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Santa’s Helper Ch. 05

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Thank you to Satinlvr_mwf for allowing me to continue your story Santa’s Helper Ch. 01-04 and to UH-OH for the help in editing. This is a story of pure fiction and no true events so if you are not into the interracial genre move on now please.

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Let me take a moment to describe myself. I am a blue-eyed brunette, 5’4″ in height and about 120 pounds 34c-24-34. I would say I am pretty but not gorgeous, though my husband says otherwise. My breasts are firm and stand proud on their own without the aid of a bra. My well-rounded hips form my rear into what my husband likes to call his apple bottom. When I walk in heels, my ass sways in a way that my husband says is hypnotic.

This is the story of where I am now, after finding him, and after having that thug spew his first load of seed into me, lying on his musky bed and disappointed at not achieving a climax. Yet.

I laid there on the thug’s bed; I was frustrated that I had not been able to reach that mind-blowing orgasm I had when he first raped me. What was so different? The fucking he just gave me was just as good.

I could hear him rummaging in the other room before going into the bathroom to relieve him self. He had yanked my hair, which hurt, but he was not as rough this time. Could that be the reason? He forcibly took me the first time, molesting my breasts and neck; the hickies having almost faded now, but not entirely. I unbuttoned the lone hold of my baby doll, praying he would get the hint to be a little rougher. After all, showing up at his door in just this and a raincoat, a rough fuck was what I really wanted.

I heard him flush and exit the bathroom and head for the kitchen for the beers. When I heard him returning I turned my head to the left, so he’d hopefully see his fading hickey in the dim light.

I looked to see him walking into the bedroom and let out a small groan; his semi-flaccid cock swung heavily between his impressively muscled thighs. He walked over to the side of the bed where my head was hanging, dangling inches in front of my face. He tapped my arm with my beer. When I leaned up on my elbow and took the beer, my baby doll opened up and bared my creamy left breast.

I tilted my head back to take a sip; my thug fondled my breast with the roughness I craved. After a big swig, I placed my beer on the night stand and leaned over and kissed the object of all my dark desires. I opened my mouth and captured the glossy head between my lips and tasted his cum and mine.

My captor’s hand dropped from my tit to rub my flat belly, “So whitebread, what yo needs to tell me?”

I thought I had made that perfectly clear, what with showing up nearly naked and letting him have his way with me, “Wh..what do you mean?” I looked up at him as I took a break from sucking his black shaft, before I suckled on his cock head again.

“Yo’ show here after a month, sayin’ we need to talk. Ho get herself knocked up?” That smug grin spread over his face as he kept rubbing my belly.

I got a little annoyed, “Why? Why would you ask that?”

“Las’ time yo were here, you ask’n me to wear a condom. Today, you ain’t needin’ one. An’ I ain’t shootin’ blanks, whitebread.”

“You lucked out last time. I had my period,” I would suck his cock between answers, feeling it growing in my mouth every time I went back.

“When you finish dat?”

I took his cock from my mouth, getting a little more annoyed with his strange questions. I answered as quickly as I could, “About 10 days ago,” then sucked his black baby maker back up.

“Ho, yo’s tryin’ to get a swollen belly?”

I got butterflies in my stomach when he said that, “N-No… I put my diaphragm in before I came looking bursa eskort for you.”

“What you want then?”

I was getting a little frightened with his darkening tone, “I…I told you. I want you to fuck me senseless.”

With that he pushed me off his cock, throwing me back onto the bed with my knees splayed open. He reached up and mauled my breasts with his large ebony hands. It was a little rougher than the first time tonight, and I felt a twinge in my nether regions. I reached out and stroked his snaking shaft to complete hardness. I saw my wedding band glimmering on his black cock as I pulled him toward my love box, moaning. He saw it too.

“Whitebread’s not getting’ the lovin’ she needs,” He said as I stroked his cock head against my little pink pearl.

“Something’s missing since you took me that night,” Aiming his African spear at my opening, he leaned in until the tip of his wide cock entered me. I wailed and my legs jumped to wrap around his waist. My heels spurred his black ass to keep going deeper.

He stopped entering me, “Whitebread been missin’ my black snake, ain’t she?”

I spurred his ass harder trying to get him to move. This was torture, his cock poised at the ready, even parting my moist lips, but he would not move.

“Nooo,” I moaned beneath him.

“What yo’ missing, whitebread?”

I flexed my hips upwards, trying to force him deeper in me but to no avail, “I don’t know, please just fuck me. Please…”

Still not moving, “Yo’ couldn’t stop thinkin’ about me, Why dat, ho?”

I shook with denied pleasure, his black cock so close that its heat burned into my sensitive folds, yet so far away from where I wanted it. Then the truth hit me at that moment, “I… I fell in love with your cock, just like you said I would. But I hate you so much!” He surged forward. My belly fluttered and my pussy clamped around his shaft, but he still was not all the way in like that first night he stole and claimed my panties.

“Dat’s why yo’ didn’t turn me in to the popo, whitebread?” He growled at me.

I spurred him fruitlessly with my dainty heels, trying to get the bastard to just fuck me senseless and stop asking all the questions, “Yesss,” I moaned in frustration.

He pumped me three or four times as I wailed, wanting so much more, “Yo’ couldn’t wait to get yo’ white ass back here, could ya?”

“Nooo,” I gasped just as he stopped talking. Pumping into me now I dug in my heels, not wanting him to ever stop again.

“What kept ya, ho?” He growled.

“My…he wouldn’t let me — oooooh!” I wailed a little louder as he started pummeling me.

“Who’s dat, bitch?” He pried my legs from his waist and forced my knees almost to my chest. His giant paw holding my ankles together. The stretching hurt at first, then started to mix with his delicious roughness.

I didn’t want to tell him it was my husband with his ebony love tool so deep inside me, “P-people, ahhh!” I could feel an orgasm starting to build. He stopped moving.

“I said WHO?” Not moving.

His giant paw mauled my breast, driving me so wild my urge to cum made me tremble, and I couldn’t help but blurt it out, “H-Husband!” I thought he would stop talking when I admitted who and just use me like I wanted. I was so wrong. He moved slower, longer, tenderly – loving almost. It was agonizing.

“Dis’ how the ball and chain give it to ya, ho? Fuck yo’ pussy like some bitch?” He grinned evilly, staring down at my wide-eyed face.

My tears welled up alongside my building orgasm, which now subsided horribly with his all-too-familiar movements, “Y-Yes…” I said, tears starting to run down my cheek.

He kept up the slow steady movements as my tears flowed bursa bayan escort freer, “Does dat white boy hubby know his pretty lil’ wife’s really a black cock slut dat likes it rough?” Emphasizing this, he ran his finger along the fading hickey on the right side of my neck.

“Nooo,” I wailed. This was getting to be absolute torture. My whole abdomen burned hot with anticipation and terrible need. I dug my nails into the dirty mattress.

“Dat’s why yo’ here, whitebread,” he said, starting to move faster, “To have dis bare black cock beatin’ up yo’ white married pussy.”

I became dizzy, not knowing where this was going and not getting what I needed. I turned my head sideways before answering, defeated, “Yesss! Fuck me, please!”

He stopped talking finally and started giving me what I wanted. No – Needed. Letting my ankles go, my legs fell to his sides onto the firm musky mattress. His head dropped and he started sucking on my neck like he did before. This set me off. My hips bucked to meet his thrusts, my clit rubbing into his rough pubic hairs. My stomach fluttered and tensed as my orgasm built again.

Then his lips left my neck and went straight to my left breast, to mark me anew as his. His cock hammered to the end of my honey pot, causing my wails to increase in volume. My legs found his waist again and spurred him on. Over his sweat-sheened back I saw the white of my shoes with the red soles contrasting so strongly with his oily black complexion. It was enough to set me off right there.

“Ooooh shit — Oh shit! I’m cuuuuuming!” My vagina started convulsing uncontrollably, wildly, trying with all its might to milk the venom from his thick black snake.

My thug was not even near done; he drove on even harder as my orgasmic contractions eased up. Having left his dark mark on my breast, he let go and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. My tongue responded in kind and wrestled fiercely with his like it never had with my husband. My arms decided to join the party, wrapping around and holding his head to deepen the kiss.

I had to break for a breath as my second orgasm of the night washed over my body. Cinching my legs, arching my back, I thrust my spasming hips up to him, “FUCK ME! I’M CUMMMMING!!”

My orgasm set his off. Staying put, he spewed his hot semen deep into me. I started coming down from my orgasm. I could feel every pulse as his cannon spewed his African essence into my receptive tunnel of love.

He lay atop me for several minutes until his cock shrunk to its long, flaccid state. Not moving right away I noticed his soft cock still felt impressive inside me. Having just received the fucking I needed, I wanted to remain under him until his impressive impregnating weapon grew hard inside me again.

But I was disappointed when he rolled off, making a squelching noise as he pulled out. Rolling onto his back, his arm went over his eyes as he groaned aloud, still coming down himself. I lay there breathing heavily, feeling satisfied for the first time in a month, my arms falling back, and my legs lying lewdly open

I don’t know how long it was before I fell asleep. All I knew was that I was possessed by this thug – mind, body, and soul. What ever it took after this week, I would definitely be coming back.

I had awoken, or was woken up, four more times during the night for unbridled, all explosive, non-stop fucking. My vagina was so full of his semen, so thick it clung to the insides of my tight channel and hardly any leaked out. I was so glad I remembered my diaphragm; I had been so flustered before I came out looking for him.

I was awoken at nine the next morning, feeling my thug pushing his black-breeding bursa ucuz escort weapon into me again. Before I opened my eyes I could feel him holding himself up with his massive arms. He cut off my yawn and stretch by making me wail as he bottomed out. Opening my eyes, I literally pushed up and wrapped my arms around his head and gave him a deep passionate tongue-dueling kiss. He broke the kiss after a minute, “See yo’ up, whitebread.”

He started his assault on my honey pot as I wailed, “Yesss! Why do you call me that?” moaning louder.

“Cause that what yo’ is,” driving harder into me now. My pussy squelched with his seed, old and new.

“What does it m-mean? Ohhhhh!” I thrashed harder under him, feeling the start of another mind-shattering orgasm.

He was grunting louder now as his cock twitched predictably inside me, “Jus’ slang for white ho.”

It didn’t take long till my orgasm hit. My tunnel contracted uncontrollably and he spewed his lava hot sperm into me with several powerful eruptions. When he was done he rolled off me quickly, “Wait here, ho.”

Where did he think I was going? I was here for his pleasure as well as my own until Friday, I thought with a guilty smile. With that thought I rubbed the black man’s cum oozing from me back into my white pussy.

I heard the front door open, “Whitebread ho’s here, needin’ her close-up,” was all I heard. I covered myself with the comforter in a hurry as he walked in with someone.

I sat there with my mouth agape, “Get up, whitebread,” he ordered.

“I….I can’t. I’m almost naked,” I stammered out.

“Ho’s gettin’ her picture,” He said, pointing to his wall covered with dozens of other women he’d bagged, “One picture and he be gone.”

He stepped over to the bed and pulled the comforter from my surprised grasp. Leaning against the wall he pulled my head into his lap shamefully. I turned my head into his stomach, “No bein’ shy, ho.” He grabbed the top of my head and turned me to face his growing erection. His friend was pointing a cell phone camera at us, “Get to work, whitebread. I know yo’ know what ta do.”

I did not know what he wanted until his great ebony hand grabbed his erection and slapped my lips with it. I opened my mouth to complain and that was my mistake. His cock thrust into my mouth and I heard a click. His friend closed the phone and tossed it back to my smirking thug.

Even after that embarrassing moment I was ready for round eight with this black bastard. I started taking what I could of his growing erection, bobbing up and down. But he stopped me before I could take any more.

“No time for that, ho, I gots business today.”

I started whining, “But you can have me until Friday…”

“Why Friday, whitebread?”

“Tha..that’s when my husband comes home.” Again, I just blurted it out, this time though from just tasting his cock.

“First things first, yo’ come here, yo’ gots to play by the rules.”

“Wha… what are the rules?” I asked, a part of me dreading the answer.

“Today’s rule is: when I’m done wit yo’ and say ‘get gone’, yo’ get gone.”

“Can I come back later though?” almost begging.

“If yo’ want to. Can’t say I be home though.”

He got off the bed and I followed. He stopped at the dresser as I walked by and out to the living room. I retrieved my rain coat and slipped it on over my now very-messy baby doll outfit.

“Whitebread,” the thug called from his room’s doorway, “Yo’ remember the rule from las’ night?” he asked, twirling my red satin panties on his finger.

“Yes: Ho’s don’t wear underwear here.”

“Good ho, now get gone,” I started to the door and as I opened it, “Oh ho, one las’ thing I almost forgot,” He walked over to the door and shuffled me out before telling me the third rule with his evil grin.

“Rule Three: White ho’s ain’t allowed to use birth control,” my jaw dropped as he slammed the door behind me.

I turned to walk away mumbling, “I still hate you.”

To be continued…

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Horsing Around: Donna’s Awakening Pt. 01

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CHAPTER 1

The hot sun felt so good on her bare skin, the bikini she chose allowing the exposure of parts of her body that were usually covered from sight.

She was 18 now, a young woman, a young woman with very mature features. Her breasts, already fully-developed, were on display as if she was proud of their development. She walked with a certain cockiness, knowing she could steal men’s stares and take control of their hearts, not to mention other parts of their anatomy.

Her legs were her best feature, especially her well-rounded thighs that were already perfectly tanned as a result of weeks of laying out in the sun.

This day in the sun, however, was far different than the others. Donna, the 18-year-old virgin who had never even seen a naked man let alone pleasure him, was at a clothing-optional beach for the first time.

Her 26-year-old cousin, Jamie, begged she keep her company at this resort for the afternoon. It was called South Beach, but it might as well have been called Donna’s awakening.

She and Jamie, a blonde-haired, blue eyed beauty with sexual wisdom she was trying to pass onto her young relative, walked along the sand in their brand-new bikinis. Jamie did this sort of thing every weekend. Donna was very much new to it. They picked a spot near the water to relax and lie down. Donna’s feat curled in the sand out of nervousness, looking around and seeing the naked back side of so many men.

But it was when these men turned around that Donna was most aroused.

The male penis was something the 18-year-old brunette was studying in great detail on this day. Almost as if she was studying for a test, Donna checked out the package of every male on the sand with intense focus. She didn’t just look, she stared. She viewed the male genitals as three parts – the head of the penis, the shaft of the penis, and the sack underneath the penis.

She saw some men had larger heads than others, others longer shafts. She was very disappointed when seeing some that looked like two-inch long stubs, but delighted when she caught a glimpse of a respectable erection.

“What do you think?” Jamie asked her cousin, who had been speechless for the past half hour while the women relaxed in the brightening sun.

“I love it,” Donna responded. “It’s neat how we can see their things.”

“Their things?” Jamie asked laughingly. “What is that kind of talk? Donna, if you are going to hang out with me you are going to have to develop more of a vocabulary.”

“Well, what do you mean?” asked the innocent one.

“I mean you have to learn the slang terms for the penis, and also the testicles,” Jamie explained.

“Oh, you mean those cute little things hanging underneath their things, the ones that jiggle when they walk by us?” Donna asked.

“There you go again with that word – things,” Jamie said. “Come on, name some terms for the penis. I know you know some.” Donna definitely did know some. She just never used those words. It was like a book of information in her brain she never bothered to access, terms she had heard from television, from school and even at home from her older sisters that she didn’t dare speak.

“Well, okay,” Donna said. “How about dick?”

“Very good,” Jamie said. “And some more?”

Jamie had asked for it. She didn’t know the plethora of information that was about to pour forth from Donna’s usually innocent mouth. She had all of this sexual energy pent up, and wanted to let it go free.

“Cock, prick, pecker, schlong and dong,” said Donna, almost forming a poem-like answer for Jamie.

“I’m impressed,” Jamie said. Donna, not satisfied, gave even more responses.

“And I know a guy’s testicles are called his balls, or nuts, or the whole thing can be called a nut sack,” she said, getting to use these terms for the first time. “And when a guy gets hard, that’s called a boner, or a woodie, or a hard-on.” Jamie was speechless now, rather surprised with Donna’s input.

“Very good,” she said to her younger cousin, who rolled her hand through her long brown hair, which hung to the top of her shoulders and blew through the soft breeze in a sexy fashion. Donna loved to tease the guys at her school, loved to show off her sexy legs by altering her uniform skirt into a mini one. Her catholic-school education had landed her an academic scholarship to a top college, but this weekend was about attaining a different type of knowledge.

“What’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen?” Donna asked Jamie.

“Oh, probably only about five or six inches,” she responded. “My current boyfriend, who doesn’t know I am here of course, is about six.” Donna was disappointed to hear such modest measurements.

“Well, how big can they get?” asked Donna. “Can” was the key word Donna used in that question, a word that left a wide-open range of possibility. Neither Jamie nor Donna knew for sure the limit of the growth of the male penis, a fact that made this trip to South Beach even more enticing. Like bursa escort a pair of fisherman, they never knew just when they would reel in the big one.

“Oh, I don’t know. I’m sure they can get quite big,” Jamie said in a general sense. With that, Donna started to lay farther back on her towel, wanting to take a quick nap in order to rest up for the party Jamie was throwing at her house that evening.

Chapter 2

About an hour into her nap, Donna awakened to the touch of a gentleman caller.

“Miss,” the voice said. “Some dollar bills blew off your towel. I thought I would return them to you.” The man handed the barely-awake Donna the money she had mistakenly left uncovered, and speeking of uncovered Donna noticed this man was nude. He was squatting in front of her in a way that covered his genitals – the side of his right leg facing the 18-year-old brunette, blocking her curious view of his crotch.

“Oh, thanks,” she said, accepting the money and putting it into her small purse.

“What’s your name?” the stranger asked.

“Donna,” she replied calmly, beginning to notice the man speeking to her was not bad to look at – he had a strong upper body with well-defined muscles and bright blue eyes that went perfectly with his light blonde hair.

“Mine’s Derek,” he said to her. “You’re very beautiful.” Donna knew she was beautiful, but enjoyed hearing it from a hot guy.

“Thank you,” she said. “You’re pretty handsome yourself.” The two were on the verge of a conversation when Jamie awoke from her nap, and reached out her hand to shake that of the visitor.

“My name is Jamie,” she said, also delighted by the company of the muscular gentleman. Derek was a bit too far away to reach Jamie’s hand, and although he could remain kneeling he needed to swing his right leg over and expose his front side to the women. Donna anticipated this, and when Derek altered his position, she lost her cool. Letting out a very audible gasp, Donna was shocked to see that Derek’s penis hung down so far it almost touched the sand. On his knees, his penis appeared bigger than had he been standing, appearing almost like a third leg that hung loosely from his crotch.

“Oh, sorry if he startled you,” Derek said playfully of his dick, as Donna would call it.

“Most women are kind of shocked when they see it for the first time.”

“I don’t think I would ever get used to seeing something that big,” said Donna, now very much wide awake. It was something that had to have spawned from Donna’ sexual imagination. This couldn’t be real. How could a man have one so big? It looked like something that would appear on a donkey or a bull, maybe even on an elephant, Donna thought to herself.

“You from around here?” asked Derek, trying to make small talk. Small talk was the furthest thing from Donna’s mind right now. She had much bigger thinks to think about, specifically Derek’s penis. To tease her, he squatted directly toward her, the head of his remarkable phallus now hanging to the blanket the two young women had laid down on the beach. Derek enjoyed the sight of Donna’s eyes staring right at his crotch – even when she spoke to him her focus was not altered. She was not making eye contact at all.

“Donna, for God’s sake try to be polite,” said Jamie laughingly. “Stop staring at the man’s dick. Although, Derek, I wouldn’t mind having a better look.” Derek obliged, and turned to face Jamie, his huge penis swinging up over his right thigh and onto to his leg. Derek then shoved it off his leg and let it dangle back down toward the earth.

“Now I know why you were staring,” Jamie said to Donna, who now was noticing how fat it was, its girth nearly the size of her delicate wrist. The head on it was almost obscene – the size of a small tomatoe. Donna wondered how it could ever penetrate a female without ripping her in the process. She even doubted its authenticity.

“This isn’t some kind of joke, is it?” asked the young one. “I mean, that’s not a fake or anything is it?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” replied Derek. Now, Donna had gotten herself in trouble. She was a bit nervous with the thought of touching a man’s penis, let alone touching it with dozens of people walking by her in bright sunlight. Her right hand started to extend, and she looked both ways cautiously as if she were at a stop light.

She wanted to make sure no one was coming.

Her fingers softly touched his giant cock, and once having made contact she slowly gripped it and encircled the shaft with her tiny hands. It felt awfully soft, almost like silk, its massive state not yet hardened by her touch. She let go, and gave her aproval to Derek and Jamie.

“It’s real,” Donna said. “The thing is real.” Derek then sat in between the two women, giving each of them an equally broad view of his dick.

“Why do you ladies have all your clothes on still?” Derek asked.

“Because we want to,” Donna snapped back at him. Derek liked a girl that made guys bursa escort bayan earn the right to see her flesh.

Donna, on the other hand, enjoyed the empowering feeling of being clothed while Derek, on the other hand, was naked. An amusing image formed in her mind of Derek trying to fit his humongous package into a tight swim suit.

“Could you even wear a bathing suit if you wanted to? I mean, because of that?” asked Donna, pointing to Derek’s crotch.

“I think I’m a lot more comfortable this way,” he replied.

Chapter 3

Donna wanted to be with Derek in private, to spend more time staring at his privates, and asked Derek if he wanted to take a walk with her along the water. He agreed with no hesitation, and Jamie, although happy Donna had met somebody, was disappointed she had not met such a well-endowed individual.

Donna took Derek by the hand and started walking with him toward the water. She noticed how with each step, Derek’s dick swung back and forth the way a pendulum would, back and forth, back and forth. It sure is a heavy hunk of meat, Donna thought to herself. Could he put it on a scale and weigh it?

“Um,” she stammered. “Were you always that big? Like at what age did you kind of notice you were a lot bigger than most guys?” The two stopped and faced each other, the ocean water just about meeting their feet.

“Well,” Derek said. “Let me put it this way. When I played little league, I didn’t have to worry about wearing a cup because my dick was so big it covered up my balls.” Normally, Donna would be offended by such obscene language, but with this guy, she would let it slide. She even laughed at his response.

“Well, now the obvious question,” said Donna, not the only woman on the beach to be staring at Derek’s manhood. “How big is it?”

“Never actually measured it,” Derek replied. He’s so full of shit, Donna thought to herself. All guys measured their dicks. They took pride in it. This guy probably started measuring his when he was nine, she thought to herself. It was probably huge then. How could he not measure it? The thing hung almost halfway to his knees, for crying out loud. You would think he would know every measurement of it – from length to width to weight.

“Oh,” she replied. “Just curious.” Donna started to wonder what it would look like in its erect state. All of the erections she had seen on the beach that day – Donna counted four in all – were pointed straight upward because the dicks were of normal size. But Derek’s dick? How could it stand upright if he got a boner?, she thought to herself. Where would he get all the blood from to fill it up?

“So do you do come to this beach often?” Donna asked, for once actually looking into his eyes and not at his crotch.

“Almost every day,” he said. “I just have a thing for showing off what I have. I think I’m probably going to be a male stripper – I mean, I could make a lot of money and it’s really easy.”

“Dude, I don’t think you could wear one of those G-strings,” she said. “The bulge would be the size of a grapefruit.” Derek laughed at the spirited conversation he was having with this youngster.

“How old are you?” she asked him.

“I’m 21. Just graduated from college back home,” he said. “I’m here on vacation. You?”

“Eighteen,” she said. “Leaving for college in the fall. Was thinking about joining like a sorority or something.”

“Great idea,” he said. “I was in a frat up at school. Good time.”

It was getting awfully hot, so the two returned to the blanket to re-join Jamie, the three of them resting in what was now a secluded spot on the beach. Most of the people had vacated the area to go to a volleyball game being played a half mile down the sand. The three of them had more room to themselves.

“Can you rub lotion on me, Derek?” asked Donna, who winked at Jamie as if to say it was time to tease their gentleman caller.

“Sure,” he said.

“First, my feet,” she requested. Donna had the tiniest, cutest feet a girl could have, each nail manicured to the most distinct detail, her ankles meeting the base of the foot at the most perfect, natural angle. Derek then began to rub the creamy white substance into her soft calves, then her knees, and then her upper legs. Only inches from getting to touch her gorgeous, perfectly-well rounded thighs, Donna waved him off, and said “that’s enough.” Derek could not hold it any longer. He needed an excuse to pleasure himself right there, right then. He had never known such a young woman with such powerful teasing skills as this Donna, who had gotten a chance to not only look at, but touch, Derek’s massive, horse-like dick and he could not even touch for a second, her thighs.

“I have to put lotion on,” he said, grabbing the bottle from Donna in an almost rude fashion. He squirted out a big blob, almost a foreshadowing of what eruption of fluid would soon take place, and applied it to his soft penis.

“What the bursa merkez escort hell are you doing?” Donna said, although she started to get very hot in places uncharted by any of her previous boyfriends.

“I’m just putting on lotion,” he said. But Derek was not just applying sun-tan lotion to a part of the body not normally exposed to the summer sun. He was masturbating, and masturbating feverishly. Donna began to notice how each time his hand moved up and down, it had to make a longer trip – his dick was growing, and growing to proportions Donna never thought possible.

“Holy shit,” said Jamie, who had earlier whispered to Donna that even she had not seen a dick as big as Derek’s, ever.

“Derek, stop that,” Donna said, who had no real intentions of wanting this horse-hung man to cease jacking his giant prick. His dick had grown to a state where it pointed up and out from his body at a wide angle, the head of it bright purple and his balls slapping against his crotch. Donna was staring at his balls, and could not believe the distinct shape of them outlined in his sack – the looked like two huge grapes, maybe even plums. Derek kept stroking his dick, its mighty structure pointed right at Donna’s pretty little feet. And then he stopped, and when he let go of his fully-aroused member it flung back toward his body and smacked against his belly with a resounding thwack. Donna giggled for a moment at the noise his giant dick had created.

“You like it now? Is this what you wanted to see?” asked Derek, jutting out his midsection so his cock would hover over Donna’s legs.

“Oh my God,” Donna said.

“Stop it, Derek, seriously,” said Donna, now rubbing her foot against Derek’s cheek. “You really shouldn’t do that on the beach, stroking your big dork in public like this. You should really put that thing away.”

God was this girl a tease, Derek thought to himself. He went back to work on his cock, but this time he did not last long. There were six shots in all, almost like a round of gunfire, six shots, six thick ropes of come that blasted from Derek’s rediculously-oversized penis and onto Donna’s uncovered legs.

The first one reached her thighs, and she promptly rubbed it into them to tease Derek even more. His dick hovered for about a minute, almost unsure of whether to stay hard or shrink down to its enormous flaccid state. Ten minutes passed, and his dick finally hung down along his leg again. No words were spoken after he came. Just a note was written by Donna and handed to Derek as the two women walked off. Derek opened the folded paper to see an address, Jamie’s address.

Chapter 4

The two women were preparing for the party, and Jamie let her young visitor know there would be nudity involved.

“CFNM? What is CFNM?” the inexperienced brunette said with the innocence of a cuddly kitten.

“Clothed female naked male,” Jamie explained. “It is an opportunity for women to view the naked male body. Just like we did at the beach today. Only here we make it mandatory, not optional, that women keep their clothes on. That way, the girls are free to stare at the naked guys all they want and not have to worry about guys staring at them.” Donna’s heart raced and she felt week in the knees, very sexy knees you could say. Everything on Donna seemed to be sexy, even something as generic as a knee. But she didn’t want to let Jamie know just how excited she was.

“You mean we can stare at their dicks?” Donna asked very calmly. Donna couldn’t believe her own ears. She was saying the word dick so freely nowadays. It had become a standard in her vocabulary, used even more frequent than the word “it”, or “the.” She especially liked that term dick, more than any other term for the male penis. She admired its bluntness, its one-syllable directness. Dick. It sounded so degrading to call a man’s penis his dick, but Donna enjoyed that, enjoyed making a man feel degraded in order to control him, making his private parts not so private. They were on display and open for discussion.

“Of course you can stare at their dicks, Donna,” Jamie said. “Later we will play a lot of games too.” Donna began to rub lotion on her already-tanned thighs, the ones that poor Derek could not keep his eyes off of, the ones that made his mammoth penis grow to its awesome potential in Donna’s presence. While Donna was rubbing lotion on her award-winning legs, she remarked to Jamie “Oh, games are always good, especially marco polo.” Jamie burst out laughing. Donna asked her what was so funny, but Jamie said nothing. In her own mind, she found it so funny that Donna thought they would be playing kiddy games like Marco Polo.

Oh, they would be playing games, but not the ones Donna had grown used to. Donna wanted Derek to be there, and wanted to again stare for endless hours at his remarkable organ and watch it stab the air with its vigourous jerks. But she did not want Jamie to know how much lust she had for Derek, because then Jamie might have Donna do something like remove her top for Derek’s pleasure, which is something the 18-year-old virgin wasn’t ready to do just yet. But she had to know if Derek was invited.

“Is that Derek going to be here?” Donna asked. Jamie saw this as an opportunity to tease her young friend, and seized the opportunity.

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Everyone is always talking about African women’s bottoms, and what masterpieces they are. Well, as an Arab woman with a nice derriere, I secretly resent that. Women from my ethnicity are wonderfully curvaceous, and lag behind no one when it comes to gluteus maximus, but that’s a closely guarded secret. We’re forced to hide our tremendous assets from the male gaze due to the rules of Islamic modesty. My name is Rabia Al-Sharif and I’m a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I’m here to set the record straight about that, and modern Arab female sexuality, among other things.

I’m five-foot-nine, curvy and lovely, with dark bronze skin, long curly black hair and golden brown eyes. Typically I wear brightly colored T-shirts and skin-tight jeans or short skirts that showcase my sexy legs and heart-shaped behind when I leave the house. Got to look classy but sexy, that’s my motto when it comes to clothes in general. I recently obtained my motorcycle licence and I’m an avid rider. I purchased a bright crimson Ducati motorcycle.

No matter where one hails from, there will always be stereotypes that one cannot escape. Take my friend and roommate Amelia Rodriguez for example. We met during my first week at the University of Ottawa and I was surprised at how much Latin Americans resemble us Arabs. I thought Amelia was Lebanese until she told me that she was of Brazilian and Nigerian descent, born and raised in the environs of Manaus, somewhere in Brazil. What a shocker.

“You look so Arab it’s not even funny,” I told Amelia, who hesitated, then laughed. Relief washed over me, for I thought I might have inadvertently offended her. Shrugging casually, Amelia shook her head. “In Ottawa I get that a lot but I am actually mixed Brazilian,” she replied. Damn, I didn’t even know the gal had black in her but Amelia assured me that most people in Brazil had some African blood in their lineage somewhere, mixed with Native American and European, of course.

“Wow, an authentic Brazilian woman, in the flesh,” I said, shaking my head while looking Amelia over, quietly amazed. I expected her to be wild and lively since that’s what I heard about Brazilians, but Amelia turned out to be quite shy and rather quiet, the way my parents sometimes wish I were. I’ve always been a handful, a far cry from the serene, pious and obedient Muslim gal they raised me to be.

When you think of a Saudi Arabian woman, I bet you’re thinking of the stereotype of the shy, repressed woman wearing the burka, fearing the dictatorship of the males of her family, and constantly lamenting her lot in life as a citizen of the world’s most conservative nation. I bet you’re not thinking of me, the rebel who shuns the burka and the hijab, and likes to race on the 417 Highway, heedless of the danger from oncoming traffic or the speeding tickets gleefully handed to me by grim-faced RCMP officers. I like to live on the edge, what can I say?

A lot of people in this world take life for granted, and don’t appreciate what they have until it’s gone. I am not such a person. I was born in the City of Safwa, eastern Saudi Arabia. My parents, Bahir and Tahirah Al-Sharif were part of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia’s Shiite minority. If you know anything about Islam, then you’ll know that being a Shiite Muslim in a mostly Sunni country, especially one as religious as Saudi Arabia, isn’t exactly good for one’s health. My father was an active critic of the Saudi royal family’s excesses, and firmly believed that the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia was headed in the wrong direction.

To Shiite Muslims, the prophet Mohammed, founder of Islam, isn’t the Seal of the Prophets but the predecessor of a coming figure called the Mahdi. We believe that the Mahdi will unite the Islamic world, defeat the forces of evil and lead us to total conquest of the entire world. To Sunni Muslims, that’s sacrilege and they’ve been persecuting us Shiites for centuries. Very few Muslim countries have majority Shiite populations, Iran being one prime example. What does that have to do with my family?

Well, my father was a devoted follower of a controversial Shiite preacher named Suleiman Akbar, who thought himself the Mahdi. They fell on the List, that insidious list of people whom the Saudi royal authorities consider to be troublemakers. Suleiman Akbar was assassinated, and his followers rounded up and either imprisoned or executed. As for my father, he fled with my mother and I to Canada. That magical place that so many refugees flock to every year. I was only four at the time. The year was 1996. We’ve been living in Ontario, Canada, ever since.

Adjusting to Canada after a lifetime in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia wasn’t easy for my parents. Hardship and constant disputes drove them apart. Eventually, they got divorced. I was in the ninth grade at the time. I know this sounds cold but divorce is the best thing that could have happened to them. Some people simply weren’t meant to stay together. In the Islamic world, we have marriages of convenience for the most part.

Dad now drives a cab for Capital Taxi and spends much of his escort bayan free time in the By Ward Market, either drinking in bars or bedding prostitutes. As for my mother, she lives in Gatineau, with a middle-aged Yemeni guy named Rafiq. I don’t know if he’s her friend, roommate or lover, or all three. And to be honest, I don’t give a damn. I love my parents and I respect them but they’ve got their lives to live, and I’ve got mine. At the end of the day, only Allah can judge any of us.

Two sundays ago, I went to Mansion, a night club in downtown Ottawa, with Amelia by my side. It was her twentieth birthday and I didn’t want her to spend it alone in her room at our apartment in Sandy Hill. “You need to stop living like an old lady and start having fun,” I told Amelia, grabbing her by the arm as took her outside. “We’ll see,” Amelia said, in that shy yet mysterious way of hers, clearly unaware of how sexy she looked in a low-cut red dress. We hopped on my motorcycle and headed to Rideau Street.

While shaking my ass on the Mansion dance floor, I saw a vision of masculine beauty. Tall, dark and handsome, clad in a light purple silk shirt and black silk pants. One fine and strongly built brother, whom all the girls in the club couldn’t help noticing. “Check out this cutie,” I told Amelia, pointing her in the chocolate prince’s direction. “He’s fine alright,” Amelia remarked, and smiled. I was already moving toward my target. I smiled at him flirtatiously, noted the quiet confidence he exuded, and decided I wanted this fish for myself.

I cockily went to the bar, and ‘accidentally’ bumped into Mr. Sexy, and apologized profusely for my clumsiness. “It’s alright ma’am,” he said, and I noted his distinct accent. The dude was clearly not from Ottawa. He didn’t sound like the continental African immigrants I ran into from time to time in the clubs either. “Where are you from?” I asked, looking into his handsome face. Mr. Sexy flashed me a movie star smile. “Born and raised in Buffalo, New York, ma’am,” he said proudly.

I licked my lips. “Welcome to Ottawa I’m Rabia, originally from Saudi Arabia,” I said, and offered him my sleek, well-manicured hand to shake. Mr. Sexy shook my hand. Dude had a firm grip. Not crushing, just firm enough. “I’m Tyrese Montrose,” he said, and flashed that smile again. He offered me a drink, and I happily accepted. “So what brings a man from Buffalo to Ottawa?” I asked Tyrese, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“A fresh start as far as school and work and a desire to get away from family drama,” Tyrese said, a haunted look on his face. His eyes met mine, and all the coyness I felt inside drained from me. I knew where I had seen such a look before, a look of raw, elemental pain. “I can totally relate,” I said grimly, smiling sadly at Tyrese. Slowly he nodded. “Next drink’s on me,” I said, downing my cup’s contents in one gulp and not caring that it was unladylike.

Out of the corner of my eyes I noticed Amelia talking to a short-haired, tattooed, downright masculine woman clad in dark leather. So that’s why Miss Brazil never seemed interested in guys, I thought wickedly. I looked at Tyrese, and smiled. “Let’s dance,” he said, and I happily accepted. Moments later, Tyrese and I hit the dance floor. The guy was smooth and graceful, and I felt good in his arms. “You’re a good dancer,” Tyrese whispered into my ear. I looked at him and smiled. “You got no idea,” I said suggestively, licking my full red lips for emphasis.

I honestly don’t remember how I ended up in Tyrese’s bed, but I’m glad I got there. As it turns out, the American stud from Buffalo, New York, lives in an apartment building on King Edward Street, within walking distance of Mansion night club. Once we got to his place, Tyrese and I had some fun. I hadn’t been with a man since my former lover, Jean Abdullah, a Lebanese Christian guy, asked me to move in with him and I ditched him to keep my independence.

“You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known,” I told Tyrese as he laid me on his king-sized bed, and gazed lustfully at my naked body. After taking off my dress, and tossing aside bra and panties, I stretched luxuriously on Tyrese’s bright blue and red, “Superman”-themed bed sheets, and spread my legs wide open, exposing my hairy cunt. “I’ve always wondered what you Arab women were like,” Tyrese said, as he kissed my left foot then began sucking on my toes.

“We’re wild and freaky like any other women don’t let the hijabs and burkas fool you,” I told Tyrese, licking my lips. Grinning, Tyrese kissed a path from my toes to my inner thigh, and finally brought his mouth to my cunt lips. He suck his tongue inside me, and I shuddered with pleasure as Tyrese began fingering and licking my cunt. “You taste wonderful,” Tyrese said, pausing to look at me before he resumed pleasing me orally. “Love a man who goes downtown,” I said, gently rubbing my breasts together.

Tyrese licked and fingered my pussy for a long time, his mouth exploring my mound’s innermost walls, and leaving me panting weakly as I called out his name. “Fuck yeah lick my awrah,” bursa vip escort I squealed, and Tyrese licked me up, flicking his tongue over my clit while thrusting two fingers inside my pussy. Dude definitely took me to the edge, leaving me quivering with pleasure, and I absolutely loved it. Once I recovered, I was quite eager to return the favor.

“Your turn sexy man,” I said, grabbing Tyrese’s dick and balls and pulling him towards me. “Slow down sexy lady,” he said, grinning. I got on my knees before the chocolate stud and took his erect dick in my hand, holding it at eye level for a good look.

I never go down on a guy without first inspecting his, ahem, hardware. Would you buy a car or even rent one without first inspecting it? I think not. Tyrese was well-endowed, not ridiculously so, but a good size. I also noticed that he was uncircumcised. Wow, two firsts in one night. My first American and my first uncut man. Tyrese isn’t my first black guy, though. That honor belongs to an Ethiopian guy named Abraham whom I knew in high school. “Yummy,” I said, and took Tyrese’s dick into my mouth.

Tyrese lay on the bed, looking totally calm, cool and collected as I fellated him. “Just like that sweetie,” he murmured, gently running his big hands through my hair as I went down on him. I sucked him real good, licking the length of his shaft and going further down, licking his balls and even lifting them so I could lick underneath them. I like the way a man’s balls smell and taste. I don’t know why. “Like that?” I paused to ask Tyrese, noticing that his breath was coming out slowly.

“Hell yeah babe,” Tyrese said, and I resumed what I was doing. I sucked his dick and pumped my hand up and down his shaft until he came, and man did he shout loudly as he reached the magic moment. “Oh shit that’s it right there,” Tyrese moaned, and in a moment of inspired wickedness, I shoved my middle finger up his ass as he came. Dude shot his load all over the place. Got a bit on my face, but I didn’t mind. I just don’t like sperm in my eyes. It, um, stings. Happily I licked Tyrese’s cum, tasting the fruit of my labor. “Totally yummy,” I noted, and licked up every last drop.

“Damn that was awesome,” Tyrese said, laughing and caressing me. His hands went from my face to my breasts, and finally settled on my ass. “Like my big Saudi booty?” I grinned, looking into Tyrese’s eyes. “Yes ma’am,” he said, all proper and everything. “Don’t just touch it when you could fuck it,” I teased, and Tyrese grinned broadly as he reached for the condoms on his nightstand. I helped him roll a Magnum on his thick member. Then I straddled him. “Show me what you got American,” I whispered into Tyrese’s ear. Grinning, Tyrese smacked my ass and pressed his hard dick against my cunt. I lowered myself until I impaled my wet, eager pussy on his cock. “Hell yeah,” I said, resting my hands on Tyrese’s broad shoulders as I began riding him.

Not sure for how long Tyrese and I went at it but it was truly one for the ages. At some point I ended up on all fours, face down and ass up, as Tyrese took me on his bedroom floor. “Just like that big man,” I yelped as Tyrese grabbed my hair and smacked my big butt while slamming his dick into my cunt from behind. “Damn you got a tight pussy,” Tyrese remarked. I smiled, inwardly thankful for my pussy-tightening exercises. I’m not a size queen but what woman doesn’t prefer to go for Mr. Big when she can?

When all was said and done, Tyrese and I came at least three times, and I woke up in his bed, lying in a sea of dried sweat and my own juices. Oh, and his, as well. Things weren’t awkward, though. Tyrese was polite and friendly, and let me shower before I left. “What if I want to see you again?” Tyrese asked, as I came out of the shower, wrapped in one of his blue towels. I considered that. Lots of guys out there are exploring their sexuality, and hooking up with random women just for fun. Hell, some guys are hooking up with both men AND women for fun. I’m only into guys but who says a young woman can’t have her casual fun?

“Tyrese you’re sexy and smart but I’m not looking for a relationship right now,” I said as politely as I could. What is it about us Saudi women that drives men absolutely nuts? Tyrese has All-American man-about-town written all over him. I’m certain he’s brought tons of women back to his place for some casual fun. Surely he didn’t get attached to any of them? “I’m starting in the MBA program at Carleton University this September. I just transferred from Canisius College and I don’t know anybody in this town own,” Tyrese said, licking his full, sensual lips.

Tyrese looked so sweet saying these things that he made my heart skip a beat. All the more reason for me to get the fuck out of his nicely decorated two-bedroom apartment. “Cute guy like you will be a hit with all the girls on campus,” I said, and unhurriedly got dressed right in front of Tyrese. I grabbed my purse, and walked up to him. “Can I get your number?” Tyrese asked.

I smiled at him and licked my lips suggestively, and watched bursa elit escort Tyrese’s handsome beam with hope. Then I crushed it. “I’ll take yours,” I said smugly, looking him up and down. “It’s like that Miss Saudi?” Tyrese said, smiling as I stood inches from him. Dude was disappointed and trying to play it cool. Got to admire his persistence. I leaned over and kissed Tyrese. Just a quick peck on the lips. “It’s like that Mr. America,” I said, smiling, then took the card he offered me and headed for the door.

When I got home, I certainly had a story to share with Amelia, but my favorite little biracial Brazilian wasn’t alone. I spotted a tall, tattooed chick walking out of the kitchen. “Who the fuck are you?” I asked. The gal eyed me coolly. “I’m Spike, who are you?” she said. That’s when Amelia came out of the washroom, a smug look on her face. “Morning Rabia,” she said, wrapping her arms around Spike, who kissed her. “What a world,” I said, smiling. Amelia smiled at me and shrugged. “It’s about time Miss Brazil here got laid,” I said, nodding to Spike.

I went to my room, grabbed my school books and headed to my eleven o’clock Business Accounting class at the University of Ottawa. “Always knew Amelia was a dyke,” I said to myself as I caught the bus from the Rideau Shopping Center and rode it to campus. Seriously, seeing Amelia with Spike totally surprised me. I suspected that my erstwhile roommate might be lesbian or bisexual but never had any proof. Doesn’t bother me either way, you understand? I just wondered about her, that’s all.

Little did I know that Spike wasn’t a one-night stand for Amelia. Apparently, lesbians operate differently from us straight people. Three weeks after they met, Rhiannon “Spike” Spelman, the tattooed butch lesbian biker from hell and Amelia Rodriguez, decided to move in. And since I had no lease and stayed at the Sandy Hill apartment on a month-to-month basis, the two dykes basically forced me out. Oh yeah, they gave me an ultimatum. I had a week to move out. “You’re both a pair of backstabbing bitches,” I said to Rhiannon and Amelia as I stormed out.

I needed a place to stay, and trust me, even though Ottawa isn’t that big a city, rent is expensive up here. I go to school full-time and work at the nearby Loblaw’s as a cashier on weekends and holidays. Rent at my soon-to-be old place was six hundred a month plus utilities, and I could barely afford it when Amelia and I split everything. I looked on Kijiji for places on my price range, and couldn’t find any. With the threat of homelessness looming over my head, I didn’t know what to do.

I finally called Tyrese Montrose because I ran out of ideas. I asked him if he knew anyone who was looking for a roommate. I usually preferred female roommates but if the choice came down to sharing an apartment with a guy and being homeless, guess which one I’d pick? “It so happens I put an ad on Kijiji a week ago because I’m subletting the spare room in my place,” Tyrese said. I went silent for a moment. “If it’s available I want it,” I said, biting my lip. “Come by and take a look,” Tyrese replied, and I laughed, promising him he wouldn’t regret it.

I swear, when I went to Tyrese’s place, I was only looking for the spare room. When he came to the front door wearing only a pair of shorts, still sweaty from his early afternoon workout, I, um, lost control. How we ended up on his living room floor, fucking like jackrabbits, without a damn condom, I’ll never know. “That was fun,” Tyrese said, as I rested my head on his chest, my pussy still pleasurably sore from the merciless pounding he’d just given me.

“We’re going to get along famously,” I said, smiling at him. Tyrese nodded. “You got the room,” he said with a grin. Now, I know what this looks like. It certainly looks like I used my womanly wiles to get my way with Tyrese, and basically trick him into letting me have the room. It’s cheap, too, only four hundred a month. Rent usually goes for twice that anywhere near downtown Ottawa. All the Soho-style condos being built are forcing small-time landlords to hike up their fees. That’s life in Ottawa, Ontario, for you. Come to think of it, that’s life everywhere. It kicks you in the teeth, like betrayal from a trusted friend.

“I never would have imagined my shy and innocent roommate Amelia capable of such treachery,” I told Tyrese one night, when he came home from the nearby Goodlife Fitness gym and found me sitting in the living room, pensive. “We’ve all trusted someone who betrayed us,” Tyrese said, gently laying his hand on mine. I looked at him. “I should have seen it coming,” I said, shaking my head. I looked past Tyrese, and thought of my tumultuous life.

I remembered my parents and I living in a tiny apartment in Vanier, because we couldn’t afford anything better. I remember my parents arguing about money, and religion, and culture. My father found Canadian culture downright infuriating, and my mother’s eagerness to embrace Western ways, like driving and getting a job (although she still wore hijab outside the house ) well, that seemed like a betrayal to him. The Canadian government refused to acknowledge my father’s academic credentials from the prestigious King Faisal University, and as a result, he lost hope. He resigned himself to a life as a cab driver, hating the west, hating my mother and I, and above all else, hating himself.

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I had finished school and found myself living in my hometown. I met a nice guy and we ended up moving in together. We were planning on getting married and starting a family together eventually, but for now we both agreed we would focus on our respective careers so we could save up some money.

I had grown up much since my younger days, I mean emotionally, but also physically. I was twenty-five and well on my way to becoming my mother’s twin. I kept my hair blonde, ditched the contacts (so my eyes were always green), I was five feet tall like her, and weighed about one-hundred and twenty pounds. Like I found during university most of my weight gained went to the good places.

I was still rather thin in the waist, but by this time I had a full on ‘ghetto booty’. Even though I had received nothing but compliments on my appearance from almost everyone I met, I was still very self conscious. I guess the issues I had with how I looked stemmed from the weight gain. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a ‘fat-cow’ starring back at me.

I shared how I felt with my man and he was very concerned. He made sure to remind me how pretty I looked several times a day. He would surprise me with trips to the spa and the beauty salon. He knew how much I loved to be pampered.

Things went on like this for awhile but I never fully cheered up. Sure I was made momentarily happy by his words/actions but my good moods never lasted. My boyfriend wanted me to be happy, and searched for new ways to do so.

My chest was fairly big, I had a C cup. This might not sound impressive to everyone, but take a second to imagine how a C cup might look on a five foot body.

Even still my boyfriend asked me if I would feel more confident having an upgrade. Of course I would. I mean what girl wouldn’t want bigger boobs? It’s like asking a guy if he wouldn’t mind having a bigger dick.

I agreed with him, he told me money was no object so I began to search for the best doctor I could find. I had seen girls in porn before that had terrible boob jobs. If I had received a bad job it would totally send my confidence in reverse.

I found a doctor I liked and had the surgery. I upgraded my chest to a massive DD. It hurt for a bit but after I had healed they looked great, my boyfriend certainly thought so.

My boyfriend decided we should celebrate my new knockers. We decided to throw a party. I wanted to make up a fake reason for having the party to our friends, as I did not want to make it weird.

I had to buy an all new wardrobe, I was now of course much larger. My man gifted me a new outfit that I could wear at the party. It was a sexy green number he purchased to match my eyes. The top was very tight and showed just enough of my cleavage to tease, but not make me look slutty.

The night began, many guests arrived, and we were all standing around the kitchen talking to each other. My boyfriend told me in advance he would handle the invitations. He had attended university in my town. Ironically, even though I grew up there, he had many more friends who lived there than I did.

I was having such a good time I didn’t notice for awhile. I looked around the room and saw there was a disproportionate number of men to women. In fact everyone I saw was a man. So I took a longer look, yup I was right. I guess their dates were on the way or something.

During the evening random men would approach me to tell me how pretty I looked. This was very flattering. As more and more of them would talk to me I started noticing a trend: I did not know any of them. This is not shocking because I did let my boyfriend invite his friends, but surely I would have seen someone I knew by now.

Whatever I didn’t care I was pleased with the attention I was receiving, and when I had a break from the flattery I would find company with my drink.

Eventually I moved into our living room so I could lounge in more comfort. A few people joined me including my boyfriend, but this room was much smaller and did not fit many bursa escort bayan comfortably.

I was sitting on my man’s lap, he was in his favourite chair. He whispered to me:

“So babe are you ready for the main event?”

I looked at him curiously, “What do you mean honey?”

“Here let me show you.” He stood me up and led me to the basement.

Our basement was a comfortable one, a large carpeted space with a TV and many places to sit. The lights in the room were off making everything pitch black. I could not see anything and allowed him to lead me. He stopped and sat me down on a chair.

I heard some shuffling as I sat there in the darkness but I knew my boyfriend was near. He was such a great guy and made me feel so safe. I knew when he was around nothing bad would happen to me.

Suddenly the lights came on. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and so I could not see much in this brightness. As my pupils began to adjust I noticed I was not alone. Standing around me were many men. I did not recognize them, they must have been friends of my boyfriend. He was also there as I thought he was, so I was not at all worried, just confused.

“I’m sure you are wondering what you are doing here?” He said. “These men are here to help you get comfortable with your new ‘assets’.” He went on. “I’m being a little selfish here and I apologize, but it would really benefit me if you could use those things.”

He was pointing at my chest. “If at anytime you feel uncomfortable just say so and I will stop this.” He reassured me. “I am going to get you out of that dress now.”

Just to clarify the first comment he made. We pretty much shared everything, but in an attempt to not have him think less of me I never told him about my slutty past. I enjoyed situations like these previously, but as far as he was aware I was a newbie to things like this. A girl surrounded by many horny men for the first time would understandably be very nervous.

My man approached me and peeled down my top. I remained clothed from the waist down, but my new tits were now completely bare in front of these strangers. With my boyfriend included there were probably ten guys in the room with me.

“Sarah, honey, the boys and I want to show you how great we think you look, is that OK?” My boyfriend asked.

I knew exactly what was about to happen, but knowing he thought of me as innocent, I made sure my positive response came in my most hesitant tone.

“Great!” He said.

The men all began to undress, my man supervised. I sat there topless with wide eyes at the nine hard cocks in front of me.

“Now there are some rules for you to follow if you’re up for it?” My boyfriend told me. “First you are not allowed to undress anymore than you already are and second if you finish my friends you must let them finish on your new tits.”

I agreed to his rules, my boyfriend was a boob guy, and before my augmentation loved to fuck my tits. I assume he would love to now even more. He was right to expect I would not have the same comfort level with these new ones right away.

“So who wants to go first?” My man asked the crowd.

A man stepped up and presented ‘himself’ to me. Like all the guys in the room, who weren’t my man, I did not know this one at all. He was pretty average looking. I guess the only quality of his that mattered to me was his hygiene. If he had smelt gross or looked dirty pleasing him wouldn’t have been very enjoyable.

His manhood was fairly average in size, but compared to my new breasts he looked puny.

Without a word I wrapped my tits around his pole and began to massage him with them. I bounced them up and down as much as I could, but his length really didn’t give me much to work with. I also used my hand on him, but he seemed to definitely prefer being between my tits.

When he was about to blow, I unwrapped my tits from his cock, and began to stroke him. I jerked him hard and he emptied on my chest. After he was done my boyfriend handed bursa anal yapan escort me a towel to clean myself up.

My next couple experiences were pretty similar, the fourth guy however was my first ‘large’ cock of the night.

The length of this guy was enough to let him pop out of my cleavage while he was wrapped between my breasts. I was able to lick and suck at his head while he fucked my tits. As I’ve admitted in my other stories I love sucking cock, I quite enjoyed playing with this man. He also blew on my chest. I grabbed for my towel only to realize that it was fully caked, rubbing it on me now would only make me messier.

“Do we have another?” I asked my boyfriend.

He turned and entered the bathroom we had in the basement. He returned and handed me a fluffy clean towel. I cleaned myself off with it and thanked both men. My boyfriend for restocking my towel supply and the big poled man for giving me a huge load!

I worked on the other cocks with my tits, they were nothing special in my opinion. However I still gave each my all. They did reward me in the end, but not with much. I didn’t even need a fresh towel again.

My final cock was very different than the others. I mean my boyfriend was yet to go at me tonight. This wasn’t the only man in the room, but the only naked one! I wasn’t just planning on making my man into a husband because he was such a nice guy, the 9th guy had a good ten inches too! I had seen ones like this a million times before, but pretended to be shocked by his size.

“God this is the biggest one I’ve ever seen.” I proclaimed as I stared up at him.

Not only was this guy majorly hung, but he was also black. I instantly remembered my younger days and how great my only other BBC was. I couldn’t help but get wet in anticipation of my second.

“I can’t wait to fuck those big white titties.” The man said.

Oh my, it spoke. I mean none of the other guys even spoke to me. The man reached out and took my hand, he kissed the back of my palm and introduced himself as Dave. What a nice guy, and what a great cock!

I had plenty of practice thanks to my boyfriends love of oral and went straight at this beast with my mouth. Yes I had the new tits, and he did want to sample them, but screw him I wanted to taste that. I did give into him a bit and wrapped my boobs around his meat, but 90% of the time his dick was down my throat.

As I was nice and practised (thanks again to my man) I was easily able to deep throat him despite his massive girth. I smoothly slid him in and out of my throat as my boyfriend starred in awe at my skills. I was an excellent cock sucker and he knew it, but nonetheless every time he acted like my abilities were a surprise. He was lucky to have this mouth on a nightly basis and he knew it.

“Honey, is it OK with you if I bend the rules a bit, just for this last one.” I asked him as I caught my breath.

“Sure, but how so?” He asked me.

It was only us three in the room by now.

“Well I’ve been a good girl and took care of all your friends.” I reminded him. “…And I was wondering, if you would be OK…if…Dave took care of me?”

I could not believe I asked my boyfriend this, but I was so wet from sucking. I was a little surprised by my words, but what came out of my boyfriends mouth next absolutely floored me.

“I was hoping you’d feel this way too, that’s why Dave agreed to wait till the end.” He said.

My scheming boyfriend planned this all along! He wanted to see me with this BBC, I mean he knew I would like it too, but obviously he wanted to watch it happen.

Dave stood me up and removed the rest of my clothing. My pussy was absolutely sopping with anticipation. It had left a dark spot on my chair and was now working on a patch of carpet.

Dave tilted my head up (like everyone else it seemed, he was way taller than me), he gave me a deep kiss. His thick lips munched on mine as his tongue shot down my throat.

I bursa rus escort melted with this kiss right into his awaiting hands. His fingers waited for me at my crotch as I fell on to him. As if I needed to be any warmer, the gentleman readied me with his hand. It was more of a tease tactic on his part I guess. He and I both knew I couldn’t wait for that big cock of his and he loved keeping it from me.

After countless orgasms, and kisses (some of mine came merely from the touch of this beautiful man’s lips) he finally let me have some dick.

He lay my back down on a nearby table and spread my legs. He positioned himself between them and rested my ankles on his shoulders.

Like me he was completely nude, he stroked his big meat rubbing it on my hole. I couldn’t wait, but ever the tease he stayed stroking it there for a while, making my mind go crazy wondering when he would finally dive in.

When he did I came HARD at his first entrance. My man seemed to enjoy my pleasure so much.

“More!” My man shouted at Dave. He couldn’t contain himself.

“Yo I know it’s your pussy, but still don’t tell me how to fuck it.” Dave reminded my man.

“Yea babe he is doing an excellent job on his own.” I purred.

With that my man sat down and shut up. He just starred at the huge black cock of his friend slamming into his busty blonde girlfriend,

Dave to my pleasure, picked up the pace. He pushed in and out of my pussy with tremendous force. I seriously thought I might split in two.

As much as my man loved oral I loved to get fucked and he obliged me on a regular basis. All the dick I took from him I guess removed any discomfort from Dave going so hard at me. Thanks again honey!

Dave lasted so freaking long I began to wonder if he was indeed human? Many orgasms later, he removed his member. I felt so empty without it and grabbed him to try to put it back in. He just pushed away my hands away though, he was much stronger than me.

“Flip over, get on your tummy.” He told me.

I did as instructed and poked my ass out at him.

“She got a phat ass to go along with those huge titties. I’m going to enjoy tearing this up.” Dave said smiling at the gift my man had given him.

I felt his huge member rub on my pussy again.

“Yes! Let me have it again!” I screamed.

“Remember what I said to your guy?” He went on, “That goes double for you, I don’t need a little white girl telling me how to fuck.” He told me.

“Sorry sir.” I apologized.

After scolding me he did do what I asked! He just wanted me to know he was in charge, but we wanted to same things so it didn’t really matter.

“Yes!” I screamed over and over making sure to leave out the “Fuck me harder”s. He ploughed my little pussy from behind, he was no longer the polite man I met earlier. He pushed my face down into the table with so much force I almost bit my tongue.

Even with my face squashed I still managed to yell my affirmatives, although they became more of a muffled moan.

Dave then pulled out his cock, a huge gush of juices from my pussy followed. He started to stroke himself rubbing his fat head on my ass.

“The best part!” My man finally spoke.

I wanted Dave’s dick back in me, but I knew I was being selfish, it was his turn. I just stayed there, it’s not like I had a choice though, Dave had a hand in my back holding me down.

“Here I come!” He part screamed/moaned/whatever other sound.

It felt like it was raining, but we were inside, and it was warm droplets. I guess the only similarity was the quantity. He fired at least ten ropes onto my ass before he was done.

When he was finished moaning he gave my butt a spank. I wiggled it back at him and peered over my shoulder.

“Thanks.” I said to Dave. I looked at my man “…And thanks to you too!”

The next morning I was standing in our kitchen drinking a cup of coffee when my boyfriend entered the room.

“Well someone is looking much more cherry.” He said.

“Babe thank you so much, my ego really needed that boast.” I replied.

We sat at the kitchen table and had breakfast together, we both smiled at each other the whole time. I had a feeling I’d be wearing that smile for quite a while.

I knew if my glow ever ceased I could ask my man to call Dave again!

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Jeff and Mark went out to Club 21 one Friday night and met me there. I am 51 year’s old, married, 5′ 3″, blond, only on the top though, 36c-27-37,I love oral sex and I do swallow and yes, I am a whore and I love it,, Jeff is my son, he is 31 and Mark is my nephew, he is 35. They were a little tipsy, but then so was I. They seen me and came over to my table, I was alone so I enjoyed their company, after a few more beer’s, Jeff scooted over next to me, Mark was at the bar, talking to some friend’s, Jeff looked into my eye’s and ask me if he could tell me something personal.

I told him to go ahead and not to be shy, so he told me that he thought I had beautiful tits that he would love to play with and suck on and that he had been fantasying about fucking me for some time now and his greatest fantasy was to fuck me and that he did want to fuck me in real life! I was very surprised, but he just kept looking into my eyes. I started to get a little excited, even though I knew it was wrong. I told Jeff not to be embarrassed and not to worry about it, that I thought that was natural, that every son at one time or another, fantasized about wanting to fuck their Mother. Jeff told me that there was something else and I ask him what it was and he told me that Mark and him had been talking earlier and Mark had told him that he would love to Fuck his Aunt Janet one time.

Jeff just smiled and told me thanks, that he was glad to get it off his chest. After another beer or two, I was getting horny and the thought of Jeff’s cock in my pussy and Fucking my son was making me wet. I looked at Jeff and ask did he want to leave and go to my house for a beer or two. He looked at me kind of funny, but said ok. We started to leave and I told him to ask Mark if he wanted to cum too. He ask Mark and they came over to me and said they were ready, so I told them to follow me home. When we got to my house, I got us a beer and we just talked for a few minute’s, when I got very horny, so I got up and went into the bedroom and hollered to Jeff and Mark and ask them if they would cum in her and give me a hand.

When Mark and Jeff came in, I was just standing there and they ask me what I needed, so I told them I needed help getting my cloth’s off and my pajama’s on. Jeff started unbuttoning my blouse and Mark’s hands went to my slacks. Jeff took my blouse off and His eye’s got wide and görükle escort I knew his cock was getting hard. I had to ask him if he were going to take my bra off and he reached behind me and unclasped the hook’s, he let it linger there a second and finally took my bra off, my 36c tit’s popped out before him and he just stood there staring at my tit’s.

Mark had removed my slacks by then and hooked his thumb’s in my panties and took them off. There I stood in front of my Nephew and Son, completely naked! I knew that both their cocks would be very hard by then. Mark stood up and I could see the bulge in his pants and I could feel Jeff’s hard on pressing against my ass through his jeans. There was no stopping now. I pulled Jeff around to my side and ask them if they were going to leave their cloth’s on or did they want to fulfill their fantasies. I have never seen anyone get naked as fast as Mark and Jeff! I stood between their naked bodies, reached down and took each of their cocks in my hands and Jeff and Mark both shuddered.

I slowly started stroking both their cock’s, when Mark reached down and started massaging my pussy, he slipped 2 fingers in my pussy and started finger fucking me, it was wonderful. Jeff leaned over and was sucking on my tits, alternating from one to the other. My nipple’s were harder than I every remembered and it felt so good. My Son sucking my tits and my Nephew Finger Fucking me. I could hardly stand, I was so excited and horny. I whispered to them that we should get on the bed. I got on the bed and laid on my back, Jeff and Mark just stood and were looking at me as if this were only a dream. It was the first time I actually got to see their cocks and I was surprised.

Mark’s cock was at least 9 inch’s and Jeff’s was almost that big. I wanted one in my pussy, so I told one of them to come and get on. Mark moved first and as he got on the bed, I reached out, took his cock in my hand and started stroking it, I knew it would go right in my cunt, I was so wet with my juice’s from being so horny and Mark Finger Fucking me, I put his cock against my wet pussy lip’s and Mark slammed into my cunt with one lunge. It felt so good that as it went all the way in, I had my first orgasm. Mark was like an animal, pounding my pussy, with every thrust, his ball’s slapping against my ass, but I didn’t want him to slow down. görükle escort bayan

I screamed “Fuck me Mark, just Fuck me, Fuck my pussy, Fuck me, fill my pussy with your cock Mark, please, Mark, Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck your Aunt Janet Good, Give Me That Cock, Fuck Me Mark” and Mark did. I felt another orgasm building, I raised my legs and Mark kept slamming his cock into my pussy, every thrust I met with one of my own. My orgasm starting, I wrapped my legs around Mark’s back as I shuddered and shook from the orgasm wracking me. With one big thrust, I heard Mark scream, “here I cum Aunt Janet, I’m going to fill your pussy with cum” and I felt the first spurt’s hitting my pussy wall’s. Mark kept Cumming and Cumming.

His cum started running out of my pussy. Finally, Mark shot his last squirt of cum in my pussy and as soon as he was soft, he got off and Jeff got on. Jeff didn’t waste any time as he sunk his cock into my pussy and vigorously started fucking me. I was in ecstasy. My Nephew’s cum leaking out of my pussy while my Son was fucking me, filling my pussy with his cock. Jeff didn’t last long, in less than a minute, I felt him starting to cum. Once his cock was soft, he got off and laid next to me and told me that I was so good and he knew he was fucking his Mom, he couldn’t help it. I told him not to worry about it, that this would be the first of many times to cum that we would Fuck. I lay in the middle of Jeff and Mark and I wanted more, so I reached down and took their cocks and started stroking them. Mark was hard already and I could feel Jeff’s cock starting to get hard again.

Without a word, I slid down the bed, I started kissing and licking the length of Mark’s cock, then leaned over and kissed the head of Jeff’s cock, which was very hard again. I took Jeff’s cock in my mouth and he lunged up suddenly and my mouth was full of my Son’s Cock. I started to gently suck it, my head bobbing up and down on Jeff’s very hard cock and my tits were swaying. I looked up at Jeff and his eyes were closed and he was raising his hips up and down, literally fucking my mouth. I closed my eyes and slowly began giving my Son a blowjob. Mark got up and moved around me, grabbing my hips and raising my ass up. Suddenly, I felt his cock pressing against my pussy. Mark drove his 9 inch’s of cock all the way into my escort görükle cunt and started fucking me again.

My Nephew’s cock filling my cunt, my mouth filled with my Son’s cock! I hardly had to move at all, with Mark’s fucking me. Every time he buried his cock in my cunt, his forward motion causing me to move forward, my mouth taking in Jeff’s cock. There we were, My Nephew’s cock filling my pussy, my tit’s swaying, my mouth filled with my Son’s cock. Suddenly, with just a tiny twitch, I felt Jeff’s cum squirting into my mouth, I had never let anyone cum in my mouth before, but I couldn’t take my mouth off my Son’s cock, He filled my mouth with cum and I had no choice but to swallow. I was very surprised at how sweet and delicious Jeff’s cum tasted and suddenly, I couldn’t swallow enough of Jeff’s cum. It tasted so good! I kept sucking until I was sure I had sucked every last drop out of Jeff’s cock and swallowed it. Just as Jeff’s cock went soft, Mark let out a yell and he started Cumming, filling my pussy with another load of fresh, creamy cum. I couldn’t move.

Another orgasm wracking me. Shaking and shuddering, I let loose and my juice’s were running down Mark’s cock onto his ball’s, soaking them. Mark finally stopped cumin and his cock went soft and plopped out of my pussy. As soon as my orgasm subsided, I moved around, Mark had fell onto the bed on his back, and I started cleaning off his Cock and ball’s with my tongue. Mark’s cock quivered and before long, was a full 9 inch’s again! I licked the entire length of Mark’s 9 inch cock, cleaning up his and my juices, savoring every drop. As I reached the head of Mark’s cock, I slipped my mouth over it and started sucking it. I could only take 7 inch’s of Mark’s cock in my mouth and it was a wonderful 7 inch’s, but I knew that Mark was really enjoying it. His Aunt sucking his cock.

Then I felt Jeff’s cock at my pussy and he rammed it all into my cunt. I was in bliss again. Sucking my Nephew off while my Son was fucking me! We all came at the same time and I swallowed every drop of Mark’s delicious cum while Jeff filled my pussy to overflowing with his cum. I had never been fucked as well as I had ever been from My Son and Nephew. No other Fuck had ever come close! As we laid their, exhausted, I told them that anytime they got the urge, to cum over and we would cure it. Which they did from that night, on a regular basis. I am content fucking my Son and Nephew now and I hardly ever go out anymore. After a while, they both started bringing friend’s over and I would fuck them too! I get all the Fucking I want right at home. And, whenever I get horny, anyone of them is just a call away.

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I’m live in the Midwest and wonder how I got into this situation again. I met a local businessman named Paul online, right from the beginning we hit it off. We seemed to enjoy the same things and really had fun chatting, it no time we became fast friends. One thing led to the other and I was couch looking directly at the object of my desire.

Here is my story.

Paul and Matt live in the same town; they met online and chatted a few times. Both initially went online in hopes of meeting someone with similar interests who would enjoy a physical relationship. Over the last year neither had any luck until they found each other.

They had things in common, they’re both married and about the same age. Both are college educated, and in business locally. They really hit it off and both men looked forward to their evening chats.

They seemed to be a good match!

Paul sent his picture to Matt online hoping that it would catch Matt’s interest; it did! When Matt looked at the picture he was shocked how young and handsome Paul looked. Paul was 55 years old but he looked 45.

Matt learned as they chatted that Paul was a runner and soccer player most of his life. He had runners’ legs and a flat stomach and a large chest. Matt wondered if it was really Paul’s photo, it seemed too good to be true. Time would tell!

After he sent his photo to Matt, Paul knew that they would need to meet if this relationship would continue. If they just continued to chat online the friendship would grow stale. Paul suggested to Matt that they meet for coffee at a local place in town. Paul could feel his knees shake when he suggested the meeting he was a nervous wreck.

Matt was also nervous but desperately wanted to meet Paul. His chats with Paul were so exciting whether they discussed sports, women, or sex.

“It’s silly to be nervous, we have chatted for a long time, it’s not a blind date,” Matt said to himself. Because of the nature of their confidential chats with Paul, he knew that they had what each other desired.

Matt decided to take the chance and meet for coffee, if Paul didn’t look like his photo he could always leave, but if he did look like his photo…..WOW!

Matt was so nervous about meeting Paul, when he arrived he could feel his heart start to beat a bit faster.

“Steady pal, don’t be nervous,” Matt said to himself as he walked in the door. As he wiped a bit of perspiration from his forehead he wondered if Paul would be there or if this was just another “no show”.

He saw Paul as soon as he walked in the door. “Paul came early”, he thought and that delighted him, “I wonder, does Paul always comes early”? That’s it boy keep your sense of humor!

Paul waved Matt over to his table and off he went with his heart beating out of control. As they shook hands each seemed to be pleasantly surprised with the other. Matt now felt that all would be fine.

Paul studied Matt walking across the room and rize escort said to himself, “Jackpot”. Matt was what he wanted, he was a clean-cut businessman and he looked good!

Paul said, “I’m glad that we are finally meeting face to face, I was so nervous about this meeting”

“Me too”, said Matt. “ I was very nervous until right now”. Paul had a firm handshake and large hands, Matt secretly hoped that he was large everywhere!

“You look just like the photo that you sent to me online,” Matt said.

“That’s because it was a picture of me silly” Paul joked.

“I’m delighted to meet you in person, I think we seem to be a good match”, Matt gushed.

“I’m delighted also, “said Paul. “Now if I can get you to live up to the promises that you made when we chatted” he said with a wink.

This comment made Matt’s face blush and his blood boil, he was terribly hot for Paul and wanted get him alone.

Paul studied Matt’s features as he spoke with him. Matt looked too good to be true, and most of all he had a nice mouth and lovely lips, that was important.

Matt was not submissive but he wanted to please Paul orally, which would please him at the same time. Nothing made him happier than to have a nice juicy member in his mouth with the time to really enjoy sucking it. Paul on the other hand wanted to have Matt suck his cock and all that came with it, but Paul made it clear that he did not plan to reciprocate. They were a great match.

“Perfect just perfect, I can suck his cock without being bothered by someone wanting to suck me.” Matt thought when they had chatted online.

Paul thought, “He wants to suck my cock and all I need to do is enjoy it, this is great”!

When they finished their coffee Paul suggested that they have desert at his house.

The plan was made!

Matt followed Paul to his home; Paul’s wife was away visiting her mother for a few days.

The front of the home looked like one that you would find on a Christmas card by Currier and Ives. The house was red brick with a large white front door that had a seasonal wreath nicely placed on the front.

As the walked in the front door Paul asked Matt to wait and make himself comfortable while he changed clothes. Matt felt very comfortable here; it was a beautiful home and a very bright family room. The room had a large walk in hearth, and a baby grand piano.

Matt was looking around when Paul came back in wearing boxers and a T-Shirt.

“God he looked good,” Matt thought as he saw Paul coming across the room. Paul had legs that were meant for boxer shorts. Matt was devouring him with his eyes, he wondered if Paul noticed.

“I’m still a little nervous,” Matt told him. Paul just smiled lifted his new friends hand and put it on his ass.

“Relax, we’re just friends and we have the house to ourselves. I don’t bite but I hope you do” Paul said with a smile.

”I feel like a kid at Christmas about to open his best present”, said Matt.

Paul smiled and said, “it seems that we’re both getting sakarya escort a present today” as he walked closer to the couch where Matt was sitting.

Paul took Matt’s head and gently pulled it against his boxers. Paul loved this little bit of dominance. He arched his back and pushed his hips toward Matt’s face so he would be able to feel the thickness of his new play toy. He loved that Matt never once tried to pull his head away, “I’ve got him”, Paul thought.

Matt felt his face rub over Paul’s member, and he loved it. He put his hands on the back of Paul’s thighs and rubbed them slowly up and down as his cheeks rubbed his friends endowment. “Quite a lump”, Matt thought it felt dreamy.

He thought to himself, “how hot is this, I can feel his cock but can’t see it yet”. Talk about suspense, Matt was dying to move along.

“You feel wonderful Matt told him, your member feels so warm even through these boxers”.

“It will get hotter for you in just a few minutes” Paul said.

Paul stepped back and with one leg at a time he stepped out of his boxers first followed by his T-shirt. He was naked and reached for Matt’s hand.

Paul slowly sat back into his chair.

“I want you to suck my cock nice and slowly, just like we discussed” Paul said.

Paul sat in his chair and slouched back with his open legs sprawled out in front of him, his heels were embedded in the carpet for support. This was favorite position because it allowed his friend full access to his cock while Paul could rest and enjoy the pleasure. His wife had done this for him when they were engaged but marriage changed that.

“I hope you don’t mind but I love to have my cock sucked while I sit” he said. “I’ll get a great view of you swallowing my cock.” Paul said with a smile.

Sitting down also allowed him to stretch his arms and hands down and hold the other persons head while they sucked his cock. He could “help” Matt to find the sensitive spots on his cock’s shaft by lightly guiding his head to his hot spots.

His wife used to let him hold her head, but that also changed, she said it was demeaning to her. She said that if she had to suck his cock it would be done her way. Unfortunately for Paul he loved this little bit of control and now it was lost with his wife.

Today though he would hold Matt’s head until he shot his load deep into his mouth. He wondered how Matt would look with his cock in his throat and a load in his mouth?

Paul reached down with both hands and surrounded his package using his thumbs and index fingers to lift and wave his manhood at Matt. His cock head was bouncing slightly and his shaft was more soft than hard.

Matt loved the look of this cock staring right back at him; his eyes were locked on Paul’s waving member. Paul’s thick cock was the object of Matt’s desire, it make his mouth water and his nostrils flare.

His member had a hypnotic effect on Matt; it beckoned him to suck it. Seeing this beautiful cock in front of him set Matt on fire, he could feel his body samsun escort heat up and his own package grow.

“Suck my cock for me, “ Paul said. “I haven’t had a blow job in a month and I’m hoping that you are as anxious as I am to have my cock in your mouth”

As Paul spoke Matt nervously licked his lips, this did not go unnoticed by Paul, he was recognized how anxious Matt was.

Matt answered by kneeling down in front of Paul’s member. As he took just the head of his wonderful cock between his lips he closed his eyes and moaned.

He kept sucking just the head of Paul’s cock, loving the smell and taste; Matt felt that he could do this all night. Paul’s cock head was full and soft, almost spongy, it reminded Matt of a plum but not quite so large.

Paul sat back in the chair and looked in astonishment at Matt. He never had someone just suck his cock head and use their tongue like that. He felt Matt’s tongue lightly tease and encircle his head and running back to his glans. It was as if his tongue was coaxing his liquid out of him.

“I going to cum to soon,” Paul thought.

Paul put his hand behind Matt’s head and easily pulled him closer to his cock.

“Open up Matt, I want all of my cock in your mouth while it’s still soft”.

“Me too, ” Matt said.

He opened his mouth and let the beautiful cock slide all the way in. Paul’s thick cock seemed to be sliding into his mouth in slow motion. It felt so natural to have his member deep in his mouth, dancing on the flat of his tongue.

Matt looked up and their eyes locked. Paul had on a face of total contentment and pleasure. He watched as Paul closed his eyes for a moment and opened his mouth to let a genuine sigh escape from his lips.

Paul spoke,” Please keep it all in your mouth and just nurse on it for a while, just nurse on it.”

Matt could feel my cheeks hollow as he nursed his shaft, Matt was about to shoot in his pants. He reached down and unzipped his pants to release his member, he was rock hard and ready to explode.

“MMMMM” was all he could say, this was so wonderful to feel Paul’s fat member pulsating in his mouth while he stroked his own cock.

Paul was starting to tingle all over; he could feel his body beginning to perspire. Every nerve in his body was pointed toward his shaft; he knew that he was ready to explode.

“Please don’t stop tonguing the shaft, keep nursing me I’m ready.” said Paul. “Let me shoot in your mouth,” he said.

Paul held one hand under Matt’s chin, and one behind his head. Paul rocked his hips in rhythm but he would just barely move his cock in and out while he nursed on it.

Matt loved the feeling of rolling his tongue rolling over Paul’s member as he nursed on his leaking shaft. He found that he got the best response by curling his tongue and slowly running it back and forth on the belly of his Paul’s cock shaft.

The second time that Matt did this, Paul exploded.

His pulsating cock squirted and squirted liquid into Matt’s eager mouth. Matt loved the taste enough, but the feel of Paul’s cock pulsating against his tongue made Matt shoot his load.

Matt thought that this was so heavenly; he clearly loved sucking Paul’s cock. Matt realized today that nothing excited him like the feel of someone’s cock pulsating on his tongue, that was heaven.

To be continued.

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Chapter 1

They exchanged small talk as the truck tooled through town. Ahead, Jason saw the turn that would take them to their home. He felt a stirring in his jeans as their home hove into view.

Although he was home for two weeks after that fantastic night with his mom and aunt, nothing else had happened. If anything, Susan had been more standoffish. She called a halt to their chats in her bedroom. She also began wearing house robes that covered her from neck to ankles.

When he called Aunt Helen to ask her about his mom’s sudden change, she explained it was a mixture of guilt and shame for what had happen. But even she, his other mother, avoided being alone with him.

Jason retrieved his bag from the bed of Adam’s truck. He trudge carefully up the walkway in the light November rain. His father led the way into the house. Jason dropped his bag in the foyer. He looked questioningly at his father. With a tired smile, Adam pointed toward the kitchen.

The aroma of nutmeg, sweet potato pie, cornbread dressing and turkey and ham permeated the air. Susan was in full holiday feast mode. Her back was to her son as he eased up behind her and threw his arms around her waist.

“Happy Thanksgiving, mom!” Jason cried. Something did not feel right.

Susan turned and warmly embraced her son. Tears streamed of joy down her face. Her baby was home!

Jason pushed his mom away and look down at his mother’s distended belly.

“Mom…what…are you… are you pregnant?”

Susan gripped her son’s face with both of her hands and kissed her son wetly on his cheek.

“You ain’t gone blind have you, baby? I’m either pregnant or I have the granddaddy of all gas attacks!”

They shared a brief laugh at her brassy joke.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You had school to worry about! We saw no need to worry you with the goings on here!”

“Well, congratulations!” Jason turned and extended his hand to his father who took it and shook it silently. His father seemed a little sad. There was a hard set to his jaw and he swallowed hard a few times.

“Thank you, son. Why don’t you put away your stuff. There is a game on in a few hours. We can catch up while we watch. Would you mind picking up your aunt? Her husband, Andre was held up by a late plane.”

“Ok, dad, no problem!’ Jason watched his dad move to the basement door and disappear into his man cave.

Turning to his mother, Jason said, “Mom you look amazing! You almost glow!”

Susan walked over to her son. She placed her flour covered hand on his cheek. He eyes were sad as she looked into his eyes.

“You so full of it! And if I am glowing, it’s because my baby is home!”

***

The rain increased as Jason made the short drive to his aunt’s apartment. He mulled over the stunning news of his mother’s pregnancy at 50. Something was nagging at the edge of his awareness. It was like when you can cannot quite remember a name or an address. You know that you know but you cannot quite pull it up.

He guided the truck into a space just outside his aunt apartment. As he stepped out of the truck, he felt the bite of cold on exposed skin. This could turn into a serious rainstorm. He tapped lightly on her kitchen door. He smiled as her heard the wail of his little cousin followed by his aunt’s cooing trying to calm the toddler. He must nearly four months old by now.

He heard the doorknob turn and had a big smile on his face as it opened.

“Jason! How are you, Sweety?” Helena spread her arms wide, preparing to hug her nephew.

“Aunt Helen! How are…?” The words froze in his mouth as he surveyed his aunt. She wore a multicolored muumuu. It hung low in the back but high in the front as it tried to cover her belly.

“Aunt Helen, are you pregnant?” The words stumbled out of Jason’s mouth.

Helen assayed a lop sided grin as she watched her nephew process the information overload he was experiencing.

“Yes, Jason, I am pregnant!” She reached out, took his hand and pulled him inside.

“But so is mom! How…who…I mean…!”

Helen watched as the light went on in Jason’s brain.

“Oh my god, no! You don’t mean…?” His finger pointed at Helen’s round belly. It then folded back and pointed at himself.

“Yes, Jason, it’s your baby!” Helen watched him closely. He was beginning to sway. She pointed at a kitchen chair. “Sit down, Baby! If you pass out, ain’t no way I can pick your big ass up!”

Jason slumped in the chair. The room moved around him as he tried to collect himself.

“But mom is pregnant also!” he said.

Helen slid into the chair next to her nephew. She took his hand in hers and began to stroke it.

“Yes, Susan is pregnant also!”

“Am I…?” He could not finish the sentence. Horror welled in his throat blocking the words.

“Yes, Jason, Susan and I are pregnant and you are the father!” niğde escort

The movement of the room accelerated. Jason felt himself losing consciousness. A sharp crack on his cheek snapped him back.

“We ain’t gona have none of that!” Helen was indignant.

With some difficulty, she reached up in cabinet and got a glass. She moved to the fridge, pushed the glass against the recess lever in the door and filled the glass with ice. She filled the glass with water and walked back to the kitchen table. She sat the ice water in front of Jason. Then she awkwardly slid back into her chair. She watched as he took a deep gulp. When he went to speak, she extended her hand, palm out, fingers spread and up.

“Hold it, she said, let me explain otherwise we might be here all night! Presumably I can skip the birds and bees conversation!” A smiled played across her lips as she raised one eyebrow questioningly.

She had him recall the night they had come home drunk. He nodded. She went on to explain that she had just had her six week checkup and was just starting on the pill.

“But…but mom?”

“Years ago your father had a vasectomy. Susan was on nothing!”

That was the niggling datum the Jason could not drag up. He knew Adam had a vasectomy.

“What did mom tell dad?”

“We lied,” Helen said blithely, “we told him that some guy got us high and took him some pussy! That is pretty close to the truth. He went looking for him but, thank god, he didn’t find him! And for me, I just adjusted the weeks a little and told Andre it was his”

“Why didn’t mom tell me?”

“She figured you would want to do the noble thing and accept responsibly. It is better your father and my husband not know the truth!”

Jason nodded at the ramifications of admitting incest with his aunt and mother.

“Ok, get my bags. I am staying the weekend with y’all! Andre just called. His flight just landed in San Jose and he is on his way.”

Jason scooped up his aunt’s bags and tossed them into the back of the truck. Then he helped his aunt and baby into the truck. The rain was much heavier now with reduced visibility as Jason crept down rain slick roads toward his parents’ house.

At one point, they were stuck at a traffic light. Helen jumped slightly.

“What’s wrong Auntie?”

Helen reached over, grabbed Jason’s hand and placed it on her belly.

“I get a little feeling sometimes, like popcorn popping, I think the baby is starting to move!”

Jason kept his right hand on Helen’s belly. Just as traffic started to move, he felt a sensation under his palm.

“Is that it,” he said excitedly.

Helen smiled and nodded at her nephew. She laid back in the seat, relishing the feel of her baby’s daddy, her nephew’s hand on her belly.

***

By the time Jason guided the F-150 into the driveway of his parent’s home, the rain hit with its full fury. Visibility was no more than a few feet. Jason opened the door of the truck and jumped to the ground. He moved quickly around the front of the truck, opened the door and helped his aunt out of the truck.

Helen clutched her baby tightly as she gingerly eased herself to the ground. Despite the cold driving rain, she felt warmth suffuse her body as Jason’s arm encircled her waist. They carefully negotiated the driveway.

Susan was concerned about her son and her sister. The rain was coming down heavily. She moved to the window facing the driveway, peering through the rain for her husband’s truck. She started as she felt Adam’s arms encircle her waist.

“Don’t worry, Momma, Jason’s a good driver. They will be ok!”

Susan let herself lay back against the strong broad chest of her husband. He was a good man, a good provider. How many men would accept his wife being pregnant by another man? How many men would still show her love and affection after this ultimate betrayal? She let herself cuddle in his strong arms. Dear god, she thought, even this good man would probably not accept his son fathering the child.

“There they are,” Susan cried!

They watched as the truck eased into the driveway. They saw Jason bound from the truck, run around and help Helen from the truck.

“I’ll get the door,” Adam said!

Susan felt a twinge of envy as she watched her son wrap his strong arms around her sister and help her up the driveway. She mentally shook herself, dropping those unhelpful thoughts. They were all in this together. Besides, she thought, I have Adam. A part of her mind was horrified at the implication of that thought. Does that mean that Helen has Jason??

***

Despite the flurry of activities associated with the holiday dinner, Jason managed to get a few minutes alone with his mom.

“Mom, I am so sorry about getting you pregnant!”

He was behind her, his arms wrapped around her ample ass and now matching belly. Susan let her head lay back on her son’s strong chest. She felt warm and protected.

“It’s not your fault, Baby!

“But ordu escort it is! If I hadn’t…!”

Susan clasped her son’s hands, pressing them tighter around her swollen womb.

“But we did! Moreover, we are all adults! Adults accept the responsibility for their actions. I…we…are having a baby! I will love and care for it just as hard as I loved and cared for its father!”

Jason felt his mom’s butt move slowly back and forth against his cock.

“Mom!!”

Susan giggled.

“Sorry Honey! But I just had a flash back to that night! Wowee doggy! That was some serious fucking we did that night!”

“MOM!!”

Susan managed to get her hand between them. She grabbed her son’s cock and gave it a squeeze.

“Now get out of here before an old woman loses control…AGAIN!!”

***

Jason lay nude on the futon in his father’s man cave. He had talked to Belle on the phone. She was spending Thanksgiving with her mother and aunt at her aunt’s farm. Over time, after several trips to visit him on campus, she had explained why she did not talk about her family.

After thirty years of marriage, her mother had left her father. She was living with her sister down by Watsonville. To add insult to injury, she was pregnant. Not only that but she refused to say who the father was. They were estranged for several months. However, as her mom’s time drew near, she was due next month, they reconciled. In fact, she was moving her mom back to Santa Cruz to live with her.

Jason had not mentioned it to her, but he planned to ask her to move in with him. Now he thought about his dad’s joke about the Chinese symbol for confusion, two women under one roof. He sighed heavily. Well, tomorrow he would drive up to Misty Valley to see his house. He shuddered as he realized he had to tell mom and Aunt Helen he was moving into his own place. He was not sure how they would take that!

His dad was sanguine, saying it was time for him to get out on his own. His father had ended their conversation, after they polished off a six pack, by reminding him that nothing was more important than family. “Family trumps all troubles, all people!” Adam said wagging one huge finger in his face.

Aunt Helen, Andre and their baby were using his room. Andre was over the moon with joy. For many years, he and Helen had wanted kids. Now BAM! BAM! They had one and another on the way. With a little help, Jason thought wryly.

He heard footsteps upstairs. The footsteps moved across the kitchen. He heard the door at the top of the stairs open. Slow, heavy steps made their way down the stairs. He turned to his side and raised his head on his elbow. In the dim glow, he could make out his mom’s shape.

“Is everything ok, mom?”

Susan moved over to the futon. She pushed her son’s legs aside and sat down heavily.

“I thought we should talk and this is the only chance we will have for the next few days!”

Susan glanced down and saw the outline of her son’s cock through the sheet. Coming down here was a bad idea. It had all seemed so clear when she was upstairs lying next to her husband, Adam. She would go downstairs and she and her son would have an adult conversation about their situation.

“Ok mom”

However, she realized now that what she really wanted was sex with her son. She flashed back to the pain/pleasure of Jason’s cock in her sex. She felt her pussy getting moist under her caftan.

“It’s important that you don’t let this change your life. Me and your father want you to finish college!”

Jason let one hand rest on his mom’s thigh. He gently stroked it up and down.

“I will, mom. I will need a lucrative career to take care of you and Aunt Helen. I want to be a good father to my children.”

Jason’s hand had pushed Susan’s caftan up. Now his hand was stroking the inside of her thigh, mere inches from the furnace that was his mom’s pussy. He could feel the heat on his fingers.

Susan knew she should stop him. She knew that she had to be the adult, try to maintain some propriety. She grabbed his hand but did not move it from her thigh but held it tightly.

“And…and, Susan moaned, we must…!?

Susan looked down and saw her hand was rubbing her son’s cock through the blanket. She watched in amazement as it grew.

“We must remember that we are mother and son. We must control our …needs!”

Susan slowly pulled the blanket down, exposing her son’s cock. She watched it grow as she slowly stroked it.

“Fuck, mom!”

Jason wilted under his mom’s withering glance.

“Watch your language, young man!”

“Ok, ok, but if we are going to talk you have to stop stroking me!”

Susan looked deep in her son’s eyes. Then her gaze trailed down to her hand encircling his cock. She leaned down, gently kiss the large mushroom head and let her tongue wander over his large slit. Jason gasped, his hips involuntarily thrusting up. With an effort of will, Susan sat up and released Jason’s cock. osmaniye escort

“Even though we have committed the ultimate disrespect of your father, we must not allow ourselves to carry this any further.”

She put a finger to his lips as he sat up to protest.

“No, no, you must listen to me!”

She jumped and her hand went to her belly. She kept it clasped there as the sensation ran through her womb. Realizing what was happening; she grabbed her son’s hand and placed it on her womb.

“That’s our baby! It’s moving for the first time!”

For the second time that day, Jason felt a child of his move in its mother’s womb. His gaze went from the miracle he felt with his hand to his mom’s almost beatific face. He raised up on one elbow and kissed her lightly on her cupid bow lips.

The feelings of love she felt for her unborn child and her son overwhelmed Susan. She returned his kiss with a tidal wave of passion. She took his head in both of her hands and let her tongue wander over the fullness of his lips. She was dimly aware that Jason had unzipped her caftan. It fell in folds around the plumpness of her womb.

Their tongues dueled in each other’s mouth as their passion built. He took her breast in his hand and kneaded it from the base to the diamond hard tip that was her nipple. He gloried in her sharp intake of breath and lustful moans. This was his woman and he wanted her.

Jason’s other hand moved from her womb to the blast furnace heat of her sex. Through her neatly trimmed fur, he lightly stroked her swollen labia. His fingers came away coated in the slick, thick goo of her arousal. The aroma of her arousal permeated the close confines of the man cave.

Susan’s pelvis began a slow pulsing up and down as her son’s finger ran up and down her engorged pussy lips. As his finger moved across her enlarged clit, she felt a squirt of love juice from her pussy. She recalled when she was pregnant with Jason how she was always horny, wearing poor Adam out.

Jason felt his mother’s juices hit the palm of his hand. He let one finger slowly enter her. He felt her head drop to his shoulder as she fucked his finger. He gasped as he felt her reflexively grab his cock and squeeze it.

“Oh baby,” Susan moaned,” you make momma feel so good!”

She took his head in her hands and pushed him down, down to her needy pussy. She needed to be licked! She needed to feel her son’s mouth on her pussy.

Jason slid to the floor, planting kissed on the roundness of her belly. He kissed his way around its girth and found her hairy hole.

Susan lay back crossways on the bed, her legs spreading to allow her son access. She heard a scream and realized it was her scream reacting to her son’s kisses on her labia. She gripped his head, forcing him deeper between her full thighs.

Jason’s tongue flicked lightly at his mother’s clit. It had swollen to the size of the first joint of his ring finger. With each flick of his tongue, Susan shivered. He felt her thighs quiver, they clamped painfully hard against his head. Suddenly his face was drenched in her ejaculate. Jason sputtered as her juices filled his mouth and nose.

A light sheen of sweat covered Susan’s body as she lay back on the futon after her orgasm. One hand grasped her belly instinctively. Her breaths came in short hard gasps. Her legs relaxed, freeing her son from the vise of her thighs.

Susan raised her head to see her lover. She saw his face and hair dripping her juices and began to giggle.

In mock anger, Jason wiped his face with his open hand.

“You did this, mom!”

Susan could not stop giggling at her son’s appearance.

“I’m sorry, baby, you just look so funny!”

Jason rose to his knees between his mom’s thighs. He let the head of his meat touch his mom’s pussy lips. With one hand, he gripped it at the root and moved it up and down between the swollen, goo dripping lips of her womanhood.

“For laughing at me, you are going to have to beg to get this!”

“Look, boy,” Susan tittered,” I been doing this a lot longer than you and I ain’t never begged for no cock!”

Jason let the head large mushroom head of his cock push lightly into his mom’s love canal. When her hips involuntarily thrust up to receive him, he pulled back. His eyes moved from her face, showing lust and frustration to her pussy. It lay gaped open, her labia quivering.

“Say please, mom, say please stick it in!”

Jason could barely contain himself. Every fiber of his being cried out to ram his tool deep into this most inviting of all love canals. He knew they would fuck eventually but he wanted his mother to beg for it. He wanted to control, however briefly, this strong dynamic woman. He rubbed the head over her clit and then moved it between her pussy lips down to the peritoneum. He heard her groan loudly as he pressed against her starfish.

“No, gawdammit, I won’t beg, I won’t!”

“You know you want it! Say it mom, say it!”

“Aww fuck, baby, fuck, I need you, I need you, I need you!” Please stick it in mommy, PLEASE!!

Jason smiled broadly, as he let his cock slide slowly into the streaming cauldron of his mom’s cunt. His reward was a low lustful groan. As he continued to slide his length into her sex, she raised up and stuck her tongue out at him.

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I had a most unusual set of relationships for the next eight weeks. I was dating Ally, doing similar things to what I’d done with her sisters up until that fateful Saturday night when The Discovery was made. I was also sleeping and making love with her sisters on a nightly basis. We proved to be an oversexed lot. I thought our sex would taper off as some of the NRE wore off, but if anything we got hornier and made love more often as we got more comfortable with each other and more spontaneous.

I had started to workout again, and after talking to my doctor I started to take some supplements that he thought would give me greater stamina and endurance in a sexual way. He laughed at my suggestions about Viagra or Cialis; he explained I didn’t have the problem of ED that they solved. Anyway, after a month on that regime, I was pleasing Fran and Sheila more frequently.

The triad did their second and third monthly reviews about how we were doing at living together. We had a few minor suggestions here and there, but most of the things that bugged us we were addressing on the spot rather than waiting for the monthly sit down. We invited Ally to be present for our third meeting so she could see how we were running the triad. She was impressed and told us so after we broke up to go to dinner.

By the end of the third month living with Fran and Sheila, I had also progressed quite far in getting to know Ally, both intellectually and physically. I had succumbed to one of her world-record breaking blowjobs, and Fran was right, Ally should be in porn. I tried to duplicate her feat in a return match when I displayed my cunnilingus skills over an entire evening in her apartment.

So it was at the end of October, when we prepared for our fourth monthly ‘How Goes It’ meeting, that I talked to Sheila and Fran ahead of time. We unanimously and enthusiastically agreed that Ally should join us.

We’d invited Ally to be with us again for the relationship review meeting, and we also planned a little stage play just for her benefit. Ally arrived right a five-thirty on Friday as planned, and we sat around in a circle in the living room. As before, I sort of emceed the meeting asking what we all liked about the past month or more of living together, and what we’d change.

Fran picked up her role nicely, “I want to address something that needs changing. I think you two fuck too much.” She pointed at Sheila and me. “Morning, noon, and night you always have your prick in her pussy – you’re like fucking rabbits. I know she’s a slut and loves cock, but why couldn’t you at least share some dick with me. Maybe I should just go trolling on the street to see what strange cock I could find and bring him back here to show you what you two look like. Or, maybe I should talk to that lesbian couple upstairs; maybe one of them will come down while you’re fucking and give me a few orgasms. One way or another though, things have got to change. I want my share of the orgasms around here.”

Sheila spat at her sister, “Who’re you calling a slut? You’d spread your legs for any two-bit tomboy that happened to walk by. I watched you do it in high school and college, and now you’re wanting to do it again. Now, who’s the slut? I was the goody-goody then so I deserve my share the cock being shared around this place. You have that huge collection of vibrators and dildos beside the bed, why don’t you shove a couple of those up your cunt and jill off, Miss Holier Than Thou?”

I acted to calm the waters (as agreed), “Please let’s not get into the argument about who’s getting more sex. I thought we agreed to be spontaneous about when and with whom we made love. When I’ve been ready, Sheila just happens to have been available. How about the two of you kiss and make up?”

I cast a sideways glance at Ally. Her mouth was hanging open at the lengthy diatribes each sister made about the other.

Sheila and Fran both stood up. Sheila said in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “You want orgasms, you’ve got orgasms.” She leaned forward and ripped the skirt off of Fran, and as Fran started to feign surprise also jerked her thong down her legs. As Fran tried to walk, the underwear impeded her stride; she fell backwards onto the sofa.

Sheila had shed her skirt too, and was naked from the waist down. She moved next to Fran, tossed one leg over Fran’s head and lowered her pussy to Fran’s mouth, and she brought her mouth to Fran’s cunt. The two started to munch on each other in a noisy but sexually satisfying way. The apparent anger of a moment ago had turned into an arousing sixty-nine.

Ally’s jaw was dragging on the floor she was so astounded by what had happened in less than two minutes.

I was rapping on the table, as a good moderator would do. “Ladies. Ladies. We have a meeting to conduct. Couldn’t you do that later?”

Fran’s voice rang out, “Oh, hell no, I’m almost there.” She paused and added, “Will you get undressed and bring me some cock. This time I get your cum.”

On that note, I stood and maraş escort started to peel off my shirt and slacks.

Ally stood and backed up almost all the way to the front door. I didn’t want her to leave.

As the last of my clothing hit the floor, I turned to Ally, “Well, get out of those clothes. You’re never going to fit into this foursome from today on, if you’re dressed all the time.”

The words took a moment to register. “Huh?” Some color came back in Ally’s cheeks, “Did you mean that?” She panted in anticipation of what she hoped would be the words she wanted to hear.

I went and held her, my cock poking her in the side. I kissed her tenderly. “Ally, we want you with us all the time. Please don’t leave from here on out. This is now your home … with us. We were just play acting to get your attention. We want you.”

Tears flowed down Ally’s cheeks and she clutched onto me for dear life. “OH GOD! I’m so glad.” She pulled away and looked at her sisters who were now sitting side by side on the sofa looking very pleased with themselves. Ally asked, “That was all an act, right?”

Fran and Sheila both nodded.

Ally laughed. “I actually believed that … and then it just seemed incredulous that you’d say those things that way to each other. I’ve heard you be mad, but never like that.”

Both rose and came to Ally. Each girl kissed Ally with a sense of love and passion.

Fran said, “Ally, you are a dear sister to us, and we want you to be more. We want you as a sister and as a lover. We want you to share in the joy we find with each other and the happiness we feel here in each other’s arms and in each other’s company.”

Sheila continued, “I second that. I have so wanted to hold you and make love to you in a physical way since we started to think about this group situation. I know that’ll be another leap for you, but all in good time. We love you dearly and I hope you’ll be part of our family.”

Ally was crying in joy. I had a few tears too. I hugged and kissed Ally, and then I started to laugh. I was naked. Fran and Sheila wore nothing from the waist down, and scant clothing on top.

I took Ally’s hand. “May I make love to you?”

“OH GOD, YES,” Ally practically shouted as she pushed deeper into my arms.

I winked at Fran and Sheila, and then led Ally to our bedroom. I removed her clothing in seconds, and after a modicum of foreplay I moved to really make love to her without hesitation, conditions, or reservations.

Neither of us lasted very long before our orgasms claimed our bodies. We lay together with me still inside her quim, kissing and cooing words of love at each other.

Fran’s naked body snuggled in behind me, and Sheila spooned in behind Ally. I smiled at Ally and asked, “I bet you never felt a woman’s breasts against your back, have you?”

Ally smiled back, “No, and it is something that will make this day so special the rest of my life.” She looked over her shoulder at Sheila; “Thank you. I love you.” She pulled one of Sheila’s hands across her body so it could cup one of her breasts. I watched and felt her writhe in joy.

Sheila slithered down the bed, and I then felt her hand remove my flaccid member from Ally’s pussy. Ally rolled onto her back, and Sheila started to feast on her pussy using both tongue and fingers. Fran left my side to join in the treats her sister offered. Ally started to moan, and after only a few minutes she came for the first time from sapphic attention to her sex.

Fran moved so she could kiss Ally, and the pair embraced, with Fran’s hands rubbing and pinching at Ally’s full breasts and nipples, as Sheila continued to lap and tongue her pussy.

Ally told Fran, “You taste of pussy. I guess of my pussy. That sort of grosses me out, but at the same time … my God, I’m so aroused that I never want any of you to stop making love to me.”

After inducing another orgasm, Sheila came up to also kiss Ally. Fran and Sheila surrounded her with love.

Ally asked, “Is Steve going to make love to you two tonight?”

Fran answered, “No, tonight is all about you and your pleasure. Consider it your initiation into our circle of love. After this, as we explained, we share as best we can. No one keeps score, except to say how they feel or express what they want from one of the others.”

Ally leaned up and kissed Fran. “Thank you, dear sister. This is so decadent. I love it. I love you guys – all of you.” She extended her arm past Fran to where I lay on the bed watching the trio.

I had been idly stroking myself as I watched the incestuous sapphic loving. I had hardened, so I offered my services.

Ally said, “Oh, please. Can I be on top this time? I want to watch you cum, and be able to watch whatever my sisters are doing.” She mounted me, and we slowly began the oscillations of our bodies that signaled our love and connection to each other.

Beside us, Fran and Sheila kissed and made out, their hands busy with mardin escort each other’s cunts. After a few minutes, the pair sixty-nined again, and we had a ringside seat as they brought pleasure to each other. I seen them before, so I knew they were putting on a sex show for the two of us, but I’d let Ally figure that out for herself.

After another round of orgasms, we went to dinner to celebrate our newest arrival. After dinner we came back home, I made love to Ally again as Fran and Sheila fucked each other with some of the toys. We then straightened out the bedding, turned out the light, and went to sleep. I held Ally in my arms. In the middle of the night, I slipped my cock into her quim again and slowly pumped another load into her about twenty minutes later, amid her groans and whispered words of love.

* * * * *

“Oh, come on, let’s do it. It’s only for one weekend. I’ll even pay for us all to go.” Fran tried to be very convincing.

‘It’ was a couples’ retreat about Conscious Relationships and Tantric Sex. I was skeptical about the value of an autumn weekend with daytimes spent in a hotel conference room out on Cape Cod. I had sort of thought about taking a late fall foliage drive with the girls out of the city towards the western mountains in the state or down to Mystic Seaport.

As a last ditch effort to not go, I said, “Well, we’re not a ‘couple,’ were a group or crowd or something else.”

Fran said, “I talked to Dee, the woman who runs part of the retreat, and I explained our relationships to her. She is very enthusiastic about our attending, particularly because it sends messages to the other attendees about getting out of their rut and doing something unusual like we do living and loving together.”

I got outvoted, so the following weekend, we braved Friday rush hour traffic and headed to the hotel on the Cape where we’d stay two nights. I probably would have gone anyway despite the vote. I worried that our relationships were too peaceful and sanguine, at least compared to those of the work colleagues I knew well enough to have a peek into their marriages or partnerships.

As a circle of four people, we were a pretty loving and affectionate group of people. One of us might get scolded by the others for forgetting to let them know they’d miss dinner, or telling us they were going to join up with friends on the spur of the moment. Other than that the four of us motored along, day by day, without discord. That state of affairs bothered me, partly because I recalled my parents constantly bickering.

We checked into the hotel where we had a single room with a king-size bed, just like home. We joined up with the group in a corner of the hotel’s dining room, spending a few minutes with introductions as we got a glass of wine. We shared a late dinner with the about twenty others attending the workshop, and also enjoyed an hour lecture on the presenter’s interpretation of Tantrism and Tantric sex. I got lost in some of the Indian or eastern religious terminology, but Dee and Roger, the workshop facilitators, then simplified and westernized the practice, explicitly adding in their own findings, experiments, and practices to what they taught. Despite being a little tired from work, I paid rapt attention, maybe because the topic was about sex and the topic was well and openly presented.

Repeatedly, Roger stressed the point about making multi-dimensional connections with your partner – mind, body, and spirit, at all levels of consciousness. He also talked about chakras and the flow of the body’s love energy between two lovers. Dee then talked about using yoga, meditation, and breathing to control our earth-bound bodies in the lovemaking process. They both stressed that we’d get deeper into these concepts the following day and Sunday morning.

I made love to my three partners back in the room, at least mentally devoting a portion of my thinking to our connections. After finishing, I did feel a greater closeness to each of them.

Saturday morning our class started with a stark meal of fruit and juices. We were purifying ourselves as part of the Tantric process. We then did some yoga, working with our partner, and then went through a guided meditation for twenty minutes. I paired with Sheila, and Fran and Ally worked together. After a short break, I had Ally, and after another break Fran. The others in the workshop studied us carefully as we interacted; I felt on display but not uncomfortable. There was good mojo in the room. We were all trying to learn how to improve our relationships and sexuality.

Roger then taught us about touch and gestures during the lovemaking, and Dee talked about using words and phrases to elevate each other’s thinking. She bluntly talked about what I call ‘dirty talk,’ and its place in the bedroom, encouraging its use. Roger then talked about the forces that act on us when we make love, teaching us how to use simple meditation and centering to purge the negative forces and vibrations mersin escort from our consciousness so we can focus on our loved one.

Dee taught us two forms of meditation, and I really got into each of them and felt myself transported to a higher plane or dimension of consciousness. She then talked specifically about consciousness, emphasizing that we use consciousness to manifest our reality. I found purity in the way she talked about the subject. Throughout all the talks we were doing short exercises together: touching, whispering to each other, or just being inside the other’s personal space.

After a purifying vegetarian lunch we broke into groups of men and women. Roger took the men to a breakout room. In that room he led us in meditation again, and then taught us how to control the way we have sex.

At first, I couldn’t believe what Roger promised: the ability to orgasm repeatedly without ejaculation, and thus end a lovemaking session; the ability to make love for indefinite periods of time; and the ability to deliver countless orgasms to one’s partner, even propelling her to a state of near constant bliss. He also talked about the female body and key erogenous zones we should understand, including the G-spot and A-spot.

For another hour, Roger led us through various exercises and taught us mindsets dealing with mind over matter – our conscious thought controlling our bodies to do exactly what we want them to do. I felt dramatically empowered when we rejoined the women back in the original conference room.

Dee and Roger explained to the overall group what had transpired in each group while we’d been apart. The women had been learning the importance of sexual union in a ritual context, about paired polarity, and of harmony during and around a divine joining of bodies. We did a few more exercises to emphasize certain parts of what had been covered.

At this point, Roger and Dee talked specifically about how to have intercourse. The discussion was not clinical, but it wasn’t bawdy either. They tried to pull much of what we’d talked about together in a coherent lesson. Many of us asked questions. They talked of erogenous zones again, this time having us touch and stimulate each other in class, at least for those zones that didn’t require significant under clothing stimulation. The more we did, the more the class members relaxed with each other.

We were then sent off to our rooms to make love with our partner. Of course, I had three partners to please so had the extra task of extending the workshop material to a group setting.

I got into the physical union with Fran to begin with. We used the techniques and felt the ebb and flow of energy between our bodies, and the closeness it brought to us. After I had brought Fran to a climax, Ally took her place and we repeated the techniques and rituals we’d been taught. I came to the edge of a climax repeatedly, but could back away from ejaculating just the way Roger taught.

After Ally climaxed, Sheila and I made love at a new level of union and consciousness. This time I allowed myself to climax in her body as she climaxed, as the final wave of ritual and union swept over both of us.

The four of us were a little late for dinner, and we all blushed when we caught up with the others. The reason for our delay had been obvious because of my extra workload.

The Saturday evening part of the workshop was spent going around the room as each couple commented or asked questions about the time they had spent together. I found it strangely erotic to know and hear about each couple making love, and then openly talking about their experiences with the workshop techniques.

Of course, when it came to the four of us everyone in the room leaned forward to hear what we would have to say. I commented on success in holding off my real climax to the end with Sheila, but how I didn’t feel any intervening orgasms. Several other men nodded indicating they were having a similar experience. Roger spoke about the techniques again, and how to re-experience the orgasm process within a short time.

Ally commented on the intensity of her orgasm, a truly peak experience for her. Several other women nodded in agreement. Fran had gotten a little lost in the ritual and lost sight several times of the union. Sheila talked of the metaphysical experience she’d had, mentioning an out of body experience at one point. Dee and Roger commented on each of their remarks.

We broke at nine-thirty and were urged to repeat our lovemaking before sleep. I liked that idea, and that’s exactly what we did.

Sunday morning, we did another round of yoga and meditation, followed by more questions and discussion. We learned a few new techniques, talked about the Kama Sutra, and flirting with other partners. Then to my surprise, Roger and Dee suggested that we join with someone in the group who we didn’t know and try some of the techniques.

People in the group were caught off guard with the idea, and I could see some of the other men and women bristling at the idea of open sex. Roger and Dee explained that each couple could go as far as they wanted, and that there were no preconceived limits or limitations on us. They suggested that we talk openly with our partners before we went off with a relative stranger.

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Tom and Jay were working their usual night tending bar at what they called, “The West End Casino.” It was one of three casino’s on the resort Island where the clients could play their favorite game. They got to see a lot working the night shift. Black men would come in with beautiful women on each arm. They even got to know a few of the black clients and called them by name. One guy in particular was a regular at the resort. His name was Ernie. Ernie flew in and out of the resort once every couple weeks to checkout the new stock of women that were always arriving.

He was becoming good friends with Jay and Tom telling them stories of some of the women he fucked over the past three years he’d been coming to the resort. He even pointed out a few to the guys as each woman casually walked near the bar.

Tonight he pointed out a lovely redhead he’d fucked the last trip he’d made to the Island. She was marked for breeding now. Ernie wasn’t into breeding the ladies. There was too much money involved which is how the resort made all it’s money. He just wanted to bang’em than move onto something fresh.

Ernie was the typical client who loved to scoop out the new white men working the floor. He knew it wouldn’t be long before their ex’s would be turned out to work the floor once their training was complete. Ernie took notes from the new men. He’d write down names and appearance as the guys would spill their guts to him.

He knew everything about Chantal and Dawn. He checked the board everyday he was there looking for the usual photos they posted on all the new women that cam available. He’d ride the new guys without them even knowing. One of the guys who worked the bar early in the afternoon was named Denny. This was Denny’s third month at the resort.

Ernie couldn’t wait to fuck his ex. Her name is Monica. She has dark hair, large breasts with a perfect round Jay-Lo size ass and dark eyes. Ernie told Denny he was looking out for him by fucking Monica. He said he wanted to keep the other guys away from her. In reality that wasn’t possible at Eban but what the fuck did Ernie care.

He’d fuck with Denny’s head all the time telling him what a great fuck Monica was and how she could swallow his hot load licking her lips with a big smile. He knew he was breaking Denny’s heart each time he told a story about her.

As the evening progressed, Tom and Jay kept busy serving clients and watching the interaction between some of the black men they were getting to know and the divorcees’.

Tom was busy on his end of the bar carefully wiping the spots off glasses and lined them up behind the bar. Jay was serving drinks down at kütahya escort the other end when Tom heard a faint whisper coming from behind him. He turned and saw a redhead seated on the last stool.

Tom turned completely around and smiled at the gorgeous woman. “May I help you miss?”

She nervously shifted her eyes around making sure nobody was watching. Tom noticed the name on the charm bracelet. “Susan.”

Susan was extremely nervous as she sat on that bar stool. Tom waited for a reply for several moments until she finally uttered.

“I’d like to have a drink, please. Um…..a Pina Colada.”

Tom smiled. “I’ll have that ready in a moment for you Miss.” Tom wasn’t allowed to call the divorcees’ by name. He had to refer to them as Miss. Tom was getting good at making these tropical drinks. He prepared the drink for Susan and turned around and placed it on a napkin on the bar sliding it directly in front of the gorgeous redhead.

“Thank you.” Susan was being polite. Tom smiled and was about to turn around and continue wiping glasses when she hesitantly spoke again.

“Your name is Tom?”

Tom wore his name tag on his uniform. “Yes Miss, that’s correct.

Susan nervously looked around knowing she wasn’t supposed to continue a conversation with the servants.

“Um…….My husband….I mean my ex…husband works here at the bar.”

Tom waited for Susan to finish. He also noticed a black man seated not far from the bar keeping watch of the gorgeous redhead.

“Uh…..His name is Mike. Do you know him?”

Tom smiled. “Yes. Mike’s usually here in the afternoon. He came in about the same time as my friend and me.”

Susan took a sip of her drink still looking very nervous. “Tell him I said hello and I miss him. Can you do that for me? Tell him that Susan loves him very much.”

“I’d be very happy to relate that message to Mike for you Miss.”

Susan smiled feeling a bit of relief knowing that Tom was going to forward her message to her ex-husband. She sat nervously sipping her drink as Tom decided to wipe glasses facing in her direction.

Susan kept looking Tom’s way and finally added. “This is my first day working the floor.”

Tom took another look at her bracelet and noticed only her name appeared on the charm. That meant she couldn’t have been fucked yet. Tom carefully kept watch making sure nobody else was watching them other than that black guy seated a few feet away.

“Listen. Miss? Do you happen to know a blonde named Chantal?”

Susan smiled. “Yes. I know a Chantal. She shares an apartment with Dawn.”

Tom malatya escort started getting excited now. “Yes. That the one. We came into the resort with Dawn and her husband.”

Susan kept smiling and said. “That would be Jay. Dawn’s ex.”

Tom was really excited now. “Yes. That’s Jay down at the other end of the bar.” Tom started to think than said. “Hey. Uh. Miss. Do you think it might be possible to tell Chantal I love her and miss her very much?”

Susan giggled as she kept sipping that drink. “Looks like we can both do each other a favor, can’t we Tom?”

“Yes Miss. I would be very happy if you could pass that onto my wife.”

Susan quickly corrected Tom. :Your ex-wife.”

Tom nodded his head agreeing to the correction Susan just made. Susan sat her drink down on the bar and leaned forward saying.

“You know that Chantal and Dawn will be working the floor later this afternoon for their first time.”

Tom gulped as he heard what Susan just said. “Is that right Miss?”

Susan was about to reply when that black dude sat down next to Susan and started talking to her. Tom quickly moved away with the towel in one hand and the glass in the other. Tom noticed that Susan looked frightened although she was trying to smile as the black dude put his arm around her waist.

The black dude suddenly looked up at Tom. “Bartender. We’d like a couple drinks here.”

“What would you like sir?”

“Uh….Give us a couple, Sex on the beach.”

“Coming right up sir.” Tom turned on got busy making those drinks. 1-½ ounces of Peach Schnapps, 1 ½ ounces of Vodka, 2 ounces of Cranberry Juice, 2 ounces of Orange Juice 2 ounces of Pineapple Juice. Tom kept a note book with all these drinks on hand. Tom finished preparing the drinks and turned around to set them on the bar and noticed Susan was locked in a heated passionate kiss with this black dude.

“Here we are sir.”

The black dude barely acknowledged Tom with his hand and kept kissing Susan poking his tongue deep inside her mouth. His arm was circled completely around the petite redhead with huge breasts. Tom noticed his finger tips were gently caressing her breast from under her arm. The dudes other hand was down below the bar so Tom couldn’t see what was going on. Surely he must have had that other hand down on her naked thigh or even perhaps between her lovely legs.

Tom turned his back for just a few seconds and looked back only to see Susan and her new man walking together toward the gaming tables drinks in hand. Tom would at least forward Susan’s message to Mike when he saw him.

A bit later manisa escort that afternoon Tom saw Jay walking toward his end of the bar. Mike was with him. Mike was one of the men that would relieve them. It was almost time for their dinner break.

“What’s up buddy? You ready to break for dinner?”

Tom replied. “Yeah. I’ll be ready to leave in a second.” Tom smiled at Mike.

“How’s it hang-in Mike?”

Mike laughed. “Your funny pale.” The guys liked to joke around considering their situation.

“Hey. I spoke with a gorgeous redhead a couple hours ago. Her name was Susan.”

Mike’s eyes opened wide as he starred at Tom.

“Susan was here? She’s working the floor now? What did she say?…… How did she look?….. Is she alright?”

Mike smiled as he patted Mike on the shoulder. “She’s fine, Mike. She told me to tell you she loved you very much and she misses you.”

Mike was excited as he replied looking wide eyed and happy like he just won the lottery. “Susan told you that? What else did she say.”

Tom replied. “That’s about the extent of it except that today was her first day working the floor. She looked just fine.”

Tom didn’t want to mention how nervous and upset she appeared.

“How long did she stay? Was she right here at the bar?”

Tom replied. “Yes. I served her a drink. I think a couple as a matter of fact. I told her you were going to be working her this afternoon.”

Mike looked excited. “Oh my God. Maybe I’ll see her today. You think she might come back, Tom? Do you think my Susan will come back?”

Tom didn’t want to get Mike anymore excited than he was. “You have to remember Mike. Susan has to work the area they tell her to work. She really didn’t say if she was going to be in this area or not.”

Mike looked a little disappointed now as he faced the floor. Tom tried to cheer him up.

“Look Mike. Susan might return. You never know. It’ll give you something to watch out for tonight. Listen. Jay and I are going to dinner. We’ll see you shortly.”

“OK Tom. Hay…..Thanks for telling me what Susan said. You and Jay have a good dinner.”

Tom nodded at Jay letting him know he was ready to leave for dinner. They entered the servant passage directly behind the bar. They headed toward the servant dinning area.

“Mike’s ex told me that Dawn and Chantal were working the floor tonight.”

Tom had Jay’s attention now.

“She told you that?”

“Yeah. Susan told me tonight was there first day on the floor and that she came into the resort at the same time as us.”

Jay’s head started spinning as he thought about Dawn.

Tom kept looking at him as they slowly walked down the hallway toward the dinning room.

“Jay. What do you say we go and checkout the computer board after dinner and have a look at their profiles?”

Jay seemed upset now as he replied. “Yeah. Sure. That sounds like an excellent idea.”

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Lisa was enjoying the last couple of months with the new arrangement of having 4 sexually charged black men living in her house. They ranged in age from mid twenties to early fifties, all had large cocks, some thicker, some longer, but all big. One or two could last forever, others could cum and get hard again very quickly. She liked knowing that the cocks got hard for HER, and that she made them cum and that all their lust was for her and she was the reason for that lust. There was certainly no shortage of lust in the house. Every time she fucked someone, whoever was around would get hard and want to fuck her too. Eventually that would mean that all the guys would end up wherever she was, and all of them would take turns and would get hard again watching her get fucked. Her pussy was insatiable and was always wanting more cock. Well, more black cock. She never would have imagined sex could be this way and that she could be such a slut for black cock. She was even enjoying sex with Jason more too, which was a surprise.

Her husband, Jason, seemed to be adapting well, he was getting more sex from her than ever. She was worried that they weren’t spending enough alone time together, and offered to do date nights, but Jason insisted that he was enjoying the fact that Lisa was getting all her fantasies fulfilled. He figured that there was plenty of time for date nights, right now he was preferring the sex nights. He was getting one on one sex every morning, and then more sex at night and a whole lot more on weekends.

Lisa had to admit the sex nights were awesome! Actually she considered the sex nights were the weekend nights, the weekday nights were filled with sex, as were the mornings, but the weekend nights went most the night and it was with all the men. She had sex with each of the men about twice each day, mostly one on one in the morning, but usually with all of them at night. Now she and Jason were planning on a new house which would accommodate all them and the house design would have sex as the focus. They had a black architect who was familiar with the lifestyle and promised a design which would promote the lifestyle. Plus he knew a few all black construction companies to build the house.

Lisa was to meet with the Architect today, his name was Robert. Her and the men had all decided on a floor plan for the house already, Robert wanted to meet with her to find out a few detail s and help him decide which construction company he should select. She was to meet him downtown in his office late morning, after the guys had all left. All morning when she was with the each of the guys she couldn’t help but wonder what was in store for her that day. Her mind was racing with the possibilities, and even though she was completely distracted by the thoughts, she came as hard as ever for each of the guys.

She always ended the morning with Jerome, who worked a second shift and slept until she had had the others. She started each morning with her husband, Jason, then moved on to the cousins Jarvis and Marvin who tagged teamed her for a couple of hours each morning. After they had each cum twice (usually) she moved on to Garland, who had the biggest cock and lasted the longest. In fact it was Garland who was the impetuous for her current situation. Garland was her favorite, he had the biggest cock, lasted the longest and had the biggest load. Plus, and a big plus, he was the most attractive and had the most muscular body.

After Garland was done fucking her, she moved on to Jerome, who was the oldest and had the longest cock of the group. He always wanted sex that was more sensual and more intimate. Fucking always involved a lot of kissing, a lot of body contact and a lot of talk about how she was the best thing to ever happen to his big black cock. Once Jerome was done, she had been fucked for a couple of hours and had usually taken 7 loads. The first couple of weeks it was all she could handle, but now it was beginning to feel like it was just a warm up. She was getting more cock and cum each day than most woman got in a whole week or even a whole month

More sex was the reason they all were looking at building this house which they could all share, one that promoted and encouraged sexual activity.

She got to Robert’s kırşehir escort office and was invited in. Robert was a tall stately black man, shaved bald, with broad shoulders. She knew a little of his background, knew that he was a long time bull for many hot wives. He frequently commented that he was going to have her and once she had his cock it was going to introduce her to a reality of black cock that she had never known. She couldn’t imagine being more horny for black cock than she already was. She was tingling and wet already by the time she entered his office. Robert rose from behind his desk to greet her and gave her a warm lingering hug. She could feel his semi erect cock as he hugged her, it reached more than half way down his thigh.

Robert let her go and asked, “Lisa, you have just started your journey in the hot wife lifestyle, specifically a very special part of being a hot wife, and that is a hot wife for big black cock.”

He continued, “The further you take your journey, the more pleasurable it will be, but it also means the further you go, the less likely you will be to stop, ever. Before you continue your journey, I want to find out if you are willing to go to and stay at the next stage of your journey. In order to build this house, and have my name on the design, I need to know how dedicated you are.”

With that, he pushed her down into a chair and unzipped is pants. He proceeded to pull out the biggest semi erect cock she had ever seen.

Robert spoke again, “You are going to deep throat my cock until I cum, if you can’t deep throat my cock, we are done here. If you can, and take all my load down your throat, then you will take my entire cock in your pussy and I will fuck you until I cum. I expect you to orgasm each time you take my load, that is, when I pump my cum down your throat, I expect you to cum. When I pump your pussy full of my seed, I expect you to cum. You have to be able to take all of my cock and all of my cum. If you can do that you will have turned a corner, and there will be no going back. Once you have done what I ask, you will always be insatiably horny for big black cock, you will always cum from big black cock and you will always cum from making a big black cock cum.”

With that he moved his cock to her face. She grabbed his cock and with some difficulty, took his semi erect cock down her throat. She could feel it begin to stiffen, she wanted to prove to him that she handle him and show him how good she was. His cock started to swell and grow. It was getting to a size she had never handled before and she wasn’t sure she could do it. She started to freak out at the thought that this whole house thing might be over. She felt bad because she thought she really was experienced at pleasuring big black cock. She thought living with 4 bbcs and getting fucked by them every day proved she was ready for this new level of a black cock slut, she couldn’t imagine not being ready for it. She couldn’t guess what woman who were ready for it were like.

As if reading her thoughts, Robert commented, “Lisa, not every woman can do this, and not every woman is cut out for this lifestyle, if you really want this you will figure it out. It’s about letting your desires control your body, using your desire to make your body do things it normally can’t.”

She relaxed her mouth and throat, pulled his cock almost all the way out and got a breath of air. She sucked his cock head for a bit until he was throbbing hard. His enormous cock head filled her mouth and stretched her jaw wide open. She relaxed and took as much as she could only getting about half his huge cock in her. She imagined her nose pressing against him and his balls on her chin, she focused on what that would feel like as she tried once more, sliding his cock deeper and deeper down her throat eventually feeling his balls against her chin. She held his cock in her throat, marveling at her accomplishment.

She needed air and just before she slid him out, Robert grabbed her head and pressed his cock down her throat.

“There you go bitch, you are on your way, feel the length of my cock down your throat, think about the only thing you want to do is to make it shoot and fill your belly with cum” kocaeli escort He said

He let go of her head and she slid him out to get a breath of air. The second time down her throat was easier and she held him deep for a bit and then began to slowly slide him out and all the way in. It got easier and easier to take his huge cock down her throat and the more she slid his cock balls deep down her throat the wetter she got. Soon her clit was tingling so hard it was starting to distract her.

Seeing that she was taking his cock with ease, Robert grabbed her head and took control of the pace, slowly sliding his cock all the way in, holding it deep, then bumping it with short thrusts as her teeth pressed against his pubic bone. Every 30 seconds he pulled out so she could get air. He started to pick up his pace sliding all the way in and almost all the way out in regular strokes. Lisa was clearly turned on as she started moaning the entire time, she grabbed his ass and pulled him in at the end of each thrust. She began to feel like she just couldn’t get enough of his cock. She knew for a fact she was at her limit for size, she just felt she couldn’t get enough contact with his cock. She felt like she wanted to absorb his cock into her whole being and have it there forever.

“That’s it bitch, take my black nigger dick down your throat. I could tell you were meant for this cock, I knew it the first time I saw you that my cock would be resting all the way down your throat. Soon you feel it pump a load of black seed in you.”

Lisa moaned as she sucked hard on his cock head to get a good taste of pre-cum. The taste and feel of it on her tongue made her groan in anticipation of what was to come.

“You are a good cock sucker! I was hoping that was the case, I want this cock to bring you further on your journey, just cum for me as I shoot my load, then we will fuck.” He exclaimed

All Lisa wanted was to feel him shoot his load, she was so horny, she desperately wanted to feel his cock start to spasm. She grabbed his balls with her left hand and began foundling their huge size. They were so big and she couldn’t wait to take what they had stored in them. The thought of Robert’s balls emptying themselves in her almost made her cum, she felt she was on the edge and was confident that she would pass the first part of Robert’s requirements. She felt Robert’s cock swell and get even harder, she knew he was ready.

Robert cried out “AH YES! You fucking slut! Take my load! Take it! AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

With that his cock started to spasm as he pressed his cock deep. Lisa felt his cock spasm and her own orgasm started. She came as he shot spurt after spurt of cum down her throat, his balls emptying their enormous volume of cum in her.

She had never cum from just sucking cock, she was always turned on by it, but never thought she could cum that way. She felt different somehow, almost like Robert’s cock had some kind of power over her. She loved the fact that she came just by giving him pleasure, knowing that she made him cum and that he expected her to make him cum.

Robert pulled his cock out, turned her around and lifted her skirt. His cock still 3/4 hard, he grabbed the base of it to make it hard enough to stuff its way into her aching pussy. As he slid his cock into her, she felt that that too was different. As he began to fuck her his cock got fully hard again. This is what she loved, she always felt her pussy could never get enough fucking, but again, this felt different. It felt like this is what she was supposed to do. Robert was touching something deep in her, something physical, something mental and something emotional all at the same time. She had this feeling of completeness, and with that feeling she began to orgasm.

Robert said, “That’s it baby, that’s it. Once I cum this way, you will be a changed woman. You think you liked fucking big black cock before, things are about to become much different for you!”

Robert began fucking her in earnest with a quick pace, burying his cock deep in her. Each thrust touched those deep places of her entire being. She became lost in the feeling of his huge cock sliding in and out of her. After what must have been a 1/2 hour, konya escort Robert turned her over, raised her legs and smacked her opening with his enormous cock head. She watched his cock head smack her and marveled at his size and the beauty of his manhood. She swiveled her hips, aching to have him back inside her. Robert kept teasing her until she thought she would actually cry from the desire she had for his cock, the desire she had to be filled by him.

Robert thrust his cock inside her and her body stiffened as another orgasm racked her body. Robert began to pound his cock in and out of her, fucking her relentlessly.

“There you go bitch! You will NEVER get used to this because you are about to have a constant ache for big black dick. Your life is going to be about fucking and making black dick cum. Is that what you want? I need to hear that is what you want!” he cried.

Lisa shouted, “YES! YES! That is what I want! Give me your cum! Please, please cum in me and make me cum again!”

Robert began to stiffen as his cock began pumping another load into her. As soon as she felt his cock spasm, another orgasm took control of her body. Robert held his cock deep inside her as he continued emptying his balls. Each of his spurts squirting out of her since she was so filled with his cock. He was pleased that she had cum and was now on the next stage of her journey. Lisa knew something had changed in her, she felt things were different, almost like the world had changed and she was seeing it for the first time.

Robert pulled out, leaving an aching emptiness in Lisa, she was already missing the feeling of his cock.

“Lisa, that was very good. Very good! Now this is the first day of the rest of your life. We have work to do now and we have a house to build. Your job today is to help me select which company is going to build your house. The crew needs to put all of their sexual energy into this construction and to do that, they need to work together to focus all that energy. Your job is to figure out which crew has the right energy to match you, so you are going to meet with each crew and decide which one you like best. Since time is short we need to make a decision today. I have all three crews waiting to meet you. I have scheduled each crew to meet with you for 2 hours. There will be no breaks.” He said.

Robert continued, “Once we have selected the crew, your job then will be about managing and focusing their sexual energy. You will need to go to the build site each Monday morning and start the crew’s week by fucking all of them. Then you will end the week again by having all of them fuck you again. This will keep them horny and create a level of sexual energy to go into your house. The more sexual energy you create, the better the results for your new house. The goal for your house is for it to be a sexual haven, a way and means to make your lives about sex and create your own sexual energy to fill all of your lives. Lisa worried that her new self was going to take the crew away from completing the house, as she desperately wanted this house built.

She asked, “Is it possible to have two crews build the house? One crew to create sexual energy and one to work while we create sexual energy?” She continued, “I think I should be out there every day, but I don’t want it to delay building the house!”

Robert smiled, it was plain that she had turned a corner and he really liked what he was hearing.

He said, “Lisa, what you just said demonstrates your commitment to this lifestyle, and I think it is an excellent way to add the most sexual energy to make this house a success! Two crews is going to double the labor cost, but I think the investment will be worth it. You will have to be out there each day and each day one of the crews will gang bang you at the build site while the other crew works. Be aware that if this is what you want, you will be satisfying a crew of 8 to 10 guys each day every day for the entire work day, and remember you still have duties to perform each morning and evening at home.

Lisa smiled and glowed inwardly, knowing it would be no problem for her new self, in fact her new self couldn’t wait to get started.

Lisa spoke, “Since this is about sexual energy, it only makes sense to have my men at the work site throughout the week so they add their sexual energy too.” Robert thought that was an excellent idea and mentioned that she should do whatever seemed best.

Lisa got dressed and anticipated the remainder of the day which was the start of the rest of her life.

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My husband and I had tried for several years to try and get pregnant, trying everything that we could. From aromatherapy to therapists, to temperatures to even having sex upside down. No matter what we did or where we did it, we still couldn’t conceive. After finally determining my husband couldn’t produce enough sperm, we decided to think of things.

“IVF? Adoption?” Jason my husband suggested.

“Ugh, too scientific. Takes the fun out of having a baby.” I replied sitting on the edge of our bed, trying to think of other ways.

“Surrogacy?” Jason asked.

“I want to be the one being pregnant, giving birth.” I insisted.

“Family help?” Jason sighed.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, get someone on my side of the family to do the deed. How would you feel if one of the males on my side fuck you?” Jason explained.

Memories flooded back for me. I had always fantasised about being fucked by Jason’s brother, their father and Jason’s uncle.

“Alright, fine.” I replied.

“Who?” Jason asked.

“Well, if we are thinking right now, the time is right now, Uncle Jack.” I replied.

“He’s good.” Jason blurted out.

“What?” I asked.

“Oh ah, well on the farm during the summer holidays the year school finished, just before I met you he caught me banging away, which was my first time and he helped me. From there on, every so often until I met you, he fucked me.” Jason explained.

“Let’s get Uncle Jack and get jacking.” I said.

Within an hour, Uncle Jack had arrived.

“Uncle Jack, we are in a situation…” Jason began to explain the situation.

While Jason was explaining the situation I sat opposite watching Jack.

“So what we want to know is, would you help us?” Jason asked.

“You going to be involved?” Uncle Jack asked.

“Yeah, I want to.” Jason said.

“Where do you want to do it?”

We lead Uncle Jack to our bedroom, Jason removing his clothes off. Jack and I put our arms around each other and he gently moved in to kiss me passionately. Deep in the kiss he put his hands to the bottom of the top and removing it from me. Once he removed my blouse, I unbuttoned his shirt, kissing the hair free chest as the shirt opened.

Uncle Jack wasn’t that much older than Jason. Jack 35 was 6″4′, 200lbs with a 10 inch cock — fully erect. Jason stood behind me and removed my bra exposing my DD cup breasts to Jack, Jason kissing my back, his arms around Jack.

Jason moved his hands down to Jack’s pants and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants allowing them to fall down. I had thought he wore underwear but his cock was fully exposed. Jason then removed my skirt and panties.

Now the 3 of us were fully naked, Jason moved kastamonu escort apart stroking his cock, Jack on top of me as I lay on the bed.

Jack then positioned his head to my pussy but I moved up further the bed to rest my head for comfort and support. I put my hand on Jack’s head and guided him to lick my pussy. His head at my pussy, he reached up and massaged my right breast. Standing at the edge of the bed, Jason still stroking his cock handed the lube to Jack.

“You want to?” Jack asked Jason looking up.

“It’s alright, you go.” Jason replied smiling at me.

Not only did lube go on his fingers, he got my pussy lubed up as well.

Even I my eyes were closed, I knew Jack’s lips were on my pussy. Jason’s were never as thick or moist. When Jason often licked my pussy I always fantasised about the men in Jason’s family. He devoured every bit of my pussy licking the lips so slowly and when he was around my clit he would speed the licking up a bit.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Oh that feels so good!” I said.

I moved a hand down to my pussy to give it more stimulation, the other hand on top of Jack’s that was massaging my breasts.

“Not done baby.” Jack breathed before drawing up enough salvia and spitting it on me.

“I love a good spit.” I told him.

Jack would either move his face further in my pussy or he would keep spitting.

I managed to look up and see Jason kneeling down (presumably with a pillow), spreading Jack’s ass and licking it, causing Jack pleasure and in turn turning me on.

When Jack had no more saliva left he looked up at me and began inserting fingers into my pussy.

“Finger her Jack, she’ll love that.” Jason advised Jack.

“Oh fuck yeah, YES! So good, so good. Oh YES!” I cried out repeatedly fingering faster to climax and using my pelvic muscles to cause more stimulation for Jack and I.

“I’m CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! SHIT HERE IT CUMS” I shrieked.

“Cum for us baby, cum on.” Jason said. With a little nibble on the side of the labia from Uncle Jack, I came.

Jack thought he was going to miss me cum but majority of the cum went on his face.

Uncle Jack stood up, Jason and I leaned forward and licked my cum off him, Jason now entering his cock from behind, licking his fingers.

Sitting at the edge of the bed, Jack sat there with his legs apart for me to give him a handjob while he and Jason kissed, Jason leaning in sidewards to kiss him.

To give more foreplay for Jack, I poured some lubricant on his cock, allowing me to massage it all over his cock, gentle moans emerging from Jack’s mouth, Jason loving the sensation in his mouth.

Once his dick was fully lubricated, I got one hand and kayseri escort made a ring with my thumb and my forefinger and began to pump it up and down. Reaching the top I began to close the ring. Jack had to squeeze his way in as I slid back down to the bottom of his cock.

Taking his cock in both hands, my fingers lightly touched the sides of the shaft. I flicked the penis back and forth between my two hands by holding onto the loose skin of the shaft. I kept on doing this until Jack broke the kiss between him and Jason, telling me he was about to explode.

Jack and Jason broke apart, Jason helping me on the bed, my head resting on pillows at the end of the bed. Jason spread my knees allowing Uncle Jack to position himself. Grabbing his cock, Jack lined himself off.

“Jack off Uncle Jack.” I told him. He leaned over me, his hands at each side next to my shoulder.

“Ready?” He said.

“Fuck me.” I replied.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH YES! YES! YES! OF FUCK YEAH” I cried out.

Jack jack hammered me at about the same speed a jack hammer normally does. Jack hammered right into me, penetrating me, giving me the best fuck I had in my life. Jason had told me before Uncle Jack arrived, when he is fucking away he gets turned on more when the receiver moans and groans loudly.

Jason was behind me pumping his cock away and then squatted to position himself his ass touching my mouth. With Jack pounding away I had no hesitation in sucking Jason’s cock away and giving him not only the pleasure from me but the pleasure through Uncle Jack.

Jason withdrew his cock from his mouth when his dick became limp again.

“Emma is one good fuck.” Jack told Jason.

“I know.” Jason laughed as Jack moved away from me.

“I want to see you two in real action.” I told them.

“What about you?” Uncle Jack asked.

“Oh I’ll be fine.” I grimaced.

Both Jack and Jason embraced each other as they moved to the top of the bed.

“It feels just like yesterday.” Jason said.

Jack made the first move and began to plant soft tenderly kisses on his lips. Moving downwards, Jason’s expression grew more intense.

“The best blow jobs are done by a man.” Jack said to me.

Putting Jason’s semi-erect cock in Jack’s mouth, Jack starting kissing and licking, exploring the different textures, especially the roughish tender head and the soft skin of the shaft. Feeling it growing in his mouth as if for the first time.

Sliding his lips gently over Jack applied more salavia. Jason’s deep breathing and moans of pleasure gave Jack the signs that he was doing it right.

Jack then mixed it up by licking the sensitive underside of Jason’s shaft, and his balls, softly kıbrıs escort blowing on the moistened areas. The combination of sensations looked incredible. Jack and Jason both giving their responses.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMM” Jack mumbled.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH” Jason sighed.

Jack then got one hand got a grip of Jason’s cock around the base and sliding it up and down, in tandem with his mouth.

Concentrating on Jason’s cock super-sensitive head, Jack sucked hard and soft.

Looking at Jason and I, Jack could see the ecstacy he had caused! Jack made eye contact at me first and then concentrated on Jason.

“I love you Jason.” Uncle Jack whispered before placing Jason’s cock in his mouth.

Moaning, “MMMMMMMMMM” every so often Jack let Jason know how turned on he was. Not neglecting the rest of the body, Jack strokeed, tickled and scratched Jason’s thighs, stomach, butt.

Because of the little amount of cum Jason could produce, Uncle Jack removed himself from the bed and allowed me to receive Jason’s cum, just in case. I got into the cowgirl position, my ass on his cock but facing Jason. Jason reached out and began massaging my breasts.

Using his hips he began to thrust his cock in me, the whole cock in my pussy not wanting to lose any precious cum that could become our child.

Uncle Jack grabbed a pillow that was thrown onto the floor and along with a few cushions and blankets he found suggested I lie on them, Jason entering me downwards so the sperm could go up. My legs in the air spread open, Jason puts his hands to hold me on my ankles.

“Hold them near my ass.” I suggested. Getting comfortable he then entered me and began pounding me.

“Oh fuck yeah, cum on honey, this is it. This is the one.” I encouraged him.

“Oh YES! More baby!” I cried out. With his thrust he grunted, moaned and deep breathed.

“Keep going.” Uncle Jack said as he lubed himself up.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH” Jason cried out thrusting himself out.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHH YES! YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME IN MY PUSSY NOW.” I insisted.

“Fuck my pussy. Fuck my pussy out.” I demanded.

Jason with nothing more left, fell back on the bed.

“I’m a bitch on heat. Jack, finish fucking me.” I said.

“From behind?” Jack suggested. Positioning myself on the bed to be fucked from behind I looked forward at Jason and he grimaced.

“Love you baby.” Jason said. Uncle Jack put his hands on my ass, spreading the ass cheeks, giving him easy access to enter me.

“HUH HUH. OH THERE IT IS.” I said, one hand going down to finger my pussy.

“OOOOOHHH OOOOH. AH YEAH” I panted, Jack deep breathing.

“Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, fuck yeah. Fuck my pussy.” I panted.

Deep breathing and moaning got Uncle Jack stirring. The more he inserted me, the more I cried out in pain.

9 months later when I went into labour I wanted Jason and Jack to be there. As the paternity tests results came, Jason was the father. Jason and I agreed that when we wanted to have a child again, Uncle Jack would help us.

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Jack and the Beanstalk

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On my job application I hummed and hawed over my curriculum vitae. I’d filled in all the mundane stuff about education, qualifications and that, but I knew these people were interested in whether I could put myself out there, stand up and be counted, not be afraid to make a fool of myself in front of others.

So, after ‘stage backdrop design assistant’, I wrote ‘back end of a cow’.

Then I clicked on ‘send’, shrugged to myself and thought, well, I probably won’t hear from them again.

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When Mum said she was going to show me her costume for this year’s pantomime show I had trouble containing my enthusiasm. This was because I still had vivid memories of last year’s outfit where she’d played, among other non-speaking parts requiring a quick change of costume, a belly-dancer in the local repertory’s slapstick version of Aladdin. For a bit-player, her performance had certainly impressed, and the lead actor admitted later he’d almost forgotten his lines while trying to control his hard-on. In rehearsals, she’d played it straight, but, come the show, it was almost as though she was giving the poor Genie a lap-dance. Mum certainly knew where her talents lay.

So this year, her reward for that performance was…

My jaw dropped.

“Well, Mikey?” asked Mum.

Her voice was a bit muffled, since her head was covered with the rolling eyes, the lolling tongue, and the misaligned horns of a black and white cow. Her legs were encased in pants made from the same colour, held up by braces, ending in oversized hooves at the bottom.

At that moment, Dad came downstairs, holding a long, tufted tail over his arm as you would a handbag, and sporting huge udders dangling from around his waist.

“I feel a right pillock.”

“So you should, Dad.” It was hard to control my laughter, so I didn’t.

But this was part of life in my family. I’d been brought up to appreciate the way Mum eagerly took part in every production of our local am-dram society and succeeded in dragging my ineffectually complaining Dad along with her. Her enthusiasm was so infectious that even I was drafted in with my do-it-yourself talents to help with building the scenery. What she lacked in stage skills was made up for by her unwavering commitment. No part was too small, and I guess you could say that playing the pantomime cow in this season’s production of ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’ might be considered a small part.

“So, how does this,” I indicated the joining of the two of them by bringing my index fingers together, “work then?”

“It’s fairly easy,” said Dad, as though taking me through a particularly difficult algebraic equation, “Your mum stands more or less upright as the front of the cow, while I bend over, holding her at the waist, and act as the back half…”

He showed me by bending over, grabbing hold of Mum around her middle and resting his head on the upper edge of her ass. He jutted his own ass backwards, flicking it to make his tail swish.

“…then we just have to co-ordinate leg movements and away we go.”

“Umm, okay, but doesn’t it offend your masculinity that you’ve got to be the one with the…” I mimed milking a cow.

“I saw that,” said Mum.

I wondered how she saw it through that head, but said nothing.

“I’m offended that you should impugn your father’s artistic integrity…besides which, it’s totally sexist.”

We all laughed. “Yeah Mum, you’re right. It’s Dad wears the udders in this house. And, Dad? You wear them so well.”

He whipped me one with his tail.

When we were all ready, we piled into the car and I drove us across town to the theatre. This was to be their first rehearsal at the venue where I’d already been kept busy for a few weeks now helping to construct the backdrop. While we drove, Mum kept her cow’s head on just for a laugh and we drew some remarkable double-takes from other drivers along the way.

“I’ve got to get used to looking out through this fine mesh by the nostrils – this thing’s not really constructed very well at all, it’s so clumsy…and all these buttons and things make it difficult to get out of when I’ve got to change costume.”

“Oh,” I looked round hopefully at my bovine passenger, “you’re playing other things as well…?”

“Yeah, I’m also ‘second buxom village wench’, and after Jack climbs up to the giant’s lair I’m in a cage in a bikini waiting to be prepared as dessert for the Giant’s lunch. I’ve got a feeling I might be ladled with chocolate sauce for that one since I won’t have to change costume again. The director mentioned something about us acting out some kind of a wrestling match in jelly.”

My mind, not the car, went into overdrive.

When we got to the theatre we went our separate ways – me to the scaffolding of a half-erected giant beanstalk, while Mum and Dad joined the group of actors and director in a semi-circle of chairs to discuss the performance.

From my viewpoint up at the top I was able to survey istanbul escort most of the action down below. There were dressing rooms for the main actors, but those bit-players who had to perform quick costume changes in between scenes had to do so simply behind any convenient bit of scenery available. For example, Jack’s mother’s house was obviously not actually a house, but rather just three strategically arranged rectangles of plywood serving the purpose of a façade. So when the actresses, my Mum included, chose a hidden place to change, they did so behind the walls of the house. The house without a ceiling. Open to the view of anyone sitting on a giant beanstalk. Like me…

But amongst actors, even amateur actors, there’s no room for embarrassment when shucking off their costume to replace it with another, because while you might have only a minute or so to get ready for the following scene, the rest of the cast are working to their own similar time restraints as well.

And this is what seemed to be bothering our autocratic director today. He was shouting at the cast in general, while waving his arms around, that the action must flow smoothly, no awkward pauses between scenes. So it was to my good fortune that he insisted on going over the scene changes several times, holding a stopwatch to eliminate wasted seconds during the changeovers. I took a timeout on my perch to sit and marvel at how the four bit-playing ladies, my mum among them, would run behind the scenery, lift their dresses, unzip their skirts and, ooh, shake off their bras and be practically naked for a few wonderful seconds before pulling on their next costumes, straightening themselves out and jumping back onto the stage to perform some version of a hayseed Can-Can. I just loved the theatre…

Our director, Bernard, seemed to be having a few problems though with Daisy, the cow.

“Ellen, dear,” He called everyone ‘dear’, “we’ve still got to shave a couple of seconds off that costume change into the cow. Now I know that’s difficult for you because you’re just coming on after the busty wench scene, but perhaps you and David can help one another out there…mmm?”

It was not a question, it was a command.

“…and the two of you, I want to see a bit more action from the cow. Remember we’re playing it for laughs. A little skip from the hind legs and a jump and a wiggle won’t go amiss. Let’s take it from where Jack’s leading you downstage along the road to market shall we..?”

So Jack entered, stage-left, lamenting the fact he had to take his beloved dear old Daisy to market, while Daisy for her part made a game struggle against the rope, even pulling Jack back over onto his backside which got a few laughs. She stopped to nibble some grass here, listen to the twittering of the birds there, and skip to a tune that was being played by the roadside over there…

“More lively, Daisy, try doing some sort of jig, you’re a happy old cow..!”

It was their first attempt at this, so there were no markings onstage as to where exactly they should perform their impromptu dance. So, to the urging of, “More lively, get into the rhythm..!” Mum swung her front round, Dad followed suit behind her and promptly dropped off the stage and into the orchestra pit.

All action stopped at that point, with the ridiculous sight of the front half a cow looking behind her in surprise, others peering down from the stage into the depths, and yet others who were taking a break leaning forwards from the stall seats to get a better look.

Then a load groan came from below. People, including myself, quickly clambered down to Dad who was lying in a grotesque position on the floor. It was already obvious from the way he was lying there prone that at the very least he’d broken his leg. While an ambulance was called and while the director fretted, and while Mum, having taken off the head, leant over him, her face full of concern, black humour was already making its way to the surface.

“Maybe we should call the vet…?”

“…a good piece of sirloin for supper…”

“I think we should put Daisy out of her misery. Anyone got a shotgun?”

Mum and I escorted the paramedics and the stretcher out to the ambulance and, since I wasn’t involved in the rehearsals as such, it was decided I’d accompany Dad to the hospital.

After a couple of hours of X-rays, discovering that as well as a multiple fracture of his leg he’d managed to break his arm as well, and after making sure he was comfortably tucked up in a ward bed, I made my way back to the theatre.

I found that rehearsals had just finished for the day and Ellen and Bernard were left sitting huddled in urgent, whispered conversation, centre-stage. I’d already phoned ahead to inform them of Dad’s condition, so, hurrying towards me, Bernard left out the small-talk and got straight down to business.

“Michael, dear, I’m so awfully sorry about David and all that, but you must realize this has put us into rather a quandary izmir escort regarding the part of Daisy the cow, and I’m afraid time is very much of the essence. We’ve got a couple of understudies, you understand, but they’re for the main parts of Jack and the giant. We’ve got no understudy for the part of Daisy. So…we were just wondering, Ellen and I…”

I glanced behind him to where Mum was anxiously chewing at her thumbnail, looking at me imploringly. I knew how much this meant to her.

“So you want me to replace Dad in the cow?”

“Well, you know all the scenes, and with a bit of practice at home to catch up…”

The two of them were now biting their thumbnails.

“…and it’s easier for me to find other help in building the scenery, or, if you might want to do both…maybe…perhaps?”

Bernard raised one eyebrow. Mum raised both.

“Yes, of course I’ll do it, I mean, the show must go on and all that…?”

Bernard heaved a sigh of relief and Mum grinned at me widely, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Good. That’s very good. Michael dear, you’re a trouper, and that’s the highest accolade anyone can give. It’s the equivalent of a medal for valor. Now I won’t keep the two of you, you’ve got your costumes, so, go..! go…! the curtain is about to rise, applause awaits you! I’ll see you both tomorrow at ten sharp…”

Then he made a show of crossing the fingers of both hands and knocking on the wood of every piece of stage scenery he could reach. A bit over-the-top, but, well, actors…

…

We went by the hospital on our way home, but Dad was out for the count, I guess on pain suppressants. A kind nurse assured us that he would be fine but they’d have to keep him in for at least a couple of days since the leg break was not so simple, but that he should be out by the weekend.

A relieved Mum and I drove home. She smiled across at me and stroked my cheek.

“You’re an angel. I love you.” and she leant across to my seat and planted a kiss on my ear before snuggling closer and wrapping an arm round mine. She rested her head on my shoulder.

“I think your dad did that on purpose though,” she giggled.

I looked round at her and found my mouth was in her scented hair.

“He never wanted to do the acting bit anyway; he only did it so I wouldn’t keep nagging at him…” She giggled again. “So, can I now call you ‘Michael Backend’?” Our family name was Townsend, so it had a certain ring to it.

“Only if I can call you ‘Ellen Frontend’..?” I’d just called her by her first name, possibly for the first time ever, but…

“I’d like that.” She reached up and kissed my ear again.

I leant over and kissed her hair. She squeezed my arm. We remained like that until I drew the car into our drive and we both got out, each of us pulling part of a cow corpse behind us.

Mum was eager and chatty as she prepared us a light meal, and it was as though she’d completely forgotten her mangled husband lying in the hospital.

Then it was time.

“Let me just freshen up with a shower and we can get down to business…”

“Okay. When you’re finished give me a shout and I’ll have one as well…”

After my shower I come back downstairs in clean tee-shirt and shorts, to find Mum waiting for me on the sofa…in a bathrobe.

“Okay, Mike, Mister Backend haha, if we’re going to do this we’re going to have to do it properly, okay?”

“Sure, Mum, I mean, Mrs. Frontend. What happens now?” I went to put on my part of the Daisy suit.

“No, not yet…” She stood up, undid the tie at the front of her robe and slid it off her shoulders and let it fall onto the carpet. She stood there in just her bra and panties. I gawped. They were only semi-opaque, and I could see straight-off the dark outline of the areolae and the press of her nipples against the thin silk fabric of her lacey white bra, the top of her ample breasts bulging tightly over the top.

Down below, her matching panties were equally ineffectual in hiding the dark vertical landing strip of her neatly shaved pubic area. She stood there with a half-smile.

“Take it in, Mikey, get it over with. Don’t tell me you’ve not already had an eyeful, I saw you voyeuring from up there on that beanstalk, don’t say you didn’t.”

Damn! It hadn’t been as dark as I’d thought…

“I…I…umm…” I hadn’t taken my eyes off her body.

“…and when you’re comfortable with your old mum, we’ll start rehearsing our part…oh, and by the way, take off your shirt and pants…”

I raised my eyebrows.

“You don’t know it yet, but it gets very hot inside that costume, and under the floodlights we’ll be sweating like pigs…or cows…”

I took off my shirt and dropped my pants. Mum admired me standing there in just my boxer shorts, my dick semi-hard because of…oh hell…my mum.

The only time I’d taken my eyes off her curvy body was to pull the tee-shirt over my head, and izmit escort that was only a split-second.

She looked me up and down with a satisfied smile on her face, her gaze flickering only momentarily as it passed over my crotch.

“Mmm, maybe we should have persuaded Bernard to let us play a horse instead…”

I didn’t know what she meant by that, but before I had chance to reply, she stepped forward and took both my hands in hers and placed them onto her hips. Her own hands she put round my neck. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest…and my dick was jutting out into her lower belly. Without acknowledging that fact, she kissed me on the nose and said,

“Alright then, your poor, crippled old dad showed you earlier how to position yourself, so…” She released her hold on me and spun round so she was facing away, but with my hands still on her hips. I took in her lovely fragrance. “Okay, Backend, reverse until your head comes down to reach the small of my back…”

I did so and, oh God, as my head came down I saw that her panties were hardly covering the cheeks of her ass and the beginning of her crack was visible a couple of inches above the waistband.

“Okay, you have to rest your head down there, it’s important you have good contact so you know what moves I’m going to make and so you can follow me, because you won’t be able to see a thing…”

My forehead rested in the small of her back which left my nose to nestle comfortably between the beginning swellings of her cheeks. And my mouth…no!…Mikey, don’t you dare stick out your tongue and lick her…!

Her own hands she brought up to her waist to cover mine.

“Alright then, let’s try a little trot round the room, shall we? I’ll start on my right foot and you on your left, otherwise it’ll look, umm, even more strange than it is…maybe close your eyes?”

We did a few successful circuits of the living-room, Mum indicating with the pressure of her hands when she was going to turn left or right. A double press was to stop or go. I did as I was told and really did keep my eyes shut, but doing this only increased the sensations of her perfume and the indescribable pleasure of the rhythm of her ass cheeks against my face. When she stopped abruptly though, my mind was understandably elsewhere, and I fell up against her, almost toppling her. My hands released their hold on her waist and went around to the front to catch her by the stomach and my lower body pressed into her back.

“Umm, sorry…”

“That’s okay…”

Her hands covered mine, and for a moment she pressed them into her belly before taking each one and wrapping them tightly round herself so we were standing with no space at all between us. I felt her bottom momentarily push back onto my cock. Then she brought one of her hands up behind her and stroked my cheek.

“Looks like this could be a long evening, Mikey. What say we break open the wine and lighten the mood…?”

I spoke softly into her neck, “Yeah, that’d be great, Mum…Ellen…Mrs. Frontend…”

She laughed and released me and without looking behind, sauntered out of the room, her ass bobbing along hypnotically. I followed her through to the kitchen to find her bending over with her head inside the open door of the fridge. Her pantied ass jutted out behind and I was free for that moment to simply stand there and appreciate its wonderful contours. She wiggled it twice and then straightened up and turned, a bottle of the white in her hand.

She was smiling, and glanced down at the tent in my boxers.

“You voyeur, you…”

She walked across to me. Did her hips always swing so much? And she held the chilled bottle against my protrusion.

“Maybe that’ll cool you down a bit…?”

“I…I…I’m sorry, Mum, I can’t help it, it’s just…Mum, I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re so lovely, you’re gorgeous, you really are, I never realized, you’re…”

Mum was standing there with such a warm smile, patiently watching me getting redder in the face and blabbering on, then held one hand behind my neck and drew my face in towards hers. Our lips met and already her tongue was pushing its way urgently into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and pushed my whole body up against her wonderfully soft being. She giggled into my mouth as the chilled bottle was pressed tightly between us like an intruding iceberg, and we tottered to one side so she could extract it and place it onto the work-top.

With that hand now free, she brought it back and clasped the length of my rod and a guttural moan escaped her throat. While our tongues excavated one another’s mouths, she jerked at my dick through the boxers, but, not satisfied, started to tear them down my legs before pulling at her own panties. My hands came round the back of her and helped in pushing them down over her ass cheeks. I continued to push them down and bent at one leg in front of her in order to loop them off her ankles. My mouth found itself opposite her lower belly. I started to work my way back up again, with the help of her fingers tugging through my hair, my hands enveloping her breasts and my tongue making darting explorations around her navel up to the underside of her bra where I tried vainly to insert it through the extra space offered between the two cups.

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