day and night? I want to be your babies’ father, mum. I want to give you all my seed, all the time. I have so much cum for you, I am so desperate to make you pregnant again and again.”

“Your cum belongs inside me James. That I think we both know now. You and I are destined to be together and create a child. I want you so much, my baby. I love you, my gorgeous son.”

James thought about dad. It worried him what his dad may say or how he might react if he knew what had just taken place. Today changed everything, the whole course of all their futures. He knew that. He knew that he could never again feel comfortable about his mum and dad being intimate now. Not now that he had experienced this with his beautiful mother. No, the future had to be he and his mother. Surely…

“But what about dad, mum? What will he say? Won’t he challenge us? Won’t he be really upset?”

Jess suspected Charlie would understand. Maybe he and her could be intimate still, maybe not, but Charlie was in his eighties now. He would have to realise that Jess needed more than Charlie could now offer her, physically.

She actually felt a little mischievous over the whole situation. She secretly wanted Charlie to catch them, red-handed, James’s huge thick cock pumping his thick spunk into her eager pussy, just like Mum had caught Daddy and Jess all those years ago.

“Let’s not tell dad for now, baby. I am sure it’ll be hard for him to take, but I think he will understand and give his blessing. But until I know I am pregnant with your child, maybe we shouldn’t rock the boat?”

“Mum, I don’t want dad to have you anymore…I want you to only want me… to be the only one you have in your bed…”

Jess was in a conundrum.

Today’s events had really convinced her that things had to change; and right now. Her mind had been made up for her on this one, today, having felt the glorious feeling of fucking her eighteen-year-old, virile and horny son. It felt so amazing. How deep inside her his erupting cock had travelled. How much cum he had injected into her womb today, and only once so far, the first of countless times. How could she go back to her geriatric dad now? Now she had felt sex better than her father had ever given her?

Yes, she knew she only wanted James now, things had been ebbing away gradually with Charlie, he was less and less in the mood to give Jess his dick these days, and when he did, Jess knew it wasn’t going to get her pregnant, and this took away a lot of the thrill for her. He was getting tired early in the evenings a lot, and spending more and more time with Flora, as elderly husbands and wives do.

James could offer Jess so much more now, everything she dreamed of. They were both in the sexual prime of their lives. James wanted to be his mother’s only man, the one to give her all she needed. His huge fat cock, all day every day, and load after load of hot spunk inside her aching pussy. They could live together in union, she, wet and ready for penetration by that enormous eighteen-year-old cock, whenever he desired her. She wanted to be controlled by him, to be his baby machine, to be impregnated again and again. It was her only dream now. She had come to this realisation Escort Bayan fully now.

She looked into her son’s eyes as he stroked and squeezed her milky breasts. Milk dripped from her thick hard nipples as her hand made its way onto his hardening cock.

“James, my baby… I only want you. I know that this is the only way forward for us now. Avoiding intimacy with your daddy for now until I get pregnant won’t be difficult, he’s in his twilight years now. We will tell him soon, if he doesn’t work it out for himself. Let me think of a way to tell him.”

James looked down at his mother’s dripping nipples. He felt so hungry for them. They were so suck-able. His head moved to her breast. He flicked the long hard nipple with his tongue and milk splashed onto his lips, as it pinged forwards like a spring. There was a droplet of milk on the end of the nipple. He slid his lips over the nipple, his tongue resting underneath it, and sucked hard so that more of the breast tissue was vacuumed into his mouth. Milk filled his mouth. Her sweet nectar.

Covering the entire areola with his mouth now, he suckled her, as he latched onto her full, hard, milk-filled tit. The other was dripping too, awaiting his mouth to evacuate it of its contents; his meal would be her milk tonight.

Suckling and massaging his mother’s beautiful big tit, he helped the milk out to the end of the nipple. As the milk sprayed out onto his tongue and down his throat, the thickness of his organ was growing and getting harder by the second. He knew exactly how to get all the milk out of his mamma’s beautiful breasts. He’d had years of practice at this, and it tasted as sweet and delicious as it always had. He was hungry for all the milk she had tonight. Her food, her body, and, after this, her pussy. Her sexy wet pussy. His pussy. He was going to put a child inside her. And soon. He vowed to himself.

Jess lay there in a daze as her boy fed on her ripe body. They had just coupled. Mated. Her pussy was already overflowing with thick, warm spunk, and, judging by the hardness of his cock right now in her hands, she knew she was going to get more of the same tonight. Much, much more. As she lay there with him in her arms, his seed trickled steadily upwards, through her opening cervix, then into her uterus and fallopian tubes. It would eventually fill her womb to the brim.

Today was a Sunday. Charlie was out with his boys at the golf club, he still managed to get himself out and keep active at his ripe old age. Although he was definitely slowing down, there was life in him yet!

Flora was also out and had most of the children with her as always. She was like their school teacher! She loved her role, it gave her purpose and it had really been her life’s dream too.

As Charlie and Flora were both out, and Jess knew she was fertile this next two or three days, now really was the time for insemination. Multiple insemination. Time really was of the essence. She wanted every egg she had now to be fertilised with James’s seed.

The truth was, she really had missed being pregnant. Her body cried out to be the home for more babies. She was so fertile, always had been. Her ripe body instinctively made her crave pregnancy, perpetual mating round the clock, and to be suckled and drained. She knew James needed to strike while the iron was hot and fuck his momma hard and often this next few days. She needed ALL his seed inside her body.

James continued to suckle and drink the life-giving nutrients from both his mother’s breasts, until she was completely evacuated. They would both re-fill again in an hour anyway, and she’d need draining again. Jess was soaked in her son’s seed, but desperate for more. She held his head in her hands as he finished his last mouthful. She gazed into his eyes, her love for this precious child of hers, now a man, was unlike any other love she had ever felt. Now, all boundaries had come down and, all in an instant, he was her everything. Her lover. The father of all her children from here on in. She was desperately in love with him, in every which way.

“James, baby… I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you. This blows my mind. We are going to breed! Are you OK, my wonderful son? How do you feel about this? Really? I know you said you wanted this, I want to be 100% sure this is truly what you want.”

“Mum, I am so, so happy. You can never really know how much I love you. How much I lust after you. To have given you my seed only goes so far in expressing how I feel. I want you all day and night. I want my cock inside you and only you. Constantly. I want to feel you cum on my dick all hours of the day. I want to make you scream in pleasure as you feel me erupt inside you.”

As he spoke these words, he once again became conscious of his rock hard raging erect cock, and how much he was craving her tight dripping pussy surrounding it. He was ready to give Jess another thick load of his fertile spunk.

Jess kissed his mouth as his head nestled in her hands. His tongue reached Bayan escort out to meet hers and they licked each other’s lips, sinking deeply into a kiss that would be the initiation of another union of their bodies to make the baby they both so desperately wanted. Their kiss was wet and hot. James devoured his mother’s mouth, and as her face was above him, her saliva dripped onto his tongue. He swallowed it hungrily, as if it was her pussy juices that were spilling onto his face.

Jess wanted to taste her son’s cock so badly. She moved down so that her face met his huge growing member.

What an enormous monster he really possessed. Jess could scarcely believe it actually fit fully inside her pussy, all the way to the hilt — her pussy was well used to babies being delivered from it. It was the biggest cock she’d actually ever seen. And oh, the things it did to her. She shivered in anticipation of the thought of it breaching her pussy lips and stretching her open, filling her with this enormous, thick meat. So deep it should hurt her, but it didn’t. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. She wanted it inside her as often as possible.

She opened her mouth. Wide as she could.

She took the big head of his dick onto her tongue and enclosed her mouth over the tip. It fit.

She sank her mouth over the big shaft, tasting herself on him immediately. Their combined sex tasted like nothing else.

Further and further her head sank down onto him, her throat opening up to accept his massive length and girth. She slid her head back to the tip, and forth again, her saliva soaking his shaft, and dripping out of her mouth as she fed hungrily on the huge dick before her.

James had never had a girl be able to suck his dick at all, he was way too big to get that deep for anyone. So to feel his own mothers’ lips around that full width, and better yet, feeling and seeing at least half of it disappear deep down into his mother’s throat, as she gagged and moaned and gasped, was an unparalleled first for him.

“Oh, mum… you’re so amazing, I hope you love this big dick, it’s all for you momma, your dick forever…” James murmured in pleasure as his mother slurped and sucked and licked and devoured his huge cock. “I want you and only you, mum… I want you to only want me… No-one else can have you… this is your dick and that is my pussy….”

Jess let his big cock slide slowly out of her throat. As her lips released the tip, she lifted her head and looked him in the eyes.

“My baby. My son. My lover now. I love the sound of that…”

He nodded. “Me too, mum. We’re lovers.”

“Your father is out all day today and so is Auntie Flo. They won’t be home until later this evening. I want you. I want so much to be pregnant to you. My best boy. Fuck me all day today, James. Give me your children. Let’s make love again and again today my darling. I’m fertile and I’m so ready for you.”

James needed no more encouragement as he felt his dick twitch and shake. Jess put her hand on it as her legs wrapped around his waist. She toyed with her clit with the bulging wet head. His cum was still filling her pussy. Without letting a drop spill out, she plunged the head of his fully hard cock into the soaking wet opening.

He gasped. The pleasure was almost too much as he felt himself slipping into the tightness of his mother’s hot pussy. They ached and craved for this. She clung to him, her thighs around his waist as he rocked his pelvis back and forth, massaging his huge length deep inside her body. He felt her strong vaginal walls tensed and pulsating with excitement.

She held his bottom with her hands as he drove his long length fully in and out of her.

Jess felt her son’s ripe, fertile cock pressing up against the opening of her awaiting cervix as he copulated with her. Each time he drove it into her, she tensed and released, to make her son grow harder and thicker in pleasure.

Jess felt that she would cum soon if it carried on like this. She started to shiver, and her legs started to shake. James could feel this and knew he was about to give his mother a huge orgasm.

“Mummy, cum for me… please…”

She continued to shiver and shake.

“James… I… yes… uhh… oh god….”

“Mummy, give me your cum… all over my cock baby…cum for me…yes… mummy”

“Yes… I, I… Ohhhh… Mmmmmhhh!!”

“Mum … I can feel you cumming!”

Jess was in utter ecstasy as her body tensed and writhed, her pussy squirting and spraying James’s dick with her juices. She felt his hardness firmly massaging her G-spot, and the shaft was rubbing on her swollen pink clit every time they moved.

She was helpless in his arms. This man. A man who she had once carried inside her for nine months, birthed into this world, taught how to be a good human being, how to love.

Now, she was teaching him how to fuck. How to make her pregnant.

Her pussy juices dripped all over James’s balls and down his ass crack as Escort he continued fucking her. He slammed into her, the stimulation intensifying for him. He was getting close to his release. His balls were about to explode inside her.

“Mum… I am going to cum again…I’m … getting… so… close… uh… uhhhh… ohhhhhh…”

“James please cum… please give me your spunk… my pussy wants your cum… make a baby with me James! Please! I need you… ooohhh… fuck your babies into me… yesssss…”

He erupted like a long dormant volcano, with more force than he’d ever felt, firing load after load of thick white cum into his mother’s pussy. She was overflowing with his seed now, two loads he’d delivered to her. There was room for no more until her cervix lapped up and accepted the seed into her womb.

He felt it shoot so fast and hard into her, that he swore he could feel a momentary opening of his mother’s cervix as the thick load forced itself into her ovulating womb.

By now, her fallopian tubes were both full to the brim with his sperm. As it happened today was her ovulation day, and at the perfect moment, her next egg freshly released itself into the swimming pool of seed. The egg floated out into the flooded cavern, vulnerable and ready to be attacked, penetrated by one of the billions of excited cells.

She was fertilised and didn’t know it yet. Freshly pregnant. Already, the process of making a new life had started inside her. She would give birth again soon, nine months would pass, her belly would swell and grow once more with the fruit of her own child’s loins.

James looked down at his beautiful mother. He; locked fully inside her; remained there for a few minutes. He didn’t want to pull it out. He didn’t want to withdraw from her body. He felt like this is where he belonged, and to withdraw from her would be leaving her, somehow.

He had fallen deeply in love with his mother. Romantically, emotionally, sexually. She was now the only woman he could ever dream of being with. She was so beautiful. Her eyes when they looked at him. His heart sped up and he got butterflies. Her body, curvy and full, round and soft, made him want to melt with desire. They were soul mates.

He couldn’t begin to think of his mum and dad even being together now. He knew it was crazy, but the thought would drive him wild with jealousy. This may be difficult, they both knew that.

James slowly slid his softening cock out of his mother’s pussy. She gasped a little as the warm head hit her clitoris, burning hot on her flesh.

Jess looked at her gorgeous, handsome firstborn son with a blissful smile. she curled into his arms with him spooning her.

James lay behind his mother. His cum-covered cock pressing into her bottom, and his hands on her waist as he pulled her close.

He whispered as they lay there;

“Mum, I love you forever. I want you to be all mine.”

He kissed her neck, biting her gently, licking her ear as he whispered again.

“You’re mine now, Jess. I have claimed you. Fertilised you. Marked you as mine. No-one else can have you. Not even dad. You’re all mine.”

These words turned Jess on so much. He spoke so territorially. It felt sexy for her to surrender everything to him. She knew this was not going to be easy, but after what she had just felt with her boy, she knew that sexually, it really was over for her and her daddy. She loved daddy dearly, but she needed more babies. Her boy wanted to give her them. They were in love, and breeding for a new family now.

James kept stroking his mother’s body up and down, clutching her. Kissing her spine. She turned her head round to meet his face, and their tongues met. They kissed.

“James, I am all yours,” She whispered back at him. His smile grew as she nodded her hear and widened her eyes.

“We’re going to have many babies James. I know it. I’ve wanted this since you turned into a man. You’re going to father more of our children. We must act now. My body maybe only has another eight years of fertility. I need you, baby.”

As they lay, serene together, the cum filling her womb had ebbed into her uterus, filling her utterly full of his ripe spunk in exactly the place she most needed and craved.

He kissed her slowly; his hands cupping her face as he did. So, already, this talk of keeping his sexy mother perpetually pregnant with his young, had hardened his dick for a third time. Still laying behind his mother, feeling the wetness dripping out of her spunk-logged pussy, he rested his hardening cock in the cleft of her thighs, with the head pointing upwards and inches away from her soaking opening. Ready to edge forward and enter her again when the time was right.

“Mother. My beautiful mother.” He sighed. “I’m going to give you this cock, this seed, for the rest of your fertile life, and beyond. We are going to breed, and breed fast. I want you always filled with babies, just like dad put so many babies inside you. I will be the father now.”

“Breed my body, James.” Jess exclaimed back at him. “Lets make love every day, as often as we can. Daddy will understand now. He knows I want you. Your dad and Auntie Flo are very close and they will be around to help us raise all the beautiful babies we’ll make.”

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The message you sent I have to read it several times for it to sink in. You will take time off for a long weekend at the cabin. You will meet me at the house at 8am on Friday. You will wear a nice shirt and skirt, or short dress and both with a garter belt, thigh high stockings, heels, plug, and nothing else. Is this understood? Yes Sir, I reply almost dropping the phone trying to type with shaking hands.

I hurry to pack only what I needed, some toys, and a nice dress. I doubted I would be anywhere but the cabin for the duration, but anticipation of a possible desire for public play or just a pretty slave to ruin, and the dress goes in the bag.

Friday morning finally comes and as I start to get ready the excitement grows making getting dressed somewhat of a challenge. That and that damn clock going unusually fast today. No way in hell am I going to start this off by being late. I take a few deep breaths and finish getting ready, and head out the door.

As I pull up I see your truck backed in with a small covered trailer attached to the back. I get out my car and head towards the house only to hear ratchet straps coming from the trailer. My feet try to stop me from going further and peeking inside the trailer and good thing they do since I should let you know I was there before looking. Good Morning Master I say waiting for you to come out, or tell me to come to you. I hear your footsteps coming from the trailer and as you walk towards me the devilish smile makes me shiver, as I know it can only mean all sorts of delicious evil has been planned. Let me see your bag you say and I hand the smallest up north bag I’ve ever packed in my life over for inspection. The size of the bag and contents make you smile.

You turn around and start walking back to the trailer. I know that I am to follow you. As I get to the back I can finally see that the ratchet straps were for. A metal dog cage is secured to the floor. Before I get more than a glimpse I feel your hand go around my throat as you pull me into you and tell me to get in the trailer on my knees. Rushing to obey I get in and kneel with hands behind my back waiting for the next command. You grab the cuffs, and collar, toss them at me telling me to put those on and get in my cage. Only as I get in I see why that evil twinkle in your eye is there. At the end of the cage is a pole with a dildo attached. You lean in the trailer to lock the cage, fill a small dog bowl with water and lean back out. Standing just Manavgat Escort outside the trailer you instruct me to either fuck or suck that dildo the entire ride up to the cabin and will start as soon as the truck starts and will know if I dont. Yes Master I reply as you shut and lock the door. The truck starts and I start fucking the dildo

I pray for clear roads. Silly since this is probably the easiest I’d have it all weekend. In the truck you have a small monitor with a clear view of the inside of the trailer and while it’s there for safety, it’s primary purpose is to make sure I followed your directions. So far you are pleased, but what you have planned is even better than the ride to get there.

Traffic is minimal and it’s seems the drive was almost too short. Watching me suffer in the trailer was definitely a nice way to drive. You know I will be a bit tired after the trip, but daylight is burning and the fun really has only begun.

I hear the truck stop, door open, and your footsteps approach the trailer door. Keys clang against the lock as you open the trailer door. That devilish grin is now almost a bit scary as you unlock the cage and tell me to crawl out. Not daring to stand I kneel on the grass. The coolness of it is a relief to my knees and a sigh escapes my lips. You tell me to stand and face the trailer with hands and legs spread out. You tell me to remove my shoes as you quickly remove the dress and replace with a simple yet effective body harness that bound my hands behind my back, a wireless remote control egg up my pussy, and of course the gag, always the gag.

I finally get a chance to see where we are and I’m surprised to only see a field and trees, but not a cabin. Then I hear you tell me you will be back soon to get me and to not go outside of the small wire fence of the property lines. I may stretch and walk but I am not to be in this spot or anywhere near it when you get back. I nod and try my best to say Yes Master through the gag as you walk back to the truck and drive away. Fear sets in as I wonder how long it will be till I see you again, or if this was how I would be found by someone. Bound, gagged, and except for the garter and thigh high stockings, you have left me there naked. I start to walk around and follow the instructions you gave me and hear small bells behind me as I walk. It was an absolutely gorgeous day and the breeze did have a soothing effect. I spot a large tree and it’s shade would be a nice Manavgat escort bayan place to stay for a bit. Besides the drier grass was tearing up the stockings even more than the ride up here had at the knees. It feels like at least an hour maybe more and worry has really set in.

Then I feel the egg start to vibrate. It makes me jump, but gives me relief at the same time.

The ride had been smooth, and having your own private show even better, but looking back in the rear view mirror at a half naked, bound, and gagged Sub standing in the middle of your hunting grounds was an amazing rush. You get to the cabin, bring the bags and cage in, and grab a beer. You walk over to your favorite beat up Lazy-Boy chair, sit down, and take your shoes off. Taking time to just listen and smell the air while drinking a beer up here was its own majic, but you wanted to get back to that field and go play. It’s time to get ready for some real fun. You get on enough camo gear to be able to sneak around in the brush of the property without being too obvious. Grabbing a bag with some more rope, flogger, and other various essentials you walk to the spare room to pick up the paintball gun, turkey call, and your lucky hat. Having everything but the cooler restocked with ice and you were ready to go. Locking up and walking back to the truck you can feel the biggest grin on your face and almost a spring in your step as you get in and drive back to the field.

There were two ways to get to the field and you took the back way in. About 30 feet before the field was a clearing and a tree you had imagined someone tied to for years. This is where you will hide the truck and maybe have some fun later on that old tree. Walking slowly up to the tree line of the field you stop and listen for bells. Not hearing any you pull out the egg remote and turn it on. Way in the distance you hear the bells and know the egg has given away your presence. Time to turn it back off till needed again. You creep around the edges walking towards the sound of those beautiful little bells. It really doesn’t take too long before you spot me and you knew it wouldn’t. You know this property well and there are a ton of hidden spots that are perfect for this.

Reaching back in your pocket for the remote you turn it on just to watch me jump. You watch as I look around nervously and sit down to call me in. Pulling the turkey call out you make a few calls just to see the reaction. Even from Escort Manavgat across the field you see my head tilt in that sort of questioning way dogs get when you ask them if they want to go outside. You make a few more calls and you see me start walking forward then backing up. “Come on you know you want to” you say out loud. You make one more call and flip the egg on and off almost pulsing it before leaving it on and putting it back in your pocket. You see me start to walk slowly towards you, still looking around with those wide eyes. Pulling out the paintball gun you know even at this distance it’s going to leave a mark for a long time, but you don’t want to break the skin out here, and not like that at least.

That skin needed a lot more marks on it, and there were only a few good places to hit that wouldn’t make tying me up difficult later. You see me still scanning the area where you are and can tell I can’t see you at all just yet. This will help you say to yourself as you pull the trigger. You hear that lovely gagged wail and see me drop to my knees. Putting the gun and call away you walk out of the clearing towards me. As you approach you see the blue paintball has splattered all over my hip just over the welt that would get bigger, the ripped and torn stockings, the drool from the gag, and the tears welling up in my eyes. Such a lovely sight as you take a picture for later.

“Up” I hear you say and my legs almost don’t want to listen. You reach down and feel the hot wetness radiating from my pussy and the moan released makes you want to keep playing, but It’s already been a long day and it couldn’t be any later than 2. Besides you’re hungry and there’s plenty of time for fun later.

You lead me back to the truck and lay out a blanket, and one chair for some lunch under the tree. You untie my hands from behind my back and take the gag out and turn off the egg. Letting me stretch for just a second you pull out the cooler and tell me to prepare lunch. I hurry to make and serve yours first as always and wait for you to tell me it’s ok to make mine. You let me, but on my knees from my dish and only from my dish. Both full and feeling the effects of the sun and fresh air you decide the tree can wait for just a little longer. You have all weekend and the day is still early. Plenty of time for some rest and of course a lot more play. You have me stand and get in the back seat of the truck for the short drive back to the cabin. I’ve earned that back seat ride back for now. I’m still exposed back there, but no one will see up here anyways and if they do oh well. You’ve been a good girl you say. I reply with a breathless “thank you Master” and you know I have to be exhausted by now but will continue to strive to please you the entire weekend.

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We reached the construction jobsite about dusk and the work crews were in the process to putting tools away and securing the area. Debbie handed me a hard hat and we jumped out of her car. There were three buildings in different stages of construction. We headed to the largest one, which seemed to be the most finished. Before we reached the door, a pair of whistles and catcalls rang out from behind. Debbie shook her head and continued walking, apparently used to such behavior. I, on the other hand (who hadn’t received a decent whistle in years), turned to check them out. The two, well built, black workers couldn’t have been more than 25-years-old. Even though I appreciated their attention, I figured the whistles were probably meant for my attractive sister-in-law. I politely blushed, smiled and caught up with Debbie.

“So, I see you have some new admirers?” She observed.

“Me? I don’t think so.”

“Well, the guys here wouldn’t dare whistle at me, being the boss’s wife. No, they must be for you!”

I smiled and blushed again, as she opened the door. We headed down a long concrete hallway, with another door and an overhead surveillance camera at the end.

“Barb, this is James. He’s in charge of security for the entire job site,” said Debbie, and introduced me to the middle aged black man.

Seated behind a console with over a dozen monitors in front of him, he glanced up at me.

“Hi, nice to meet you, James,” I smiled and offered my hand.

His huge hand completely covered mine, but politely allowed me to do the handshake.

“Likewise Ma’am,” he answered quietly.

“Well, I have to deliver these drawings to Burt in Building
. I may have to go over them with him too, if you can wait here for me?” Asked Debbie.

The small darklit room with all its lights and monitors was new to me and kind of intriguing. James seemed quiet, friendly and harmless, so I opted to stay there and wait. Debbie made her exit. Scanning the room slowly, I wondered how this whole surveillance system worked. James noticed my interest.

“So, can you figure out what you’re looking at, Ma’am?” He asked, knowing I had no clue.

“Well yes… I mean no. I’ve never seen such an operation. These different screens show the different buildings right?” I asked, instantly aware of how stupid a question that must be.

God, he will think I’m a typical dumb blonde, for sure. I turned my face to his for a response and watched his dark eyes quickly scan my legs, cut-off jeans, and finally settle on my chest. Slowly he shifted his gaze from my cleavage and our eyes met. His rugged, but handsome face formed a wide smile and I thought I would melt.

“Yes, Ma’am. We have three buildings, with several different views of each one to keep an eye on.”

I could sense, by his tone, he was not being condescending. I think he thought I was cute and opted to have fun with me. That’s when I decided to keep playing the “cute” card, and perhaps be a little “blonde” in the process. I have never been with or flirted with a black man, and thought this is as good a time as any.

“Oh James, you don’t have to call me Ma’am. My name is Barb.” I said and straddled a stool next to him.

“Yes Ma’am…err, I mean Barb,” he said, as his eyes gave my ample chest the once-over again.

“Do you ever get to see something interesting?” I asked softly, noticing his eyes glued to my tits.

“Oh yeah! I mean yes, every once in a while,” he started, then nervously switched his attention back to the dull, black and white monitors.

Not wanting to jeopardize his job, his gaze remained fixed on the monitors. I swiveled around playfully on my stool and secretly unbuttoned a blouse button to show off more cleavage.

“Every once in a while, what?” I asked, teasing him to finish his statement.

He was quite nervous now, as he switched views on several monitors. I could tell that he could see down my open blouse, at least peripherally.

“Sometimes people show up in unexpected areas, ya know?” He said, starting straight ahead.

I delighted in his uneasiness and became aroused by his apparent lack of attention. I swiveled around once and again, undoing another button en route. With my blouse fully opened to the waist, I reached behind, grabbed the stool with both hands and thrust my tits out. Swiveling back and forth to get his attention, I noticed some activity on the building three screen.

“You mean like those people there?” I said and pointed at the monitor.

Once he saw the monitor and realized what he was viewing, he quickly went to change it to another view.

“Who was that James? Why’d you change it?” I demanded.

“Oh, that’s nothing Ma’am, just the boss’s wife talking with Burt. I don’t like to spy on people I know,” he noted.

“Well, I do! Switch it back for a second!” I commanded.

“OK, Ma’am. But if we get caught, it wasn’t my fault,” he shrugged and flicked the switch back on.

On the tiny screen, I could make out Debbie handing the blueprints to the tall black supervisor. Belek escort They conversed for a short time, until Burt put the blueprints down and the two of them embraced. What! This was no friendly embrace. They kissed each other deeply and Burt raised Debbie’s dress up to her head and then pulled it completely off.

“I don’t think we should be watching this Ma’am!” Stated James, as he started to switch it off.

“Nonsense, James. This is definitely worth watching. Don’t you dare turn it off! And stop calling me Ma’am, dam it! I only wish we could see it better!” I sneered and leaned next to him, to get a better view.

Now it was me who was transfixed on the monitor, with James examining my big boobs up close. I think it was all he could do to keep from leaning down and taking a mouthful.

“Well, I suppose, if you really want to see them better, I could switch it to the big screen, here.”

And, with that, Debbie and Burt were on the big screen and we could hear them talking. Talking is probably not the correct term. Fucking is what it was: groaning, moaning, kissing and sucking. In no time, he had her stripped naked and she was doing the same to him.

“We don’t have a lot of time, Burt,” she said excitedly.

“Time enough for you to give me some head, bitch!” He snapped, as she went to her knees and unzipped his pants.

He tore his shirt off to reveal a perfectly toned chest, as Debbie took his cock in her mouth. From the camera angle, we couldn’t see his cock. But watching this erotic scene was making me seriously horny.

“See James, isn’t that better? Why are you so nervous? Haven’t you watched two people go at it?”

“Yes, but not…” He stopped.

“But not what? I begged.

“I’ve never watched something like this with a woman, especially a white woman!” He admitted

“And I’ve never done it, I mean watched it with a black man either. So what? That’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s just a little naughty don’t you think?” I said and winked.

“It’s just that… you are very attractive, and…”

“You really think I’m attractive? I didn’t think you even noticed?” I pouted and stroked his strong jaw line with my hand.

By the look in his eyes and the huge bulge in his pants, I could tell James would have jumped me that very second. I ignored his handsome features and watched Debbie giving Burt his requested blowjob.

“Dam, wish we could see his dick. I’ve never seen a black cock before. I’ve heard about them. Is it true what people say about black cocks?” I asked.

“And, what have you heard?” James smiled.

“Oh you know, that many of them are huge. Sometimes, even too big for fucking!”

“I think that’s just a myth,” laughed James.

“Oh really? Is that so?”

“Yeah, just like white woman are all either princesses or frigid,” he said daringly.

“Well, I’m neither one of those! So I suppose that means you have a small dick?” I surmised.

“I wouldn’t say it was small, but…” he smiled.

“Oh yeah? Well, maybe we should just check it out,” I whispered, leaned into him and reached for his crotch.

He stared defiantly at me, spread open his legs and seemed to dare me. Never one to turn away from an obvious dare, I unzipped his fly and reached inside his shorts. I was pleasantly surprised to feel his thick stiff erection and pulled it out for inspection. Glancing away from his piercing dark eyes, I looked down, took a firm grip and felt the length of him. Hmm, about the same length as my husband’s eight inch erection, but much thicker!

“Very nice James, and ooh, it’s so hard! Is that for me or from watching them?” I asked and gave it a few tough yanks.

He took in a deep, shaky breath, and gently pulled my white cotton blouse over my shoulders. Pulling my bra straps down, he slowly let out a long gust of hot breath. I felt my juices flow, as he leaned over and kissed my naked neck and shoulders. I undid my remaining blouse buttons and reached behind to unclasp my bra. Without a word, he pulled my blouse and bra off, and leaned back to savor his prize. My big sagging tits with hard nipples found a new home in the palms of his massive hands. For the first time, a man had hands large enough to hold them entirely. After a sweet message, he buried his face in them and licked each one, until my chest was coated with his saliva.

“Oh God YES! Suck my big white tits!” I yelled and threw my head back to give him my all.

James was intent on saturating my bosom, to the point where he could no longer hold my slippery mounds. I fixed my focus again on the large monitor, to witness my sister-in-law on top of a drafting table being reamed out by her husband’s chief foreman. The erotic sight of him taking her from behind and hearing her mournful cries was incredible. Tugging and pulling on James’ shirt, I pulled it off him. He unfastened my jeans, reached under my armpits and pulled me up, so my knees supported me on the stool. Until then, I had no idea how tall a man he was. When he stood to take my shorts down, my head only came to his Belek escort bayan chest. His callused hands gently lowered my panties, as my hand yanked faster and harder on his manhood.

“You WILL be gentle with me James, won’t you?” I begged.

He said nothing, but inserted two black fingers into my wet pussy. Feeling his fingers caress my clitoris, I had my first quick orgasm. Quickly I pulled his belt and pants open. His pants fell to the floor, as I ripped his shorts down over his erection.

“Should we lock the door, or anything?” I asked, breathlessly.

I wanted his black cock in me, so bad, I hardly noticed Debbie and Burt were no longer on screen. James lifted my naked body effortlessly from the stool and laid me on the long console. Still standing, he spread my legs open and took hold of my ankles. His sizable cock was in perfect position. As he moved toward me, I reached down, took hold of it and guided it to its intended target.

“That’s it Baby. Put that beautiful black cock in my white pussy! Oh yeah!” I yelled, as he sunk his entire length into me.

James didn’t waste any time getting down to the basics. Moving his hips forward and back, each stroke sunk his forbidden cock deeper inside me. The silent room filled with the sounds of my moans and the rhythmic wet slaps of his pelvis against my thighs. Showing no signs of stopping, my black lover’s constant thrusts were making me cum again. I grabbed hold of one of my melons and squeezed tight, while I massaged my clit with my other hand.

“Oooooh, that’s it Baby. God dam! I’m cuming! I’m cuming all over your black cock!” I screamed.

My body thrashed wildly, as he continued to hold my ankles high and fuck me at a steady, even pace. I started to wonder how long he could keep up this sweet attack on my pussy. Suddenly, I noticed activity on one of the small hallway monitors. Two workers had a brief conversation, then started walking down the long corridor toward the camera. The closer they came, the more I recognized them as the same young men I had seen earlier. I glanced at the monitor label. It read ‘Building

‘. Oh, my God they’re coming this way!

“James, I think were gonna have some company!” I said, nervously.

No reply. The man was in a trance, or something. Leering down at my big tits, he tightened his hold on my ankles and never broke his stride. Even when the door flew open, he was unshaken.

“WELL, what do we have here?” Asked the taller of the two, in utter amazement.

“See Man, I told ya she would have a great set of tits!” Exclaimed the other.

“OK, you two. Have yourselves a nice look, and then go,” I said, trying to hide my fear.

James acted like nobody was there, but us two.

“So lady, I don’t think ole’ James has ever had a booty call from a white chick,” stated the tall one.

James finally sensed my uneasiness and picked up his pace. Apparently, he was going to take me all the way, even in front of our accidental audience. The faster his cock pistoned in my pussy, the more I tried to ignore the boys and refocus on James. However, I could see the boys were getting pretty heated up, watching James and I go at it. They stood at the end of the console and egged James on. I felt the huge black man’s erection start to throb inside me and threw my head back. My eyes shut tight, as his cock exploded in my cunt. His thrusts pushed my whole body closer and closer to the end of the console, while his great load filled my pussy.

I heard his final grunts of pleasure and opened my eyes to see a long cock hanging inches from my face. Both boys had stripped down and were working up some nice size erections, when James pulled his spent manhood out of me.

“Move it, old man. She’ll be wanting some nice young meat now,” said the shorter one, pushing James aside.

Body-wise, the boy was half the size of James, but quite muscular. James was fairly exhausted by now, and didn’t put up a fight. I quickly tried to react to what was about to happen, but the boy was too fast. Before I could move away, he had slipped his sizable cock into my drenched pussy. The other boy was painting my boobs with precum from his long black cock.

“Hey, come on you guys! I don’t think this is such a good idea,” I pleaded.

I was losing control of the situation and whatever fantasies I had about doing multiple guys at once was turning more into a sense of fear than fun.

“Lady, we think this is a great idea! Why don’t you just relax and let it happen? You really are one, hot momma,” winked the short boy, as he fucked me harder.

His short, youthful strokes quickened and he must have hit my clit just right, because I started to cum again. My mouth opened wide in orgasm, only to be filled with the tall one’s long cock. The fact that you can’t rape the willing flashed through my brain, so I gave up and eagerly sucked the tall boy’s long black rod. With one young stud fucking my pussy and the other fucking my mouth, I let myself go. I was totally at their mercy, but somehow felt I wasn’t in any real danger. The more I Escort Belek relaxed and let them have their way with me, the more aroused I became. Watching these three strangers take me like a common whore was exhilarating and intoxicating. The short muscular buck soon shot his hot load inside me, but I wanted more. Sensing the tall one was also ready to explode, I whipped his long cock from my mouth and put a chokehold around the base of it.

“OK Stud, it’s your turn. Come here and fuck my white pussy with that big black dick!” I demanded.

Copious amounts of spunk seeped from my well-stretched pussy, as the tall black boy’s cock easily entered me. I could hardly feel his thin dick inside me, until it hit the back of my cervix. He pumped in and out of my slushy pussy admirably, but I could tell he wasn’t really enjoying it. I looked up at him, smiled and gave him a long knowing wink. Turning to my right again, I was surprised to see James’s fat cock staring back at me.

“See Ma’am, I told you black ones come if all sizes too,” he smiled and reached down to fondle my jugs again.

“Yeah James, I see that…and they’re all so yummy too!” I added seductively and pulled my hand up his long thigh, and caressed his balls.

I flicked the head of his cock with my tongue a few times, before taking it fully in my mouth. Such a sweet luscious cock he had. The thickness of it expanded my mouth to the max, while I let him sink it deeper into my throat. With eyes closed, I concentrated on taking as much of it as I could. In the meantime, the tall boy gave up fucking my loose pussy and pulled out. I felt another orgasm building and reached down with my left hand to finger my clit. As I worked myself up to a nice climax, I felt another cock parting my swollen pussy lips. By the size of it, I could tell it wasn’t the tall boy. It was every bit as thick as James’, so it couldn’t be the short stud. Whoever it was, his meat was big, and growing inside me. My pussy expanded to its fullest, as I felt the length of the stranger’s cock hit my back wall. Two strong hands gripped my wide hips and the huge tool began to thrust in and out. James relentlessly continued to fuck my mouth, while the stranger’s huge pole penetrated me deep with each stroke.

My body was on fire with an insatiable lust I’d never known. Spread out on the console like some white sacrificial whore, my hand dropped from James’ hip and was soon filled with the tall one’s hard slippery cock again. Instinctively I took hold of his long dick and soon had him grunting along with the others.

“That’s it Burt; fuck her good! She loves big cocks!” I heard Debbie prodding.

I suddenly realized who was terrorizing my poor pussy. It was Burt, Debbie’s secret stud. But, with three black cocks ripping into me, it mattered little whose they were. My jaw was numb and my cunt was about to burst, when I felt Debbie’s naked body next to mine. It was kind of a relief to feel her soft skin against me, as the hardened crew continued their onslaught.

“Ooh Baby, you look so delicious,” she whispered seductively and fondled my tits.

I shuddered in response to her touch, and she teased my hard nipples with nice wet tongue licks. On her knees and leaning over to suck my boobs, I was able to run my free hand up her thigh to her naked pussy. My fingers found her wet clit and I began to masturbate her, when she whispered again, “Umm, so you seem to like having all these black cocks?”

I moaned agreeably, and tried to nod as best I could, with James’ thick rod in my mouth.

“I think you’re more of a slut, than I ever gave you credit for, Barb,” she purred.

I blinked my eyes in quiet resignation.

“Perhaps you need a slut’s reward, huh?”

I wasn’t sure what constituted a slut’s reward, but I probably deserved it. I nodded in agreement. Still massaging her pussy, I felt another cock head inching its way inside her. The young, shorter workman had crept up behind her, and was apparently ready for more action. I reached out further and took hold of the base of his average sized dick and helped slip it inside her warm hole. Now I had a firm grip on two young black cocks, with two mature cocks in me. After several heated thrusts from her uninvited intruder, Debbie admonished him and pulled away.

“Well, what do your guys think?” She asked.

They responded with positive grunts and similar smiles, I’m sure.

“My sister-in-law is quite the white slut and I think she’s earned a slut’s reward, for all her hard work. I want you all to give her a nice cum bath,” she said, in a more demanding tone.

“Yes, Ma’am. I could do that RIGHT NOW!” Exclaimed James, as he pulled his thick meat from my mouth.

“By all means, James. Give her your best shot!” Yelled Debbie.

Finally I was able to see big Burt’s face starring down at me. With both hands full of young cock, I took note of his rugged but appealing good looks. James’ first blast of hot cum left a long white stream across my tits. This got my attention, and I switched my gaze from Burt to James. Batting my eyes up at him, I opened my mouth wide and ran my tongue slowly around my lips. James shot another nice size load of jism on my face and I felt my tall young man’s cock start to throb. James was squeezing the last remaining remnants of juice into my mouth, when the tall boy pushed him aside.

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Alice is restless, peering through the curtains in search of the postman. She’s ordered a surprise for her husband, Jason; a little mail order fun inspired by her recent reading of ’20 Shades of White with a Hint of Peach’, or some similarly racy title.

“Brown paper packages tied up with, sticky tape these are a few of my favourite things,” she sings softly. However the contents of her eagerly anticipated parcel, a paddle – but not for a canoe – might have raised Julie Andrews’ eyebrows.

A knock on the door, Alice dashes to answer, almost tripping over the step in her enthusiasm.

“Hey, steady on,” admonishes a fit young mailman, smiling at her through dreadlocks. “Must be something exciting,” he adds, looking enquiringly at the package.

If only you knew, thinks Alice. “Only some boring documents,” she lies. Most men shouldn’t wear shorts, this one, with his muscular brown legs, most certainly should. Behave he’s young enough to be your son; someone, muses Alice muses, really ought to punish me for entertaining such naughty thoughts.

Unwrapping the parcel with trembling fingers Alice cautiously flexes the handcrafted implement. ‘For the correction of delinquent females’ it claims on the label. And scheming women too she hopes. New leather has an arousing smell, although the paddle is stiffer and thicker (stop sniggering at the back) than she’d imagined. Was this really such a good idea?

Alice planned to present her man with something suited to fun spanks – this looks as if it might hurt. Basking in the afterglow of a well-spanked bottom is lovely, but there’s a fine line between that and being unable to sit. She’ll have to Alanya escort rely on Jason not to overdo things. Not too gentle mind; Alice enjoys having her limits pushed, especially with a new instrument of correction.

Carefully placing the paddle on the dressing table Alice decoratively positions herself to be the first thing Jason sees when he enters the bedroom.

Meanwhile Jason strides happily across the countryside with his dog, it’s a beautiful sunny day but he’s already anticipating his return. Unaware of his wife’s seductive machinations he’s unilaterally decided that a shapely lady of a certain age is going to get her soon-to-be bare bottom smacked upon his return. He phones home.

“Hello, how’s the walk?” Goodness, his beloved has a beguiling voice.

“Great. I’ll be back in half an hour and,” he allows a short pause, laden with possibility, “when I do you’re in for a spanking.”

At her end of the line there’s an audible intake of breathe. “I see,” responds Alice, recovering her poise. In truth the revelation is no great surprise. Her husband often rings, even texts, his punitive intentions in advance, knowing the wait increases her apprehension and anticipation. “Any special instructions darling?” she asks.

Jason considers for a moment, enjoying her deference. “A dab of Chanel No. 5,” he replies after a moment’s pleasurable thought.

‘Anything else?” she enquires calmly, although her heart is racing.

“Just your obedience.”

“Understood, see you soon.”

Alice waits impatiently – beneath her outwardly composed appearance expectation tingles and nervous butterflies flit — listening Alanya escort bayan out for her husband. Her teasingly short skirt reveals classy nylon-clad pins, guaranteed to push all the right buttons. Lightly runs her fingertips across her taut buttocks; her submissive sexuality and willing collusion mean they won’t remain unmarked for long. Squeezing her thighs tightly together, Alice slides a hand between her legs to stoke an incipient desire.

Ideally she imagines a long, slow session across his knee, her spouse’s warm hand slapping and fondling her hot derriere. Mind you, just because a girl’s been, as far Alice can honestly recall, impeccably behaved, doesn’t mean her naked behind won’t subsequently shudder and burn beneath a fiercer instrument of correction — perhaps the paddle? The unpredictability is thrilling.

Some 30 minutes later Jason enters his semi-detached suburban castle, settles the mutt and pours a large glass of red wine. In the bedroom Alice hears an unmistakably male tread upon the stairs. “Now that’s what I call a welcome home!” says the wanderer returned.

Fast forward a little and certain facts are definitively established: Apparently spanking paddles make very agreeable surprise presents. Pencil skirts, hugging a wife’s bottom curves, are also much appreciated. Even when so tight they have to be removed before she’s positioned face down across her spouse’s knee…

Jason stiffens at this vision of full, firm cheeks bisected by skimpy panties, the pale target area perfectly framed by stockings and suspenders. Runs his palm appreciatively over her proffered orbs, places his left hand in Escort Alanya the small of Alice’s back and slaps each buttock, hard: one two, three!

“Yeoow!” She’s unprepared for such initial harshness. A fiery sting suffuses each cheek, two vivid handprints appear.

“Just so you don’t get complacent,” explains Jason, resuming the spanking and angling each percussive slap to make her buttocks shimmy delightfully. Alice’s bottom weaves in involuntary response; lasciviously she thrusts it closer towards Him. Urgently Jason bares her cheeks, and continues — he’d intended no more than a smacked bottom but Alice, turning to poke her tongue out at him, provokes sterner measures.

He picks up the new paddle, “Time to try out this little beauty.”

“I chose it specially,” she whispers seductively.

“Did you indeed, how very thoughtful,” replies Jason.

She lays prone across the bed neither struggling nor resisting, absorbing stroke after stroke. A fiery glow is visible; mentally she’s drifted far beyond pain or pleasure, to a mysteriously masochistic plane of erotic experience. Her bottom jerks and reddens rhythmically, Alice gasps at each impact, the gap between her thighs slowly widens.

Next, standing penitently in the corner, hands on head she’d like to rub her smarting posterior. This would be a bad idea, just as unwisely kicking her legs earlier earned her slapped thighs. Alice fervently wishes Jason would finish his wine, stop admiring her hot bottom (although she appreciates the compliment) and get back to the task in hand.

Once back over his knee, knickers tangled around stocking tops, she’s about to experience second dose of the paddle.

Interspersed – if previous experience is any guide — by damply intimate explorations and concluded, Alice feels certain, with some vigorous apres spanking activity…

It’s time, attentive reader, to discreetly leave; we’ll see ourselves out…

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Ame had the best weekend. She was ready for school this Monday morning. She had an easy class, Introduction to Photography. Humming to herself she walked across campus to her class. But the moment she walked in the door, her happiness faded.

“We meet again. You know, you still owe me something.” It was the stranger from the bar.

“What are you doing here? Did you follow me?” She was whispering due to the class filling up.

“Don’t kid yourself. Wait after class, we need to talk.” She sat down in her usual seat front row, last seat to the left. She was chewing on her hair. Did anyone see them, hear them.

“Settle down class. I am Professor Lamb. Feel free to call me Tyree. I will be taking over the class. Professor Garcia was in a serious accident over the weekend. She won’t be back this semester. So, let’s try to get along.” He looked at her and smiled. “So, how about you tell me your names.”

He started in the back and ended with her. She said softly “I’m Ame Luna.”

“So, tell me Ame, why did you choose this class? What kind of pictures do you like to take?”

“Unexpected snapshots of people. I feel you capture the truth about a person. For instance, a professor pretending to be someone he’s not. But discovering the truth is fun, don’t you agree?”

“Interesting. Class, let’s do that today. Take as many snapshots of different people, expected or unexpected. Dismissed. Ame, can you please wait?”

As soon as the room cleared he approached her. He sat on her desk and opened his legs facing her.

“I had a really good time, didn’t you? My favorite part was walking out with wet pants. I too left through the back doors.”

“That will teach you not to assume it’s your way.”

“So, how about we try again. This time it’s your way. You have Kumköy escort a great pussy. I bet your mouth is just as good or better.”

“Ok, meet me at this address, tonight at 8pm or never.” She handed him a piece of paper with the address to the book store where she works.

It was a quarter past nine and the professor had yet to arrive. Ame waited and waited. She even stepped out the door to see if he was down the street. She decided it was his loss, she was closing up and going home. Before she could punch in the alarm code, he knocked on the door. Hesitantly she let him in.

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t care what you were doing or where you were, much less with who. Just get your ass to the back if you want some really good pussy.”

“Spoken like a real mami. That’s why Latina women are so fucken good, they’re rowdy sometimes, demanding, and always horny. You gone be my hoe, my lil slut. Let’s do the damn thing.”

Quickly she undressed him. She tore open his shirt not caring all his buttons were ripped out. Next she undid his pants and removed them, boxers too. She even took his socks off. He was stark naked. She stood before him admiring his body, watching his dick jump at how cold it was in the room, his chest heaving as if afraid of what was next.

“Now, let me see you turn. I want to see if your ass is as plump as your dick.”

He did as she said, smiling the whole time. He liked being treated with such disrespect, like a piece of meat. He did have a nice ass, however.

“Oye papi, que tu quieres?”

“girl, I don’t know what you said, but say it again.” And he grabbed her in his arms, his dick at attention, directly pointing at her.

She pushed him off her and took a seat by the copy machine. She pulled up the lid. Kumköy escort bayan “sit papi. Put that ass on it.” He sat on the copy machine while she made copies. “another stunt like that and these will go out to all your students.”

Ame kicked off her shoes, then pulled off her pants, no need to unbutton, and pulled off her top. She turned and had him unclasp her bra, with his teeth. With her legs closed, she fully bent over to remove her thong. With her thong still in her hand, she wrapped it around both his hands. It was a sexy restraint, one he loved. Next, Ame pushed him back into the door and lifted his arms onto a coat hook. Now he was stuck for her to have her way with his huge, throbbing dick. She pulled a chair right in front of him. Before she could sit down, she grabbed something from her bag, then she sat in the chair and faced him. She opened her legs wide, throwing them over the armrests. In her hand was a dildo. She put it to her mouth, licking it then sucking it. She moved it down her breasts, hitting the nipples with it, down to her legs, and finally to her pussy. She moved it up and down the crevice, teasing herself.

“Fuck! You lil fucken whore, let my hands loose. Why play with a black dildo when you know want my big black dick.”

Ame shoved the dick in her pussy a few inches. In and out her pussy. “mmmmm. You think you can handle me?” She knelt before him and took his dick in her mouth. Dildo still in hand she fucked her pussy and sucked Tyree’s dick. In and out it went as she sucked furiously, swallowing it down. Deepthroating it. She licked his dick up and down saturating it with saliva and spitting on it. She pumped him then sucked some more. She could taste presperm. She stood up and freed him of hook and thongs. He seized her and Escort Kumköy pulled her against his body. He kissed her angrily and bit her cheek. He sucked on her neck leaving her hater marks all over. Then he went downtown. He sucked on her pussy lips, opened them with his tongue. He sucked on her refusing to stick his tongue in. He pushed a finger in, then two. In and out. He stuck his hand up to her ass and massaged her asshole. Taking his mouth off her pussy, he licked at her asshole. He lifted his hand up behind her and pushed down on her back causing her to fall over him. He positioned her on her elbows and knees, ass in the air. He handed her the dildo. Knowing what he expected, she pushed it into her pussy. He got on his knees behind her. Dick in his hand he slapped her ass. Slowly he inserted his dick in her ass. She buckled. He grabbed her hair and kept her up.

“Shit baby! Don’t stop on me now.”

“Ay que dolor!!!”

“What’s that baby, more.”

“Fuck you. It hurts! You’re ripping my ass open!”

Further in he went till he was all in. Slowly he moved in and out. Quickly she thrust the dick in her pussy. In and out, both her holes were being stuffed. They were rocking back and forth together. Her tits were swinging back and forth. His nuts were slapping her pussy. He pounded her ass. She tried not to yell, biting down on her bottom lip. She moaned. Her breath was rapid. He too was breathing quickly. One last thrust and they came together. He filled her ass with sperm and pulled out. After he pulled out, he sucked out his own sperm sucking on her ass. He spanked her making her cum more. He turned her on her stomach and licked up her pussy juices. He stuck his tongue in her pulsating pussy. She quivered. He got up and left her on the floor. She lay down. He started to dress. Once he was dressed, torn shirt and all, he picked up the copies of his ass and turned to leave.

“I knew if I restrained you, you’d give it to me good. Thanks, teach.”

“Anytime mami.” He ducked down and kissed her. This was going to be a good school year.

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Stuttgart in Germany has several underground shopping centres, built as part of their metro system. Thoughtfully, they’ve also provided public toilets, some ideal for cottaging.

One such is on the outside of an underground section, the entrance door facing the castle park — excellent for just lazing on the grass watching the world of men come (hopefully cum) and go. Just after dusk the castle park is an excellent place to take your latest conquest behind a tree and do what comes naturally.

There are people around, but it’s too dark for them to see what’s going on just yards away from them. Anyone aware of such things might be alerted by the occasional groan or “Oh fuck” (in several languages), but the general public isn’t usually aware.

This is the first tale of encounters in that cottage and park.

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I was on my way back to my hotel, at the far end of the park, and just happened to drop in to the cottage … to see what might be available. It was almost nightfall, and very quiet, so I didn’t hold out much hope of getting any action. The urinal is metal, with no partitions, in a U shape. I stood myself at a corner where I could see the door and waited hopefully, with a half-hard-on. And waited, and waited.

Patience is a virtue, and virtue brings its own reward (they say). And, on this occasion, so it did. A lanky black man came in, looked round and saw me (I’d more or less hidden my cock with my hand) and took up position halfway along one side of the U, closer than most straight men would stand. He pulled out his cock and pissed, looking down at his cock so that I had a chance to stare sideways at it. A nice long floppy dusky hosepipe with a bunched foreskin.

He shook, but continued to stand there — it doesn’t take long to make it clear that you’re not just there for a piss — and I stared more openly as his cock swelled and lifted. Soon he glanced over at me (by this time my cock was fully erect and jutting out fiercely) and he seemed to like what he saw. He grinned, and tucked himself (with some difficulty) into his trousers and walked outside.

I quickly made the decision that he’d definitely been interested, so I wedged my hard-on across my thigh and followed him. He hadn’t gone far — just away from the lights near the shadow of some trees, and he was looking back at me. Casually I wandered towards him; he stepped completely into the shadow, and as I reached him and my eyes became used to the gloom I saw that he had his cock out and was stroking it gently.

Dropping to my knees I slid his still half-hard erection down my throat until the musky smell of his crinkly pubic hair was right under my nose. He groaned softly, but then said with an American accent, “Not here. You gotta place to go?”

“My hotel is at the other end of the park,” I replied, standing up and adjusting my own erection, which by this time was agonizingly uncomfortable.

“OK, let’s go.”

As we wandered across the park he told me that he was a US serviceman on leave for the weekend, and that he’d had no sex action for nearly a week. I drooled.

Luckily, I had my own key to the outer door of the hotel, so we were able to go in unobserved. Up to my room, in, and lock the door. We both quickly stripped and he lay down on the bed. Kneeling between his legs I sniffed at the strong musky odour of his crotch — a great turn-on. Again I slid his half-hard cock into my mouth and throat until I gagged slightly, which made him groan as my throat muscles massaged him.

Despite my best ministrations, I couldn’t get him any harder (and never did, all the time he was there). My arse winked with disappointment, as I knew I could never get a half-hard cock into my tight hole. So I just continued sucking him, holding his big balls pulled away from his groin, enjoying the taste of his copious pre-cum and the fantastic sexy smell of his body.

Just as I was going to suggest that he move down the bed so that we could 69, he started to thrust his hips up rapidly, a long stifled moan came from him, and he absolutely filled my mouth with tangy cum. “Damn,” I thought, “that’s the end of his interest in this evening’s fun!” When he finished coming, which he did in one long stream, not in separate spurts, I backed my mouth off his cock and swallowed the huge load. Very tasty, thick and satisfying.

I lay down beside him, assuming that he’d get up and dress and leave, but he rolled over towards me and grabbed my erection, which by this time was leaking pre-cum like a waterfall. He rubbed the fluid over the head of my cock, which very nearly made me come, and kissed me, tasting the residue of his own cum.

“Gotta condom?” (A man of very few words.)

“In the bedside table drawer.”

He tore open a condom packet and rolled the rubber on to my rigid cock, then bent down and slurped the whole thing into his mouth, dribbling spit everywhere. I was nearly hysterical with lust by this stage, Manavgat Escort and hoped he wasn’t just going to suck me off into the condom (an extremely unsatisfying feeling!) But no, he squatted over me (facing me), located the head of my cock at his hole, and slid straight down until he was sitting on my hips.

Both of us groaned slightly at the hot full stuffed feeling, then he grabbed my nipples and started to do squat-thrusts. American military training is extremely good for one’s sex life, I decided, as he continued doing this long after my muscles would have cramped up. I held on to his cock, still slippery with the remnants of his cum, and it returned to that firm but floppy state that seemed to be the limit of his erection.

I couldn’t move much, as he sat down on my hips each time he bottomed out, but he was doing such a good job I didn’t need to move at all. My mind and body just fused into a gigantic cum-machine, waiting for the trigger to make it explode. After a good ten minutes of this action, he reached behind him and squeezed my balls, just as he was at the bottom of his thrust. A feeling that I at first thought was pain, then a throbbing urgency, then a set of wild spasms, and then I came.

Oh god, how I came! And so did he — out of that hosepipe of a cock sprayed another vast load of creamy cum. His arse tightened round my cock as he came, and I came again! I pulled the pillow over my face to stifle my scream (I’m a very noisy cummer!) and we both panted with the exertion.

He pulled off me, took off the condom, emptied it on my chest, and lay down on me, belly to belly, chest to chest, squishing his cum and mine between us. The wonderful bleachy smell was almost overpowering, and we kissed frantically as our heartbeats returned to normal.

It would have been nice to have a sleep and then do it all again, but sadly he had to leave. I offered him a shower, but he wanted to keep the spunk on him as a memory of a fantastic encounter. As he left we had a kiss and a hug, and I collapsed back on the bed, smearing the remnants of our cum-loads off my belly and chest and then licking my hand clean.

The following day I didn’t wash it off, and all the time I was shopping I could smell, rising from inside my shirt, that wonderful sexy odour. I was half-hard all day.

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Whipped Cream: Two

It was quite late. I’d had a good dinner and some beer with friends from the conference I was attending, and was walking back through the pedestrian underpass towards the park and my hotel. I needed to piss anyway, and I thought it wouldn’t do any harm to check out the action, so I popped into the cottage which faces the park.

To my disappointment, nobody else was there. I pissed and then stood with a half-hardon showing, hoping for some action. After a few minutes an old man came in, mumbling to himself, had a piss all over his shoes, and went out again.

Then a man came in who made my cock firm right up immediately: about 6 feet tall, big but not fat, extremely dark-skinned with fantastic hairy forearms, and an interesting face with a big slightly hooked nose and deep brown eyes. He stood so close to me in the (quite large) urinal area that I knew he must be looking for cock, just like me, so I didn’t bother to hide myself or hide my interest in him. And what a cock came out of those trousers! About 7.5″, straight, fully erect, and extremely thick. My mouth watered.

But just as I was about to move towards him and take hold of his cock he tucked it away and went out. Damn! I quickly zipped up and followed him outside. He headed towards a semi-circular seating area surrounded by dark bushes; the lights outside the cottage hardly illuminated this far, so it was quite a good place to meet. Anyone coming towards us would be in the lit area and we would see them long before they saw us.

He sat on the back of a bench with his cock drooping out of his fly. I knelt on the seat in front of him and sucked him right in. Soon I realised that I couldn’t possibly take all of him in my mouth once he was fully erect, which happened very quickly. His cut cock oozed huge amounts of pre-cum that tasted of exotic spices, and I lapped it up eagerly. After a while my jaw was getting tired, so I pulled off him and sat down.

Sitting next to me he tried to speak to me in German. I quickly realised that his German was even worse than mine, and this wasn’t going to get us far. “Which country are you from?” I asked, in German. “Maroc,” he replied. Ah, Morocco, so I switched to French, assuming (correctly) that he would speak quite good French. We had a short chat, but soon it was down to business again.

He knelt in front of me and pulled down my trousers and underwear. He licked and then sucked my cock, but not with any great enthusiasm or skill. Then he raised my legs and started rimming me with a hard wet tongue. This was delicious and made me extremely horny, but I knew it was only a matter of time before he tried to fuck me with Manavgat Escort Bayan that monster. Much as I enjoy being fucked, his cock was just too thick for it to be anything other than agony for me, and probably not very satisfying for him, either.

I explained that he was too big to fuck me; he looked disappointed, but contented himself with sliding two fingers inside me while continuing to suck. By this time I was ragingly horny, and I asked him if I could fuck him. “Non, non!” he exclaimed, “Jamais [never].” Pity, his cheeks were solid and muscular, and it would have been a lovely tight fuck.

He stood in front of me and fed me as much of his cock as would fit, thrusting it in and out just a little. I slid my tongue along the underside of his meaty frenum, which created little spurts of delicious pre-cum, and his cock got even harder and thicker. I could tell that he wasn’t going to last long.

After another few minutes of this, he grabbed hold of my ears and started thrusting more forcefully. Three strokes and he grunted, then yelled, as five hefty spurts of cum shot into my mouth so quickly that I didn’t have time to swallow between them. As he withdrew his still-leaking cock I swallowed quickly and then licked his cockhead to get the residue.

I looked down at my own cock, hoping he would get me off, too, but he just grabbed my nipples and watched as I wanked myself just a few times before shooting cum up into the air. Fantastic orgasm. I sat for a moment to recover, then stood up and went to hug and kiss him, but he pulled away. (A lot of Arabs will not hug or kiss or be fucked.)

We made an arrangement to meet in the same place the following night, but he didn’t turn up. However, what happened instead was worth waiting for …

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Whipped Cream: 3

I was frustrated — seriously frustrated. Even my legendary patience waiting for something to happen at the Stuttgart cottage was becoming exhausted. It was early evening on a Thursday, and I was hoping for some horny men to finish doing whatever shoppers enjoy doing in shops, and come and satisfy me. I hadn’t even had a solitary wank for 2 days (almost a record for me!)

The tree against which I’d been leaning to observe the (in) action was gnarled, scratchy, and uncomfortable. Few men had even entered the toilet; none had stayed long enough to be searching for the same thing as me — spunky cock.

Ah hah! At last! Now who’s this …? So blond that he must be Scandinavian, a fringe of beard on a beautiful suntanned face, red and black plaid shirt, and tight jeans. He came nearer along the path: tight, *tight* jeans, no underwear, cock straining the material down his left leg, and when he turned to go into the cottage such a wonderful taut bum was displayed that I felt precum spurt into my own jeans. Please, god, let him be gay. Please, god, let him be cruising. Please, *please*, god, let him fancy me.

I rushed towards the door — as fast as one *can* rush with an erection that threatens to tear its way out its confinement. He was still there, halfway along the curved stainless steel urinal. I resisted the urge (barely) to sidle up behind him and cup his buns in my hands, and settled for a position at the urinal that didn’t quite overlap his personal space.

And I ogled him shamelessly. If he was straight and offended let’s just hope that he would zip up and leave, rather than using violence against this outrageous lecher (me!). I’m not a small man, but he was a good three inches taller than me, heavier and fitter, and if he hit me I’d go down like a log — well, a log with a branch sticking up.

He didn’t zip up; he didn’t leave; he didn’t hit me; he didn’t even look at me. But, yes! He was plainly cruising — that cock was now so erect that he couldn’t possibly get it back inside his jeans. Not such a huge cock, about six inches, but straight and smooth with creamy skin and a big fold of foreskin pulled back from his cockhead. A very good mouthful, my mouth told me as it produced enough saliva to suck off an elephant.

It was about now that I realised that I hadn’t even taken my cock out, not even to pretend to piss. I wrestled my mean monster (six and a half inches, uncut with a short foreskin and a big fat plum head) out of its prison. This took some time and not a little pain, as I had to bend it to get it through my fly. He looked on in amusement. Yes! He looked!! And his cock throbbed up and down a few times. Yes! He’s interested!!

I stood there, my crotch thrust forwards, just holding the base of my cock. If I’d even touched the head I’d have come all over the place. Dangerously close to losing it, I breathed deeply and waited for the urgent spasm of lust to subside. Precum dripped from my slit, then turned into a single column of drool that almost reached the floor. I longed to gather it up on a finger and savour it. I longed for my Norse god to gather it up on *his* finger and savour it. Even more I longed for him to wrap his sensual lips Escort Manavgat round my cock and siphon up anything I had to give.

He turned towards me slightly, and I could see that his balls were out of his fly, too. Smooth skin, just a hint of blond pubic hair, eminently lickable. From somewhere my mouth found more saliva. Frankly, I drooled, from both mouth and cock. He began to slide his fingers up and down his cockshaft. Now he was leaking precum, too. I imagined the taste of his cock and precum, and nearly came on the spot. Brazenly I turned to face him, the shimmering rope of precum swinging below my impossibly hard cock. He licked his lips, and I nearly came on the spot.

Shit! Fuck!! Someone else coming in. I hastily turned back towards the urinal. A man with a kid. Blondie and I both attempted to hide our erections with a strategically placed hand. The kid pissed with his father’s help, then was taken to wash his hands. The hand dryer breathed lukewarm air. Drying his hands took forever. ‘Hurry up, piss off, fuck off,’ my mind clamoured as the man spent whole minutes rearranging the way his son’s shirt was tucked in. But at least they hadn’t looked at us and wondered why we were both standing there with strained expressions on our faces and our hands in a funny position.

At last, at *last*, they left. We hastily turned towards each other, ready to get down to business. Oh no! Another interruption!! We resumed our strange stance. An old man shuffled in, took a quarter of an hour to undo each button (‘for fuck’s sake, get a zip!’) and pissed briefly, then took more aeons to do up his trousers again. At least he didn’t stop to wash his hands — we’d both have turned into fossils before he’d finished!

He wandered out. Just as we reached for each other’s cocks the door opened again. I couldn’t believe our bad luck. This time the Scandinavian shook his head regretfully, and did a curious motion pushing his bum out at the back in order to make enough room to force his erection back inside his jeans. He waddled out, clearly in some pain.

The new arrival was a youngster. I thought at first he was a schoolboy, but as he walked to the far end of the urinal I realised that he was at least twenty, just very slightly built and with no facial hair. Because of the curve of the urinal, I couldn’t see him without actually turning round, so I just stood there, achingly erect, waiting for him to finish pissing. No sound of pissing. Hmmm. I risked a glance over my shoulder. He was standing with his back to me, somewhat hunched over, but there was no sign of wanking action.

Minutes passed. Still no sound of pissing. Surely he must be cruising? I turned right round and pointed my loaded weapon at his back, willing him to turn round. And he did! God is definitely a woman, and she has a sense of humour. Never in my life had I seen such a mismatch as between the lad’s slight frame and his magnificent cock. I gasped. I drooled some more. My asshole twitched, imagining that monster sliding in. I nearly came on the spot. I begged for someone to produce a dildo with those exact dimensions.

He grinned (probably amused by the look of crazed lust on this drooling idiot!) and took a step forward. He started a slow wanking action, just moving the loose skin backwards and forwards on his shaft, making his cockhead peek out of his foreskin at each stroke. His eyes rolled upwards, his head leaned back, he was going to come! I had to have it!! I took two steps towards him …

… and the door opened again. That god woman has an *evil* sense of humour. I went back to my original position, cursing internally like a mute with Tourette’s Syndrome. The new man stood between us, pissed like a horse, shook, tucked in, zipped up, and left.

Quickly I turned back to my young friend. It was too late! He had his back to me, but I could clearly see the involuntary thrusts of his bum as he reached his climax. Now, imagine one of those pressurized cans of spray cream. Imagine emptying the whole can onto the edge of the urinal. That was his orgasm. He shook and grunted as if he were having a seizure, and the spunk just poured out in jets and ropes and swirls, stark white against the steel surface.

Half of my mind was screaming, ‘What a waste!!’ The other, more rational half was saying, ‘That would seriously drown you!!’ I contemplated the effect of drowning in so much spunk, slurping and swallowing as much as possible before the remainder filled my mouth, throat, and nose.

The lad forced his erection back inside his jeans and stumbled past me, giving me a regretful half-smile as he went out. I rushed over and stood above his outpouring. That heavenly smell made my nostrils tingle. I still couldn’t believe how much he had come. Never before or since have I seen so much cum in one place. If I hadn’t been so fastidious I’d have scooped some up and used it as lube on my own erection.

I collected as much of my own precum as I could and just wiped my hand over my cockhead twice. I came so hard that it made my head hurt, and I shouted. Normally my cum oozes out in thick globs all over my cockhead and hand. This time, the first three spurts shot out like rubber bullets and splattered on the back of the urinal. The rest joined the huge pile of whipped cream on the floor.

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The sun sets down on the freeway– the day has been rough, violent, and short. The cars speed past the hidden bloodshed, oblivious to the scenes of criminality and depravity; after all, it is not their life.

The radio jingles with deep melodic tunes– she has sunglasses on, dark brownish blonde hair, and shifty pale skin. She is slightly overweight– she’s in her thirties and does not exercise, and she works inside all day, so there’s a soft flabbiness to her build.

She is not unattractive; she is not Venus either. The air conditioning is blazing inside the car, a Toyota something. The car is mostly clean, except for a few bottles of Nestea in the back. Under her mirror is an ornament she bought in Costa Rica, a little ball with the rainforest draped all over; she loves it, despite the tackiness.

She drives to the exit. There are old industrial buildings and unused office space here; the whole place is a wasteland of vacancy and decay. There are many Mexicans walking the streets– immigrants mostly, who have found the area cheap and suitable to live in. They are strong, small, and sturdy; their tanned brown bodies glint underneath the sun.

The Spanish on the signs, along with the smattering of Korean and Vietnamese, makes the place seem somewhat foreign. She drives past the words and weird symbols and over speaker phone, asks her husband what he wants today.

He says he wants to eat out, but she won’t hear it. “I just went shopping on Saturday,” she says. “There is no way we’re eating out.”

He tells her he doesn’t really care– he never really cares. She drives past the intersection where a month earlier a gang shooting had taken place. She wasn’t involved in that investigation, but she had heard from her colleagues that it had been the spark that ignited the recent outbreak of violence. All the shootings that had been taking place were a direct result of the intersection killing.

The melody changes into a voice. “…in Cherry Hill, another gang shooting has taken place. Three men, aged eighteen to twenty-four, were gunned down in a local restaurant by two men suspected to be members of a rival gang–“

“M-38,” she says out loud. M-38 was the gang responsible for many of the shootings; they had provoked the violence by killing several Cherry Hill Mafia at the intersection that lone month ago.

“The escalating violence has been attributed to disputes between rival gangs in the area. The Cherry Hill Police Department states that, ‘the shootings can be attributed to one thing and one thing only: control of the drug market’. According to the CHPD and local high schools, ‘drugs are the number one reason why the community is experiencing an all time record high of murders and dropouts’.”

She likes the news story. But then it ends and fades to commercials. She switches back to the melody.

She arrives home– it is dark outside. She locks her car and enters her two floor cookie cutter. She smells pasta. “I’m home,” she announces. She walks into the kitchen. “Cooking today? Really?”

He smiles; like his wife, he is also slightly overweight, actually more so. He has a fading brown head, but a thick, scroungy beard. His dark blue eyes complement hers. “I wanted to cook today,” he says. “For a change.”

She shuffles Side Escort through the mail. Bills, bills, junk mail. She puts them down and groans. “God, I hate bills!” She sits down at the small round table and starts to rub her eyes. “Why did we have to buy this house!”

He brings out two plates of pasta and places them on the table. “Ally, what did the doctor say?”

She shakes her head. “It’s negative. He says that we need to get tested, so we can know who needs the help.” He gives her a bottle of Nestea. He sits down with a stern expression on his face. “Did you schedule anything?” he asks.

She shakes her head again. “No. It’s so expensive, like two thousand dollars. I want to wait until we pay off everything else.”

“Ally, you know that–“

“Look, we don’t have the money for it–“

“We’ll have to sacrifice–“

“No. We’re not sacrificing anything! Why are you in such a hurry? I still have time– I’m not even at that stage!”

He is quiet. The two study their pasta and remain quiet during the meal. After, he watches television and she washes dishes. There is disquietude in the air; he tries hard to escape into the game; she thinks about the day and her career.

She slips into a loose t-shirt and a pair of sweats. She brushes her teeth and turns on the bedroom television. Her favorite show, Project Runway, is on. She turns on the air-conditioning in the room and flings herself on the bed. Over the course of an hour, she is lost in the fantasy of reality; she forgets everything and only knows the petty drama of the screen.

He enters the room as the show is ending. He takes off his shirt; his belly plops out and there is scraggly hair all over his chest. He doesn’t have the energy or will to shave it. He glimpses at the television screen, shakes his head, looks at his wife, and shakes his head.

After washing up, he gets on the bed. “How is work, by the way?” he lamely asks.

The show is over, and she is tired. “It was all right I guess.” She doesn’t bother to return the question. He sets the alarm grudgingly.

They both lay silently, their eyes closed to different directions. The sound of the air conditioning is noticeable. He wonders for a moment, but can’t find the drive to do it. She does that to him sometimes; one of her many flaws. He stares at their wedding picture; once, she used to make him horny everyday. But, it was always for the most wrong and perverted reasons. Now, they’re married, and his desires seem to be suppressed. He wants something else, something more. He wants love, romance, passion, the ability to look at her and fly. He wanted to feel suave, handsome, charismatic, heroic. But with her, everything was so realistic and rational, nothing was left to higher tendencies. Not that she was a total cold bitch; she was female in many aspects. But she didn’t endear him in ways that he liked in a woman; he wanted a woman like his high school sweetheart, now married to a mid-level office hack somewhere in boring suburbia. He wanted someone that had her looks, her caring personality; he missed her, the experiences. But now he was rambling onto a different and nonsensical tangent…

The morning is a rush against time. She worked so far away– all the way in the city. Side Escort bayan The freeway is hell this time of day. To cope with the boredom and wait, she listened to podcasts. But sometimes that got dreary, so she would just dream and imagine something.

The Courthouse is busy as usual, with the flurry of people and paperwork making way in and out. She flashes her badge and skips the security check– the guards know her well enough that she doesn’t really have to flash her badge. But she does it because the people in line see it, her flash of power, and are forced to recognize, that she is someone to reckon with.

She enters her office– actually her and Thurber’s office. Thurber, a tall, wiry man with dirty blonde hair, somewhat older, is her fellow prosecutor. “Mrs. Lange, the witness will be coming at twelve. Could you prepare the deposition?”

She places her things on the floor next to her desk and scrounges for a pen. “When do you need it by?” she asks.

He looks amazed. “By twelve. I hope you’ve got the template and everything–“

“Oh, yes I’ve got everything, I just wanted to know.”

He walks out of the office and into the hallway. Sometimes, Thurber can be very annoying, she says to herself. Very annoying.

The room is cold when she enters. Thurber is sitting next to the defense attorney; they are chatting quietly. The young witness, a scruffy looking black thug, sits alone, silent. She stares at him intently; he stares at her with the same intensity. His eyeballs stick out; they are so white compared to his face.

After a few preliminary questions and protocol, Thurber gets up and starts to pace around. He always does this; it’s his trademark. He begins to ask the witness in a moody, inquiring tone. “So how did you know Roger Menendez?”

The young witness seems to be thinking. Then, in a low voice, he answers, “We went to the same high school. He was a grade higher. Used to sling meth and coke with some of the other Mexicans. Liked to mess with middle school shorties’ a lot–“

“I don’t see how this pertains to your knowledge of or any affiliation with Mr. Menendez,” the defense attorney snaps.

“Please answer the question,” demands Thurber. “How do you directly know Roger Menendez?”

The young witness seems to be no older than eighteen; his face still looks gentle and traces of the street seem non-existent. She eyes him strangely. “I know Roger from school. I’ve met him at some parties, but I’ve never like hung out with him.” He looks somewhat defiant.

“So how do you know that he killed your friends Ruben Pritchard and Benny Cardozo?” Thurber asks.

“Cuz’ the nigga started bragging about it to his M-38 eses and they told everyone that Menendez did it.”

“But you don’t know for sure that he did it,” the defense attorney interjects, “it’s only rumors right now.”

“In Cherry Hill, no one claims shit they didn’t do. You can get killed for doing that.”

“But Mr. Bryant, why would Mr. Menendez publically claim a murder when his life, his family would be at stake?” the defense attorney asks.

“Cuz’ the nigga wanted to be hard, and he wanted to impress M-38 to take him in. Plus the nigga doesn’t give a shit about his family. Yeah the nigga would probably Escort Side cry if you pointed a gun at his head, but shit, the nigga would sell his mami and papi for a blowjob if he could.”

She couldn’t help but think how stereotypical he was. With his defiant posture, he sits and answers questions without regard to the seriousness of the event. A child of the streets he is; arrested twice for robbery and once for drug possession. She jots down some notes; he can be useful for other cases.

“So what is your relationship to the Cherry Hill Mafia?” Thurber asks.

“None. I’m not connected to them,” the witness replies.

“None at all?”

“Nope. Don’t deal with them niggas. I freelance. Don’t believe in gangs.”

“But you do know members of the Cherry Hill Mafia and are friends with them, are you not?” the defense attorney asks.

“Just cause I know a few niggas doesn’t mean–“

She raises her voice. “I have an interjection to make,” she says. She clears her throat and stares at the witness. “Can you please refrain from saying the n-word?”

He looks at her and nods his head. There is a dazed look in his eyes.

The interview ends, and the young witness is led out. While she scrambles to finish the paperwork, the thug gives her a hard stare. She barely notices it, but she feels a certain feeling from him.

At home, her husband watches the television. “No cooking today?” she asks.

He doesn’t move his head. Or his mouth. She notices the Chinese food bag. “I can’t believe you bought take-out!” she screams. She ambles over to the living room and turns off the television. He looks at her sullenly. There is fire in her eyes.

“Why did you order take-out?” she yells.

He shrugs his shoulders. He starts to lay down on the sofa. “I couldn’t wait for you to come home.”

“Why didn’t you just make yourself something?”

“Too tired.”

“You’re tired. Okay. Working five miles from here in a little cubicle is really tiring.”

He jumps back up. “What the fuck are you saying? That my job is a joke?” His eyebrows are diagonal in anger. “Am I really that pathetic?”

“You’re so over-dramatic.”

“No, you are, Ally. You got upset that I bought Chinese–“

“Because we don’t have any money! Nick, we’re in so much debt and you think we have money to buy take-out and eat out everyday!”

He gets up and nudges past her and elevates up the stairs. She follows him with her eyes, with disgust. “Yeah, go to sleep, Nick! Just sleep sleep sleep your problems away. That way they’ll be solved.” He slams the door with a loud bang. “Why am I married to such a loser,” she says quietly. She realizes that she’s shaking, quavering, incoherent; she’s like this when she’s upset. She lays on the sofa.

She starts to think about high school and college and law school. She was so determined; she was so goddamn determined to make it and succeed in life. She worked so hard, and for nothing. She looks at the honeymoon photos on the mantelpiece. At that moment, she realizes she never loved him; she had been scared, worried that it was getting too late. She picked him because he was a decent guy and seemed to have a future in front of him– who knew!

Some of her friends were still unmarried; they would howl when she tried to talk about her problems. They just didn’t understand, the problems she was facing. Her other friends, her married friends, no longer kept in touch with her. They lived elsewhere and had families. They didn’t and couldn’t understand either.

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