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I was on vacation from the States. One bright, sunny day which is often most unusual in England while strolling along the beach, I listened to the ocean waves swishing onto the sandy-small rock strewn shore to kiss the land before returning out to sea from whence they came.

It was in the mid-fifties, and I was wearing a somewhat revealing bathing suit for that day and age, especially in staid England. It fit my body snuggly, accentuating my large breasts and firm, round ass. The bottom of the suit was cut straight across the tops of my thighs just below my pubic area, and beneath the front panel was a form-fitting panty that was cut high on my ass cheeks and showed the outline of my pussy or quim as the Brits like to call the female genitalia. It was black, and the V cut bodice accentuated my cleavage and fair, pale skin common to many of Irish ethnicity.

I was walking past a seaside Caravan in front of which sat two woman in lounge chairs. They were looking out at the water and chatting away loudly enough for me to hear them but not so I knew about what they were talking. They were large women, one elderly with grey hair and the other quite a bit younger with dark hair. Both women had exceptionally large breasts, and even though they were sitting down I could tell they both had broad, well-formed hips. Each was dressed modestly casually as they should since they were obviously vacationing at the shore.

As I walked slowly along the water’s edge, feeling the cold water as each new wave sloshed up around my feet, I couldn’t help but look their way since I knew they had been watching me.

Wanting to be polite I said somewhat loudly so they could hear me above the sound of the waves, “Good Morning! Lovely day. Isn’t it?”

The elderly woman called out in an equally loud voice, “Right you are. ‘Tis a beautiful morning.”

The younger woman chimed in, “From your accent I’d say you’re from the States. Yes?”

I stopped and answered, “Yes. From the States. Here on vacation. My maternal grandmother was from Sussex.”

“Ah, Sussex. A lovely place,” responded the elderly lady. “Why don’t you come up and join us so we don’t have to shout to be heard above the waves. There’s an extra lounge for you.”

I wasn’t heading to any particular place, so I didn’t mind having my morning walk interrupted. Besides, I enjoyed meeting new people, especially here since my grandmother Lucy Ann emigrated from England to America with some of her family, the older ones staying behind because they had jobs, when she was just two years old. I, therefore, walked up towards the two women until I was standing in front of them, and while looking down at their smiling faces, I couldn’t help but notice how large both their breasts were and how full they were in their hips. Both would be considered Rubenesque in form, meaning voluptuous.

My sexual orientation being a lesbian I must admit both women turned me on just looking at their large breasts and round, full hips, and I loved women of all ages, including the elderly. There is something so sensual about a large, buxom, elderly lady with her soft round curves and malleable flesh who usually has a large, rounded pubic mound covered with either dark pubic hair with streaks of grey running through it or totally grey. They also often have large clits that I find are so good to suck on and enjoy having my mouth full of their erect, hard clit and puffy, blood-engorged shaft. Very sexy. Besides, I enjoyed making love to large, full-bodied women. Although, I loved making love to women of any age and any colour. My taste in women is very eclectic.

The two ladies must have caught me starring down at their large breasts because I saw them look at one another and exchange a knowing glance and smile.

The elderly woman spoke up first.

“Well, I must say that is quite some swim suit you have on there, or should I say almost on? One doesn’t see too many like that here. A wee bit modest don’t you know.”

I blushed which is quite visible on my fair skin and felt a little self-conscious, but the elderly woman added, “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Deary. On you and with your lovely body it looks very good. Doesn’t it, Barbs?”

Still blushing, nevertheless, I said, “Well, thank you for the compliment, Mrs….”

“Oh, please, my name is Louise, but most of the time I’m called Granny, and,” pointing to the woman sitting next to her, “this is my daughter Barbara who usually goes with just Barbs or Aunty Barbs by her nieces and nephews. She likes being called Aunty Barbs. Don’t you, Love?”

Aunty Barbs smiled and answered, “Yes, Mom, I like being called Aunty Barbs just as we all call you Granny. Almost like nicknames.”

I smiled down at Granny and Aunty Barbs and said, “Isn’t this a coincidence? My name is Maggie, but often I’m called Maggs by my friends and family.”

Granny glowed and said, “Well, Maggs, it’s a pleasure meeting you. Now, do sit down. Aunty Barbs, why not move into the other chair so Maggs can sit between us so we can be more comfortable while we adana escort talk and get to know one another better.”

Aunty Barbs willingly got up from her lounge and sat down in the one to Granny’s left, leaving the middle seat for me. As I studied their faces and bodies, I guessed Granny to be about sixty-five and Aunty Barbs to be in her mid-thirties.

I sat down in the lounge vacated by Aunty Barbs and stretched out my long legs to stretch my calves and thighs instead of crossing my legs and rested my forearms on the arms of the lounge.

“There, now isn’t this better?” asked Granny.

I smiled and answered, “Yes, Granny, this is much better.”

Granny smiled back as she reached across to a small table beside her lounge, picked up an empty glass, and poured some lemonade into it.

“Here, Maggs, you must be thirsty from your walk on this unusually sunny day,” Granny said as she handed me the glass of lemonade that already had condensation on the outside.

“Thank you, Granny. This will hit the spot,” I said politely. “Thank you.”

I felt Granny’s and Aunty Barbs’ eyes giving me the once over as they looked at me from head to feet.

“Maggs, I must say you have a beautiful body that you show off so well. Doesn’t she, Aunty Barbs?” asked Granny.

I looked down my own body, having received such a nice complement from Granny, and saw that the bottom of my outer swim suit had slid up my thighs, revealing the brief under panties beneath. I also saw my inner bottoms of my bathing suit had also crept up, creasing between my pussy lips, and since I had a thick, heavy bush of ginger-orange pubic hair, some of it was visible beyond the legs of my inner panties.

Self-consciously as I was reaching down to pull down the outer part of my swim suit, Granny spoke up, “Oh, Maggs, you don’t have to do that. If you’re comfortable as you are, keep it that way. We’re all women here. Aren’t we Aunty Barbs?”

Aunty Barbs answered quickly and with a slight tremor in her voice, “Oh, my yes, Maggs, we’re all women here. No need to be modest. Just relax and enjoy your lemonade as we talk and get to know one another better.”

I felt relieved but still somewhat embarrassed, but Granny and Aunty Barbs were doing their best to make me feel comfortable, so I put my forearms back onto the arm rests of the lounge and relaxed, taking sips of my lemonade as we talked.

It seemed like hours that we talked about anything and everything. Granny and Aunty Barbs wanted to know about my grandmother Lucy Ann, where I was from in the States– I told them was Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania–and what brought me to this particular part of England. They in turn told me much about themselves.

While Granny was talking, she raised her hands to the top of her shirt and began to unbutton it, saying, “It’s getting quite warm. Maggs, you don’t mind if I open my blouse to let some air cool me off do you?”

Now, feeling comfortable in Granny’s and Aunty Barbs’ presence, I said, “No, Granny, I don’t mind. Why should I? We’re all women here. Isn’t that I was told.”

Granny smiled at me warmly, and I saw a gleam in her eyes.

“Aunty Barbs, you must be getting warm, too. Why don’t you open your blouse and get comfortable,” Granny said.

When Granny said this to Aunty Barbs, I automatically looked over at her and saw she was already unbuttoning her blouse, too, until both of them had a good portion of their breasts revealed to me, neither one wearing a bra underneath their blouses, and I saw both of their large cleavages down to the beginning of their areolas. Granny’s areolas were a dark pink while Aunty Barbs’ were a lighter pink. I could not see their nipples though; although, I saw their nipples were standing out hard and erect against the thin material of their white blouses.

Within myself I had to admit that seeing Granny’s and Aunty Barbs’ large, melon-like breasts excited me, and I felt myself getting wet between my legs from my pussy cream seeping out of my slit.

Granny and Aunty Barbs continued talking, telling me about themselves…where they lived, what they enjoyed doing…you know…alot of trivial details that goes with small talk.

While we talked some more since Granny and Aunty Barbs had exposed a good portion of their large breasts, I noticed Granny drop her hand down onto her lap and begin to rub her fingers over her pubic area. That must have been a sign to Aunty Barbs to do the same because she also dropped her left hand into her lap and began massaging her pubic mound with her fingers.

Needless to say I was becoming more and more sexually aroused, and I began to wonder what Granny and Aunty Barbs were up to.

“Surely,” I thought, “they can’t tell I’m a lesbian, or is it written all over my face now that I’ve been staring so much at their large breasts and couldn’t keep my eyes off them.”

I was also not aware that while we were talking and I was becoming sexually aroused I had inadvertently spread my legs a little that exposed more of my crotch, adanaescort.biz making my wet spot quite noticeable.

“Oh, my Maggs,” said Granny in a thick voice, “look at yourself. You have a wet spot on the crotch of your bathing suit panties. Look Aunty Barbs. Isn’t Maggs wet between her legs?”

Just as I looked down at myself, Granny leaned forward, reached out with her right arm, and ran her fingers over my wet spot, sending shivers of sexual delight course through my aroused body. She raised them up for me to see my pussy’s moisture on her fingertips, and then she pointed them at Aunty Barbs.

“See, Aunty Barbs. Isn’t our Maggs wet?”

I looked quickly over at Aunty Barbs in time to see her smile wickedly and say, “Oh, my yes, Granny. Our Maggs is truely wet. No denying it, but I wonder why?”

Now, I turned my head to look into Granny’s eyes, feeling caught between them in the knowledge they both now knew that I was sexually aroused and I was wet between my legs, my pussy cream having seeped out of my slit to make the large wet spot on the crotch of my swim suit panties. Even though my suit was black, the wet spot shown even darker.

Before I had a chance to make up some excuse to explain my wetness between my legs, Granny put her fingers between my legs and ran them up between my puffy labia that were three times their normal size from my being sexually aroused.

When I felt Granny fingering my pussy, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of pleasure at her gentle touch.

Hearing my moan, Granny said salaciously, “Oh, my Maggs, you are sexually aroused. I can feel your wetness, and I just heard you moan.”

“What made you become sexually aroused, Maggs? Seeing Granny’s and my large breasts?” asked Aunty Barbs.

Before I had a chance to answer Aunty Barbs, Granny asked, “Do you like women, Maggs? Is that the reason you are so wet between your legs? Don’t be shy. You don’t have to be shy or embarrassed with Aunty Barbs and me. Does she Aunty Barbs?”

“Oh, my no, Maggs. You don’t have to be shy or embarrassed in front of Granny and me. You see, we both love women, and not only that Granny and I, Mom and I, have been enjoying an incestuous relationship for some time now. Ever since I was eighteen and becoming quite the lady.”

While listening to Aunty Barbs, I didn’t realize Granny had worked her first two fingers beneath my swimsuit panties and was fingering my pussy. I was mesmerized by what Aunty Barbs was telling me about hers and her mother’s incestuous relationship. I didn’t realize Granny’s fingering me until she flicked her fingertips across my now hard, erect clit that had popped out completely from beneath its protective hood.

I jumped at Granny’s touch and thrust my hips up off the seat of the lounge to push my sensitive clit against Granny’s delightful fingers.

My upward movement of my hips pushed Granny’s two fingers off my clit and down to my open, creamy slit into which Granny shoved them all the way over my rows of fleshy ridges and onto my puffy, soft, spongy area where she rubbed my hard G-Spot.

“Oh, my god,” I stifled a cry of pure sexual delight as I felt Granny finger fucking my vagina as she slipped her thumb beneath my swimsuit panties and placed it onto my throbbing clit. Once in that position Granny continued to finger fuck me while rubbing my hard clit at the same time.

I bucked my hips up and down on Granny’s hand as my sexual excitement mounted and I felt myself nearing an orgasm.

While Granny played with my pussy, Aunty Barbs got up from her lounge and came around to stand behind me. She reached down and slid her hands onto my breasts and got them beneath my bodice until she had my hard, erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and started to tweak, pull, and roll them.

Leaning down, Aunty Barbs put her mouth onto my ear and breathed into my ear canal and said, “Maggs, let it happen. Cum for Granny and me. We want you to cum all over Granny’s fingers.”

Having Aunty Barbs whisper those words into my ear, I groaned my wanton, sexual arousal and felt my body tense, that brief moment before being hit with orgasms.

“Ungh! Oh, my god, I’m cumming!” I moaned.

I pressed my feet against the ground and shoved hard on Granny’s hand, her two fingers deep inside me rubbing and pushing up against my G-Spot and her thumb massaging my vibrating clit. My inner thighs trembled with erotic tension when I cried out and ejaculated a hard stream of my love juice all over Granny’s hand that was cupping my pussy.

Granny cried out, “Yes, yesssssssssssssssssssssssss, Maggs, cum for Granny!”

I thought I’d never stop ejaculating, but in time it came out in a trickle as I gasped for air and my heart bounded inside my chest, my breasts rising and falling with Aunty Barbs’ hands still cupping them and squeezing my hard nipples.

When I had myself under control, Granny slid her wet hand out from beneath my swim suit panties that were soaked and wet, and Aunty Barbs took her hands off my breasts and put them onto my shoulders and massaged them to help me become relaxed after my intense orgasms.

When I was able to open my eyes, I was looking up into Granny’s grey eyes. She was smiling at me while licking her hands clean of my pussy cream and love juice.

“I must say, Maggs, when you cum, you really cum. That was intense,” Granny said.

I, on my part, was speechless as I still continued to get control of my bodily senses.

Still smiling, Granny said, “Maggs, let’s go into the Caravan where we can be more comfortable and not be on public display even though the beach is usually deserted. Okay?”

Granny reached down with a helping hand and pulled me up until our bodies pushed against each other. I now felt Granny’s large, pendulous breasts pressed against mine and sighed through parted lips.

“Would you like to see Granny’s big breasts, Maggs? Aunty Barbs’, too?” Granny asked seductively.

“Uh hum,” I murmured.

“Well then, lets go inside,” Granny said as she took my hand and led the way with Aunty Barbs opening the screen door and letting us pass before coming in behind us and closing it.

Once inside Granny led the way to the bedroom where we three took off all our clothes, leaving us standing naked in front of one another.

Granny and Aunty Barbs marveled at how tall I was and mentioned my long reddish-blonde hair and my ginger-orange pubic bush, and they loved my large breasts that were still firm and stood out from my chest.

I, on the other hand, was taken aback by both Granny’s and Aunty Barbs’ Rubenesque bodies with their huge breasts, each having very large areolas and large, round nipples. Granny’s big breasts sagged some because of her age of sixty-five. Aunty Barbs’ big tits also sagged because of their size, but they still held their form.

Looking down at their wide, round hips I was stunned at how large Granny’s pubic area was stretching full across her lower abdomen and over her puffy mons. Her thick forest of pubic hair was almost completely grey that matched the hair on her head that she kept up in a bun pinned onto the back of her head. Her pussy lips were quite puffy and full, especially now that hers, too, were swollen due to sexual excitement. However, it was Granny’s clit that intrigued me the most.

Granny’s clit was enormous. It was at least a half-inch long and round the size of a little finger, but it even looked bigger with the large protective hood and the blood-engorged shaft that disappeared over her pelvic bone into the forest of pubic hair.

God, I wanted to go down on Granny so badly and suck on her big clit.

As to be expected, Granny had a paunch or slight potbelly that creased above her pubic line that spread from hip to hip. She also had a deep bellybutton, quite large.

Granny’s thighs were large and a little flabby from loss of muscle tone, but her calves were still well formed.

Aunty Barbs had medium dark hair and hazel eyes, a pretty round face with pouting lips, and delicate ears close to her head.

Her large breasts were well suited for her broad hips that were still firm because of her age. She had nice legs even though somewhat large like Granny’s but, nevertheless attractive.

What both Granny and Aunty Barbs had were large asses, Granny’s being more flexible with a little flab while Aunty Barbs’ was tighter but still very round.

Aunty Barbs’ pubic area was also large like her mom’s but covered with a heavy, black bush of pubic hair. She had large labia, both large and small, that came together at the top of her pussy where her clit was popped out from beneath its protective hood. Her clit was almost as large as Granny’s. Her abdomen was on the paunchy side but firmer than her mom’s.

Granny and Aunty Barbs gave me plenty of time to look at their bodies before Granny spoke up.

“Well, Maggs, what do you think? Do Aunty Barbs and I pass the test? Do you like what you see?”

I cleared my throat and answered, “Oh my, yes, Granny. I like both yours and Aunty Barbs’ bodies. I love the Rubenesque figure with large breasts and equally large hips, giving it that hourglass look.”

Both Granny and Aunty Barbs smiled approvingly with my answer.

“Well, then, Maggs, come here and give us a kiss…both of us,” Granny said enticingly.

I walked over towards the bottom of the bed where Granny and Aunty Barbs were standing and took turns taking them into my arms and kissing them passionately, licking their lips; pressing my open mouth onto their open mouths; thrusting my tongue inside and sucking on their tongues and investigating their teeth, gums, and inside of their cheeks with the tip of my tongue; and then French kissing each one hungrily as I thrust my tongue into their throats as far as I could.

Granny and Aunty Barbs in turn did the same with me.

While we kissed, we each roamed over the body of the other with our hands…cupping our breasts, tweaking our hard nipples, running our hands down our sides, caressing our buttocks in our hands and squeezing each ass cheek in the process. Best of all we insinuated our hands between the legs of the other, feeling our pussies and sliding our fingers along the wet, creamy labia.

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For many, many months now a woman had been constantly been paying a man much money for his job. He would give her back massages each and every day for one week out of every month. She could order more if she wished, but she never did. And the man in question was a large man, rippling muscles all long his chest. His skin was bronzed and his hair had a short cut look. His hands were considered the magic of the lands and he was said to have been able to make any person walk from his office with a smile.

This woman always wanted this man, and this man had always wanted her, since the first day she had walked into his office.

Soon it would be the last day she would be coming, and he allowed it, but he wanted what he had craved for, for so long. That day she had came in, her brown locks running past her shoulders in what seemed to be the perfect curly position. She had ordered the special package. The first time that she ever had.

He smiled at her as she came in and spoke in a soft but manly voice, “Welcome, take off your shirt as usual and lie down on the table please.” She smiled at him and did as he had asked, not minding taking off her shirt in front of him because of the many times she had already done it.

She walked to the table and swung one leg over it as though ready to ride it before lying her face down into the hole and bringing her legs up to rest on the table. This position always was a little uncomfortable because of hard press of her large DD cup breast. She opened her green eyes and watched down at his feet as they walked past her, his fingers slowly dragging down her back. She groaned out very softly… and that was just a soft movement of his fingertips.

He took the oils he had used so many times on her, but this time an extra ingredient was added, something to ensure that he would get what he wanted. The combination of lavender and roses were poured along her back very soft, making a small pattern on her back.

He set the two bottles down and gently pressed his hands against her back, pushing up towards her shoulders and inwards towards her back. He heard many cracks and he smiled, “You should have come sooner.”

He softly grunted with each thrust of his fingers. There was something in the air, besides the Lavender and Rose. There was something that she could only smell… a smell coming from everywhere. She felt herself… ağrı escort deep inside of her she began to feel a clutter of pleasure build up. She could feel, deep in her panties she could feel wetness start to form… what was it?

He smiled as he continued thrusting his hands against her back, rubbing it with the utmost care but perfection. His hands traveled all over her middle and lower back, moving softly over her shoulder blades but making them seem to come out with perfection as well. Her body was so small it would almost seem like an impossible task to make every spot on her body feel good. But he was planning on doing just that.

His plan was starting to work as she began to become hazed in the lusty feelings for this man that had such fingers.

After he was done with her back he told her to flip over and smiled when she did so without a care in the world, looking up at him and boasting out her petite body, her large breast wiggling softly behind the cloth of bra that barely held it in, only holding a size C in, the breast seemed like they were about to snap the poor material in half.

He smiled as he saw it and looked at her eyes, the lusty glaze seemed to be protruding and watching the small bulge in his pants. He smeared the juices of the perfumed essences on her body and began to rub it with softness but such sensuality that she was holding in her soft moans from his fingers. He got her shoulders, stomach, and her chest and actually got part of her breast, but that wasn’t in the main part and he wasn’t quite sure if she was ready just yet.

He walked to the bottom of the massage table and reached foreword, pulling up the towel around her waist and pulling her pants down. He left her panties on but kept the towel over it so that he could see the dark stain though the white, cotton, little girl panties, and even see a small shimmering pool under that.

He smirked and reached forward, rubbing her thighs very softly with his hands. He felt something against his crotch and looked down to see her foot, pressed against his bulge. He groaned out softly as she started to press with her heel then toes, making love to his balls with her foot. He was watching her face and she was enjoying it so much, almost like he was playing with her breast. He smiled and heard her moan out with such sexuality as he moved his hands all over agriescort.net her thighs and legs.

He groaned out for almost twenty minutes straight, her feet having been playing with his balls the entire time. After those twenty minutes he finally moved to the side of her, looking down at her and smiling.

“You’re done Ashley,” He said softly, smiling, “Unless you want me to continue.”

She smiled at him and sat up, reaching behind her small frame and unclipping her bra, the bra shooting off of her body and landing on the ground with her shirt and pants. “Do my breast please.” She asked softly, looking up at him with the most innocent look he had ever seen. He smiled looking at her and nodded, placing his hands on her breast and softly rubbing them with his rough fingertips. She moaned out softly and pressed her Large breast against his fingers, letting his thumbs swipe over her nipples as his fingers played with the skin of her breast like strings.

She continued to moan out, her eyes closing… she loved his fingers so much… She opened her eyes and watched as his head lowered and his mouth engulfed her nipple, she moaned out loudly. “Oh god…” She breathed out, his lips feeling so heavily on her nipple. She gasped with a moan as he nibbled on her tender but hard nipple. She felt his other hand slowly slide down her stomach and over her perfectly shaped pelvis. His hand pushed the towel that guarded her sex away.

His fingers touching the cotton panties he smirks and slowly begins to pull away the worn down cloth, liquid leaking all over the table. He smiles and runs his fingers oh so smoothly over the dripping slit. “You’re dripping…” He whispers to her.

She smirks at him, “Your rock hard.”

He looks down and smiles at her.

“Then will have to do something about both of our dilemmas… won’t we?” She smiles and looks over at one of the many tables that had the leg area split open.

“What are those for?” She asks, pointing over towards them, her mouth almost dripping, wanting that huge looking dick in her mouth or better yet, in her pussy.

“Those… They are for vaginal messages.” He blinks and smiles, taking her hand and leading her over to one of the tables, laying her down, the head of it falling back as he stands in front of her face, dropping his pants. His huge dick comes out, pulling at about 3 1/2 in. wide and almost 8 1/2 in. long. Her mouth went from watering to pouring as she quickly opened her throat, allowing him to push his huge tool into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and started to suck on the massive member, letting him slide it in and out of her lips, covering it in her saliva. He was able to almost fit all of his dick into her mouth but it soon started to hurt her so he pulled out of her, a plopping being heard as her lips left the cock. He smiled and let the head prop again, wanting her to see her pussy be invaded by something the size of his dick.

He walks forward and lets his fingers run over the lips of her pussy before he moves his hand and grabs her thighs, slamming the entire length of his dick, hard and deep into the woman’s pussy, a loud and deep moan being heard from her throat.

He started to thrust faster and harder into this woman’s pussy then he ever had, stretching it with his huge size, her moans coming out as though she needed something new. The items that held her legs spread were now starting to rise up, giving him deeper penetration every thrust. His moans coming out and making her moan even deeper. She grabbed onto the side of the table, bracing herself for the next thrust, but was surprised when it never came.

Her eyes looking up at him as she felt another one of her holes become filled, her eyes going wide as tears spilled from each of them, pain searing though her body and a silent scream filled the room. He kept hold onto her, slowly starting to slide back and forth when he though she could take it. He saw her wince but less and less as he moved. Finally he started to move faster, moans issuing out from his and her own throat as he started pounding her ass hard, thrusting his dick into her stuffed ass.

He took her thighs, slamming himself harder into her, feeling that she would cum soon, he himself started feeling it… the liquid of her cum sliding down her pussy walls could be felt against his dick which was kept hard against each of the walls, the tightness was almost unbearable. They both moaned out into the small office as came shot though their bodies, her cum flying from her pussy and plastering against his chest. His own cum being sent flying far into Ashley’s ass.

The both fainted that very moment, his body laying on her own.

When they awoken, she made reservations to come for the next year, everyday, two times a day. The man smirked as she left, and started thinking of the many dirty and naughty things they would be doing for the next year.

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At age 20, life seemed that it was just beginning for Anna. In her sophomore year of college, she entered into a paid internship with a prominent law firm. She had an apartment of her own and her love life seemed to finally be taking off. Life was is good as anyone could dream.

After a few months of working at the firm, Anna started noticing things. Things about her supervisor. Her immediate supervisor started to take an unusual interest in her. At first it was little things like assigning certain tasks to her and work related things. Then it was as if he was hitting on her. He’d mention taking her out or how nice she looked.

At first she didn’t think much of it at all, but as time wore on the little things started becoming more and more sexual. At first it was slight banter and she played along, sometimes joking with him. But it increased into something more. She was slightly bothered by it because she was a virgin and never had done anything except for some heavy petting, but the more time that went by, the more she noticed that she looked forward to the glint in her supervisor’s eyes and the sexual remarks that he made. Although she did desire it, she would never actually do anything about it. Or so she thought.

One Friday, Jon asked her to stay late to work on a big case that had been on going the last few months. Of course she would. Anything to prove herself in the workplace. Jon and Anna had been working in his office when he had first started it. He looked at the clock and stood up and stretched. He took his tie of and unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. He asked Anna if she was hungry and if she was, that he would order takeout. She said she was and they ordered from the local Chinese restaurant. While they were waiting for the food, Jon directed the conversation to her life. He asked her questions about where she grew up, what her family was like and then proceeding to ask her about her love life. She answered honestly, telling him that she was seeing someone, but that she was also a virgin and had never really had any sexual experiences.

He jokingly said that he would help in that area. Anna laughed it off and said maybe. What she didn’t know was that Jon was completely serious. Even though he sounded as if he was joking, he wanted Anna’s tight virgin hole stretching to fit around him. He wanted to feel her tight pussy clenching his thick cock, strangling him until he burst with pleasure.

Jon found that his cock was rock hard, raging with desire and lust. He was sitting next to Anna on his leather sofa and he didn’t think that he could resist the temptation of this wanton virgin next to him. Even though she was a virgin, she certainly didn’t act like it. Over the last few months Anna had gone from shy intern, to full blown vixen. She wore tight short skirts that molded ankaraescortbayansitesi.com to her perfectly shaped ass. Tight blouses that never seemed to completely button up showing off her voluptuous breasts and “fuck me” high heels.

He leaned close to her and asked her if she would mind if he helped. She looked into his eyes with her emerald green eyes full of lust and said she wanted him to. He leaned over and kissed her deeply. His tongue invaded her mouth hot and demanding. She moaned as his hands moved to her breasts and massaged them. She arched her back into his touch craving more. He deepened the kiss, his tongue battling frantically with hers. His hands squeezed harder, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples through her shirt and bra, causing them to harden into tight peaks.

Anna felt as though she was melting. Her body was on fire with Jon’s touch. Her pussy throbbed and became soaked as he fondled her breasts and kissed her passionately. She found herself panting with desire. She didn’t know what had overcome her. She was seeing someone. This was her boss. What in the hell was happening? But the fire that streaked through her body straight to her core was drowning her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but let him overtake her.

Jon’s hands started undoing the buttons and she felt him reach around her and unsnap her bra. Her 36C tits fell free and he cupped them in his hands and moved his mouth over the hardened nipples. Anna gasped as his tongue licked and swirled about each nipple with great care. She writhed underneath his touch, crying out for more. He told her to lay down on the sofa and when she did, he pushed her skirt up over her hips revealing her black lacy thong she wore. He kissed her again and his hand moved down and covered her mound. His tongue battled ferociously with hers all the while his hand rubbing her hot mound, pushing her into higher ecstasy than ever before.

His finger traced up and down her slit with deliberate slowness. He slowly pushed his finger into her wet hole, slightly pushing the material of her thong into her. When he touched her clit, she cried out and wriggled beneath him, streaks of lightening pleasure flashing through her body like a violent storm. He rubbed harder and faster building her climax higher and higher. Right when she was about to cum, he stopped and replaced his hand with his mouth.

She jumped at the feel of his tongue through her thong. His tongue rasped up and down her slit, stopping at her clit to swirl around it. He then moved the thong aside and inserted a finger deep into her tight cunt. She screamed as his finger pierced through her and his tongue brought her to climax. Her orgasm came and burst through her body with the force of a thousand tornadoes. Her cunt gripped his finger hard and she weaved her fingers through his hair, pulling his face deeper into her spasming body. He licked up all the sweet cream that her body expelled and gave her cunt a little kiss.

He then stood up, his cock straining through his pants and undid them. He let them fall in a pool around his ankles. He grabbed Anna by the nape of her neck and with the other hand he gripped his cock and guided her mouth to it. He rubbed his cock on her lips reveling in how soft they were. He pushed his cock into her lips and she opened her mouth letting him slide into her. He groaned at how he filled her mouth with only the tip of him in her. Her mouth gripped him like a tight glove. He slowly pushed himself into her, inch by sweet inch. His hand still gripping the nape of her neck and the other one toying with her breasts.

Her mouth opened wider for him and his cock was now buried to the hilt in her mouth. He slowly began sliding it in and out of her mouth. He threw his head back as he began pumping his hips in a steady rhythm and Anna reached her hand out and massaged his balls. He cried out as he felt her hand rolling his nuts in her tiny hand. His pace began to climb faster and harder and he was driven to higher heights as the sucking sounds became more prominent.

He could feel his orgasm coming on. He drove harder and further into her, his cock touching the back of her throat. Anna felt his balls tighten and prepared for his climax. He yelled and grunted as his orgasm swept through him. Both of his hands were on her head now as he came. His cum spurted from the head of his cock and she felt him twitch in her mouth. His cum filled her mouth to the brim and she swallowed it down like it was a sweet drink. It spilled from her mouth onto her breasts and she massaged it into her silken skin. When he finally stopped cumming, she sucked him clean and he slid his cock from her sweet lips.

Jon leaned down and kissed her deeply tasting his seed in her mouth. He pulled her down onto the sofa with him and he made out with her while his body recuperated. His hands ran up and down her body, stopping for a moment and playing with her breasts. They squeezed her ass and massaged her pussy. He inserted a finger into her pussy and found that she was still sopping wet. He wanted her ready for him. He wanted her to stretch with his huge cock.

He reached down and pulled her thong all the way off admiring her shaven pussy that was clearly enjoying him. He inserted another finger and she gasped as he kept fingering her getting her good and ready. He then moved between her legs, grabbed his cock with his hand and rubbed it along her slit getting it nice and wet with her juices.

When he was coated with her juices, he began to push his cock into her. Little by little he slid his cock through her folds and into her fiery sheath. Her pussy stretched and he filled her to the max. She didn’t think that he was going to fit. He felt himself up against her thin barrier and stared down at Anna with lust filling his smoky eyes. She looked up at him with equal lust in hers and nodded and with one quick thrust he was through.

She gasped as the pain and pleasure rushed through her. His cock completely filled her pussy and he stilled for a few moments to let her adjust to his size. She nodded to him and he began to slide in and out of her tight wet cunt. He moaned as her pussy clenched his cock like a fist. She was so fucking tight. She strangled his cock with her tightness. His breath hitched in his throat and he fought for control as he wanted to just pound her dripping cunt with his long hard shaft. But she was new and he wanted it to be pleasurable for her as well.

His hands gripped her hips as he began to pick up a faster pace. She moaned and breathed yes to him. His cocked ached for release, yet he held on driving further into her silken heat. She cried out and her hips lifted from the sofa to meet every thrust of his with one of her own. Her breasts bounced with each thrust and she found herself reaching her hands up and playing with her nipples, tugging on them sending fiery sparks straight to her core.

Jon was driven at this point crazy with lust. Seeing Anna play with her own titties drove him over the edge. His long hard swollen shaft was now pounding her with a frantic rhythm. Her own thrusts bumped back into him bringing the pleasure even higher than before. He felt his orgasm coming. He felt his balls tighten, preparing to spill his thick cum.

Anna cried out as hers hit just before his did. She screamed as he drove his cock even further than she imagined and he finally came. His fingers bit deep down into her flesh as he pulled his cock from her and grabbed his cock and aimed it at her tits. He shot his hot sticky cum all over her tits. He grunted and his head fell back as his cum spurted from his cock and onto her chest. He came onto her for what seemed like forever and then when he was done he kissed her.

Anna massaged the cum into her skin loving how much he had cum on her. She smiled at him wantonly with satisfaction in her eyes. Jon smiled back and then the phone rang. Jon picked it up and smiled. Their food had finally arrived. He slid his pants back up and hurriedly put his shirt back on, haphazardly buttoning it up.

He went downstairs and paid for the food and when he entered his office again, he found Anna splayed all over the sofa waiting for him. She was still naked and her hand seemed to be pleasuring herself. He inhaled sharply and immediately set the food aside. It could wait. Right there in front of him seemed to be an employee who needed punishment. With a wicked glint in his eye and his cock now stiff with desire, he slammed the door shut and stalked over to the naked girl on his sofa.

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The Twin Pt. 01

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The characters in this story are aged 18.

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I’d heard my twin sister in the bunk below moaning. I had turned 18 just two weeks ago but actually so inexperienced with guys that I thought the guy was doing something bad to her. But the moaning didn’t really sound like she was in any sort of distress, I had actually Google searched as it happened and realised why she was making those noises. I knew my sister was a virgin like me when she had walked in our room but I was quite sure she was having sex. As my sister was reaching what Wikipedia had informed me was an orgasm, l was surprised to feel my own cheeks burning hot and heat spreading down my chest. I didn’t know if this was a twin connection but this was my first sexual experience – just the beginnings of arousal. Unfortunately the feeling disappeared just as my sister left the room with her boyfriend.

Curiosity was getting the better of me. Wanting to know what it actually felt like to be horny, I jumped down to the floor and pulled off my PJs, leaving my pink cotton briefs and bra on, As I looked at my freckled reflection in the long mirror in the corner of the room, ankaraescortbayansitesi.com I took a deep breath and pushed panties down a little to reveal the ginger hair covering my pussy. I squatted down to try and see the opening and began wondering how I had managed to get freckles right between my legs at the top of my thigh. I considered going back under my covers and touching myself with my fingers, wondering how I could get myself feeling hot again and realising I would probably have to Google for it! Just as I was about to climb to the top bunk, I heard a floorboard creak outside. I quickly pulled my panties back up and put my head around the bedroom door to see who was there.

He was on the landing outside my room and our eyes met and immediately I struggled to catch my breath, blood rushing to my freckled cheeks. He was my twins boyfriend and this was the first time I had seen his face. I think my brain and body were telling me that as twin sisters we found the same sort of guys hot. Just staring at the guy made that warmth in my cheeks and chest return and I felt quite giddy, however my shyness was overwhelming. I had no idea what to do or say.

“Hey you’re not Karla are you?”

I shook my head, my stomach flipped as my heart began beating so fast as I looked down his body. He was naked apart from his boxers. Noticing a growing bulge in them and realising I was almost completely undressed made my shyness get the better of me. Were my freckles actually hiding how much I was blushing?

He walked up to me and put his arm around me in a close hug. A wave of heat spread from my cheeks downwards, to my chest, stomach then right into my pussy. I let it it wash over me in a wave of giddiness as I put my arms around him. His hand was firmly grabbing my bum and it started to feel good.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispered quietly in my ear.

As I gave him a nod he quickly pulled my body tighter to his, our eyes meeting again. As his lips pressed on mine I closed my eyes and began kissing back in complete innocence, this was my first kiss. I was feeling something hard against my belly – the realisation that it was his penis made me worried. You have no idea how amazing our slow long kiss felt but after a minute he began give me quick, short ones. I felt my nipples tingling in response to his touch and I think they were getting hard. Each kiss seemed to turn me on more. After less than a minute I was breathing hard and struggling to hide the new pleasures I was discovering. In my head I quickly listed the things it had said in the article online. But I realised my arousal wasn’t like that and some things were happening before others.

His fingers confidently moved my hair back to expose my neck and then his lips began to caress the exposed skin. It caught me a little off guard when my pussy started to tingle after just two kisses there – even more so the fact that I felt completely safe and comfortable with what was happening. With each kiss the pussy tingles got more intense and I let out an involuntary moan as I felt an intense shiver of pleasure run down my body, I think then I began to throb for him. After a couple more neck kisses I felt a new sensation of hot wetness in my panties. Now I knew I was actually wet and wondered how long I had actually been wet for before it had soaked my knickers. I didn’t want the neck kisses to stop but at the same time I kind of wsnted something more. As my innocent mind began to reconcile what it was he interrupted my thoughts by whispering.

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Sensuality, Sexuality and the Modern Woman Ch. 02

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The first few weeks after the seminar were really difficult. I know my husband felt that something had changed. He sometimes just looked at me with a puzzled expression on his face as if to say, “Who are you and what have you done with my wife?”

I spent those weeks trying to find a way to talk to him about Louise. She and I promised each other that we would find a way to leave our marriages so we could be together. We spoke over the phone every day. We had a code so we didn’t alert our husbands. If we were free o talk we would message the other, ‘Is now a good time?” If it were, the other would ring straight away. If it weren’t, then the message would be ignored.

I was so conflicted. I realised that my life up until then was fairly conventional. I married a man I loved and we raised a beautiful family. But then I met Louise again and had a really intense, weeklong sexual relationship with her. I had never even thought about another woman but she made me feel so comfortable and special that I fell for her in a big way.

I still hadn’t spoken with him when Louise made plans to come and see me. She was going to get a hotel room for the weekend and invited me to stay with her. I told my husband that some of the women from the seminar were having a weekend away to catch up and that I wanted to go.

He was fine with me going. At this stage I think he was just happy to get me out of the house. I think I was a fair bitch to him when I came back from the seminar. Everything he did I compared with Louise. He was lazy and did nothing but the bare minimum in terms of maintenance around the house. He rarely cleaned the kitchen after he had made some food for himself and he would no sooner clean the bathroom than grow wings and fly to the moon. He’s even let his weight balloon to over 220 lbs.

Louise, on the other hand, was energetic and beautiful. She was houseproud and had pride in her own appearance. She always kept her things tidy. Did I mention how beautiful she was?

Anyway, as the Friday of her arrival dawned, I woke up really nervous for some reason. Then I realised that I was worried that Lou wouldn’t want me anymore and she was visiting to let me know that she was staying with her husband.

As it turned out it was all for nothing. She texted me when she arrived and I went to her hotel to meet her. She had told me her room number in the text so I went straight up and knocked on her door. Suddenly, there she was, my beautiful Louise. I stepped towards her as she went to hug me. We kissed and I melted. It felt, right at that moment, like we had never left the seminar. This time, though, there was only one bed in the room.

We took it slowly, teasingly. I stepped away from that first kiss and unzipped my dress. I slowly and seductively shrugged it off my shoulders and let it drop to my waist, displaying my tits encased in a sexy red bra. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Louise. Then I let my dress drop to the floor, showing her my matching red knickers.

She then undid her blouse. As she spread it I saw her lacy bra and her beautiful tits. She took the blouse off and undid her skirt. She too had matching knickers under her skirt. We stood there facing each other in our underwear. I tried to look at all of her at once. It drove me crazy.

She lay back on the bed and beckoned me to join her. I walked over slowly and lay next to her. We kissed, slowly and lovingly. Not a word had been spoken. I reached behind her and undid her bra. I took her tits out of their confining cups and kissed both of her nipples. “Oh, I’ve missed these,” I whispered.

I then attacked them with vigour. I nipped then and sucked them. I adored then. I used my hand on the one not in my mouth, then swapped. I was really enjoying myself. Judging by her shortening breaths and moans of Joy, Louise was too.

While I was doing that I felt Louise undo my bra. It fell to the bed. She fondled my tits and made the nipples stand up, hard and proud. It felt heavenly. She had a light touch but I needed her to be rougher. She must have known because she began squeezing and pulling at my nipples. My mouth left her breasts and found her mouth. We massaged each other’s tongues while we explored each other’s mouths, all the while playing with each other’s tits.

My hand wormed its way down to her knickers. I felt her wet slit through the thin material. ankaraescortbayansitesi.com I felt her hand doing the same thing to me. I knew I was sopping wet. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and began to tug at them. Louise lifted her bum off the bed to make it easier for me to remove them. As I threw them onto the floor, she grabbed the elastic of mine and pulled. I helped her as much as I could.

We were both naked on the bed. I drank in her beauty. For a fifty-year-old woman, she was perfect. Not classically beautiful but she had a confidence in herself that was beautiful to behold. She projected that she was happy with her body and confident enough to be naked in front of me.

My breasts were larger, but so were my hips. I was fairly happy with my shape considering I have given birth to five children, including twins. The look on Lou’s face seemed to show she was pretty happy with it too.

I kissed her mouth, then worked my way down to her nipples. After a short stay there I kept kissing my way down to her mound. I was in no hurry but I didn’t feel like teasing either. So when I eventually made it to her vagina I began kissing and licking it straight away.

She pushed herself into a position where she could lick me too so for the next little while we lapped at each other’s pussies. It was unhurried, but suddenly became more urgent for me when I felt the build up to orgasm. I began to lick her faster and harder. She did the same to me. I bit her clit lightly and sucked it into my mouth. The combination of biting and sucking saw Lou approach her first of what I hoped would be many orgasms for the weekend.

We hardly got out of bed for the whole weekend. When we weren’t making love we were talking. We found once again that we had pretty similar outlooks on life. We had both sacrificed our careers for our families, me in teaching and Louise as a nurse; all of our children had left home, leaving just ourselves and our husbands; and, probably most important of all, we seemed to both have problems at home that were similar. Louise said that she felt taken for granted. I feel the same. When I said that it was like we were a piece of furniture, Lou said she felt the same. It was amazing how much we had in common.

We had both been married for a similar amount of time, Lou had just celebrated 25 years and I was up to 27. We both went to the seminar originally to do something for ourselves for almost the first time in our lives. It was uncanny. Neither had ever thought about a lesbian relationship but both felt that it was exactly what we had been searching for, for a long time.

I had been unhappy in my marriage for about fifteen years, ever since my father died. When he died I felt that my husband didn’t emotionally support me through his illness. I felt left to my own devices and with no one to talk to about how I was feeling. My husband had lost his father while he was a teenager. I think he just didn’t know that I needed his support. As a result I felt abandoned and on my own when I most needed him. I had been carrying that resentment around with me for a long time and it affected our relationship in a negative way.

Louise had a similar, but more tragic story. Her eldest son was a victim of suicide when he was eighteen, seven years ago. Her husband blamed Lou for it so she was not only left to grieve on her own but carried a lot of guilt around as well. She said that counselling helped her over the worst of the guilt but she felt abandoned by her husband when her need was greatest, similar to me.

My husband complained about our sexual relationship all the time. The problem for me was that I didn’t feel the deep love for him that I once did. I felt that he just wanted sex for the sake of it. Louise told me she felt the same in her physical relationship with her husband.

We really seemed to connect that weekend on a deeper level that either of had with our husbands for many years. So when we discussed her proposal, my immediate thought was to stay with her from that moment on. That was impractical, I know, but it’s just how I felt.

Louise came from a family with money and her mother was still alive. She knew her mother would support her if she left her husband. She promised me that she would take care of me too. She wanted to support me to go back to my original job in education and she wanted to try her hand at nursing again. We had both tried part-time, secretarial work while our kids had been growing up. In fact, I had first met Lou a number of years ago when she was a secretary at my husband’s workplace. Neither of us wanted to go back to that again.

We made slow, quiet comfortable love with each other, both of us able to bring the other to quick, loud orgasms. We had loud, rushed sex and made each other scream with delight. One time, when Lou was devouring my pussy and making me squirm, she licked a finger and stuck it up my ass. I hadn’t had that happen before but I hope I’ll have it again. Instead of being on the brink of orgasm, I was a quivering mess of orgasmic bliss.

That was when I realised that making love with Louise was a completely unselfish act. We both wanted the other to feel loved and experience sexual highs and multiple orgasms. With our husbands there was no joy for us. Neither of them even thought about our sexual release. They were selfish lovers.

When Sunday evening came around and it was time for us to say goodbye we both cried. Neither of us wanted to go but we both knew we had to. We both promised to talk to our husbands about our marriages during the week and hope that it was all amiable.

I reluctantly went home to my husband. I knew what was going to happen in the following days and, while I knew it was inevitable, I wasn’t looking forward to it. I arrived home, parked in the driveway and went inside. My heart was pounding. I wasn’t going to say anything that night but I was still really nervous. I thought that he would be able to tell something was going on as soon as he saw me. I opened the door and stepped inside. He wasn’t home.

I breathed a sigh of relief but then thought, “Where’s he gone? He isn’t usually out on a Sunday night.”

My relief turned to anger. I knew it was irrational given that I’d been away two nights but I was angry. Typical of him really, not being there when I arrived.

I unpacked my bag and put the clean things away and the dirties in the laundry basket, separating lights from darks. I unpacked my toiletries and put them away too. Eventually I was finished unpacking. It looked as if I hadn’t been anywhere.

By this time it was ten o’clock and I was missing Louise.

I sent a text, “Is now a good time?”

My phone rang straight away.

“Hey, gorgeous, how are you? What’s going on?”

“Well, my lump of a husband isn’t home. I’ve got no idea where he is either, and really, I don’t care. I miss you already, lovely lady.”

“I miss you too, Jen. My husband is in bed already. He gave me a kiss hello and then told me he had an early start in the morning. He’s snoring away as we speak.”

I heard a car in our driveway. “He’s home, Lou, gotta go. Love you.”

“I love you too, Jen. Talk soon. Bye”

I put my phone in my pocket as my husband walked through the door.

“So, you’re home then?”

“What gave it away, the fact that my car is in the driveway, or the fact that I’m standing here talking to you?”

“Hey, don’t get your knickers in a twist, I was just saying…”

“Yes, dear, I’m home. Where have you been?”

“Out!”

“Hmm, OK, I’ll play along. Out where?”

“What does it matter to you where I’ve been. You’ve been away for two nights, I’ve been out for two hours.”

“At least you knew where I was.”

“Yeah, out with your lesbian friends.”

“What? What did you say?”

“I said, out with your lesbian friends,” he shouted.

I was shocked that he would say such a thing, even if it were true. “What are you talking about? What would you know anyway?”

“Everyone knows that those women’s spirituality seminars are a great big lesbo fest. No man in his right mind would go near any of those dykes.”

“Well, maybe none of those women would want a man with that sort of attitude. Who told you they were lesbians anyway? One of your mates who can’t get it up any more, probably.”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m going to bed.”

I was angry now. I followed him into the bedroom. “It just so happens that I met some of the most amazing, married women I’ll ever meet. Some of us just wanted some companionship, some friendship, that we weren’t getting at home. You never talk to me any more. We never share anything of ourselves any more. That’s what I went for – to talk with people who shared my feelings and weren’t afraid to say so.”

He said, “Yeah, a lot of dykes who couldn’t get a man if they tried. Those married ones are the worst. They say they’ll love you for ever and then expect you to be somebody different or they shut off the sex.”

“What are you talking about?” I steamed.

“Look, Jen, you and I both know that our marriage is fucked. I was talking about us. We never talk, we never have sex. You want me to change into someone different. And I’ve tried to change, I really have. But, you know, I’d rather be me and take the consequences rather than be what you want me to be and be miserable. You’ll blame me and I’ll blame you. We both know it. There’s no point saying anything else.”

I was surprised at the depth of his feelings about us. I never even thought he might be unhappy. And here I was trying to find a way to break it to him gently that I was leaving.

“Scott, I know, and I agree. And yes, I’ll blame you for a lot of things. But I’m mature enough to realise that I’m not perfect either. I’ll be leaving tomorrow. Hopefully we can have an amicable split. I don’t hate you; I doubt I’ll ever hate you. But I don’t love you anymore either. I need to leave to find happiness. I think deep down you need this too. I’m sorry it had to end like this but I think it’s for the best.”

I walked out of our bedroom and into the spare room and shut the door.

The next morning I heard him get ready for the day. As soon as he left I got up and readied myself. I began packing my personal belongings. Apart from my clothes, my sewing machine and my books, most of the things left were jointly owned, bought for the family home.

At about ten o’clock I got a message from Louise, “Is now a good time.” I rang her straight way.

“Hi, babe. How are you,” I said?

She sobbed. “He hit me.”

“What?”

“I told him I was leaving and he hit me. Punched my right in the face.”

“Oh, Lou, you poor darling. What can I do? Is there a hospital you can go to?”

“Yeah, I’m there already, just waiting. The cops are here too. They want to talk to me.”

“Tell them everything, my darling. I’ll drive over right now to be with you. I told Scott I was leaving. I think he almost expected it. He’s at work and I’ve just packed my things. I’ll put them in the car and head over to see you right away.”

“Thank you, darling. I need a hug.”

“Oh, you’ll be getting more than a hug, that’s for sure.”

“I wasn’t sure whether to leave a note or not. In the end I took off my wedding and engagement rings and left them on the kitchen table with a note. “I’ll talk to you in a few days to sort something out about the house.”

I looed around what had been my home for the last twenty-seven years. I shed some tears but I was secure in the knowledge that I was doing the right thing.

EPILOGUE – Six months later

Scott and I had the amicable split I had hoped for. We both knew it simply had to happen. Fortunately he was happy to sell the house and much of the contents. We took what we wanted – I wanted the bed, he wanted the television. We both owned our cars outright. We split the money evenly between us and promised that we would stay in touch.

The kids were shocked and saddened that we had split up. We both sat them down and explained the situation. They accepted it eventually and the fact that we didn’t hate each other was a bonus.

Louise had a family place not far from where I lived. It was a little place in the country in between the town I lived in and the town she lived in. Her mother gave it to her as a gift. When I got up the courage I invited my children to visit me there. One weekend they all showed up. My eldest daughter with her husband in tow, my second daughter with her boyfriend, my eldest son with his girlfriend and my twins by themselves. Louise wasn’t there for their arrivals. She came later.

When she arrived, I met her car outside and took her by the hand. I led her into out lounge room and said to everybody, “This is Louise, everyone. She is my special friend. We met a while ago and fell in love. We are engaged and as soon as those silly politicians get their heads out of their asses and allow gay marriage, we’re getting married.”

There was genuine delight from all of my children, summed up by my youngest son, “Mum, if Louise makes you happy then we’re happy.” He looked at Lou and said, “Welcome to our family, Louise.”

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The Sweetest of Times

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am slowly uploading my back catalogue of stories currently.

Author’s note: as I’ve been receiving some very peculiar comments, I’d like to clarify that all commenting on stories has been disabled and I’ve changed my feedback to only allow non-anonymous comments. These are my oldest works and I’d also like to note that furry/anthro work is pure fantasy and it’s just a way of imagining characters that this particular fandom appears to enjoy – it is not animal sex. I have some real erotic animal (dragons etc) stories but, if those are actually permitted here, they will be tagged correctly and in the correct category.

Until then – please enjoy! The newest stories, when I come to them, will be my best work in terms of style, grammar and so on; so please be patient while I upload the back catalogue.

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The Sweetest of Times

William poked at his sandwich, seated alone in the raucous school canteen. The gun-metal grey wolf sighed theatrically, tearing apart bread and cheap luncheon meat until it no longer resembled a sandwich or anything that a self-respecting wolf should devour. In his free paw was a small, black box of a mobile phone, one of the newer models that friends should have been eager to see, if he had had any friends close enough to talk to about such gadgets. Other students in the densely populated high school avoided him in the corridors and the same rang true in the canteen, so he could at least spend lunch breaks in relative peace. Hell, even the skunk boys had more company than he did. The lengths to which other students went to in order to avoid being around him had risen to ridiculous proportions, but what could one wolf do? Lilith said they found him intimidating.

“Not hungry today, are we?”

He jerked back, shocked to be addressed as the subject of his thoughts startled him. A small black cat with grey on her paws and the underside of her muzzle shifted anxiously from hind paw to paw, her hazel eyes contemplative. She stood with her arms folded across her chest and a book clasped between them as if she was afraid that someone would snatch it away if she released it for even a moment. As was usual for her, she wore her ‘Pikachu’ hooded sweatshirt with the hood tugged up around her ears. The pointed, Pokemon ears flopped to the sides comically, though the cat was unaware of their disarray, which made her appear as if she was drooping with dramatised sadness: typical Lilith.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” He gestured at the phone, though the wolf could not keep the smile from his voice; it was hard not to smile around Lilith. “I thought you were going for lunch today with the girls.”

“Not today,” she slid easily on to the seat beside him. “Jane and Sarah are fighting again and, well, you know how that goes. I just don’t get why those two are still friends after all this drama.”

Oh yes, William knew all too well about that particular duo. He had heard about the fights between Jane the husky and Sarah the malamute for too many years, even if he would always listen to Lilith no matter what she wanted to talk about. He couldn’t fathom how those two canines always seemed to drift back together after every one of their explosive fights, usually public, both growling at one another as ferociously as ones caught in a lover’s feud. Perhaps they were locked away lovers.

“So you’d rather sit here alone with me?” He asked critically. “Surely the free show is more than worth it.”

Lilith rolled her eyes and clapped a paw over her lips to stifle an untimely chuckle.

“I’m not here alone if I’m with you,” she said, opening her book to ensure the purple bookmark had not dropped free during the course of carrying – she could not stand to lose her place while reading. “So what did that poor sandwich do to you?”

“Nothing,” William sighed. “Just not hungry, that’s all.”

“Don’t you make your own lunch?”

The wolf shook his head, unwilling to agree or disagree. He would only seem stupid if he admitted aloud that he made his own lunch every day, yet rarely ate any of it. He hated to look stupid, especially in front of Lilith. Sure, she was his best friend, but sometimes the simplest of actions around her had him stumbling over his paws like a pup, goofing up yet again. And the ‘goof up’s’ often included things that he’d rather not repeat or recall, quite frankly.

He looked up, caught her eye and looked away again, cheeks burning. What was wrong with him? Digging out her own lunch from the depths of her shoulder bag, Lilith scooped a squashed sandwich on to the crumb-strewn table, nose wrinkling in distaste. The wolf shuffled awkwardly, lost for words that should have come far more easily around his friend than they currently were. Was he unwell? He had felt Avrupalı porno fine before… He had felt fine before Lilith had joined him. Or as fine as a lone wolf could feel. What was going on? Thoughts scrambling for precedence, he dared not answer his own question. Instead, he cleared his throat loudly, glancing awkwardly from side to side as her gaze slid vacantly away from his.

“Are we still on for this weekend?” He asked, hoping she had not noticed his fumbling change in demeanour.

She unwrapped her sandwich slowly, lost in her own thoughts. William had to poke her shoulder to get her attention and she jumped as if she had been stung, tail fluffing up in surprise. Biting back a laugh, the wolf repeated the question and her muzzle lit up with a smile.

“Oh! Yes,” she grinned shyly. “My mom said it was okay for you to stay over, said she didn’t know why I was asking.”

“We are over each other’s places quite often,” William admitted, scratching away an itch from the back of his paw. “It’s not exactly uncommon for us.”

“Nope!” She chirped. “Not strange! Dad isn’t too keen on it though, but you know how he is. He thinks the worst of everything, worst case scenario and all that.”

“What would be the worst case scenario?”

“Probably setting something on fire.”

William laughed, a note of embarrassment in his reluctant amusement. That had only been one time and the sofa had been fine once they had dumped water from the vase over the arm. The flowers in the vase had been less okay. He was abruptly aware of every little motion, the sound of his breathing and the way his heart pounded against his eardrums. The beat was obnoxiously loud and he wondered that Lilith could not hear it and question. She seemed too caught up in her own lunch to engage in greater conversation or awareness, however, so William was left to silently suspect.

Why didn’t she know? They said males were the slowest to catch on but Lilith… He sighed heavily. Couldn’t she see how much he cared about her? He didn’t know about anything more – how could he?

“Something on your mind?” Lilith cocked her muzzle.

A strand of brown hair tugged free of her hood, fluttering across her eyes.

“No, nothing,” he said, as unwilling and evasive as ever: he could not say.

“I think I know you a bit better than that.” She put her half-eaten sandwich down. “Come on – tell me.”

“Oh, it’s…” William cast about vaguely for something – anything – that he could say instead of the suspected truth. “Oh, a test later.”

“I didn’t think you usually worried about tests,” Lilith’s mouth twisted sympathetically. “Must be a bad one.”

“It’s with Mr Evans, you know what he’s like.”

A perfect excuse at least.

“Yeah, I know,” Lilith fell for it, shuddering in memory; she had had the strict otter for her chemistry module last semester. “Do you want me to quiz you before you face the beast?”

“It would certain increase my intellect points.”

William kept his expression as neutral as possible as Lilith struggled to work out whether or not he was serious, whiskers twitching curiously. A smile tugged at the corner of the wolf’s lips, giving the game away, and she broke into a smile, rolling her eyes.

“You are such a geek,” she laughed, tearing away the crusts from her sandwiches, a personal quirk. “You had me going then, thanks, wolf.”

“Geek? Look who’s talking!” He teased, warmth flooding his veins. “It’d be a help if you did quiz me though, really would appreciate it.”

“‘course I will,” she said. “What’s the poison this time?”

Lilith was smarter than she claimed and, although he was actually fine with the content of the upcoming test, William could not deny that he was grateful for additional assistance. Perhaps he was a little too much of an intellectual due to his self-imposed solitude, but nothing helped him more when studying than another fur to bounce questions and answers off. Lilith was especially helpful and what wolf would he be if he did not take the chance to spend even more time with her.

Licking his dry lips, he dragged his stained science textbook from his backpack, ignoring Lilith’s ‘tut’ of disapproval: she could not stand a damaged book. Thankfully, William did not mind damaged textbooks for school subjects as he usually succeeded in destroying them during the course of study – how he did this, he could never accurately relate – and cared little if they served their purpose. The feline’s textbooks, on the other paw, were irrefutably pristine and she mourned a damaged book like she would a friend. She took the textbook from him and fired off questions rapidly, testing his skills in every manner she could think of. She mimicked the otter teacher’s style so precisely, however, that William was hard pressed to take the study seriously, earning some light-hearted chiding.

When the bell rang for next period, signalling the end of their lunch slot, Lilith sighed, tugging her hood down a little further over her forehead as she wished to disappear into it. The wolf’s ears perked. Maybe she was disappointed Video porno to have to leave him? Maybe she wanted to spend more time with him? Or maybe his hopes were simply the futile ones of a friend that wanted more. He cleared his throat, banishing the threads of moping, and poked her shoulder, startling a smile from her downturned lips. She was even more beautiful when she smiled. Their eyes met in a moment of connection, neither wanting to leave the table and walk away, and shyness bade Lilith to shuffle her hind paws uncomfortably, skin tingling beneath her fur.

“Meet you after last period?” William smiled, sliding his glance away. “I’ve got that book to give you, but it’s in my locker.”

He swore her eyes lit up with the mention of a new book and warmed with satisfaction: thankfully, his interest in reading and exploring fresh genres had hit the right note this time. No goof up. Lilith’s tail flicked against his leg, almost unconsciously, and he flushed.

“Sure,” she met his smile with her own, glancing quickly down as she edged towards her next class. “Took you long enough! I’ll see you then.”

*

“Oh come on!” William thumped the controller against his leg, feigning anger. “I had that one!”

“Clearly not.”

Uncharacteristically, Lilith’s lips curved up in a cheeky grin, paws folded around the gaming console’s controller.

The weekend had come at last and the pair sat on the floor in front of the wide, beige sofa, a bowl of popcorn between them. It was an hour after last period late Friday afternoon and Lilith had challenged William to a gaming match (as one does), which turned out to be much to his detriment. Neither would have considered themselves hardcore gamers, though there was good fun in the challenge, even if William felt that he was a little too prone to losing at Mario Kart. He would have thought he would have been better at the game with the bright graphics, but the silly voices made him laugh and lose concentration – a fatal move when it came to gaming with Lilith. He was better at other games, so he supposed it did not really matter. Gaming was simply another thing that he had in common with Lilith, even if she teased him when he lost. Regardless of this loss, he would get her back in another game, there was no doubt about that!

“I’ve got to get you into something better than this,” William shot her a sideways glance.

“Hey, don’t have a go at Mario!” Lilith’s fur fluffed up as she was briefly affronted. “At least I don’t need to know ten hours of story and plot behind this game before going out to shoot things one after another.”

The wolf laughed and grabbed a piece of popcorn, tossing it in the air and catching it expertly in his maw. Lilith shook her head in a pretence of long-suffering weariness.

“Say what you will: shooters are just another brand of hack and slash games.”

“Take that back!” William mock-growled.

“Or what?” The cat’s eyes sparkled deviously.

“Or else!”

She laughed, calling his bluff, and William pounced, grabbing her wrists and lightly wrestling her back against the sofa. Squeaking in surprise, the feline squirmed, eyes startlingly wide until they narrowed into sly slits in the next heartbeat. She twisted like a snake, almost throwing the wolf off – not that he was exerting much pressure on her shoulders as he pinned her back. Tail wagging nineteen to the dozen, William scrambled on to his knees, dropping backwards to the carpet with the feline on top of him as they wrestled playfully. They rolled from side to side for a few seconds, neither gaining the upper paw, until the wolf managed to manoeuvre on top. Using his weight to his advantage, he bore the agile feeling down until she was pinned by his body, unable to squirm free. Trying to ignore how her body pressed to his made him feel, he caught her flailing wrists and trust them above her head.

“Gotcha!” William yelped triumphantly, slamming Lilith’s paws gently back against the carpet.

She huffed and wriggled but his greater size and bulk rendered her near helpless in such a position.

“You still can’t beat me in game,” she quipped, tail lashing wildly.

“We’ll see about that.”

Realising that he was still holding Lilith down, William scrambled back hurriedly, coughing lightly into his paw and scooping up a paw full of popcorn to hide the pink tinge colouring the interior of his ears. He could almost feel the heat emanating from his muzzle and, no stranger to his own body, his jeans were uncomfortably tight in one particular area. What was wrong with him? It was Lilith! And it was that fact that made all the difference between her and any other female fur.

Shaking his head as if to clear water from his ears, the wolf flopped on to the sofa, sinking into the plush cushions. A moment or two later, Lilith joined him, sitting at the other end with one leg crossed over the other, hind paw jiggling in what he would have thought a nervous twitch. Then again, he could not imagine Lilith being nervous around him. There were very specific things that the feline became nervous about – tests like the one he had undertaken earlier in the week, for example – and William was fairly confident that he was not one of them. What if he had made her feel uncomfortable though? The tip of his tail twitched anxiously.

“Do you want to take your bag up to the spare room?” Lilith broke the silence, swallowing hard.

Holding back a sigh – what was wrong with the cat now? What had he done? – William nodded quietly and leaned over the arm of the sofa to grasp the strap of his navy holdall. It had a sports brand logo embellished on the side but he was not big on brands or following what was popular and what was not. It was such a waste of time. His tail drooped as he stood, glancing at the cat to catch her sliding her gaze away, arms folded across her stomach. She had shed her hooded sweatshirt for a black tank top in the warmth of the house and hardly seemed to notice how it clung to her torso. It shamelessly highlighted the shape of her breasts, even through the loose fabric, catching William’s eye as he tried not to look.

“Um…” He coughed, the flush across his muzzle evident to the curious feline. “I’ll just take this up… Back in a minute.”

Could he have been any more awkward? William fled the room as if the hounds of hell snapped at his heels, bag thumping painfully against his hip. Angrily, he half-stomped up the stairs, only checking himself when he recalled that Lilith’s mother was still in the house; it wouldn’t do to aggravate them, he didn’t want to be kicked out. Did Lilith want to get him out of the room for some reason? Why did he have take his bag upstairs right that minute? His thoughts whirled and he thought himself a petulant cub briefly, as his understanding was of such.

At the top of the stairs, he automatically turned right, passing Lilith’s room and the upstairs bathroom, pushing the door open to the spare room with the small double bed. Barely large enough for the bed and a chest of drawers, Lilith told him before that it had used to be a study when her father worked from home. He supposed he was lucky they had converted it into a guest bedroom over the years; it meant that he had not had to sleep on an uncomfortable, old air mattress any longer. Squeezing into the room, he dropped his bag in the narrow gap at the foot of the bed and rubbed the back of his neck, gathering himself to return downstairs. Why did things have to be so difficult? He had no answer for that question, which was only to be expected in his flurry of thinking.

He turned and nearly leapt out of his skin. As quiet as a mouse (which was amusing when one considered Lilith’s species) the feline had crept into the bedroom and stood in the doorway. She leaned against the door frame as she fidgeted with a loose thread in her tank top, eyes curiously downcast. Trying to slow his rapidly beating heart – damn, she had scared him! – William scratched his arm, counting slowly backwards from three: enough time to compose himself.

“Why’d you follow me up?” He said at last, making a feeble attempt at a joke. “I know where the room is, I’ve been here enough. Did you think I’d get lost?”

“Ah, well,” Lilith shuffled, arms crossed tightly over her chest – something that William noted with a flicker of disappointment. “I didn’t mean to be…you know…”

“Huh?” William blinked, uncomprehending.

Just what was she on about? The wolf shook his head slowly, paw smoothing the grey fur on his arm flat. Lashing her tail – anxiously? – Lilith licked her lips and shrank back against the frame, seeming to quail under the light probing, if it could even be counted as such. He couldn’t bear to see her so timid. Embarrassment forgotten, he stepped forward in a sudden surge of boldness and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her in close to his broad chest. She was so small that the tips of her ears did not even brush his chin and, after a tense moment, she unfolded her arms and hugged him back, cheek pressed to his chest with a quiet purr. Holding each other close for seconds that seemed to flit by far too quickly, William closed his eyes and inhaled her soft, feminine scent, the clean, floral aroma of her fur conditioner oddly alluring.

“Let’s go back downstairs,” Lilith breathed a sigh, refusing to look up. “Please?”

“Of course,” William said at once.

Though he was perplexed by her behaviour, he followed her back down the stairs, pretending his gaze was lowered to watch his step rather than admire her body. Why could she not see? He must be making her uncomfortable, he decided with a shamed flush, which meant he would have to try much harder to hide his affections from her. It was all he could do…right?

Things seemed to revert to normal for some time, for which William was thankful. Still, it was as if the two of them were going through a set of very well practiced motions, which admittedly came easily to both of them. Well, it could have just been in William’s mind, as he was becoming prone to over-thinking events as they became increasingly confusing. Half an hour later, the wolf’s brow furrowed in concentration as he determinedly paid the feline back for the humiliating Mario Kart loss. Shooters were definitely more his forte, even if Lilith made a formidable team member in group games. Strange to think that such a sweet cat was deadly with a controller in her paws.

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Self-Control

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Brunette

I step out of the limousine and into the sodium-yellow of the city lights. Dressed to the nines: sequins and lace and sheer silks. Shoes that cost hundreds, with a heel that I can barely walk in (let alone dance in) but without which the look would be incomplete. Because the point is not function. The point is the form and fit.

It’s like a hundred other events. Premieres, thousand-a-plate political dinners, grand-re-openings of whatever building has been newly renovated this year. It’s like them all, and I’m not even sure what this one is celebrating, only that I have to attend, have to look good on his arm, because that’s what my job is.

So I’m smiling, taking the hand of that acquaintance, telling him how long it’s been, cocking my eyebrow in the way that implies I find him attractive, that I could have been his, if he’d only been as great as my husband is. It’s reflexive, born of four years’ practice. And it’s tedious. But I do it again to the next guy, too. And the next. Because part of the alpha-male dominance game is letting them know what they’re missing, and I know what’s expected of me.

Beatrice Shellesworth, matronly and insipid, takes my hand and marvels at how good I look, and how much she missed me at the charity gala last month. I respond with the appropriate noises, the brimming-over enthusiasm which is supposed to tell her how much I regretted having to make the trip to London for the business conference instead. She is not fooled; she knows the game, too, and was playing it long before I entered the scene. Bitch.

I hate them all. Myself not least.

Then there’s the entrance, with its doormen and luxurious red carpeting, and the elegant table with the gilt-lettered parchment, Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Plantagenet. I’m just Mrs. Him.

The wine is typical– the best doesn’t get any better if you’ve had it seven times in the last year– and the conversation doubly so. This is all building to a fever pitch for me, and with a fixed smile I excuse myself to powder my nose… and head instead for the exit. My head is ringing, and my ears are buzzing and for some reason tonight, my God, tonight I just can’t fucking take this at all for one minute longer and I need to escape.

The limo driver looks confused; he’s not even pulled away from the line of cars at the curb, yet, and already I’m leaping into the back seat. My face is in my hands, and I’m trying to breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Keep it together.

“Mrs. Plantagenet, are you okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” I reply, barely audible.

“Uh, I’m getting to the front of the line, soon. Did you… did you want me to take you someplace, or just park across the street?”

“No! İstanbul Escort Get me away from–” I stop myself. I don’t need this guy to know how upset I am. I need to regain control. “No, I’m just feeling a bit ill right now. Can you drive around a bit? A long trip would not be bad. With the windows open, for some air?”

He nods, looking at me sympathetically. I’m not sure he buys my sickness line, but regardless, he does what I request.

***

The city is a cacophony of colored sparkles against a background of concrete gray, and it soothes me in ways that the thrum of the limo engine only touch on. I’ve always loved the glory of urbanity: the buildings, the way the sound of car horns never abates, even the smell of grease from the local grill, mixed with the barest tang of gasoline fumes. I’ve heard the complaints, and I can’t deny them, but they are outweighed, for me, by the vibrance and the sheer immensity of man’s creation, and I love them all the more. It’s why I came here.

Came so long ago that the city is in my bones, now, but every now and then there is the recollection of that plague of a place where I was born. Of those people who wanted nothing more for me than pregnancy and housekeeping, and who scoffed at and even openly scorned my desires to improve myself and be a part of a larger world. “Stay here and you’ll have the love of your family to guide you, the love of good, clean land, and God,” that creature who named himself my father had said to me as I packed my bags that last night. “You go to the city and you’ll be nothing but a rich man’s whore.”

I damn him for being a sodomizing, incestual sonofabitch. I damn him for the ignorance-loving, self-righteous bumpkin he was. Most of all, though, late at night as I wash Joshua’s filth from my soul, I damn him for being right.

I’d come to the city, worked my way into the money needed to go to college, and there in some godforsaken class on English composition I’d met my destiny. He’d been quite charming, and willing to spend money to make me happy and keep me happy, and had opened doors to a piece of the city I’d only seen in films and glamour magazines. The shimmer had entranced me even as it had blinded me to the trap I’d walked into, and it wasn’t until five years in that I realized when I became his I’d lost all the things that were delightful and unique about myself. And what was more, I knew I’d never have the will to leave.

My nausea passes slowly, but the inner demons still haunt me, and it is a while before I see the streets as anything corporeal. When I realize that we have passed the fourth bar denoting “Old Style On Tap”, I know we are far from the place I call Anadolu Yakası Escort home and that I will get out here. Somewhere here. Soon. I see a line of people entering the door of a grubby building with no sign and order the driver to stop the car. Here.

“Mrs. Plantagenet?” he inquires.

“I want to get out here.”

“Mrs. Plantagenet, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Neither do I.” I pop open the door before he can say more and the clicking of my heels gives a response to anything he might still have left unsaid. I cross the street and walk to the front of the line, where a burly man with an untrimmed beard checks identification. I have no handbag or wallet, but either he can read my age on my face or he has looked me up and down and decided I am more of an asset to the establishment than a liability. He gestures for me to enter.

I’m grossly out of place here, with my elegant coiffure and my thousand-dollar dress: most of the women here are wearing black and the ones who are not are wearing their underwear as outerwear. Or so it seems to me. The miniature piercings of my ears seem silly and trite next to the piercings in evidence on the rest of the patrons, male and female… and the tightness of the womens’ garb makes it evident that other piercings are present and half-concealed. Only my heels are appropriate, and then only due to their height and the sharpness of the points to which they are whittled. No one else is being seen in ivory.

It’s reassuring. There is a world away from my own, a planet where Joshua doesn’t belong and couldn’t belong. A place where my life can be a distant memory.

I head for a table and order a drink from the obviously-amused barmaid. Something strong is required– straight vodka, some top-shelf brand named “3”. I drop it down and demand another, throwing her my American Express and asking for a tab. It’s smooth and not punishing enough. I switch to Popov for the next three.

It is there and then that she finds me: blurred vision, slumped atop a bar stool with my hair in disarray from repeatedly, violently throwing the drinks back, smelling of the other patrons’ cigarette smoke. She is dressed in white, too, but somehow does not look out of place.

“Hello, angel,” comes the voice, and I assume it’s from her lips. I can’t concentrate because the pounding of the music is playing games with my perception.

“I’m no angel,” I return with a smirk. “I live in hell.”

“Welcome to heaven, baby,” she laughs, grabbing my unresisting hand and dragging me to the dance floor. I can’t dance in this state, but I don’t need to: she’s dancing me around, rubbing herself against Ümraniye Escort me in calculated attempts to arouse me. Successful attempts, I am suprised to discover. I don’t love women. Not that way. Not usually.

Her arms are wrapped around me, now, her pubic mound grinding into mine as her thighs part my own, slightly. I’m teetering on the edge of unconsciousness and lesbianism and she’s the only thing holding me up. I moan into the side of her neck and beg her to take me… “home”, I’m thinking, but somehow never get around to adding that word. She wraps me in her strong arms and eases me out a back entrance, where a uniformed woman of her apparent acquaintance waits and helps drag me to a black sedan.

The blurriness from the music is gone now, and I’m starting to recover my sanity, and I reach for the door handle to escape, but at a word from her I lose volition. Tears streak down my face as my conflicted emotions struggle for control of my expression.

“No, angel,” come her words, and this time I can see that her lips have not moved. She brushes aside my tears and tastes their saltiness on her fingers. “You are mine, now. You are mine to control.” Her hands have torn the front of my dress askew and my panties are on display. She grins and paws at my pussy through them. My moisture has made the thin fabric slick and her fingers slide easily where she wants them. Where I want them. “You belong to me.”

No. I don’t want to belong to anyone. Not Joshua, not her. No one. But the only thing which can break through my lips is, “I don’t… I don’t want that. I want to be free.”

“You have to submit to be free. You have to give up your self-control, but when you do, you can truly be Free.”

“Free…” I chant back, and my inner muscles contract with the sound of the word, with the sound of her voice, with the sound of my moans. I’m coming, and I cannot stop, and it feels oh so good, and I want to be like this forever.

Free.

***

I’m wearing white, a cheap dress on a cheaper girl. The tight rayon hides nothing of my body, and I purposely don’t shave my cunt because I want it to show through the translucent material when I’m walking down the street. I’m in the artsy side of town, because the high concentration of lesbians there means I get to eat pussy more often, and eating pussy reminds me of who made me this way, and I can come without even touching myself. Come hard. I have to take care to readjust my makeup after each session, because the cunt-smeared lipstick gets onto my cheeks and chin, and even though I love the “painted” look, I’ve found I get fewer customers that way. Who’d have thought people renting a whore would be so picky about where she’d been last?

I’m completely out of control of my life. I’m fucking strangers with the body I call my own, lips coated with come and with pussy almost twenty-four hours a day, and giving Her Ladyship the cash proceeds.

But I’m me. I’m not Mrs. Anyone.

I’m finally me.

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Me N Dee

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Blonde

This story begins with a woman I met at a new job I had. Her name was Dee. She was of Hispanic descent, dark skin, big brown eyes, almost black hair a little longer than shoulder length. A nice round ass and very large breasts. We seemed to hit it off right away, she was very nice, polite, helpful and also had a very sexy way about her. She was going through a messy divorce, and had not had any kind of relationship with her soon to be ex for some time.

After about six months of working together and developing a very good relationship it was the holiday season, and we were at our company’s holiday party. The party was more of a labor than fun, but after a few cocktails things seemed to loosen up a bit. I could see Dee was having the same “fun” I was, but was also into a few cocktails herself. She was in a black tight sleeveless dress, which looked like it was made for her, and every now and then, it rode up just enough for me to see stocking tops. She looked great to say the least.

The party had wound down and most everyone had left. I asked Dee if she needed a ride home and she gladly accepted. As we walked to my car we talked. As we talked, we flirted as we had come to usually do. We got to my car and just sat for a while and talked some more as we were both enjoying our conversation and our flirting all fueled by the cocktails we had consumed at the party.

Things started getting a bit more cozy than usual and we seemed to be sitting closer and closer and talking lower and lower until our lips finally met. It was like an electrical explosion. She has wonderful full lips that were made for kissing among other things. Our tongues seemed to be dancing the lambada. We continued kissing and caressing for quite some time before we finally broke. We looked at each other with lust and longing which had been building up for the past six months.

I caressed her body over her clothes, her compact shoulders, down the curves of her sides, back up and over her full breasts. I reached down to her calf and let my hand come slowly up her leg. Not sure of her reaction I inched my way up and her reaction became clear by the way she parted her legs. I took this as an open invitation so I kept on up and under her dress, above her stocking tops to her already moist panties. I hooked my finger around the elastic of her panties to find her hot wet pussy. I moved my finger around to get it good and wet.

I eagerly brought my finger to Kadıköy Escort my mouth for my first taste of her juices. It was like heavenly ambrosia and a taste I’d soon be all too familiar with. I brought my hand back down, and teased her outer pussy lips with my fingers. Her moaning and grinding were increasing with every move of my finger. I played with her swollen clit with my thumb while getting my middle finger inside her hot drenched pussy. This seemed to drive her over the top. Dee exploded in orgasm. Wave after wave wracked her body, as she shook uncontrollably. I let her settle a bit before I brought her to her next orgasm. Dee then gave me the uncle single as if to say she’d had enough for now.

As we kissed some more, I felt her hand glide over my cock in my pants. Her initial touch was wonderful, light yet firm. She knew what she was doing and knew how to handle a cock. Dee unzipped my pants and slid her hand inside. At that moment fear came over me as I realized I was wearing panties as I usually did under my work clothes. The moment of truth was upon me. Her reaction blew me away. Rather than getting freaked out or upset, she seemed to go into sexual overdrive, her breathing increased and she seemed to have a small orgasm. She later told me how hot she thought it was and that it really turned her on to have her man dressed in women’s clothing.

She bent down and took my now raging hard on out of my panties and started licking the shaft of my cock from top to bottom. Then she opened her mouth and slowly took my cock down her throat. She was quite good at this I’d have to say. She knew just where to put pressure on my cock with her tongue, right at the little v on the underside of the head, and she knew how to compliment that with just the right amount of increasing suction. Needless to say it did not take long for my to explode into her mouth. She took every last drop of my huge load, milking my cock for more and more till I was completely drained. I was in heaven.

We got ourselves back together and I took her home. A few months past and her divorce was final. As we had grown closer she decided to move closer to me so we could spend more time together. We saw each other every day at work, and spent every weekend together, usually at my place. On one particular weekend Dee had a little surprise for me. We had just cleaned up after an early dinner and she instructed me to follow her into the bedroom. Ataşehir Escort On the bed was laid out a black bra and panty set and a matching chemise, a type of sexy slip.

A pair of thigh high stockings and a pair of black velvet four inch high heels. I was a bit confused till Dee told me to get out of the clothes I was wearing and put the things she had bought me on. I was able to dress myself and Dee helped me fix my hair, which was long to begin with and she did my make up for me. I got up and looked in the mirror…damn I looked hot! Dee had left and reappeared in the same outfit. We looked great together, if we would have went out, I’m sure we would have had heads turning.

We embraced each other and began kissing with uncontrolled passion. The feeling of the silk we were both wearing rubbing against each other was an unbelievable turn on. We caressed each other’s bodies for what seemed like hours. I was hard as hard could be and Dee was dripping pussy juice. Not wanting to waste a good thing, I knelt in front of Dee and slid her panties down and off. I licked her stocking clad legs slowly working my way higher and higher, past her stocking tops to where I could smell her honey. I eased her on her back on the bed.

I started licking her outer pussy lips, up and down slowly, making my tongue broad and flat. I kept this teasing up for a while until I split her pussy with my tongue. I licked her slit from bottom to top, from ass to clit over and over again until she had her first orgasm. I then concentrated on her clit. I pealed all the skin back to expose it so I could begin my assault. I licked from side to side, then up and down and sucking it like a little cock. While doing this I had first one then two fingers inside her pussy. At this point I think she was in the constant state of orgasm. This went on for about thirty minutes and at that point she needed a break.

Dee turned her attentions to my throbbing cock. She slid my panties off and went right to work, licking and sucking. She too licked me from top to bottom, from my ass to the tip of my cock. After a while she began sucking in earnest, using her hand at the base of my cock working it in time with her mouth. Then I felt something at my dark entrance. She was putting a finger in my ass. Wow it felt great having her finger up my ass while getting this expert blow job. She kept bringing me to the point of orgasm but then stopping. Needless to Bostancı Escort say this was driving me nuts.

She suddenly stopped, got up and left the room telling me she’d be right back. I figured she had to pee or something. When she returned my eyes nearly popped out of my head. She had put on a strap on dildo. Dee told me to turn over onto my stomach, which I did in a flash. She had a jar of lube and was putting some on her finger then on my little entrance, while working the lube and her fingers in and out of my ass. She had me slid to the edge of the bed so my ass was still on the bed and my legs were hanging off. Then I felt the head of the large dildo at the entrance of my ass. She first gently eased the head in and stopped for a few minutes, then slowly inched the rest of it in me. With each inch she would rest for a while giving my time to get used to this monster invading my ass.

After it was all the way in or should I say up, and I had time to get used to it, she began backing it out slowly then back in again. I let her know that it was feeling good and I was comfortable and she began to pump a little faster. After about ten minutes of this my moaning got louder and louder. It felt so good to be dressed in these clothes and getting fucked at the same time. Dee took this as a cue and began fucking me hard. She banged me with that strap on dildo for all she was worth and I was loving every second of it. After about a half an hour of this she eased it out as she was a bit tired and rightfully so.

I then got her in the same position on the bed, with her legs hanging off the side and her ass in the air. I positioned my cock at her slit, and began rubbing my cock from top to bottom getting it good and wet with her juices. Then in one push, I shoved my cock all the way into her pussy. She screamed so loud I thought she might have woken the dead. She took it easily as she was so wet and so horny. I pumped her pussy for all I was worth. Dee came almost immediately and seemed to keep cumming over and over again the whole time I fucked her. After about twenty minutes of ravaging her pussy like the mad person that I was I felt my own orgasm building from deep within me. My balls drew up tight. One last thrust and I exploded like I never had before. It felt like a gallon of cum shot out my cock, jet after jet, wave after wave passed through me. During all this Dee was shaking in uncontrollable orgasm.

I finally collapsed and rolled off her. We both got onto the bed and curled up into each others arms still in our pretty lingerie and in a satisfied content state of being. My mind was racing over the events of the night and I began to wonder what other wonderful things Dee had in store for us.

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My preference is for stories are all about the sex rather than with vast amounts of background, so this is in that vein. The plot is based loosely on a story I read many, many years ago; I don’t recall the author or title. I’d love to say this happened to me but that would be ludicrous: the scenario is a sexual fantasy and not meant to be completely realistic.

I was nineteen years old and in my first year at university. Away from home for the first time, I had joined a number of societies and clubs, largely in order to meet new people and make new friends — particularly female friends. My fellow students and I were free from the shackles of parental control; hedonism was the order of the day and I quickly found that any fears I may have had about sowing my wild oats were unfounded. I was lucky enough to be possessed of a certain charm and no little good looks, and the callow virgin I was at the start of the academic year had, nine months later, transformed into an experienced and, dare I say it, expert lover.

In late May, the debating society of which I was a member was holding its end-of-year dinner party, a somewhat fusty occasion held in the grand hall of the college and requiring attendees to wear formal attire. To be truthful, it wasn’t really my kind of event. I hadn’t actually attended any of the debates over the course of the year and was only going because I’d been persuaded to by my friend Charlie, who had his eye on a girl who was a leading light of the society.

Come the evening of the event, I was somewhat annoyed when Charlie told me that his hangover from the previous night of excess meant that he wasn’t going to be coming after all. I considered dropping out myself, but as I’d paid £30 for my ticket and gone to the trouble of hiring a dinner jacket, I decided to go along. I fully intended just to stay for the dinner and grab my money’s worth of booze, before heading back to the hall of residence for a night watching television and perhaps a solitary and unenthusiastic wank.

At around 8.15pm I arrived at the party and found my place at the table, marked by an elegant place card. Most of the other guests had already arrived; looking round I recognised a few faces but there was no-one I’d call a friend or even a close acquaintance. Next to me, on my right, was a corpulent and slightly sweaty fellow who grudgingly noted my attempt to introduce myself and immediately went back to regaling his companion with talk of how he would be joining his father’s investment bank after graduation. I resigned myself to an evening of boredom, and hoped that the expensive wines on offer would go some way toward relieving my ennui.

The seat on my left was as yet unoccupied. I looked at the name on the place card:’Lady Lavinia Rogers’. “I hope she does,” I thought, but couldn’t help but feel disappointed, as she would no doubt have the kind of equine features that my then-prejudiced mind associated with the nobility and what’s more, would consider me to be the kind of dreadful oik more suited to cleaning the ancestral ovens than being engaged with in conversation.

Some minutes later the Lady arrived, and immediately I realised that the first of my fears was misplaced — wildly so. She was stunningly attractive: slim and lithe with hair of a deep auburn shade, that fell in ringlets about her face. And that face! Mouth, nose and eyes almost perfect in form and yet with an other-worldly hint that denied any blandness that that perfection might imply. A smattering of freckles danced across her cheeks and an impossibly cute, but slightly enigmatic smile played across her lips. She wore a dress, which appeared to my untutored eye to be made of silk, burgundy in colour, with thin shoulder straps. My eyes, controlled almost entirely by my libido, noticed that she didn’t appear to wearing a bra, but then she had the kind of small but perky breasts that rendered such support unnecessary.

I stood to introduce myself. That smile again, this time with a hint of flirtatiousness?

“I’m Lavinia. Awful name. You can call me Roj,” she informed me in unsurprisingly posh tones.

“Very pleased to meet you Roj,” I replied, “I’m John,” and with that opening gambit, we sat down and started talking.

She, it turned out, had no more interest in formal debating than I did, but her father had been president of the society and his father before him, and it was therefore considered compulsory for her to be a member. Her family was minor nobility — apparently she was 317th in line to the throne. My suggestion that we plot together to bump off those ahead of her, one by one, was met with more grace than it deserved, and indeed after very little time we were chatting away like long-lost friends. No doubt the food was of Michelin star standard and the wine like nectar but it passed unnoticed, such was the intoxicating liquor of her company. To my pleasure, it was clear that she was as much as enthralled by my company as I was by hers. This was confirmed while we waited for dessert: I felt the touch of a stockinged foot on my leg, and saw that smile flicker across her lips yet again. This time the flirtatiousness was unmistakeable.

“That was you, wasn’t it? Or should Avrupalı porno I be making a move on my neighbour to my right?” I asked, pointing my thumb at the portly banker-in-waiting.

“Why don’t we skip dessert, pop outside for some fresh air, and you can find out?” she answered.

I don’t need to be asked a question like that twice, and less than a minute later, we were standing outside in the evening air. The street in which we stood was bustling with throngs of revellers and tourists taking advantage of the early-summer warmth, but we were oblivious to them. I looked into her mesmerising azure eyes, held her by her waist and pulled her strongly towards me. Our lips met and we kissed passionately.

Time seemed to stand still. Continents could have formed and re-formed, mountains could have been thrown up and eroded back to sand; I wouldn’t have noticed. The taste of her lips was exquisite, the touch of her skin so soft, the feel of her breasts as they pressed against my chest so erotic, that my cock began to spring to life almost immediately. As she felt its hardness against her stomach, her breathing became more hurried, and her embrace tightened around me. Then she pulled her lips away from mine.

“Let’s go back to my house,” she said, insistently. “My parents are away this evening and we’ll have the place to ourselves.”

“Your wish is my command, my Lady,” I responded — rather calmly, I thought, considering how rapidly the events of the night had unfolded. I turned round and hailed the first cab that came past. We slid into the back seat and she told the driver our destination, which was a street in one of the more upmarket neighbourhoods in the city.

“Lovely evenin'” said the driver. I began to reply, but got no further than “Certainly…” before Roj had once more clamped her face to mine. I noticed in the rear-view mirror the driver rolling his eyes and smiling. “I’ll be as quick as I can”, he laughed.

But Roj had no ears for him. Our kissing became yet more passionate, making my cock harder still, so that it strained against the fabric of my trousers. As if she sensed this telepathically, she moved her hand down to touch it, and I almost exploded there and then.

She pulled away from our kiss and moved her mouth to my ear.

“In a few minutes, this is going to be inside my cunt,” she whispered.

I didn’t believe it possible for my cock to get any harder, but I swear it did on hearing that. I had only known her for two hours and already she was talking to me like that — was I the luckiest man alive? She then licked my ear and moved her tongue down my neck, setting the hair on my nape on end. Her tongue was like electricity. Not caring about what the driver could see, I slipped one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder and pulled the top of the dress down to reveal her breast. She gasped as I took it in my hand and squeezed it, at first gently but then ever more firmly. I took hold of her nipple, already erect, between my finger and thumb, and toyed with it so that it stood out even more proudly. Her fingernails dug into my back and she began to gently nibble my earlobe.

“‘Ere we are,” announced the driver, “where d’ya want me ter stop? I could drive round the block a few times if yer like.”

“Just here will be fine,” said Roj, rather breathlessly, as I clumsily replaced her breast within her clothing. She shimmied out of the car and I followed.

“Cheers mate,” I said to the driver as I handed him a twenty. “Keep the change.”

“Cheers to you too, guvnor,” he replied. “and thanks for the show.”

I laughed, but by this time Roj was tugging on my arm, and soon we were climbing up the steps towards her house, an imposing yet elegant four-storey town house which would have had the pound signs spinning in front of any estate agent’s eyes. She fumbled for her key in her purse impatiently, although I confess I didn’t do much to help as I held her around her waist from behind, dabbed delicate kisses on her exposed neck and shoulders and thrust my raging erection between her pert bum cheeks, the gossamer fabric of her dress providing no protection whatsoever.

Opening the door at last, we more-or-less stumbled inside. Roj threw her purse to the ground and leapt on me once more. Our kisses were, if it were possible, even more passionate than before. We tore ourselves apart from each other just long enough for Roj to take off my jacket, rather violently loosen and remove my tie, and begin unbuttoning my shirt. I was still planting kisses on her cheeks, which were flushed rose-red, almost as if they had been slapped.

As soon as my shirt was off, I had the rather easier job of slipping the straps of my lover’s dress from her shoulders and letting gravity do the rest, the dress then forming a magenta puddle on the ground. A vision of beauty, such as I could not have envisaged I would ever see, stood before me. She was not tall, and while slim was not skinny. Her skin was pale, almost creamy, and was made to seem like porcelain by the rich red of her hair. Her breasts were not large — my not inexperienced eye estimated them as a 32B — but they stood up proudly, Video porno were shaped as if carved by Michelangelo himself and were capped with small but delightfully pink aureoles. Her torso curved inwards to her belly, out again to her hips and had all the athletic and nubile comeliness one would expect from the young woman of nineteen that she was.

I’d hardly had a chance to take in fully this beauty when she leant forward and began kissing, then nibbling on my nipple, the nibbles on the cusp of being painful and all the more erotically charged for being so. I thanked the gods that I had gained so much experience in matters sexual over the previous few months, as had I not I would surely have blown my load in my pants there and then. She proceeded to undo my trousers, and slid them to the floor.

“Get those fucking shoes and socks off!”, she whispered frantically, and I obeyed as if my life depended on it.

Now we stood in front of each other, wearing nothing but our underpants. There was a brief pause while we looked at each other, and I saw such a fire of lust burning within her eyes, which I knew was mirrored in my own. Then, without any further words, she grabbed my pants and pulled them down, allowing my rampant cock its freedom at last.

There was a gasp, perhaps of pleasure, perhaps of apprehension. I don’t feel that I’m boasting to say that my cock is larger than average, being some 8 inches long and very chunky with it. Was she beginning to regret the forwardness she expressed in the taxi? It appeared not, as she fell to her knees and took my penis in both her hands. Her hands were small and delicate and this served to make my cock seem even larger. Poking out her tongue, she licked the end of my cock, in doing so removing the droplet of pre-cum that was gathering there. She then proceeded to lick all around the head, paying particular attention to under the rim of the helmet and the frenulum. There was no doubt that she had taken time to learn the art of turning a man on — this was not beginner’s luck. As if to confirm this, she looked up at me and smiled — while still tonguing my cock — and then drew back and spat a big glob of saliva onto it. This was not the work of an amateur! Using the lubrication she had just provided, she began wanking me with both hands, then alternately removing one of those hands and using it to cup my balls. Again she spat on my cock, looked me in the eye once more, and then greedily began to devour my shaft. The feeling was as intense as any I had ever experienced: my cock seemed to completely fill her mouth, to the extent that I was worried I might injure her, but the act clearly held no fear for her. She took me into her mouth as far as she could — my cock was too long for someone so small to take in all the way without having first had training from a sword-swallower — but by God she was trying! Knotting my fingers into her hair, I began — slowly at first, — to fuck her mouth. With increasing speed I continued, as she spread my buttocks with her hands and grunted, as well as she could with a mouth full of cock, her appreciation.

It was taking every reserve of my willpower to keep from coming into her open mouth, and she must have sensed this. “Don’t you dare come!” she said, pulling away from me, “I need that cock inside me first!”

I needed no further encouragement. I lifted her back to her feet, put my thumbs into the sides of her knickers and slowly pulled them down over her hips as I got down to my knees myself. As I removed them a triangle of pubic hair came into view, but as I revealed yet more it became clear that she had had the hair around her vagina neatly waxed. I pulled the knickers completely off, tossed them to one side and spread her legs slightly, so better to afford access to her swollen and puffy sex. With my fingers I spread her labia, revealing her wetness and exposing her small, pink clitoris. Her pussy was as perfectly formed as the rest of her body — porn stars would have paid thousands to their Hollywood plastic surgeons achieve this level of shapeliness. I ran my finger between her folds, picking up some of her copious juices and put it to my mouth. “You taste like honey,” I told her, and she responded by grabbing my head and pressing my face to her sex. “Lick me then,” she commanded.

Holding her firm buttocks in my hand, I began to flick her clit with my tongue, first teasingly, then slowly more firmly. I felt her whole body shiver. Before long I was sucking her clitoris between my lips, pausing only to run my tongue along and across her labia.

“Ooh! Right there!” she moaned, grasping the back of my head and grinding her hips against my face.

I returned my tongue to her clit, which by now was standing proud and moistened by my saliva and her juices, and slipped a finger into her open and willing pussy.

“Oh God!” she exclaimed, “put it in me! Fuck me with your fingers!”

I began to move my finger back and forth within her, slowly probing and feeling her deepest recesses. As my finger rubbed against the ridged wall of her vagina, and my tongue nuzzled her love button, she grabbed my head even more firmly and began to shudder over her entire body.

“Jesus-fucking-Christ I’m coming!” she shouted.

I felt the convulsions of her vagina as she came and I swear I felt a wave of heat against my face as she screamed “Oh my God!” with no thought for what the neighbours might hear.

I stood up and we paused for breath. I held her to me, her delightful breasts pressed against my body and looked into her eyes. Her face, flushed with post-orgasmic ecstasy, looked so pure and innocent that it seemed incredible that such filthy language could have been uttered by her just seconds previously.

“Are you going to fuck me then or what?” she panted.

“I can honestly say that there has never, in my entire life, been anything I would rather do,” I responded.

With that I lifted her feather-light body onto the dresser that was stood next to us in the hallway. Grasping her by the thighs I opened her legs and pulled her towards me, so that her pussy was perched at the edge of the dresser. I took my cock in one hand, pressed it against her pussy lips and began to gently rub it up and down. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me towards her, increasing the pressure I was exerting on her already swollen labia, but she was so wet that my penis was still able to slide across her pussy as though protected by a layer of Teflon.

Releasing me slightly from her grasp, she took my rock-hard cock in her hand and presented its head to the entrance of her vagina.

“I told you that this was going in my cunt, and I’m always true to my word,” she said with a wicked grin.

With that she gripped my again with her legs and pulled me towards her, forcing my member into her open and inviting hole. The feeling was remarkable — it was like I’d had an injection of adrenaline directly into my brain. Her love tunnel was so tight and yet so wet that we were like a freshly-oiled machine as I pistoned my cock in and out of her.

“That’s it,” she exhorted, “fuck me hard. Make me come again.”

I responded by increasing the speed of my strokes, making the dresser shake in time with the little moans that were escaping from her mouth with each thrust. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes as I continued to pound her, my hefty balls slapping against her arse.

“Oh god John, that feels so good,” she told me, looking me in the eye once more.

I knew that if this carried on for much longer that I would be unable to stop myself from coming, so I picked up her petite body and told her to hold on to me.

“Which way’s the living room?”, I asked.

She giggled:”The door to your right,” and I proceeded to carry her through the doorway and then toward the sofa which sat in the middle of the room.

“Don’t drop me!” she pleaded, but I was fit and muscular and her small weight was no burden at all.

With Roj still impaled on my cock I sat on the sofa, which was easier said than done, but the manouevre was carried out without injury, and now she was sitting on me, my full 8 inches inside her. She paused for a while, slowly swivelling her hips as if she was getting my penis to explore every square inch of her insides. Then, putting her hands on my chest for purchase, she lifted herself up, then down again.

“Mmmm. I feel so full,” she purred. “I’ve not had a cock this big before and I fucking love it!”

There is something intensely erotic about a girl talking dirty, and the effect was heightened not only by her butter-wouldn’t-melt demeanour but also by her delightfully upper-class accent.

Once again she raised herself a few inches, and then slowly let herself down, rotating her hips a little with each motion. My swollen cock was as big and hard as it had ever been. I took one of those perky tits in each hand and gently tugged on them in time with her movements.

“Keep on doing that,” she said, as her thrusts became more rapid.

Her brow was studded with beads of sweat as her speed increased to almost a blur. The stimulation was so intense that it took every reserve of my willpower to stop myself from shooting my jizz deep into her cunt. Eventually I had to take hold of her by her hips and stop her from bouncing on my cock.

“I don’t want to come before you do,” I told her. “Let’s slow it down a little.”

With that, I took one of her butt cheeks in each hand and lifted her off me a little, while still keeping the tip of my penis inside her. She leant forward and began nuzzling my neck and planting little kisses on my lips and face, as I spread her cheeks with my hands. Very slowly she gyrated her hips, sending waves of intense pleasure through my cock and balls, but never enough to make me lose my self-control. I took one of my hands away from her bum and put my fingers to her lips, gently prising open her mouth. She sucked and licked my fingers, leaving them wet, while I began tracing the fingers of my other hand up and down the cleft between her buttocks. Initially I stopped short of her anus, but with each downwards movement I got a little closer. Eventually I was touching her arsehole, and each time I did a little shiver convulsed her. Taking my other hand from her mouth, the fingers now sodden with her saliva, I returned it to her arse and placed the tip of my middle finger on her anus. She gave a little gasp. I drew circles around her anus with my finger, occasionally teasing her that I might break the barrier leading into that taboo place.

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Daughter’s Desires Ch. 03

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We woke abruptly. “What the fuck is going on here,” screamed Jill.

“Get out,” yelled my Dad, jumping up and moving to face Jill. Taking her arm, Dad led her physically out of the bedroom. I pulled the blanket up over my head, wanting to hide, to make the experience go away.

“You fucking asshole! You pervert!” screamed Jill. Her voice grew less audible as Dad took her down the stairs. “Little bitch!” I heard last. I closed my eyes hard, doubling over, locking my knees to my chest. I rocked myself softly. I hummed to myself. Quiet, warmth spread around me under the blanket. Darkness again surrounded me, I drifted to sleep.

Some time during the night, Daddy returned. I woke about 4:00 am, he was with me, his breathing slow, deep. He was deep asleep. I moved over to him, pushing my back side to his front, snuggling close. He stirred slightly, his arm moving over my waist, his hand up my front, draping down by my tits. Safety, security assured, I again drifted off.

I woke, Daddy was still sleeping soundly. We had parted in the past several hours, he turned to his stomach, head facing away from me. I slid quickly, quietly out of the bed. I looked at him. He looked peaceful. My chest swelled, my love for him almost bursting out of my body. I slipped quietly out the door, down the hall to my bathroom. Starting the shower, I took my turn on the pot, and jumped into a hot stream of water. Soon, it was cascading over my body. I moved side to side, allowing it to flow over first one shoulder then the other shoulder, streams of water running down my body. I reached for the shampoo, washing my hair thoroughly. I rinsed my hair, conditioning as I finished. I grabbed my body soap,

My mind raced to our lovemaking. My cunt throbbed, blood rushing to my clit. I squeezed my legs tightly together. My hand holding the soap moved over my tits slowly, tantalizingly. I closed my eyes. My free hand moved down my torso, sliding in the cascading water, over my mound, my slender finger quickly jumping into my sex, raking my fingernail over my swelling clit. Rubbing a nipple hard, I mashed my clit against my body, starting to flick it back and forth. My body responded, a warmth spreading through my core as I flicked my clit back and forth. My now soap free hand was caressing my firm tit flesh, rolling the hard nipples between my fingers. I would slide my finger deep into my crotch, penetrating my hole, sliding my finger deep into my body, slamming my hole, retreating to my clit, and repeating. I fucked myself hard. I lost thought, I lost time, I became lost in my bodies fire, my hips humping my own hand, pressing firmly against my palm as my fingers danced over my clit. My mind projected a massive cock into my crotch with each penetration of my finger. I opened my legs wide, spreading my lips, thrashing my own clit. Both hands now worked my clit hard, with one hand thrusting several fingers into my wet hole, the other pulling, twisting, mashing my clit. My orgasm approached quickly, with the force of a runaway train. I could feel it coming, driving my hands to a frenzy in my crotch. Every fiber of my sex screamed, every nerve afire, every penetration fixed to the cock, the massive Daddy cock invading my hole, driving me to my orgasm. Grunting loudly, I came. My breathing came in gasps as my fingers continued their assault on my clit and cunt. Without slowing my masturbation, my clit jumped to life, another orgasm approaching again. My brain screaming loudly, I came a second time. I slowed my fingers, my hands now softly pressing my mound, my fingers carefully caressing my clit. My breathing began returning to normal. I slumped to a sitting position, the hot water cascading over my body. Turning, I let the spray land directly on my crotch as I leaned back, feeling the glow of sex spread through my body. Regaining all senses, I rose, turned off the shower, jumped out and toweled dry.

I dressed quietly. Heading downstairs, I fixed coffee. I knew Daddy would wake soon, and his first question would be “That coffee ready yet?” I ran out and grabbed the Sunday morning paper, placed it at his place at the table. I went to the family room, turned on the TV to watch Sunday Morning with Charlie, my favorite news show. We always watched it together. This morning however, Daddy slept later than normal. I wondered how long he had been up with Jill. I shook my head, wondering about Jill. I grabbed a cup of coffee, curled up in my place on the couch, and watched the show.

Shortly, Daddy did come down, his hair tussled, sleep combed. One side was almost straight up. I laughed at him as he got his coffee and headed for his chair. “Sit here,” I asked as he approached, patting the space beside me. He did, sliding in beside me. I noted he had on an old favorite pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt, appropriate to get the day started before his shower.

“Hey baby,” he whispered. “You OK?” he queried. “I hope everything is OK with us,” he continued as he leaned my direction, his eyes pleading. I reached to him, my hand caressing the side of his face.

“Daddy, Uzun porno everything is great,” I replied. Unplanned, I leaned to him, kissing him directly on the mouth, lingering, my tongue slipped quickly between my lips, between his, dancing with his tongue. We maintained the kiss longer than I anticipated. Daddy’s hand reached around my head, pulling me close. The kiss was tender, loving, expressive, yearning. Our first kiss was followed by little kisses, playful kisses, lip tugging, and more kisses. We each moaned, our breathing the most noticeable thing about this sequence of kisses. We moved closer, moving our bodies, twisting. Being more nimble, I moved over his legs, straddling him, my crotch planted directly on his lap. As we kissed, I could feel his cock growing under my ass. Suddenly, Daddy pulled back.

“I need a shower Baby,” he stated, pushing me off his lap, jumping up, and heading up stairs. “Start breakfast sweetie,” he asked. “Sausage casserole,” he yelled as he headed upstairs.

I knew this recipe by heart. 1-lb smokie links cut in thirds, 6-eggs beaten, 6-slices of day old bread diced, 2-cups milk, 2-cups shredded colby/jack cheese, shot of mustard, a dash of salt, dash of pepper, mixed thoroughly and poured into the casserole pan, cooked at 400 for 35-45 minutes. Feeds 4-5 easily. We always had leftovers. I never liked the leftovers as much as Dad, but it is good especially the first time. Taking 15-minutes to fix, I dropped it in the oven and sat at the kitchen table to read the newspaper.

Dad finished his shower, and came back down shortly. I was up pouring another cup of coffee as he rounded the corner of the kitchen. I stood tall, giving a great view of my form as he entered the kitchen. “How much time before breakfast is served,” he asked.

“Thirty minutes,” I responded.

“Good,” he replied. He headed directly to his chair at the table. “Baby, come here,” he instructed. Carrying my coffee, I sauntered up to his chair, standing in front of him. Spreading his legs, he reached to pull my body closer. His hands caressed up and down my legs. Nothing was said. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my backside, pulling my body tight against him. Me standing, him in his chair, my crotch was way below his mouth. Bending over, grasping my ass cheeks, Dad pulled my crotch to his mouth, kissing my clothes, blowing warm air into my crotch through my shorts. His hands slid up, his fingers grazing under my shorts, running over my panties, pulling me forward. I raised a foot to his chair, slipping it beside his thigh, opening my legs wide, opening my crotch to him. My hand caressed his shoulder, the other one running my fingers through his thinning hair. His mouth found my mound, moving down, his tongue tracing my slit, pushing the material firmly against my sex. I groaned appreciatively.

Pushing my leg down, leaning back, his hands grabbed my waist band, pulling the shorts down in one easy motion. A second pass, he removed my panties. My furry mound was now naked to his gaze, his mouth, his tongue approached me. I arched forward, wanting him to taste me. Clean, freshly washed, I knew I would taste great. I placed my foot back on the edge of his chair as his tongue slipped just slightly into my folds, pressing on my clit. My hips jumped into his face involuntarily. He pulled back.

“Here’s the plan,” he stated. “I want a snack before breakfast,” he continued. Reaching back to the table, he patted his place at the table. “I want your ass right here,” he said. He moved to turn his chair around. He gave me room to slide along the table. It was cold on my bare ass, but I moved directly in front of him. “Up,” he commanded softly. I moved to sit on the table. “Lay down Baby,” he instructed. He directed my legs, placing them on the sides of his head, supported by the arms of the chair. He moved close to the table, sliding between my spread legs. Leaning forward, he inhaled deeply, and growled. His head turned, he nipped the flesh of my thigh softly, kissing along the leg, moving painfully slow up my thigh toward my crotch. At the top of my leg, he pulled back, and moved low on the other thigh, and repeated his march toward my cunt. As he got closer, his tongue reached out, thrashed one side of my lips back and forth, moved top to bottom without really penetrating me, and moved to the other lip, repeating his teasing.

My ass flexed repeatedly, lifting my crotch up, trying to capture his tongue in my slit. My body was now burning with desire. My cunt was flooding, my senses focused on my crotch. He stretched his arms up under my legs, lifting them, around my hips to the front of my body, pulling my body toward the edge of the table. Groaning, he pulled my cunt firmly against his mouth. He sucked my clit deep into his mouth without any teasing, any additional foreplay at all, just sucked the fucking thing into his mouth hard and fast. A grunt scream escaped my lips as I humped my pussy into his face. He thrashed my clit, holding it between his teeth, nipping at Öğrenci porno the flesh, his tongue grinding it hard against the inside of his teeth, back and forth. His head turned side to side quickly, pulling, stretching my clit hard, his mouth pressing hard against my sex. Such direct, focused thrashing of my clit lifted my orgasm immediately, driving me hard toward blowing my goods quickly. My hands helped lift my crotch, almost pushing my cunt into his mouth. I was gasping for breath. I arched, tilted my hips, wanting him to eat me, wanting to cum on his mouth.

“Oh God Daddy,” I whispered. I was lost. No thought, just desire forced my body forward. I grunted, groaned deeply. I clamped my legs over his back, pulling his body tighter into my crotch, driving his face firmly into my cunt. He continued his assault on my clit. “Yes,” I grunted over and over.

I raced to my orgasm, running hard and fast headlong into his assault on my clit. Within minutes, my body screamed for climax. My cunt drove all thought. I reacted, humping, driving my body against his mouth, his tongue. He licked up and down my slit, reaming my hole, forcing his tongue deep, then licking back to my clit, sucking it into his mouth again. This was repeated many, many times over the next 20-minutes. My body tensed, my hips arched, my ass lifted up from the table. Arching high, breath held, I came. My hips thrust up and down hard, grinding each inch of tongue into my hole, each nip of my clit. Arching, holding high one more time, my body exploded into a second orgasm as big as the first. I screamed, my hips dropping flat on the table. I had to reach and push him away from my cunt. My clit was too sensitive to have him eat me anymore. I squeezed his head with my thighs.

He stood quickly, grabbed his rigid cock, pressed against my soaked slit, pulled the head up and down between my soft lips, found my wet hole, and pushed forward hard. His cock exploded into my body, my wet tunnel opening, grabbing, and sucking his massive cock into my sheath. He lifted my legs vertical, his hips thrusting hard against me, our flesh slapping with each thrust of his body.

Grabbing my thighs, Daddy slammed my cunt hard, driving, thrusting his monster cock into my tight pussy. I reached to my tits, tugging on the hard nipples, twisting, pulling, rolling the nipples hard. Daddy continued his piston approach to fucking me, slamming repeatedly in, out of my wet cunt. His balls slapped my ass with each thrust, the flesh against flesh slapping noise filling the kitchen. I glanced at the clock. Daddy grunted hard. “Oh fuck!” he shouted. He pulled me hard against his probing cock, holding deep in my body. I could feel his cock spasm, explode, filling me with several spurts of creamy cum. I ground my hips, humping his buried cock. His face was a mass of frowns, almost grimace like I thought. I hoped it felt as good to him as it felt to me. With a loud gasp, he began breathing again. Slowly, he pulled his cock out, almost exposing the head, then pushed slowly back in my body. He repeated slowly several times. I could feel his cock deflating with each stroke. One more time, he pushed tight against me, humping hard, driving his flaccid cock deep again. Leaning over me, he kissed my chest, his tongue dancing over my tits. Standing, he watched our crotches as he pulled his limp cock out of my drenched cunt. Leaning quickly, he pulled his shorts up, turned to the stove. Moving quickly, he took the casserole out of the oven. I moved to clasp my legs together, enjoying the feeling of my freshly fucked body.

“Come on babe,” he said. “Breakfast will get cold,” he continued. I moved to sit up on the table. “Damn good appetizer,” he quipped. “Damn good!”

I pulled myself off the table. Daddy did not hesitate. He slid into his chair, and started his breakfast, sliding my plate to my place for me. As I bent to pull my shorts up, Dad smacked my naked cheek softly. Standing, turning to face him, he just grinned ear to ear. I slid into my chair. “I loved the appetizer myself,” I said under my breath. I grinned at Daddy. He glanced my way as he shoved another bite into his mouth.

“Eat, you will need your strength later,” he volunteered. I had no idea what he was talking about. I sat, my cunt throbbing, with twinges of my orgasms causing my muscles to spasm every once in awhile. I would squirm in my chair, pressing my crotch down, feeling the spasms, enjoying. Each caused small groans in my body. God I wanted Daddy again. I watched him as he ate. Who would have guessed I fucked my Daddy? I wanted to scream how happy I was. I wanted to tell Daddy how good he made me feel. He glanced my way, caught me watching him. “Eat goofball,” he said pointing at my food.

“I love you so much Daddy,” I whispered huskily.

Daddy grunted, a broad smile crossing his face. “I love you too Baby,” he responded. We finished breakfast quickly. “Let’s skip church today sweetie,” Daddy commented as we loaded the dishwasher. “I want to go shopping,” he continued. “We will leave about noon,” he finished.

I went to my room, picking out clothes that would show my form in good taste. I wanted Daddy to look at me all day, to cause his mind to flashback, to cause a lust in his groin. I wanted him thinking with his little brain.

We walked around the mall for a little bit before Dad headed directly to the nation’s most well known sexy night wear store. We strolled down the aisles, finding a variety of sleep wear that was very seductive. Dad picked out several outfits in varied colors that were in my size. I loved them. I could not wait to get back home and try the night gowns on. They would make me feel very sexy.

As we arrived home, Daddy asked that I take the night wear to my room, and try on the dark blue baby doll outfit. I was off in a shot. I laid the outfits on my bed, looking at each in detail. I stripped out of my clothes in a flash, grabbed the dark blue one, and slid my body into the soft material. The bottoms fit terrifically, form fitting my ass snugly. I caressed around my ass, my fingers feeling the material. I sucked in my tummy slightly as my fingers slid over my mound. 18-years old, a firm and taunt core, my abs almost rippled as I sucked my tummy in. I glanced in my full length mirror, spinning my body back and forth. I looked good! The bra was a tiny bit large. My B-cups were firm, nipples pointing up, very perky came to mind. But the bra did not force flesh to be pumped up out of the top. I still looked good! One more turn, lifting the back, I leaned over slightly, getting a good look at my ass. I ran to my closet, getting some high heels. Putting them on, I walked to the mirror, spun, leaned over again. My ass presented fantastically, my legs long, taunt. I could see the outline of my lips between my legs. I needed to get down stairs to Daddy before I soaked the crotch.

“Daddy,” I called as I reached the top of the stairs. Just several seconds passed, he stood at the bottom of the stairs. I strutted down the stairs carefully, each step crossing in front of the prior step, sauntering, slowly making my way down the 15-steps. “You like?” I asked.

“Yes,” Daddy drew out the word, making it many letters long. On the bottom step, I reached to the hand rail, swung a leg out, spun my body around, showing the view from my backside. I glanced back at my father. He stood watching, his eyes glued to my ass. Why, I don’t know, I widened my feet, and bent very slowly at the waist. My free hand reached to my thigh, sliding down my leg as I bent over. The top of my nightgown slid up my ass, exposing the brief panties, showing more cheeks than material. Dad was mesmerized. I arched my back, placed my hand on the steps in front of me and rocked my hips. I glanced around my legs, watching Daddy. He reached out to my legs, my ass. His hand flattened on my flesh, slowly sliding up, over my ass. I rocked under his hand. He stepped to me, his hands now taking my hips bones. Slightly bending at the knees, I moved my ass directly in front of his crotch. Daddy moved quickly to pull me flush against his body. His hips thrust against me playfully. My ass was too high. I reached to remove my high heels, kicking them off. Now my ass was directly aligned with him without requiring me to bend my knees. I could feel his cock under his shorts as he slid his crotch back and forth against me. “Yes Baby,” he growled under his breath.

Daddy’s hand slid down the curve of my ass, sliding between our bodies slowly, softly. His fingers traced along the edge of my panties, sliding underneath as his hand moved toward my crack. I felt his fingertips wiggle to slip between my wet lips. I groaned as his fingers moved deeper between my legs, coating each finger to the first knuckle. His hand flattened in my slit, he edge of his index finger running over my clit, mashing it against my body. Extending his thumb, he shoved it instantly into my hole, driving it deep with his first thrust. Closing his hand, he was able to extract his thumb slightly, and drive deep instantly. He ravaged my hole, hammering his thumb deep repeatedly. His hand roughly mashed my lips flat as he massaged my clit. I grabbed the steps, bent my legs slightly, spreading my thighs to allow deeper penetration. Daddy’s free hand grabbed the waistband of my panties, pulled hard and literally pulled the material from my body, sliding it down my legs. I kicked the panties free of my feet. Daddy roughly spread the cheeks of my ass, sliding his hand up my backside.

Coated, the tip of his thumb rolled over my tight hole, my sphincter puckering against the intruder. Leaning down, Daddy slipped two fingers into my cunt, driving them deep in my body. As he thrust in my pussy, his thumb pressed forward hard, popping through the tight ring to slide into my virgin ass. His penetration was swift, driving hard in and out of my ass. Within seconds, his thumb was totally buried in my ass, his fingers lodged deep in my cunt as well. I could feel him squeezing his digits together, pinching the membrane between the holes. Thrusting in and out fast, hard, he hammered my body. I could not breathe. I had to brace myself against the assault of my body. But it felt so damn good. My body responded, filling me with a need scream, grunt, and push my body back on his intruders.

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My daughter Amanda and her high school friends decided on a retro look for themselves. Although Amanda and most of her friends were eighteen they wanted to look younger. Amanda had let her blonde hair grow down almost to her ass. Amanda was almost six feet tall and she looked the part of being a young girl. She barely had any breasts and she had narrow hips.

Amanda also liked to go around the house wearing tight shirts and shorts. I had to avoid staring most days. My wife was not happy seeing my daughter dress like this, but we had told Amanda that when she reached eighteen she could start making her own choices. Part of my problem was that my wife had lost interest in having sex. We probably hadn’t made love in almost a year. It was hard not to look at my daughter these days.

It was early one Saturday morning. My wife had left the house to go on a shopping trip with her friends. I had decided I would clean up the garage that day. I was just starting to clean off the work bench in the garage when I heard the door going into the house open. Amanda walked into the garage with her usual outfit on. Her small nipples were showing through her shirt and I thought I could see camel toe pressing out of her shorts.

“Do you want some help Dad?’ Amanda asked.

I told her she could help me clean off the tool bench. We hadn’t been working for a few minutes when Amanda popped her question to me.

“Are you angry at Mom?”

Not angry, I told her. I was honest and told her that my wife wasn’t interested in sex these days. Amanda had said she knew something was going on, but she wanted to be sure.

“You know I love you Dad,” she told me.

I said I knew she loved me and I continued my cleaning chores. Amanda then walked over to me and put her arms Uzun porno around my neck. She leaned in and I thought she was going to give me a peck on the cheek. She ended up planting her lips on my mouth. I was taken by surprise, to be honest. It was a deep erotic kiss and I could feel my dick stirring inside my pants.

Amanda finally pulled back and started to shed her clothes. Thankfully the garage door was still closed. I finally got to see my daughter naked before me. Her small nipples were hard and her pubic bush was trimmed way down. She also shocked me by her blond pubic bush. Amanda went over to the work bench and climbed up onto it. She spread her legs and let me see her pussy lips.

I guess I was speechless at first. Amanda was offering herself to me. I paused for just a brief moment. This was wrong and I knew it, but I couldn’t resist. I pulled my pants and underwear off exposing my cock. I had to have Amanda, that was all there was to it. I went over to the bench and positioned my cockhead directly in front of my daughter’s wet opening and I push my mushroom past her folds.

I was getting resistance as I tried to enter her. The light bulb went off and I realized Amanda was still a virgin.

“I have been saving myself for you Dad,” she told me.

Here I was with my naked daughter, I was going to take her virginity in the garage. I kept pushing in and out until I finally broke through. I looked down and saw a dribble of blood at her opening. Her pussy was so tight. I slowly pushed into her. Amanda let out this moan. I eventually buried my dick all the way inside my daughter’s pussy. I took her for the first time.

I drove my hips into her pubic mound. Amanda had a tight grip on my dick.

“God, it’s Öğrenci porno so big Dad!”

My dick is maybe six inches in length, but it very thick and fat. I knew I was stretching my daughter’s pussy to take my fat rod. I went faster, sliding my prick into the bottom of her love tunnel. We were going at it fast and hard now. I must have fucked Amanda for almost a half hour or so when I felt my nuts starting to pinch.

“I better pull out,” I told her.

“No, don’t pull out Daddy,” she cried out.

There was no way my virgin daughter was on the pill and I was taking her with my bare cock. I just couldn’t bring myself to pull out now. I stroked her pussy a few more times and then I erupted. I could feel her pussy muscles gripping me as I poured my hot load deep into her belly. I had a large load stored up from no sex with my wife.

I dumped my hot cream in Amanda’s belly that morning. I kept feeding her my cock until I felt like I was empty. I stopped stroking and let Amanda squeeze her muscles to get the last of my cum from my dick. I finally went soft and pulled out of my daughter. Amanda stepped down to the floor. Her legs were shaking as she took some paper towels and cleaned herself up. Amanda picked up her clothes and walked back into the house.

I finally came out of my daze and pulled my pants and underwear on. I walked back into the house. I didn’t see Amanda so I walked down the hallway. Amanda was sitting naked on the edge of her bed.

“I wanted that for a long time Dad,” she said to me.

I knew I was going to have sex again with my daughter. I quickly got out of my clothes and stood in front of Amanda. She reached out with her hand and brought my dick to her mouth. Amanda started to lick the head of my cock with her tongue. I didn’t think I could get hard again so quickly, but I was wrong. A few minutes of that and my staff was hard once more.

Amanda finally stopped and got onto her back. I got up onto the bed and I spread her creamy thighs apart. I positioned my dick once more and I entered my daughter. This time I lifted her legs up and pushed them towards her chest. There was no more resistance this time. I slid my dick in the whole way and started to fuck Amanda a second time. Amanda was pushing back every time I thrust into her pussy. Her muscles were gripping me just as tightly as in the garage.

I took my daughter hard there on the bed. I had to have Amanda. All those pent up feelings came out there in my daughter’s bed. I fed her my cock for over an hour that morning. I eventually let go of her legs and I flipped her over so she was on top of me. I reached out with my fingers and was pinching her erect nipples. That got Amanda so worked up. I drove my dick up into her pussy and I shot another load of my cum into her belly.

I normally can’t cum so quickly, but Amanda had me so worked up that day. We ended up in the shower and I fucked Amanda one more time as the water poured over our naked bodies. Amanda placed her hands on the shower wall and I entered her from behind. Every time I thrust into her tight womb I could see her rise up onto her toes. I didn’t cum that time in the shower, but I could feel Amanda’s pussy going into spasms. God, did she crave cock that day.

We got cleaned up and dressed as my wife finally got home from her shopping trip.

“Did you two behave yourselves?” My wife Lisa had asked.

I think my face went red as I told her we got the garage cleaned up. There were no opportunities for Amanda and I to have sex the next few days. My wife was always nearby. I am now waiting for my wife to leave the house or go shopping again. Hopefully it won’t be long until I can have my daughter in bed one more time.

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Daughter Sucks Dad’s Cock, Ch. 01

Taking her deceased mother’s place, Wendy willingly and consensually has sex with her father.

A sad and stressful time for my family, after a long and painful illness, my Mom, Elenore, finally succumbed to breast cancer three months ago. Dead within six months of her initial diagnosis, she went from Chemo therapy and radiation in a hospital to being neglected and not being cared for in a nursing home. Hospice gave her the very best care before she finally rested in peace.

“May God bless her soul,” said Wendy anointing herself and saying a silent prayer. “Amen. I love you, Mom. I miss you,” said Wendy blowing a kiss to the ceiling as if her mother was there looking down at her from Heaven while watching over her.

As soon as she said, I love you, Mom, overwhelmed with remorse, she felt horribly guilty. She felt as if she had betrayed her mother and abused her advice and detailed instructions on how to give better blowjobs. With her mother barely dead for 90-days, Wendy was already having an incestuous, sexual affair with her father. She had already sucked her father’s prick, allowed him to cum in her mouth, and allowed him to give her a cum bath.

‘What kind of loving daughter am I to have sex with my father after my mother died,’ she thought with guilt, embarrassment, and shame.

How dare she have sex with her father? How could she allow him to touch and feel her through her nightgown while unbuttoning her nightgown? Why would she allow him to have his wicked, sexual way with her big while she stroked his cock and sucked his cock?

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Yet, no one’s fault, with her and her father lonely, horny, and grieving, and with neither of them having had a good night’s sleep in days, not thinking clearly, it just happened. One night when they were both weak, exhausted, horny, and vulnerable, one night when they were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie, their cuddling went a little too far. Her father’s cuddling turned to touching and feeling his daughter in places where he should never touch and feel his daughter.

Yet, how can something that feels so good be so wrong? How can something that feels so right be so forbidden? So, what? With them both adults, they had consensual sex. With everything feeling better the next morning, they finally had a good night’s sleep. When neither of them not eating and losing weight, she cooked her Dad a big breakfast and they gorged themselves on pancakes, bacon, eggs, and coffee before going back to bed to have forbidden sex again.

Easing her guilty conscience, Wendy knew that her mother would be happy that her husband finally found comfort, even sexual comfort, albeit in his daughter’s arms, and in Wendy’s mouth. Instead of finding sexual comfort between the legs of one of those gold-digging whores, who Elenore considered to be her best and closest friends, she’d be glad that Wendy was emotionally, physically, and even sexually there for her father.

“I love you, Daddy,” said Wendy after wiping her father’s cum from her face, her hair, and her naked breasts with tissues.

Her father stuffed his semi-erect prick back in his pajama bottoms while staring at his daughter’s big, naked breasts. Hard to believe and something unexpected, his daughter gave him a blowjob while cuddling with him on the couch and watching a movie. Yet, cuddling on the couch while watching a movie and having sex was something that he did with his wife every night. Now with his daughter such a good cocksucker, as good at sucking cock as her mother, he ejaculated his cum in her mouth.

“Oh, Daddy,” said Wendy when her father ejaculated a load of cum in her mouth.

Then, before she could pull away, in shocked surprise, he ejaculated a second load all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts. Having not had sex since his wife died, in the way that he routinely did with his wife, he gave his daughter a huge cum bath.

“Oh, my God, Daddy. You have so very much cum,” said Wendy.

Perhaps, now, that her father had much needed sex, he’d finally sleep and get some much-needed rest. Perhaps, now, after breaking the incestuous ice, his daughter would replace his wife and have sex with him again.

“I love you, Wendy,” he said talking to her naked tits.

She Avrupalı porno smiled at him with love and sexual affection in the way that his wife used to smile at him with love and sexual affection.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said again while staring at his naked prick as she continued slowly stroking his naked dick.

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Besides, something her mother and her friends discussed in great, sexual, and graphic detail whenever they played bridge and drinking, none of her bitchy, bloodsucking, affluently wealthy friends sucked cock. Hard to believe but none of them, not one of them, gave blowjobs. Even though they played the sexy sexual part by dressing seductively, flirting with and sexually teasing men, none of her sexy, shapely, and attractive friends ever had a cock in their mouths.

Hard to believe but they never blew a man. Difficult to comprehend but they never allowed a man to ejaculate his cum in their mouths. They’ve never had a cum bath. No wonder why they’re all divorced from their husbands. They never gave their men what they wanted. They never gave them oral sex.

“Can you imagine that? None of those selfish, money grubbing bitches have ever given a blowjob. After I die, don’t let any of those conniving women get their claws in your father,” said Elenore to her daughter. “They’d ruin him. After spending all of his money, they’d divorce him.”

Her anger subsided when she looked lovingly at her daughter. Obviously, seeing her in herself, they looked so very much alike. They could have done one of those Dove soap commercials where people think that they’re sisters instead of mother and daughter.

“Trust me because I know. All of those women are just out for what they can get. None of those women will make your father sexually happy. None of those women ever had a cock in their mouths. Shocking but true, none of those women allowed a man to ejaculate his cum in their mouths. None of those women had ever received a cum bath,” said Elenore while sexually confiding in her daughter.

Wendy laughed.

“They don’t know what they’re missing by not sucking cock, Mom,” said Wendy. “Unlike women who only look good on the surface but who can’t produce the goods, a woman who knows how to give a good blowjob will always have control over her man.”

Elenore nodded her head in agreement.

“After I’m gone, you must promise me to keep those women away from your father,” said her mother. “I don’t want any of those gold-diggers hooking up with him.”

Ready to protect her father from those conniving women, gold-digging women, Wendy nodded her promise to her mother.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll protect Daddy from them,” she said. “I won’t allow any of them near him.”

If only she knew then that she’d be having sex with her father soon while dressed as her mother, she’d never believe it. Wendy wondered what her mother would say if she knew that they were having incestuous, sexual affair. Hoping that she wouldn’t be angry, barely, three months after her death, she wondered if her mother would be okay with them finding solace in each other’s arms and sexual comfort in her mouth.

Now that they actually went through with having incestuous sex, they were both happy cuddling and sleeping together while continuing to have illicit sex. If nothing else, instead of him missing his wife and not sleeping, with him dead to the world after having had sex with his daughter, her father slept like a baby. In the way that her mother did with her husband, now her daughter did with her father.

Every night they cuddled on the couch while watching a movie. Every night before they fell asleep on couch, they had had sex. Every night, in the same way that her mother did with her husband before her death, Wendy blew her father. Every night, her Dad ejaculated his cum in her mouth and all over her face. Every night her father gave his daughter a cum bath.

“Oh, my God, Daddy. You have so very much cum,” said Wendy laughing while scooping her father’s cum from her face and licking her fingers clean.

# # #

Truly, an odd conversation for a mother to have had with her daughter about sucking cock and a daughter to have had with her mother about giving blowjobs, nevertheless, they were both admitted cocksuckers Video porno and great cocksuckers at that. Years ago, when Wendy started dating and having sex, her way of keeping her daughter from becoming pregnant, Elenore gave her daughter detailed instructions on how to give better blowjobs. Like mother like daughter, now her daughter loved sucking her father’s cock as much as her mother loved sucking her husband’s prick when she was alive.

Something that Elenore’s friends admitted that they never did and would never do with their husbands, Wendy’s mother sucked her father’s cock nearly every night when they were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie. Perhaps, had her friends sucked cock and given their husbands regular blowjobs, they wouldn’t be their ex-husbands now, and they’d still be married to them. Much different from women who never gave a blowjob, whether sexually satisfying a man with their hands, their mouths, or their pussies, Elenore and Wendy considered oral sex a big part of sex.

Once a cocksucker always a cocksucker. Wendy followed in her mother’s footsteps by loving to suck her boyfriend’s pricks. Starting with her prom night when she was 18-years-old, not shy, modest, or sexually reserved, she sucked the cock of nearly every man she dated. Something that most 18-year-old women didn’t do, she had oral sex with the men she liked. She’d allow the men that she hoped to see again to cum in her mouth. Not stopping there, she’d swallow them and even allow them to give her a cum bath.

“Cum in my mouth,” said Wendy to a man she was dating. “I want you to cum in my mouth. Then, after you cum in my mouth, I want you to give me a cum bath. I want you to cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts.”

Sometimes, as odd as it may sound, Wendy would rather give a hand job to a man she didn’t like and didn’t want to see again, instead of giving him a goodnight, French kiss and/or making out with him. As far as she was concerned French kisses were much more personal than were hand jobs, and sometimes even more personal than blowjobs, especially when not allowing them to cum in her mouth. To her, allowing a man to part her lips with their tongue and stick their tongue in her mouth was more invading than allowing him to stick his cock in her mouth.

“I can’t imagine not sucking cock, Mother. I can’t imagine not giving blowjobs. The first man I sucked was my 19-year-old prom date when I was 18-years-old. He couldn’t believe it when I allowed him to cum in my mouth and I swallowed his cum,” said Wendy with a dirty laugh. “Totally surprising him, he was shocked when I wanted him to cum again to give me a cum bath.”

Wendy looked at her mother with appreciation after she taught her all that she knows about cocksucking and giving blowjobs while Elenore looked at her daughter with pride.

“Admittedly, disgusted by having a man’s dick in their mouths, my dear friends all cringed at the thought of giving blowjobs,” said Elenore. “Unless they were stripped naked and forced by home invaders, they would never suck anyone’s cock. They never understood why I loved sucking cock so much. They never understood why I loved it when a man ejaculated his cum in my mouth. Obviously, they never enjoyed sucking cock,” said Wendy’s mother. “Clearly, they didn’t love their husbands enough to suck their pricks, allow them to cum in their mouths, and give them a cum bath.”

With them both on the same page regarding giving blowjobs and allowing men to cum in their mouths, she smiled at her daughter. Obviously, Elenore was proud of her daughter. She was glad that she wasn’t like any of her selfish and self-centered friends. Yet, Wendy wondered how she’d feel about her now after taking her place and sexually taking up with her father. Would she be happy that her husband wasn’t with one of her friends but was being cared for and sexually satisfied by their daughter?

# # #

“I tried to explain the feelings of sexual pleasure that I receive when controlling a man with my hand and, especially, with my mouth,” said Elenore. “Yet, they looked at me as if I was crazy. Disgusted by the thought of a man’s prick in their mouths, they didn’t even want to hear it.”

Her mother sipped her wine while confiding in her daughter about her holier than thou, sexually frigid, and virginal friends. An unfair exchange, all of them married for money but instead of giving their men what they wanted, sex, they gave them their unpaid, charge card bills. Instead of giving them sex, while hoping that their husbands would take lovers and they could divorce them, they gave him their nasty attitudes.

Seemingly, only having sex in the beginning to get what they wanted, money, they all hate having sex. Obviously, they truly don’t love the men they married. Sadly, and undeniably, they had sexual intercourse to entrap their man. Then, once they had his baby, and got what they wanted, they stopped having sex,” said Elenore. “Is it any wonder why all of their marriages ended in bitter divorce?”

Much different from those women, like mother like daughter, she knew that Wendy sucked cock because they had that mother and daughter sexual talk years ago. With them open and honest in their mother and daughter sexual discussions, she knew that her daughter loved sucking pricks as much as she loved sucking pricks. A natural aphrodisiac, albeit an acquired taste, like mother like daughter, Elenore knew that her daughter loved the taste of cum as much as she loved the taste of cum.

“Because of you, I love sucking cock, Mom. There’s something special about getting a man off by stroking him and sucking him. Then, when he ejaculates his cum in my mouth, I take that as a compliment for a blowjob well done. Finally, always a nice surprise, when I release his prick from my lips, I love it when he ejaculates a second load of cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts,” said Wendy while relaxing with a glass of wine with her mother.

Elenore smiled lovingly at her daughter.

“I assume you’re using that oral sex, cum bath technique that I taught you,” said Elenore.

Wendy returned her mother’s loving smile with her loving smile.

“Of course, I am, Mother,” she said. “Thank you for teaching me that. I never met a man who didn’t like that special, oral sex talent.”

Even though her daughter admitted that she was using her mother’s oral sex technique, and with her not having much longer to live, less she forget, Elenore felt compelled to reiterated her sexual instructions regarding giving men better blowjobs.

“When sucking a man, after he cums in your mouth, especially when he hasn’t already ejaculated a second time yet, you must continue sucking him while licking him clean. Using your mouth as if your lips are your hand, apply firm pressure to both sides of his cock with your lips,” said Elenore.

Wendy nodded her head.

“I know all of this mother. You told me and I use your technique when giving a blowjob,” said Wendy.

Ignoring her daughter, her mother continued with her oral sex instruction.

“When applying additional pressure to the sides of his cock with your lips and to the head of his cock with your tongue is like shaking a champagne bottle,” said Elenore. “As if his cock is a volcano that’s about to blow, you’ll know if you’re doing it correctly when you feel his prick throb and pulsate in your mouth.”

Wendy patted her mother’s hand.

“I know that Mother and thank you for teaching me how to give a better blowjob,” said Wendy obviously grateful to her mother’s tutelage in instructing her on how to be a better cocksucker.

Clearly, thinking it that important enough to reiterate her instructions, and not wanting her daughter to forget her last oral sex instructions after she was gone, she continued repeating all that she told her daughter.

“Then, when you finally release him from your mouth, he’ll explode a second load of cum and give you a much deserved cum bath,” said Elenore with a dirty laugh. “All men love women who suck cock. All men love cumming in a woman’s mouth. All men love women who swallow. It’s really not a blowjob, unless a man cums in your mouth and you swallow his cum. All men love giving women cum baths.”

If only her mother knew that she was giving her daughter instructions on how to blow her father. If only her mother knew that soon, Wendy would be sucking her father’s prick. She couldn’t help but wonder if her mother would have been as forthcoming with her blowjob and cum bath instructions if she knew that her husband would be cumming in his daughter’s mouth and all over her face. Then, again, maybe her mother wanted her daughter to take her place. Maybe, she wanted them to have sex after she was gone.

To be continued…

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