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After our run in the park, I didn’t hear from Ryan for almost two weeks.

We had walked out of the park together with Dick’s arm around my waist. He had tucked his hand into the back pocket of my opposite cheek. The pocket wasn’t meant to be functional, of course, the pants being as tight as they were. So Dick’s large hand was clearly outline as he pinched and fondled my ass while I giggled and leaned into him. I knew because he told me about it, asking me how I felt that others could see him doing this to me. I had blushed and said “Okay, I guess.” Secretly I was very pleased, proud that this teen stud was claiming me as his for the world to see.

He dropped me at my car and leaned up and into him on my tip toes to thank him for the run. We had kissed and when it broke I had asked whether I would see him at the gym in a couple days. He said that, respectful to my wishes, he would give me some space. He’d be in touch though. He gave my ass a slap and went off.

I was dumbfounded. In the whirlwind of that day I’d all but forgotten about my resolution to bring our relationship under control. I drove home and snuck in the house as the reality of the situation washed over me. I had hooked up with a teenage kid. A MALE teenage kid. And I had practically been dressed as a girl the whole time. All the while my beautiful and loving wife slept at home. Shit. What the fuck was I doing?

I knew I should be thankful that Ryan had taken my request seriously and was giving me space to short out our relationship. I knew I should take advantage of that time to connect with Carlie. Initially, as the days of radio silence from Ryan went by my mind was incredibly preoccupied with him. I kept flashing back to being between his legs, staring up at his hard body and glorious cock. In the showers I groped my ass with my own hands, imagining they were Ryan’s. However as the days progressed beyond a week, my obsession waned. I continued to go to the gym and being disappointed each time I didn’t see him there, but my raw feelings towards him dulled a little. I still thought about Ryan constantly – his strong body, handsome boyish face, deep blue eyes, long hard cock – but, trying as I was to accept the situation, it began to develop into more of a fond memory, rather than regret.

I felt I was making progress, so when I finally received a text from Ryan, I was relieved about what he was asking. He had a school dance coming up – the halloween dance. He said that, even though it was against school policies, he was going to drink. Aware of this reality, the school encouraged the students to arrange for parent or adult escorts to the dance, so that the surpervising adult could generally keep an eye on things and drive home, if necessary.

Ryan’s parents were out of town and so he wondered whether I would escort him and one or two of his friends. This seemed like a step in the right direction, even if I felt a tang of disappointment that this was the reason for his reaching out to me.

Ryan gave me his address, and told me to come over at 6 the following evening – a Friday. As usual, Carlie would be at work so I agreed.

—

The next night came around and I drove through the expensive neighborhood and arrived at a large gate, as if the entrance to a museum. I saw a buzzer and tried it. “Hello?” a familiar voice asked. “Ryan it’s me! Jerry.”

“Hey babe, come on in. I’m just about to hop in the shower but someone will let you in.”

With that the doors swung open slowly and I slowly drove in. I drove down a winding road through trees and coming to a clearing where finally I spotted Ryan’s house, or should I say mansion. This place was huge! I had suspected Ryan was wealthy but this was another level.

As I pulled up to the house I spotted a young woman with brown hair who appeared to be waiting at the front door. I parked the call and walked over. “You waiting for me?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes slightly and, impatiently, said “follow me.” She turned on her heel and began walking into the house. I picked up my pace to keep up with her, staring at the large house all around me. You could fit dozens of my small apartment into this place, I thought.

I looked ahead again and realized I was falling behind. I focused again on the girl and tried to catch up. I noticed she had a really great body. Thin and lithe, she stepped in long graceful strides. I felt clumsy trying to keep up. I wore a suit for the occasion, which seemed to further limit my mobility, as it was getting tight around my ass.

We finally arrived at a door to a room. I collected myself, thinking I would be seeing Ryan again after around a week and a half. Even though I knew I was there only to provide a simple favor, I was nevertheless excited to see him.

But when the girl opened the door, we stepped into what was clearly a girl’s bedroom. The walls were light purple and the four poster bed had curtains and lace hanging down from the top.

I stepped in after the girl, confused. xnxx “Ryan says you need to get dressed into your costume.” she said, her voice had a slight edge to it.

“My…costume?” I asked. “I didn’t bring a costume.”

“There’s a costume here for you.” She responded, simply. She pointed to the bed. I walked over and saw on the bed a rather small thin dress with wide horizontal stripes alternating in color between yellow and black. Next to the dress was a pair of long stockings and white wings with gold trim that appeared to loop around your arms.

“You’re kidding, I assume.” I said.

“Ryan said you need to wear this, given that you’re taking him to a halloween dance.” She replied.

“I’m going as a supervising adult, I don’t need a costume.” I replied.

“Listen.” She said, impatient. “I’m sure Ryan is aware of all these things, so lets get going there’s a bunch of work to do here.” Her gaze traveled up and down my body as she said these last words.

Now that I got a good look at her I gauged her age at low-mid twenties. She had piercing green eyes and her body was as impressive from the front as it had been from the back.

“Um…okay, I guess.” I said. Unsure of what I was agreeing to.

The girl sat me down and brought over what looked like a foot stool. Shockingly, she proceeded to take off my socks and began to work at my toes with clippers and a nail file.

“What are you doing!?” I asked.

“Do you really need to ask? Obviously I’m giving you a pedicure. The manicure is next.”

I stared, confused about what was happening. The girl was efficient though and had finished up my feet, including a layer of light pink nail polish, and moved onto my hands in only 10 minutes. She made fast progress there too and this time applied a soft yellow, very subtle. I had to admit my hands and feet looked and felt great after this.

Next she brought over a make up kit and pulled set a seat in front of me so that she face me.

“Whoa. The makeup’s not really necessary, right? It’s just a costume.” I said.

“You already got the mani/pedi and now you’re saying the makeup is a step too far?” She asked. It was a fair point. “Besides, costume will look dumb without it.”

She began applying makeup, concentrating hard on my face as I stared back at her. It was a weird feeling. I had never worn makeup before. I became increasingly squeamish when she applied eyeliner, but managed to make it through without twitching so that she stabbed me in the eye.

Finally, she fastened hair extensions to my head. They integrated with my medium-length hair well and fell to my shoulders. I didn’t object, it seemed like less of an issue than the makeup.

But then she told me to strip. I began taking off my clothes but left my boxers on. “Down to your birthday suit.” She said.

“What? No fucking way.”

“How do you think this dress will look over your boxers? They’ll just be poking out the bottom. It’ll look ridiculous. Do you want to embarrass Ryan?”

She was right of course. “Put these on” she said, holding out a small piece of black fabric. “These are control briefs. They’re small enough that they won’t poke out anywhere but big enough to be…supportive.” She said this last piece with a half grin and I blushed, taking them from her.

I turned away and pulled down my boxers, embarrassed. As I pulled on the panties though I had to admit, they felt wonderful. Soft and smooth against my skin, they cupped my ass comfortably and gently.

“And here’s the bra” I hear the girl say. I spun around and saw she held a bra that appeared to have the tits built in. I was going to have to put on fake boobs? I thought.

“Is that really necessary?” I asked.

“The costume won’t even fit you without it.” She answered.

With trepidation, I reached out and took the bra from her. It was heavy. I pulled it around myself but wasn’t sure how to tighten it. Only two thin clear strip ran across the back, linking the sides of the bra together. The girl helped, pulling it tight from behind somehow and fastening it. As she did so the boobs contoured to my body and all the sudden I was looking down at my very own tits.

I couldn’t help but grinning. It was just so ridiculous. I guessed that was the point of the outfit, great for providing a good laugh.

“Alright,” the girl said, “put it all on.” At this point the girl had been working on me for over an hour so it was a relief to finally be past it. I pulled on the dress and it immediately contoured to my body, squeezing against my fake boobs, tight in at my waist, and wide again at the hips.

The girl glanced at me up and down. “Oh, lipstick.” She went to her purse and grabbed a tube of lipstick, applying it to my lips. “Press your lips together.” I did so.

“Okay, come look.” She beckoned me over to a mirror leaning against a wall and I walked over, extremely curious.

My mouth fell open. I stood in front of the mirror, amazed. I barely recognized brazzers myself. I stared at the wonders this grumpy girl had preformed. My lips were full and pouty. Somehow they even looked moist, though they weren’t overloaded with lipstick or anything. My eyes were dark and…brooding Somehow, my eyelashes long. Even my cheekbones and chin seemed accentuated. My hair was lengthened with auburn extensions and fell wavy down to the top of my chest.

My chest – it stuck out gloriously. I felt the weight pulling me down in front and stood up taller, resisting. The yellow and black striped dress stuck to every curve and seemed to support and press together my voluptuous breasts, pushing out even more now with my upright posture. The dress was high-necked (as it had to be given that the cleavage would be fake) but low-backed. Apparently, I had a distinct hourglass figure now.

As I turned around to look from the back I sucked in a breath. I had always hated my shoulders, which were thin and bony. I now realized this was a perfect trait for a girl, making me look dainty and sexy. Tracing downwards I also realized I had developed a thin, toned, feminine back. To thin lines of muscle ran up either side of my spine, which itself was just slightly visible. The hair-removal cream I’d been using (once a week) also provided nutrients that had my skin looking the best it had ever had.

My pale, thin back sloped into the lovely round curves of my ass. Damn. My ass had continued to grow and develop under Ryan’s close tutelage. The dress hugged it hard, outlining each cheek in a sumptuous fashion. The hem ended just below my butt and unless I repeatedly pulled the dress down, the folds where my ass cheeks met my legs would keep peeking out. As the girl had predicted, the panties weren’t visible.

My legs too looks surprisingly good. It was another trait of my body I had never liked – no one wanted long legs on a guy. But in this costume they were long and shapely. The thin pale stockings reached high and ended just below the dress. Though sheer and pale most of the way up, the top of the stockings were lacy and sexy.

“Now put these on.” The girl held out a pair of dainty but high wedges. I sat down obediently and as I slipped them on I appreciated the necessity of the pedicure. My feet looked soft and dainty, encased now in these beautiful and sexy shoes.

I stood up, unsure of myself. But the shoes felt surprisingly comfortable. And they weren’t as high as I’d first thought, only 2-3 inches off the ground. As I walked around experimentally, I realized they felt quite natural. I looked at myself in the mirror again and saw that the shoes accentuated my legs and pushed up my butt further. I raised my eyebrows, appreciatively.

“Okay, lets go.” The girl said.

“Huh?, where?” I asked

“To show Ryan.” She answered shortly.

“Umm…do You think he’ll like it?” I asked nervously. Why did I ask that? Who cares? It was a costume. I should really change into something else more appropriate. “Actually, are there any other costumes I could wear?”

“Just follow me.” The girl answered impatiently. Ignoring my questions.

I hesitated only a moment more, then followed. I couldn’t shake the growing thought: God I hope he likes it.

—

Ryan was sitting in his desk chair facing his computer when I stepped into his room. He swiveled around to face me. His hair was wet and a towel hung around his neck, covering most of his body. He wore loose fitting grey sweatpants. His arms were on full display to his shoulders though, bulging with muscle and glistening with water from his shower. My eyes focused in on him intently and my heart hammered against my chest. After almost two weeks the rush of excitement at seeing him hit me all at once. “Hi Ryan.” I said softly, and in a higher pitch than normal. It just seemed to make more sense to use that voice when dressed up like this, for the sake of the costume of course.

He saw me and looked me up and down slowly. I waited, embarrassed.

He gave a small smirk. “God damn, babe. Looking fucking good. Come here let me see you.”

I tried to keep my composure (though I had a difficult time suppressing the incredible pleasure that came with Ryan’s words).

“Ryan,” I said, a small shake in my voice, “I don’t know. Why do you want me to dress like this?”

I glanced over at the girl who had worked so hard, if unhappily, on my outfit and makeup. She had one eyebrow cocked, curious to see where this went.

“It’s a halloween dance, babe. You have to dress up!”

“But I’m just the supervising adult escort for you and a friend, right? Why do I need a costume?”

“A lot of the adults wear costumes too.”

Though I wanted to accept this, my discomfort with this costume forced me to persist. “But why a costume like this?”

“My slutty older sister here didn’t have anything else you could wear. Plus I thought you’d look good in it.”

Under other circumstances I may have asked sikiş izle why he only considered his sister’s costumes, but I was immediately distracted. His sister? I glanced over at the brunette and saw she was staring daggers back at Ryan.

“Fuck you” she said.

“Not right now, I don’t think. But soon enough, slut.” I was surprised by the aggressiveness of Ryan’s response. I’d never seen him like this.

Still looking at Ryan’s sister, I saw she colored and lost her composure a bit, but she continued to look at Ryan, disgruntled. Something else, though, as well. Hopeful?

“I don’t know why I agreed to do this for you, ass hole.”

“Oh I we both know why, Kasi, don’t we?”

So her name was Kasi. I thought I should extricate myself from this fight between family members. “Ryan, I’m gonna…”

Ryan interrupted. “Jesus girls, calm down won’t you?” Ryan stood up and took off his towel. My eyes immediately scanned him up and down, taking in his rock hard body, impossibly large and defined for a teenager. My mouth went dry and any further words died in my mouth. Somehow in the time I hadn’t seen him I’d forgotten just how impressive his body was. I noticed his sister, Kasi apparently, had also clammed up. I glanced over and saw that her gaze too was locked onto her younger brother’s body. Her face had gone slack, all traces of anger gone.`

He walked over to me so that he stood right in front of me. I looked up his chest, paused at his lips, then into his intense blue eyes. “Now, lets see you.” his hand reached past my face as he felt the luscious brown hair that his sister had secured. His fingers rand through the hair on top of my head then ran down to the side, sliding through the soft waves. “Very nice, Jerry.” I blushed. Though I thought-Jerry? He never called me that.

As if thinking the same thing, he said, still stroking my hair “Jerry isn’t really right when you’re like this, right? What should we call you? Hmmm…Janelle. That’s sexy right?”

I instantly liked the name, if only because Ryan had said it was sexy. Instead, though, I said “I don’t know, Ryan. This is just a costume. My name is…”

“Shhhh” he brought an index finger to my lips, silencing me. “You’ll get used to it, Janelle.” Ryan ran his finger along my lips slowly. I closed my eyes and was just opening my mouth when he removed his hand. Was I about to suck his finger? I asked myself.

His hands came to rest on my hips. He ran his hands up my sides, feeling with his firm hands my new, hard-earned curves and sending shivers through my body. As his hands reached the sides of the fake tits, he brought them forward and rested them on top. He smirked, his eyes again glancing at mine as he gave them a firm squeeze. I let out a slight sound, my breath catching as I suppressed a moan.

The bra was designed in such a way that the pressure applied apparently traveled through the fake boobs almost unimpeded so that I felt it directly on my own chest. Seeing him squeeze the breasts and feeling his touch at the same time was an effective mind trick. Even knowing what I knew, the sensation was that these large tits were really my own.

“These are fucking perfect.” Ryan said, kneading and pinching. I stared down at Ryan’s large hands squeezing my large perky breasts, then looked up again at Ryan’s handsome face. I was illogically pleased with his reaction to my large tits. My eyes fluttered closed and open again.

One of his hands left my chest and I he turned me by the arm so that I faced his sister. She was staring at us intently, her eyebrows arched almost pleadingly – high on the inside low on the outside. She was biting her bottom lip with her chin slightly raised.

I felt Ryan’s strong hand trace down my bare back and I automatically arched my back in surprise. I didn’t move, though. Ryan’s other hand was still on my left breast.

His hand continued its path down my back and came to the top of my ass, now pressed out with my back arched. He slowly ran it over my ass, cupping from the bottom and squeezing.

My eyes closed and I couldn’t help but moan audibly now. “UUuuuhhhh”

Mine wasn’t the only moan though. I opened my eyes and realized that Kasi had moaned at that moment as well. She was clasping her hands tightly to one another, her knees pressed together, like she was trying to fight something.

I felt Ryan’s hands pause. Then I hear a low chuckle.

“Kasi? What’s wrong?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

Apparently Kasi did too and she momentarily stood up taller, bringing her hands down to her side, looking over my shoulder at Ryan defiantly.

“Ass hole.” She said.

Ryan ignored her. “What I’d like you to do, big sister, is to look at how I touch Janelle’s sexy body here, and imagine I’m touching you this way. Just like you wished I would.”

Her eyes arched, surprised. Then they lowered again. “Go fuck yourself.”

Again Ryan ignored her. Gently, he repositioned me so that he stood directly behind me. I felt his huge hard body press up against me. I faced Kasi directly now, about 10 feet away now. I felt Ryan’s giant cock pressing into me, starting at the top of my ass and hang down past the bottom.

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Chapter 02 – Mini Skirt Girl

It started pretty much by accident. Walt was sitting on the bench with his wife, Rhonda. They were enjoying the quiet evening, the weather was still warm, and the grounds of the hotel complex were so wonderful, you could just sit outside and enjoy it. It was around seven in the evening, and they were talking and sharing each other’s company. Rhonda had to leave soon; she had packed, and they were spending their last hour or so relaxing before she headed for the airport. Walt would drive her there in the rental car, drop it off (he’s have no need for it for the next few days) and grab a hotel shuttle back. Her flight was at nine-thirty.

They had been at the hotel two nights already. They’d arrived early Thursday, creating a mini-vacation around Walt’s business meetings that would start the next day. They’d spent their time just being together, relaxing, and having great vacation sex. When they were away from home Rhonda just seemed more relaxed, more open, and her desires tended to rise, to be more compatible with Walt’s. She’d even teased him about having sex with another man, a fantasy that had fueled their passion, talking about it while fucking, and when she sucked his cock. At the pool, and at the bar, she’d starting pointing out women to him, asking him he’d like to fuck any of them, describing their attributes, teasing him to horniness that made their sex hotter, more frantic, more urgent. But tomorrow was work for him, and home for her, and they were just enjoying the last of their time together.

Being a Saturday night, there were plenty of affairs scheduled at the hotel, and Walt knew that there were others, like him, who had used the business trip to take a few days before or after as personal time. Many people, from other companies as well as the vendors they worked with and the organization that arranged the meetings, took advantage of the opportunity to spend an extra night or two away.

What Walt didn’t expect was to see someone he knew from prior meeting. So they were sitting on the bench, talking, watching the comings and goings of hotel guests, commenting on the notable ones. It was no surprise to see a young woman in a miniskirt emerge from the wing of the hotel, headed for the main building where the bars and clubs were. What he saw approaching was one girl in a miniskirt and two others in slightly longer dresses, club clothes, likely on their way to a night of fun, and he tried to divert his eyes, trying not to let Rhonda see him looking at them. He tried to talk to Rhonda, distracting her and himself from the view of the three hotties as they approached, chatting with each other animatedly, as young women do.

“What time do you land,” he asked her.

“After midnight,” she answered, “I’ll text you when I land, and then when I’m back at the house.”

“Hi, Walt,” he heard before he could answer. He turned to the voice, and it was the miniskirt girl. She’d stopped in front of them. He looked at her, tried to place her face, but felt like he was seeing it for the first time, and struggled not to look at her long, slim legs stretching out beneath her skirt. The face was familiar. He struggled for a name, then found it.

“Vanessa?”

“Good, you remember!”

The sight of her made him uncomfortable to be talking to her in front of Rhonda. She worked for the organization that had arranged the convention, and he knew her slightly from past events. But he’d never seen her like this before. He only knew her in jeans and a loose company polo shirt, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. His imagination went into overdrive as he drank in her appearance and tried to form words.

“Yes, of course, but I almost didn’t recognize you, you know, dressed. Dressed up.” He swallowed. “You look nice.” She was wearing a white spaghetti strap top that allowed some cleavage to peek out between her firm young breasts, with a black miniskirt that, while sitting, was almost at eye level, raised by strappy sandals with a four-inch heel. Her hair was done up, and she wore makeup that changed her pretty face to strikingly beautiful.

“Well, thanks,” she said. “My friends and I are going to a Company event, a party before the real work starts tomorrow.” She motioned with her hands. “This is Rachel, and that’s Brenda.”

“Oh, hi,” he managed. “Nice to meet you.” He heard a sound next to him, felt a squeeze on his arm. “Oh, sorry, Vanessa, this is my wife, Rhonda.”

“Oh, hi,” she chirped.

“Hi,” Rhonda said, with a friendly tone, “I thought for a second there that he might forget I was here.”

Vanessa laughed. “Are you staying? The weather’s been great.”

“Actually, no, I’m flying home tonight,” Rhonda told her, “on a late flight, but we’ve been here for a few days already.” Walt’s eyes wandered over Vanessa slyly as she and Rhonda conversed. He was very conscious of Rhonda at his side, as she pulled his arm closer while she talked. “It was great, it was the first time we did this, coming down early and taking a few days together.”

“It’s too travesti porno bad you’re leaving, you could come to the party.”

“I thought it was a company thing,” Walt asked, trying not to sound like he was ogling. “For employees.”

“Yeah, but everyone brings friends, it’s okay.”

“Sorry, but I have to bring Rhonda to the airport soon.”

“Maybe you could come at the end.”

“I’ll be back around ten, I think,” he told her, and felt a squeeze on his arm. Was he in trouble?

“Oh, it ends at ten,” she said, frowning. “They don’t want everyone up too late and tired and hung over when the work starts!” Her face brightened. “But if you get back early, stop by. At least you can get a free drink!” She turned to Rhonda. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Same here, have fun,” Rhonda answered, and the girls turned and left.

Walt sat in the silence, trying not to look as they walked away.

“Look at that tight little ass on her,” Rhonda said. Shocked, he turned to face her, and she pointed at the girls. Turning the other way he saw Vanessa walking, tight little ass indeed, and wondered why Rhonda was pointing it out to him. He turned back to her when the girls were out of sight.

“Do you think she’s hot?” she asked.

He sputtered. “Ahh, well, yeah, I guess,” he managed.

“Oh don’t be an ass,” she grinned, “Of course she is, and I know you noticed.” She grasped his arm with both hands, leaned into his shoulder, face up close to his. “I bet you’d like to fuck her,” she grinned teasingly. “Does she make you hot? Does she make your dick hard?” One hand slipped from his arm and brushed across his crotch. He glanced around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, but they were alone. She looked too, saw no one, and grabbed at his dick through his pants. “I think she wants this,” she told him, her voice lowered. “She wants you, she wants you to give her this.” She squeezed him and he felt himself getting hard. She noticed. “Oh, so you do want to give it to her!” She squeezed again, grinned and fondled his growing bulge. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Like what?”

“You can say it, go on. Tell me you’d like to fuck her.” He hesitated. “Go ahead, say it. You’d like to get this dick into that young, tight pussy, you’d like to fuck her brains out like you fucked mine out yesterday. Admit it.”

“Yeah, I’d like to fuck her.”

“You want her to suck your dick too?”

“You better believe it!”

“Would you eat her pussy? I bet you would.” Her hand left his crotch, and moved to his face, touching his lips. “I bet you’d like to get these sweet little lips on her cute little pussy and lick her till she cums,” she whispered.

Walt gasped, and turned to her. “What — what’s got into you?”

She laughed then, a fun, jovial bright sound that tingled his ears and settled in his heart, and he fell in love with her all over again. “Oh, Walt, you are so transparent, I love that about you.” She kissed him. “I was just teasing, you know, to get you excited. I’m sure she’s a nice girl.” She changed her voice to the mock-seduction tone. “But she probably can’t control herself around a handsome older man like you, so you stay away from her.” She stood up. “Come on, let’s go get my stuff.”

“It’s still early,” he told her, rising, trying to hide his erection.

“I know, but I want to suck your cock before I go, so I can remember the taste while I go home.”

“Oh, you say the nicest things,”

“Besides, that way you won’t need it as bad,” she snaked her arm into his as they walked. “Or, if you do fuck her, you’ll last longer!” They both laughed.

“Maybe I won’t be able to resist her,” he chuckled. “She be so overwhelmed by the animal nature of a man who’s twice her age, that she’ll throw herself at me, and I won’t have any choice,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s what’ll happen,” Rhonda joked.

Back in the room, Rhonda went in first, and as Walt closed the door she dropped to her knees, facing him. He turned and saw her there, sitting back on her feet, and she looked up at his face, and reached for his belt, pulling him to her.

“Come on, get it out.”

“Really? I thought you were kidding.”

She began unbuckling him. “I am not kidding, I want to suck you off before I go,” she said, her voice coarse and thick. She unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. “I want your dick in my mouth, and I want to suck it until you cum,” she said, pulling his pants to his ankles. “And I want you,” she said, looking up at him, her hands poised at the waistband of his briefs, “to cum in my mouth. I want to taste it, and swallow it, so I can think about it all the way home.” She pulled his briefs down over his hard cock, and it sprang up into her face. She grasped it in her hand and said to him, “You think about me doing this after I go home,” and opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his dick, taking the head into her mouth. She licked around it, wetting it, and then began bobbing her head up and down the shaft a few times, before alt yazılı porno she pushed her head down as far as she could take it, her lips reaching about two-thirds down his shaft. Then she sucked hard as she pulled back up.

She popped off long enough to say, “As much as I want to deep-throat you, I just can’t, sorry,” and then opened her mouth wide, tongue out flat, and looked at him as she rubbed his cockhead on her tongue. He groaned, and clenched his hips. Then she vigorously licked the sensitive underside, just below the crown, felt him squirm, and then took him back into her mouth.

When his shaft was slick with saliva and his pre-cum, she circled his shaft with her hand and moved it closer to her mouth, creating a long wet sheath that enveloped his cock, ending in her mouth. She began bobbing slowly, stroking him with her mouth-hand combo, checking the depth to make sure she wouldn’t suddenly gag. She started picking up speed then, bouncing her head up and down, sucking as she pumped his cock into her mouth. He was grunting almost constantly now, she felt his hips jerk, and felt his cock suddenly swell, harden. She continued pumping, and when she heard him growl she felt him twitch, and the first hot jet of cum splashed into the back of her mouth. She pulled back till his cockhead was at her lips and opened her mouth wide, tongue flat, and allowed him to see his cum shooting into her mouth, a second blast, a third, and then the remaining spurts coating her tongue. He mouth was filled with the hot salty batter of his cum, it pooled in her mouth, coating her gums, her teeth. When he was done, she smiled, allowed a little to drool out, and licked her lips at him, before swallowing nasty mess. It took two swallows to get it all down.

Walt looked at his wife, smiling up at him, her lips slick with saliva and semen, and little drip at each side of her mouth, running down to her chin. God damn, she was wonderful! Beautiful, sexy, and fun, and still surprising after all these years. His legs were still weak when she stood up, and kissed him on the lips, lightly.

“You remember that,” she said. “Think about me, on the plane, still tasting your cum. When they offer me a snack on the plane, I’ll tell them, ‘no thanks, I had something before I left’.”

He pulled his pants up, and they loaded her bags into the car, and headed for the airport.

Two hours later he was back. The hotel shuttle dropped him at the main building, and as he turned to head back to the outer buildings, where his room was, he glanced at his watch. Only nine, he saw. He had assumed he’d be back much later, but they’d left a little early, and returning the car had taken no time at all. He had planned to get back to his room after ten, watch some TV, and go to sleep. Maybe read a little. He always brought books when he went away, but he and Rhonda hadn’t done much reading the past few days.

And so he stood in the lobby, suddenly with a choice. He could go back to his room early, read more, watch more TV, and go to sleep. Or he could try and find the room where the party was, the one Vanessa had invited him and Rhonda to. Will I be hanging out with children, he thought? Not likely, as it was a party for the entire organization, the people running it were all mature, even if the staffers were just out of college. Going to his room made sense, it was the sensible, mature decision. He turned to walk, and thought, it’s the old decision. It’s the stuffy, I-forgot-how-to-have-fun decision. It’s only an hour. I’ll have a couple of drinks, say hello, and go home when I originally planned. He turned back and headed up the hall, looking for the sign outside one of the ballrooms. As he hunted, he wondered if he’d be allowed in. Vanessa had said people brought guests. But alone? Well, he’d size it up when he found it, he thought, searching. If he found it.

Passing a side hallway, a sign at the end caught his eye, and he stopped and headed down. As he approached he heard club music thumping, and he started to think he’d made a bad decision. It was the last hour, and likely only the younger folks were left, and the music had changed to suit the remaining crowd. It didn’t seem anyone was at the door; he wondered if it was okay to just walk in. Maybe he’d just peek inside, and take a look. Maybe he’d go to his room after all.

As luck would have, as he approached the door swung in, and he was greeted by a loud blast of thumping bass, way too loud, as an older couple, though slightly younger than him, exited. He heard the woman say something about the ‘kid’s music’ as they passed. He stood in the open doorway, looking inside. The room was mostly dark, and as his eyes became accustomed he saw groups of people, one mixed, clustered near the bar, another, the older folks, clustered away from the center, and the third, the younger ones, on the dance floor, dancing in groups and twos and threes. He felt suddenly uncomfortable, like he was crashing a party. Well, technically, he was, he thought. He didn’t back out, üvey baba porno but he didn’t go in, just stood there, indecisive, until he thought he heard his name called. He turned to the bar crowd, and there was Vanessa and her two friends, what were their names? Rachel, he remembered, and Bonnie? No, Brenda. They were headed for the door. One of the girls, Rachel, he thought, looked a little over-indulged.

“Hey, Walt, you made it back. Is it ten already?” Vanessa asked as they approached him. He could barely hear over the music. He found himself almost shouting his response.

“No, a little after nine, I got back earlier than expected,” he told her.

“I’m glad you came, I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to stay alone. We have to take Brenda back to her room,” she said, leaning in to him to be heard over the music. So the other one was Rachel, he thought. He said hi to them. Vanessa turned to Rachel and asked if she could handle getting Brenda to her room. Rachel laughed and said yeah, again, and they all chuckled, and Vanessa kissed her friends and they left, and she pulled Walt by the arm towards the bar. “Come on, have a drink,” she said, leaning into his ear. “Brenda is a lightweight who thinks she’s a heavyweight,” she laughed. “It’s not the first time we had to take her home early.”

They got to the bar, and Walt ordered a Vodka Collins; Vanessa ordered a white wine. They moved to the side, and sipped, chatting.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” she said in his ear, so close he could feel her breath. She had to raise herself up on her toes to talk to him, and steadied herself by holding his arm. He was aware of her closeness, and felt just slightly uncomfortable. He thought of Rhonda’s assessment that she would want an older man, and dismissed it as ridiculous. They were just talking.

“Well, I almost didn’t,” he told her, “I didn’t want to be the oldest guy in the room,” he joked, “but I didn’t want to admit I was so old that I couldn’t have a drink.” She laughed, and slapped his arm lightly.

“You’re not old, you’re just mature,” she told him, and then he laughed.

“Yeah, mature,” he said. “I’m so mature I haven’t recognized a song yet.”

“I hear that,” she told him, “I’m not a fan myself, but it’s just for the dancing, not listening,”

They chatted about work, about what he does, about what she does for her organization at this show, about what they liked and disliked of their jobs. They got another drink, and he wondered how many she’d had before he arrived. She didn’t seem too sloshed, so he guessed not too many. He hadn’t had much to eat and was starting to feel it, loosening up.

Eventually a song came on that he’d heard before, something by Outkast, he thought. “Hey,” he told her, “I actually know this one. Rhonda likes it, she always turns it up when it comes on the radio.”

“Oh, so she’s cooler than you?”

“I guess, at least on this,” he admitted.

“She seems really nice. Too bad she had to leave.” She ginned at him. “She’d probably make you dance!”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “She probably would!”

“Come on, dance with me,” she said, putting her drink on a nearby table, and pulling his arm. He held back, but she resisted, and he finally put his drink down and let her drag him out to the dance floor.

He danced casually, befitting his age but she would have none of that, and danced the way the rest of the younger folks danced, circling around him, touching him, touching herself, and occasionally rubbing up against him. His cock began to stiffen against his will as he watched her. Her young, nubile body moving, flowing so easily, her slim figure broadcasting sexuality. She couldn’t really be coming on to me, he thought, a little embarrassed to be dancing with such a young, pretty woman, but his ego told him different, and his libido followed, leaving his reason behind. He began following her lead, dancing like he was fifteen years younger, and not caring what others thought. He let himself go, moving his hips, his shoulders, and she let out a whoop for him, and picked up her pace. Soon she was pressing into him, then pulling away; when her body pressed against him he felt the heat from her through his clothes. His dick was betraying him, and he wondered if she would notice, glancing around to see if he had a clear moment to adjust himself and hide the bulge that was beginning to form.

Before he had the chance the song ended, and slipped into a slower song, and the DJ let them know this was the last one. He froze, thinking that she might press herself against him, and want to dance slow with him, and he nearly panicked when she took his arm, but she led him off the floor. She held his arm and they returned to their drinks, and she was laughing lightly, thanking him for a great dance. He blushed, to be complimented by such a young, pretty girl, and she noticed, and told him how cute it was. He blushed more, and felt his face heat up.

“I gotta get some air,” she told him, and guided him to the door, “come on with me.” She headed for a side door that opened into the night air. He felt the cool evening greet him as they exited, and was thankful for her idea. As the door closed behind them the quiet was immediate, and he hadn’t realized how warm he’d become while dancing. He felt his body cooling as his ears welcomed the lack of volume.

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“Ouch!”

He flinched as the match he was holding burned down to his fingers. The faint scent of burned flesh mixed with the aroma of the vanilla-scented candle. At least he’d gotten the damn thing lit.

The points of dim light in their small bedroom made his shadow dance on each wall, and the wine already flowing through his system only added to the surreal environment. Rose petals littered the bed and floor, mixing with the vanilla wax in a scent that oozed sex.

The sun wasn’t down, but would be by the time she got home, and he didn’t want to be caught, so to speak, with his pants down. This was a night he’d had been planning for weeks. Nothing was going to ruin it.

He knew his wife would be home by eight, and also knew he was running the risk of her being tired, or worse, upset. Her weekly get-togethers with her friends rarely amounted to anything constructive, but it was her way to release and vent. They were good friends, but significantly older, and often begrudged her her youth and good looks. And her husband.

He looked at himself in the mirror. 5’9″, sandy blond hair. Not much in the way of muscles but a lanky toughness that resembled the athlete he had once been. He had actually lost weight since graduating from college, but was far from a health nut. His “lucky” boxers hugged his waist snugly. If Nichole thought he was hot, that was enough.

He checked his shave one more time and went to the freezer. The bucket of ice belched vapor when he opened the door, the opened (and sampled) bottle of wine at the ready. He checked his watch.

7:50. She had probably found the note on the seat of her car by now.

He rearranged the sampling of lingerie on the back of the couch for the umpteenth time. Surely there was something there she would be comfortable in. He personally hoped she’d choose the black one, but any would do. Hell, her flannel pajamas would do, but they weren’t an option.

He scooped up his bottle of wine from the coffee table and sipped. Riesling wasn’t his favorite, but it was hers. That’s what mattered. She’d had a tough week … they were all tough. Since he’d taken his new job, things hadn’t been as passionate between them as they had both hoped, but he had never had a day job before, and was learning to appreciate her early mornings and 10:30 bedtimes. With any luck, they’d be in bed much earlier this Friday night.

The ring of his cell phone startled him. For a moment he considered ignoring it, and would have if her name hadn’t popped up on the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“What’s this all about?”

“Just follow the directions.”

“What are you doing.”

“Just do it, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“You’re crazy. All right, bye.”

“Bye.”

He knew the tone in that voice. Tired, but curious and in a good mood. He thought of her breezing down the road with the top down on her convertible, her sassy “car hat” pulled down tight over her ears. He smiled.

He went back to the fridge one more time and pulled the tray of chocolate-covered strawberries from the top shelf. They weren’t part of her diet, strictly speaking, but he didn’t care. Frankly, he could have cared less if she ate a single one. He considered them more visual foreplay than anything.

He dimmed the lights and carried the wine and strawberries to the bedroom, where he shut the door. He flopped down on the bed and tried to relax. So much preparing for something that a couple married a year and a half usually did without thinking. And that was the problem.

Involuntarily, his penis twitched in his boxers. Lord, he was getting hard just thinking about it. He closed his eyes and reached into his pants, gripping his member. Damn, his hand was cold. He knew she hated that. Well, no better place to warm them up.

The relaxation was sarışın porno shattered by the rumble of the garage door and the grinding of tires on the gravel driveway. Shit, she must have flown. He wondered if she was feeling excited at that moment, too. Had she been feeling her own wetness as she drove home? Probably not, but the thought made him even harder.

He heard the front door open, and a soft “Huh?” as she obviously spied the buffet of unmentionables spread out on the back of the couch. Then he heard a full-out laugh.

“Where are you?!”

“Just get dressed!”

“I am dressed!”

“Undressed then!”

The thump of shoes and the rustle of clothes told him she was playing along. Good girl.

The rustling stilled. He knew she was looking at the lingerie, some of which had been wedding shower gifts, worrying about what would fit. It was a battle she waged with herself constantly, one that he knew he couldn’t fight for her. The truth was, though she might have gained a few pounds in the past 18 months, she was still beautiful and knew exactly how to use what she had. Firm, smooth legs. Perky breasts of the perfect size. And the sweetest honeypot any man could ever hope to lay eyes – or tongue – on.

The rustling resumed, followed by footsteps. He rearranged on the bed to hide his erection, but the footsteps continued past the bedroom to the bathroom. He heard water run and the soft “psst” of perfume. A good sign.

The water stopped and he heard the doorknob begin to turn. She peeked around the door, a single eye glistening in the candlelight. A spill of shoulder-length red hair showed itself, and then a bare foot, leg and knee. She opened the door wider, and his breath caught.

She was most definitely playing along.

It was the black number, all right. It seemed whenever that one came out, it was a night to remember. She turned around and shut the door, the bottom of her smooth ass visible just under the sheer silk. A spaghetti strap slipped off one shoulder. Not as tight as she thought, apparently.

She turned back around and flashed a coy smile that made him beam. She stood there, toeing at the carpet as if she didn’t know what to do next.

“Come here, beautiful,” he said.

She walked over to him as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He grabbed the empty wineglass and filled it from the bottle. The he topped off his own glass.

“Surprise.”

The beginnings a smirk appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“You must want something,” she said in a soft voice, taking a long drink of the wine.

“You got that right. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

“At least he last five minutes,” she said, looking down at his stretched boxers. The look on her face wasn’t coy any more.

With that, she leaned over him and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. He could see her breasts sway in the loose fabric, two perfect globes of flesh in the candlelight. God, he wanted to run his hands over them. But first things first.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as their tongues explored one another, caressing her back and letting them slip down over her ass. He pulled her closer, needing to feel her body against his.

But she pulled away, taking another swig of the Riesling.

“You think it’s that easy?” she said. Coyness had been replaced by a wickedness that only he got to see. She paced a few feet away from him, tapping the wineglass with a fingernail. “You think you can sweep me off my feet with candles and wine and … woah, strawberries.”

The forgotten tray was on the bed, he picked one up and bit into it, letting the sweet chocolate and tang of berry roll on his tongue.

“They’re pretty good, want one?”

“I want that one.”

“Sorry, it’s mine.”

Swiftly sex hikayeleri she was on him, straddling his knees and locking her mouth to his. She sucked the half-eaten berry straight out of his mouth and chewed it up.

“I SAID I want that one.”

He picked up another one, but instead of eating it he brushed it along the slope of one of her breasts. The chocolate left a brown streak on her skin, and he leaned forward and slowly licked it off.

“And I want that one.”

Their battle of wills was stirring his erection again, but with her on top of him there was only one place for it to go. He stiffened against the thin material of the thong panties, and she shut her eyes and moaned.

“And I want that one,” she said through parted lips.

From that moment on, the strawberries were forgotten. She pushed him over backward on the bed and slid up until she was on her knees, straddling him. His cock was still rubbing firmly against her still-covered mound, and he rocked to accentuate the feeling. She took one last sip of wine and put the glass on the bedside table.

In a flash the boxers were off and she was kneeling to the side of him, caressing his stomach and licking small circle around his left nipple. He closed his eyes and stretched his legs out, letting his hard on laze freely on his stomach.

Suddenly a warm, firm grip enveloped his penis and second later the silky warmth of her mouth engulfed it. He knew she liked going down on him, even if she didn’t do it very often, but he had no idea she liked it this much.

Her head bobbed up and down as her hand gripped the base of his shaft tightly. The other hand massaged his boys, a move she’d been late trying but swift at perfecting. A moan escaped his mouth as she took him in particularly deep. God, she gave great head.

After the first wave of sensation passed, his hands began to move toward her, first caressing her leg, then moving up to the hem of the short nightie. He massaged her ass, and gently pulled her toward him by hooking his finger under the waistband. Why not double the pleasure?

She shifted her weight until she was parallel with him, never wavering from his penis. She raised up to her knees and allowed him to pull the thong down to her knees, then balanced on one knee and then the other as he pulled them off her legs, all the while never breaking contact with his penis. The girl should have been a fucking ballerina.

In her position, the nightie did nothing to cover her lower body, and he could clearly see her glistening vagina in the candlelight. It seemed to beg for attention, so he pulled her over to him, and she carefully lifted her left leg up and over his head, so her wetness was right over his face. He cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her down to his waiting mouth.

“God, baby!” It was the first time she’d stopped sucking on him, and he was thankful for the break. Much more of that and he’d be through before he began. Before she could regain her composure, he dove between her legs, running his tongue up and down the outer lips, loving the taste of her. Her scent washed over him as he parted her lips and began to lick her deeper inside. She gripped his thighs and arched her back.

“Holy shit, baby.”

He still said nothing, only caressing her ass with his hands and devouring her with his tongue. He teased her hot spot with the tip of his tongue, knowing the reaction.

“Aaaaaaah!”

He liked the sound of that.

She returned to his penis, if only half-heartedly. She was using her hand more and was obviously preoccupied with what he was doing to her. He focused in more on her clit, swirling his tongue around it, and gently slid his hands up and down the crack of her ass, pausing nowhere but providing extra sensation nevertheless.

Her şişman porno handling of his penis had become erratic now, and he paused for just a moment.

“It’s OK, this is for you.”

“Thank youuuuu..” she moaned, and placed her hands out wide to the sides. She was moaning now, and he was giving all his attention to her swollen bud.

“Oh shit, this is a big one!”

He could feel her pussy tighten over his mouth and nose as she began to rock back and forth, groaning inaudibly and clenching the bedspread.

“Ohhhhh, God baby, I’m cumming!”

With that she spasmed and ground herself down on his face, hot juices washing over his mouth and down his cheeks. He gripped her ass firmly, steadying her as she swayed over him. Finally she came off her high and rolled to he side, a panting mass of orgasmic bliss.

He rolled over and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. She tasted so good.

She rolled over on her back and looked up at him with a look of amazement.

“Your turn,” she said.

“Don’t you need a minute?”

“I just need you.”

She stood up and pulled the nightie off her body, finally exposing her rock-hard nipples. He stood up as well and walked behind her, running his hands up and down her body. His penis restiffened, thumping merrily on her lower back. He loved the feel of her skin, especially her breasts.

“How do you want to do it?” she asked, knowing the answer.

He wasn’t in a state to mince words. He kissed her neck and pressed himself more firmly against her.

“Like this.”

She leaned over and placed both hands on the bed, then she put her knees on the edge of the mattress. He stayed behind her, fondling her breasts. Expertly, she reached between her legs and grabbed his erection, guiding it towards her soaking vagina.

He had to control himself as he entered, and they both nearly screamed in ecstasy. He took it slow at first, feeling the contours of her, but then quickened his pace when the angle became just right. He continued to massage her breasts with one hand and moved the other down to her clit, stimulating all of her zones at once.

“Jesus baby, you’re amazing,” he said. She only whimpered in response.

When her breathing quickened to the point of no return, he knew he should stop. He pulled out and she looked desperately over her shoulder.

“What’s the matter?”

“I want to see you.”

She rolled over and scooted up on the bed. He crawled up to her and in one smooth motion was back inside, gliding in and out like her vagina was a glove.

There was no waiting now as the pace quickened to a frenzy of flesh, their tongues, arms and legs intertwined as their breathing became ragged and the soft light intensified to a blinding brilliance.

“Ooooohhhhhhh, I love you!”

“I… love … you…,” he said between thrusts.

Suddenly the warm, slightly numb feeling in his groin began to spread to his lower belly. With one final thrust he came, his body rigid as his erupted into his wife, fucking her deeper than he had ever thought possible. She, in turn, was sent over the edge, locking her ankles behind his head and digging her nails into his back.

“Unnnnnnngghhhhhhh!”

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGOOOOOODDDDD!”

He lay on top of her, both temporarily blacked out. The strawberries were in a pile at the foot of the bed, the overturned tray was on the floor. Their sweat and fluids collected between them and on the bed, but neither seemed to mind.

Eventually they both sat up and shared the rest of the bottle of wine. They fed each other strawberries and talked, often taking time to make out and fondle one another, though after a long week and a fantastic fuck, neither of them had the energy for another go.

When the playfulness turned to cuddling, he stood up and walked around the room, blowing out the candles one by one. He turned in the light of the final small tea-light and looked at his naked wife, dozing on the bed.

“We still got it, sweetie,” he whispered to himself.

Then he blew out the candle and climbed in bed.

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After dating the accountant for about 6 weeks she began to talk about moving in together, marriage and kids. Having just come out of an 18 year marriage I was not keen on this enthusiasm and so the relationship petered out.

It wasn’t too long however before I got bored being on my own and decided to start dating again.

My next girl friend was a school teacher who had been married but was now separated and had been for some five years during which time she had hardly dated at all but concentrated on brining up her son who was now 8 years old.

Cathy was 35, a little younger than me, but stood at just about 5 feet 1 inch tall, some 7 inches shorter than my 5 foot 8 inches. She had long dark hair that tumbled down to her shoulders in natural curls that made it look almost permed. Though English her facial features looked almost Spanish, helped of course by her hair, though her skin was not tanned like someone from the Mediterranean.

She was not slim but carried no extra weight and despite her shortness she was well proportioned with small breasts, nice hips and rounded, pert bottom.

Our first date was in a pub and I nearly blew things when I was so shy that I could barely look Cathy in the eye and it was a struggle to kiss her good bye when the date ended.

I was surprised to get a second date a week later and we met in the same pub where she told me her son was stopping out for the night at his grandparents so I could go back to her house if I liked for a coffee.

I agreed and she drove us to a detached house on a quiet housing development.

The idea of coffee went out the window and we shared a bottle of wine instead. As time ticked on Cathy said I could stay the night if I liked and have the guest bedroom.

I thought this was a good idea as it saved me a trip home on the late night train. I was note prepared in that I didn’t have an over-night bag but thought I could manage for one night.

I stripped down to my shorts and was soon in bed with the light out, listening to here if Cathy was also going to bed in the room next door. The wine had gone to my head a little more than I expected and I was struggling to stay awake. I was laid with my back to the door and started to drift in to sleep when I felt the duvet lift and Cathy climbing in to bed next to me.

I turned and we immediately began kissing. Her warm body was naked and I could feel her breasts on my chest as I pulled her close. As we continued to kiss I let my hands slip down Cathy’s sides until they rested üvey kız kardeş porno on her firm arse which I stroked.

Suddenly Cathy put her palms on my chest I could feel her wriggling down my body as she push me on to my back. Her hands took hold of the top of my shorts and slid them down, freeing my erect penis which she immediately grabbed and slowly but firmly she forced back my foreskin to expose the throbbing head.

She took me in to her mouth and began to work her tongue slowly all over my knob. The sensation was fantastic and I had to pinch myself to remember this was only my second date with this woman.

As she licked around the top of my shaft she began to slowly move her hand up and down my cock, wanking me gently in to her mouth.

I felt almost guilty as my pleasure built as I could not reach any part of Cathy’s body to reciprocate and just paid back and enjoyed waves of pleasure flowing from my groin.

My excitement was growing and Cathy must have noticed the small twitches my dick was now making and instead of stopping she began wanking me faster and harder, sucking me deeper in to her mouth as she did this.

I closed my eyes and grasped the bed sheet, trying to fight off the inevitable, but it was impossible and my body suddenly went rigid as my dick twitched one last time and hot spunk came out in spurts in to Cathy’s mouth.

Cathy left the bed and I could do no more than lay there and soon fell in to a light sleep, sensing Cathy returning to the bed and snuggling up to me shortly after.

It was difficult for me to say how long I dosed for, but I awoke with a semi-erection as I need the toilet. I gently left the bed trying not to disturb Cathy. When I returned I got back under the duvet she started kissing my neck and I instinctively reached out and felt her breast, squeezing each before gently working her nipples in to stiff little pointers.

I was erect again by this time and rolled on to my back, easing Cathy on top of me so our groins me. She could feel my cock pressing her bell as I began to suck each breast in turn, flicking my tongue quickly across each nipple before closing my teeth and tugging gently.

Starting to emit little moans, Cathy felt down and guided my erection in to her vagina. I moved my own hand down to help her and could feel that she had no pubic hair, a fact I had not appreciated as we had both been under the duvet in the dark and I had not had the opportunity to nuzzle her cunt yet.

With xnxx porno cock in now Cathy began to slowly ride up and down on my shaft, her pussy feeling quite tight. She transferred her weight a little further back as her rhythm began to increase and was soon bouncing up and down quite happily, the duvet having been discarded from the bed.

At first I lay as still as possible and left the work to Cathy, but as her rhythm increased I couldn’t help but start to push myself upwards from the bed to meet her downwards thrusts. Up and down she went and in the darkness I could just make out the outline of her tits moving up and down in harmony with the rest of her body, though only slightly as a result of their modest size.

I focussed hard to stop myself coming and this paid off as before long I felt Cathy thrusting down harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps before she suddenly pushed herself on to my cock really hard but didn’t ride back up it this time as her legs gripped tightly around my thighs and her orgasm came.

After a few seconds I could feel her relax and she suggested we change positions. She slowly raised herself up and lifted herself off my cock.

I began to move but let out a gasp of pain as something in my lower back pulled.

Cathy asked me what was wrong and I explained it was just old age. She immediately suggested I might benefit from a little massage and reached over to her bedside dresser. She opened the top drawer and rummaged in the dark for a little while then closed the drawer again.

She then told me to lay on my front and she poured some oil on to my lower back from a small bottle she had taken from the dresser.

Carefully and gently she began to rub my back and the sensation quickly eased my discomfort and relaxed me. I sank in to the mattress and she worked away, a little firmer now, making me feel so damn good.

Not wanting to hog all the pleasure I told Cathy I would give her back a rub, wanting to show off a skill I had acquired with the accountant who really liked a massage as a pre-curser to sex.

Cathy agreed and rolled on to her stomach, handing me the small bottle.

I put a little oil on my hands and dribbled a little down the length of her spine then went to work gently kneading and massaging, working my way from Cathy’s shoulders to her arse and back up again.

As I worked my way down again Cathy lifted her midriff from the bed and was stroking herself between the legs as I worked.

Early morning zenci porno light was growing outside and though it was still quite dark in the bedroom I could start to make out a little more detail, the colour of flesh now more apparent than it was in the pitch blackness of the night.

I stopped the massage and watched as Cathy continued to stroke herself. As the light increased a little more I could just about make out her fingers penetrating her pussy.

She now lifted up a little higher, resting on one arm she rubbed herself harder and pushed her arse in the air. I had the perfect view of her masturbating.

As she continued rubbing she ask me for the oil. She stopped pleasuring herself for a second, kneeled upright, poured some oil on to her right hand then bent forward again leaning on her left arm with her face almost in the pillow and her arse again stuck high in the air.

Again her fingers came between her legs but this time didn’t stop at her pussy but move on to her anus. She rubbed gently across the opening, allowing the oil on her fingers to moisten the little tight hole.

My erection was growing harder at this show and soon her ring and forefingers were disappearing up to the middle joints as they pushed in to her now lubricated arse hole.

Sticking her bottom higher in the air Cathy suddenly told me to stick my cock in her arse. I was shocked, having only ever tried anal sex once and not expecting this on a second date.

She removed her fingers which went to work on her pussy as I eased towards her so that the head of my penis just touched her anal passage opening.

I pulled back my foreskin and pushed, feeling some resistance as my knob began to disappear in to Cathy’s arse. Just a little way in I paused, worried this might be uncomfortable for her. In answer she pushed herself backwards so her hole swallowed up three quarters of my shaft.

I then very gently pulled back and then gently thrust forward again, my movements measured and careful.

Cathy began to rub her bare pussy lips more frantically and as I pushed in to her she moved back harder on to my cock with each thrust.

I closed my eyes and stopped thrusting as I felt very close to shooting my load. I told Cathy I was about to come and she responded by speeding up her own movements so that she slid up and down on my hard cock which was gripped in her tight little arse.

It was impossible to resist the urge and as I she pushed back on to my prick harder than ever I couldn’t stop myself exploding in to her. When the twitching stopped Cathy pulled forwards until my cock came out of her arse and she then laid on her back, legs open and rubbed herself hard until she reached orgasm a few minutes later.

We both slept soundly after that and I dreamt of what might happen on our third date.

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It was one of those weeks, nothing but problems at work and with the kids. The heat and humidity in the Iowa Summer was so unbearable. Nothing went right and the week seemed to dwell on forever for her. It seemed that everything was thrown at her with nothing but chaos topped off with a heavy coating of frustration. To top everything else, it’s the weekend where her lover is not to be around. So camping with him was out of the question. Which is probably okay, being that the weather was so damn hot and sticky anyway.

She arrives home from work on Friday late afternoon. The house is a pit because of her two kids, who are mid to late teens, didn’t pitch in to help around the house. Well no surprise there. Oh, how she needed a Black Velvet and Coke!

She starts picking up the house while avoiding starting an argument with the girls. She had had enough frustration already and the last thing she wanted was to raise her blood pressure and anger by fighting with the girls. After that she cleaned the kitchen so she could perhaps make a decent meal for once.

By the time she was done it was close to six thirty. Both daughters never peeked in on her while she worked. One was in the basement and the other was in her room.

Just as she was starting dinner she heard her daughters approaching toward the kitchen.

“Hey mom, we’re going to go out to see a movie, see ya later.” The oldest one said as they walked past her and out the back door.

How lovely it must be to just do what you want to do without regard to others was what she was thinking. Again she didn’t want to say anything for she had reached her limit.

She did make herself a BV and Coke and ended up making a toasted peanut butter sandwich. Such a healthy dinner she thought as she sat down on the couch and watched TV.

An hour later she was feeling the alcohol and decided that she had better get her shower in and wash off the day’s sticky feeling. She went to her room, shut and locked the door feeling content that by doing so will keep all the chaos and frustration at bay just to the other side of the door. She turned on the ceiling fan above her bed.

She shed her clothes and walked into her bathroom. She started the cool shower and gave a sigh of relief as the water cascaded down her soft skin. She relished the feeling. It felt wonderful and invigorating. The only time that she felt cool the entire week was when she was under the shower.

She took her time and enjoyed cleansing her body. Fifteen minutes later she shut off the water and stepped out of the tub. She grabbed a towel from the towel rack and wrapped her long blonde hair. She stepped up to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked incredible for a woman of forty. Her breasts were just the right size and didn’t sag. Her nipples were hardening as the water began to slowly dry off of them. Her tummy was fairly flat and taught. Below that where her mons would be was bare. She had been unable to grow hair there for many years now. Her legs were long and the skin looked so smooth. She turned herself and gave herself a compliment on her tight ass.

As she started to dry off she changed her mind and let the dripping water remain on her body. She dried her hair as best she could and dropped the towel on the floor of the bathroom. She left the bathroom light on and walked back in to her bedroom. The room was starting to darken as the sun was setting. She went over to the window and shut the blinds. Then she crawled onto her bed without pulling down the comforter. She lay in the center of the bed on her back and propped her head up with two pillows while the light from the bathroom lightly painted her wet, naked body

The ceiling fan was blowing right on top of her. With her body still being wet, she felt the coolness of the water drying from her skin. It felt wonderful and relaxing.

She brought her hands up to her breasts and felt how hard her nipples were. She gently pinched them between her fingers sending a feeling between her legs. Finding water droplets with her fingertips, she rubbed the wetness onto her nipples and immediately felt the cooling result.

Finding that pleasurable, she lightly traced her fingertips down to her tummy spreading out the droplets onto her skin. She felt the coolness spread over her tummy. Again she felt a tingle travel down to her sex.

Her fingers continued down to her thighs with the slightest touch with the answer of coolness and arousal. She brought her legs up and spread her knees apart and repeated the motions to her upper legs, her knees, and calves. She even pulled her feet together and pushed her knees all the way to hd porno the bed, wide apart, and cooled her feet. She looked down and saw how erotically open and wide she was. The tingling was very strong and she knew she was getting wet.

Her hands on her feet were but an inch away from her sex. She brought them up to between her legs just to each side of her pussy. Her thumbs grazed her outer lips and she was amazed at how swollen they felt. Her heart was beating harder under her breasts and hard nipples. She knew she needed relief and now.

Using her index fingers of each hand she moved them to her opening and spread her lips apart. She immediately felt herself dripping. Her wetness invited her probing fingers as she pushed them inside herself. She suddenly felt coolness so she looked down and from the shadow casting light of the bathroom she noticed that her clit was exposed and the air from the fan was blowing directly on it. She moved one of her fingers from inside herself to touch her clit and the contrast from the warmth of her finger and the coolness from the drying water made her moan.

All that mattered now was giving herself the climax that her body ached for. She rubbed her finger around her clit while her other hand began moving a finger in and out of herself. Before long she felt the familiar tightening and pulsing grow deep within. As soon as she felt the walls from her depth clasp around her probing fingers she vigorously rubbed directly on her clit while bringing up wetness from her opening. Soon she was raising her hips off of the bed, matching the rhythm that her fingers were playing.

It felt like her insides exploded as the wave hit her writhing body. She stopped breathing as her climax took her to a higher level. It had been so long since she had such a strong orgasm. She stopped rubbing her clit but her pussy was still pulsating around her fingers. She knew that she was capable of having two types of orgasms. One from the outside just from rubbing her clit and one from deep inside. She wanted the deep inside orgasm. As her body returned from the first climax her fingers continued to slide in and out. She was so close…………..

Her body was taking control now and what happened next was something that she couldn’t control nor did she expect. She suddenly felt a strong wave of contentment and relaxation wash over her. Before she knew what had even happened, her body shut down and put her in a deep sleep.

In her sleep she began to dream and in her dream she was still on the bed, wet, and naked and still feeling the fan blowing on her wet body. Only in her dream she saw him standing in the bathroom doorway silhouetted from the bathroom light.

As he slowly began to enter into the bedroom the backlight from the bathroom continuously changed the shadows on him and it allowed her finally see that he was naked. As he moved closer the to the foot of the bed the lighting revealed that he was hard and he was shaved smooth and there was a glint of wetness on the tip of the bulging head of his shaft.

He finally reached the bed and she felt his hands grasp her ankles as he slowly spread her legs.

From her ankles she felt him gently kiss and lick the water from her body. He slowly moved up her calves to her knees, always alternating legs. He moved from her knees to her thighs and upper thighs. It felt like it was taking forever for him to travel.

Soon he was kissing and licking between her thighs and laying himself down on the bed between her spread legs.

She looked down upon his shadowed face as he softly said, “Just relax and let yourself go and enjoy what I’m giving you.”

After saying that he leaned in and began placing light kisses all around her smooth lips. He had placed his hands on either side of her sex and his fingers were very close to touching her intimate parts but instead gently massaged and needed her soft skin. Knowing and feeling that she had no hair here drove his lust to a higher place. There is nothing more pleasurable to him than going down on a woman that is bare. He could feel his hardness press against the comforter of the bed. He was so hard that it hurt and ached.

She felt his warm lips travel all around her opening and up and over her clit. Her own hands wandered up to her breasts where she cupped them and lightly pinched her nipples.

He was taking is time and enjoying exploring her secrets for the first time. He learned of her smell and how it fueled his desire to pleasure her. He learned of her wetness and how it tasted on his lips, making him wanting more. He learned of her passion and witnessed what made her move japon porno and moan and what did not.

She couldn’t help but wonder why he was teasing her so badly when in fact he wasn’t. He was savoring her for himself. He was getting pleasure from giving her pleasure. His head was spinning from lust from what he was doing to her and he didn’t want it to end, not now, not yet.

Her hips were beginning to rotate in front of him so he moves his hands and cradles her ass. His fingers began to gently squeeze the soft flesh. He feels her raise her knees higher causing her to be even more open for his taking. He just wanted to eat her alive and make her melt into a puddle.

Taking his tongue he moves it to just below her opening and very slowly brings it upwards. He immediately feels the slickness of her wetness as it had started dripping down earlier. He glides the flatness of his tongue over her opening up to her clit and lightly brushes over the top of it. From there he starts to trace a circle with the tip of his tongue down the right side on the outside of her lip to below where he was and back up the other side. When he reached the top he would lightly lick her clit and then blow on it a little.

She began to moan and her hands were very busy with her breasts. She felt small pulses growing deep within her and he could also feel them with his tongue and knew that she was close to letting go.

He eased off by taking his tongue away from her sex and began planting light kisses all around her inner thighs. She let out a long breath and her body went a little limp after his oral caresses ceased to excite her.

When she had calmed down he started again but this time he surround his lips softly around her hardened clit and so very, very gently began to tease the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue. This caused her legs to quiver slightly.

With his right hand he moved two of his fingers to the opening of her pussy. The subtle penetration of his digits were greeted with much wetness and warmth and he didn’t stop pushing until his fingers were in as far as they could go.

Her breathing stopped as his fingers traveled to her depths. Her head was back and her mouth was wide open. When he began to withdraw his fingers from her he felt the walls within her clasp around him tightening to keep him inside of her.

After the first stroke of his fingers she began breathing in short breaths and again her hips began to move and raise to try and regain the penetration she so desired.

When he had moved with in her a few times he felt the slight contractions begin again as before indicating that she was approaching orgasm. So he slowed and withdrew his fingers all together and stopped moving his tongue over the top of her clit.

She looked down upon him and gave a disappointing sigh.

He slightly moved his lips from off her clit and quickly sucked air into his lungs causing the rushing air to quickly cool her swollen clit. She jumped at the sensation and let out a slight cry.

She dropped her head on the pillow in frustration and awaited for his next attempt to drive her into a sexual frenzy.

And he did. Over and over again for more than thirty minutes.

By now her hands were at her sides pulling and squeezing the comforter with her taught fingers. She was breathing heavily almost panting. She couldn’t take it anymore so she reached down and grabbed her knees and pulled them back towards her chest as far as she could and kept them apart. She looked at him and begged, “Please! I need to cum now!”

This is what he was waiting for and he knew what he wanted to do to her.

He covered her pussy with his mouth and flattened his tongue out and began licking her lips and clit all over with no kind of pattern. All he was doing was spreading her never ending juices all over with his tongue and he was savoring her taste. Teasing her this long was driving him just as crazy and he felt the wetness that his throbbing cock had made that remained pressed from his weight against the comforter. He hurt so bad he needed release just as much as she did. But he was focused on her pleasure and he will fulfill her desires.

As his tongue traveled all around her and with her being so wide open and exposed it didn’t take long for her to feel the heat being generated from deep within. It came so suddenly that she locked her entire body and held her breath as the massive wave swept through her.

He felt her contractions. They were quick together and strong. After about 15 seconds into her orgasm she screamed as the pent up air escaped her lungs and she panted through the lezbiyen porno rest until the climax had all subsided.

He wasn’t through. Not yet. He knew what she was capable of and he wanted to give it to her.

He sat up and knelt between her spread legs. She looked down upon him and saw his throbbing organ pointing towards the ceiling. She wanted nothing but to feel his hardness spear through her folds. But that is not what he had in his mind and she was surprised as he pushed two fingers into her depths as deep as he could go and curled his fingers up inside of her. The sudden invasion caused her to gasp and utter another moan.

Instead of thrusting his fingers in and out of her he wiggled his finger tips until he found the hard spot deep inside about three inches inside her pussy. He took his other hand and gently placed it over her smooth pubic region and slightly pressed down.

She again grabbed her knees and pulled them back. This only granted him deeper access but instead he wiggled his fingers firmer against the hard spot deep inside.

She suddenly knew what he was doing and it felt wonderful.

This time the heat inside of her grew from all over her lower region and it grow slowly, not fast as the first orgasm. She knew it was growing in strength and all she had to do was wait and ride out the huge tidal wave she knew was coming.

It took longer than the first one but it was so different. Her muscles in her tummy, her back, her legs, and especially the walls of her pussy tightened untl he thought she was going to squeeze his fingers out. He pushed against her and continued probing that spot. Suddenly the tightness stopped and turned into a strong pulsation that was farther apart and so strong that she lifted her shoulders from the bed and screamed. She clamped her legs together locking his hand between them. He had no choice but to continue massaging that g-spot.

This orgasm was stronger and deeper than anything she had experience and it lasted a good thirty seconds until the pulsating subsided slowly for another thirty seconds

She plopped backed down on the bed totally spent as he withdrew his soaked fingers and hand from between her legs. She was still breathing heavily as if she ran a mile.

He knew there was nothing she could give him to aid in relieving him and his pent up lust so he crawled on top of her and straddled her hips. She watched as he grasped his shaft with his wet fingers from her climax and began stroking his smooth throbbing shaft. She could see the glistening wetness coat the skin and she noted how purple and swollen the head had looked. She raised her hands as she wanted to feel his hardness. Instead he guided her hand to his tightening balls. She was amazed at how smooth he felt as she had never felt a man shaven before.

She continued watching as he gave the solo performance for her. She noticed how he continuously getting wetter and wetter and soon felt the slickness reach her roaming fingers on his balls. She rubbed the wetness in.

His stroking was getting faster and his breathing was deep and hard. With her fingertips she felt him tighten up and suddenly saw the first thick spurt erupt from the purple head of his cock. It went as high as his shoulders and came down and landed on his stroking fingers then dripping onto her hands. He gave himself three or four more strokes and let go of his pulsating cock so she could witness his orgasm.

His warm seed shot up and landed randomly all over his hands, her hands, her tummy, and her heaving breasts with each shot. She witness his shaft pump towards him as it spit each pulse of warm cum. She had never witness anything so erotic as a cock spewing its load.

After five or six spurts the amount of cum had subsided but there was more than plenty. Soon his cock had stopped pumping and was still and no longer leaking any more cum.

She moved her hands and grabbed his shaft and rubbed in all the wetness into it and his balls. Then she moved them down and spread his warmth all over her breasts.

As she went to look up at his face she heard a loud slam.

She shot up from her pillow and looked around the empty room. There was no one there with her. Just her naked on her comforter with the ceiling fan blowing on her body with the light form the bathroom casting shadows on her.

She felt that her heart was beating fast and that she was slightly panting. She also felt how wet she still was between her legs.

She got up and walked to her bathroom and heard that her daughters had returned from the movie. That was the slam that she had heard. She remembered her dream and how intense it was and how real it had felt. She decided that she must have had an orgasm in her sleep.

When she reached her bathroom she looked into the mirror at herself and was shocked at what she saw.

There were thick white droplets splattered on her tummy and breasts.

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3 – The Test Drive

“That looks good Sabrina. Very, very good.”

“Thank you, and good morning,” Sabrina replied softly. She smirked at the way Monica was staring. It was all very familiar for her – things had been much the same during her early days at lab. Those who held power over her took pleasure in dressing her up and walking her around.

The costume she’d been given this morning was especially revealing, and in some ways actually quite clever. With well practiced strides she balanced atop transparent acrylic high heels which were quite steep, adding at least five inches. In Monica the retired bikini model’s house swimwear was king, so she wore a hot pink bikini top. Though the straps were well prepared for the stretch of her breasts, the cups certainly were not, as they provided cover for only slightly more than just her nipples. She was constantly, to Monica’s amusement, adjusting to keep them centered over her expansive tits as with her every movement atop those heels the springy straps bounced them about.

The clever part of Sabrina’s outfit was the matching pink hot pants, which had a custom pocket in the front where she could stuff her ponderous genitals. Though it displayed them blatantly with a mighty bulge that dangled and swung between her upper thighs it offered plenty of needed control, keeping them mostly out of the way while she did her errands.

Errands. That was the other thing striking her so familiar about her living situation with the wealthy Monica Swanson. Much like the goddesses she’d seeked to please in that Arizonian lab, she’d found herself fulfilling tasks, like a servant to her master.

Monica was smiling as she approached, her eyes running up and down, taking in the absurd sexuality of her incredibly endowed dual-sexed blonde’s swaying, jiggling gait. She reached out to accept the tumbler Sabrina offered, and brought the thick drink to her lips.

“Hmm. Can you blend this smoothie longer? I can still feel the alfalfa sprouts. It’s gritty.” She handed the glass back to Sabrina. “Go on… back to the kitchen, now…”

Sabrina took the glass and turned, then resumed her walk. She could feel her eyes on her back. She gave a flip of her blonde hair, then smiled softly when she heard a little sigh of admiration from her master.

“So I’ve got my appointment at the spa today,” Monica said as she rolled out her yoga mat. “The thing is though, I double scheduled. My car is scheduled for service this afternoon.”

Sabrina plunked the tumbler into Monica’s magic bullet, and the blades began to whir. She gave it a good minute.

“You know how to drive, don’t you?”

“Mm? Drive?” Sabrina started on her way back.

“Yeah. To get the car to the garage today.”

“Oh, right,” Sabrina said. She handed the glass back to Monica. “Uhm… I don’t do that much…”

“But you do, right? Good.” Monica put the glass aside and got down onto her yoga mat. “Bring the car to the garage for two pm today.”

“Oh, are you sure? Maybe you should just reschedule.”

“No, I’d rather not. They have a waiting list, it could be weeks. All you have to do is drive it down there and they’ll take over.”

Sabrina was nervously wringing her hands together beneath her chest, looking extremely hesitant. “Er… oh…kay…”

***

She stood outside now in the sunlight, dressed far more decently in a ‘good girl’ outfit of black tights and a short skirt with a red knitted sweater. A black baseball cap sat on her head, tilted low to hide her face. While pulling repeatedly on the doorhandle she clicked buttons on the keyfob. Surely one of them had to unlock it. Eventually she had access, so she ducked inside the expensive vehicle.

Sabrina wasn’t licensed, and her driving experience amounted to a few laps around the block in Paul’s car, about a year before. She basically had zero idea what she was doing. It was going to be a major ordeal getting there.

“Hm…” She hovered the key fob around at the base of the steering wheel, looking for a spot to insert. Paul’s Toyota took the key there, why didn’t Monica’s Mercedes? It took a while of playing around, but eventually she found that sitting on the brake while pushing a button would start up the car.

After remembering how to put the car into reverse she stepped on the gas, and the car launched suddenly down the driveway. In doing so the trunk, which apparently unlatched while she was playing with the keyfob, flew open. “Oh shit!”

She’d forgotten to buckle her safety belt as well, and she was draped over the steering wheel. “Ughh, unreal! I just hope I make it there!”

***

Never in her life had Sabrina been so terrified. At the dealership she eventually stumbled out of the car, wide eyed and trembling, with it resting diagonally between two parking spots. There hadn’t been any incidents, but there were more close calls than she cared to count. She got out, key in hand, and stumbled inside to the show room.

“Mrs Swanson?” A tall middle aged pornhub man in a suit approached her. “Oh. Uh, you’re here for Monica Swanson’s service appointment?” He was slightly stunned by the sight of her, having expected a familiar face and instead seeing a bold new one. He quickly took her in, head to toe, stopping for the briefest indulgence on all the sweatermeat stretching her red top.

“Yes.” She held the keyfob out to him, “please… take this away from me!”

“Sure thing,” he crooned, suddenly turning suave. “I’m Keith DeMarco, the manager of this fine dealership. ” He held out his hand, “and we’re glad to be of service, miss…?”

“Sabrina,” she said, shaking his larger hand.

“Great! Great. I see Mrs Swanson has found help. Such a busy woman. You just make yourself comfortable, grab a coffee or a tea. I’ll have them get started immediately.” He put a hand over her upper arm and hugged her to his side while he began to walk, guiding her towards the lounge. “It should only be two hours tops.”

“Okay,” she said. It took him a moment to release her, but when he did she continued walking a few steps in that direction. As soon as he left she stopped there and just looked around. It was a big, spacious place, with gleaming sports cars and SUVs parked for display. It was also very busy.

“Alright hun, you just march those papers over here. Yeah, yeah… that’s a good girl.”

Sabrina turned to watch a man in mechanic’s coveralls slouching in a chair behind the service desk. He dropped an oily rag onto his lap and held out his hand for his papers, guiding Sabrina’s to look upon the subject of his drawling request. A young woman was scowling to herself as she clicked on her high heels toward him. “There, Tim.”

“Thanks.” He looked at the sheet for a quick instant, then, “oooh, sorry sugartits, I wanted the other one. Could you go over there and get me the other one?”

Her scowl tightened, and she turned and left. He chuckled to himself and leaned back in his chair, watching her go… and Sabrina found herself doing much the same.

While the mechanic’s behaviour was unwelcome Sabrina couldn’t blame him for holding such interest over her. She was probably the youngest employee of the dealership, though that wasn’t the only thing about her that stood out. She was a little tall and looked to be of mixed asian and western origin. White and black checkerprint pants clung tight to her legs, the pattern thinning and widening to accent the curve of her upper thighs and wonderfully plump bottom. She wore a long sleaved black top with a plunging neckline, showing ample cleavage and just a hint of bra. As she went those features jiggled softly, along with the sway of her long, straight black hair. She clearly dressed and made herself up to show herself off.

After a moment she must have felt another set of eyes on her, because she turned toward Sabrina, who quickly tilted her head so her baseball cap would hide her eyes. That didn’t stop her, and soon the young woman approached.

“Hello, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Uh, well,” Sabrina said, feeling slow on the response as she inspected her more closely. She hadn’t been stingy on the mascara, and her perfume smelled warm and strong. She was quite intoxicating to encounter, in the most deliberate way. Sabrina had hoped to be in and out of the dealership without incident, but it seem that wouldn’t have to be so. “Perhaps?”

The young woman smirked smartly, “okay.” She held out a sassily manicured hand, “my name is Danielle.”

Sabrina shook it, then glanced down at the golden nametag pinned over one of her breasts: DANIELLE – JUNIOR SALES ASSOCIATE.

“Hi Danielle. I’m Sabrina.”

“Nice to meet you Sabrina. So what can I do for you today? Are you interested in one of this year’s models?”

“Hm…? I might be. Not sure… which one…”

“Okay, well why don’t we take a look at what’s available.” Danielle turned and started to walk, and Sabrina’s gaze instantly dropped down to that fat, dirty booty of hers. It was just a little loose, a little wild, in the best way, especially with her slim waist above. With each click of her heels her lush cheeks rose and fell, left, right, left right… with sympathetic secondary quivers of surface softness moving in the opposite. Snapping out of her hypnosis, Sabrina summoned her self control to not visibly react in the busy showroom.

“Here is one of this year’s best sellers, our offering in the small SUV category.” Danielle opened the drivers side door, “as you can see this one is fully optioned out with Italian leather upholstery, a premium upgraded twelve speaker stereo system…”

As Danielle named off all the car’s features Sabrina crawled inside. It was a good deal more spacious than Monica’s little roadster, which seemed an improvement, and she began to wonder if maybe one aspect of her anxiety during her ride there had been claustrophobic.

She wasn’t processing much of Danielle’s porno 92 increasingly obscure car jargon, and instead just watched her pretty mouth move. She then twitched alert, realizing her mind was drifting again into dangerous territory. Seeing that reaction, the young saleslady changed gears: “So… basically, it’s really nice, isn’t it?”

Sabrina noddled, smiling dumbly as she squeezed her legs together, willing her blood not to flow downwards.

Danielle smiled to herself and walked around the front of the car, then opened the passenger side door and got in beside Sabrina. They both shut the doors, and the atmosphere around them became quieter and rather intimate.

“Yeah… this is pretty nice. I like it better.” The still air within was soon coloured by the warm smell of Danielle’s perfume.

“Better than Monica’s?”

“Mm? Yes, I really do. So, everyone here knows her by name, don’t they?”

Danielle shrugged, “practically everyone in the world knows her by name. She used to be a huge celebrity… dating rock stars… I remember her always showing up in the tabloids when I was a little girl.”

“Is she the most famous client here?”

“There’s a lot of famous people in this town, Sabrina. But she is one of our star clients, for sure. Are… are you new around here?”

Sabrina nodded, “yes. I came in about a week ago. Did my best to make friends when I did.”

“That must have been easy,” Danielle said more softly, “uh, being the way you are.”

“Mm?” Sabrina looked at her and saw her biting her lip as they held eye contact. They both broke it at once, and Danielle tightened up, going back into sales-mode.

“So, would you be interested in looking at any other models?”

“No. I like it in here.”

“Oh, okay,” Danielle said. Their eyes met again, and this time they didn’t break gaze. Danielle’s facial expression softened as she let herself simply admire the amazing specimen that had walked into her showroom. There was a connection, they both felt it. “Maybe… we can go out on the lot, and look at one of the ones we have in stock…?”

“Are there people out there?”

“No, not usually.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

***

All the way there, with interested eyes following the two attractive young women as they went, Sabrina was again trying to control herself. There was simply no denying that she was very much into Danielle, that she felt some sort of animal, chemical magnetism about her. She was thirsting for her, dreaming of grabbing her and grinding her monster into her lush behind.

They opened up and hopped inside an SUV identical to the one they’d looked at in the showroom. It was a good deal hotter in there, so as soon as Sabrina was behind the steering wheel she took off her baseball cap, then peeled out of her red sweater, revealing the tiny black tank top she’d worn underneath. Danielle simply watched, fascinated and awed by the radiant young blonde as so much more skin was revealed. With the way the sun was shining off her skin and fair hair, she looked as angelic as she did sexy.

“This is much better,” Sabrina said. “I like it here.” She smiled awkwardly, still playing their car sales game. She set a hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shifter.

Over that hand on the shifter Danielle softly placed her own. They turned to each other as their fingers began to weave together. For just a moment, staring into each others eyes, they hesitated, before slowly leaning in for a cautious little kiss.

With the barrier between them broken Danielle chuckled against her lips, then again they let their lips join, this time much deeper, much less restained than before as tongue was introduced and hands began to wander.

“Damn Sabrina. You’re… so hot.”

Sabrina smiled softly, “you don’t even know the half of it.”

Michelle seemed to squint at that. As her gaze wandered she began to catch on to what Sabrina meant: “what… what is that…?” There was a large lump in Sabrina’s lap, hidden under her skirt and pantyhose, that she was sure wasn’t there before.

“U-uhm… mm…” Sabrina squeezed her legs together awkwardly, no longer able to control her body’s impulses after such a tender embrace. If she were calm that sort of movement would have hid it, but instead it just pushed itself up into a higher mass, now with room to grow.

Danielle was soon staring wide eyed as an elongated tube emerged under Sabrina’s tights. She leaned in to examine the shape of it, and realized what she was looking at once the material was taut enough to thinly present the form of her member.

“You know what it is.”

She scoffed, “what? No. Are you kidding? No way. That’s not real!” But by the way it was slowly straightening and creeping along Sabrina’s thigh, she soon was convinced otherwise. “Oh shit.” she said, her voice going quiet.

Unsure how to proceed, Sabrina was perfectly still, save for the throbbing of her growing admiration for her saleslady. Would she qiqitv porno be able to stop herself, or were they about to make a scene? Was Danielle even okay with it?

“Can…” Danielle quickly turned to glance out her window for onlookers, then whispered, “can I see it?”

Sabrina shook her head. “No… I won’t be able to control it. It’ll never go down. We’ll get in trouble.”

Danielle just blinked at her, then looked back down to Sabrina’s semi-aroused monster. She slowly reached for it.

“No!” Sabrina pulled her legs to her chest and hugged them against herself giggling: “I’m serious!”

“I need to see it.”

“I’m serious,” Sabrina repeated. “I can’t let this happen in public.”

Danielle nodded slowly. She sat back and, now with a different perspective, inspected Monica Swanson’s young helper. How on Earth could such a creature even exist? Looking at it again as Sabrina lowered her legs, the head of her cock was pressed against the inside of her knee, and it still didn’t look stiff. She swallowed her spit, feeling in a daze. “Can… can I at least see it some other time?”

Sabrina smirked.

“Can I have your number?”

“Danielle, you can have my anything.”

***

Inspiration must have struck Monica while she was at the spa, because as soon as they were both home a kinky plan was set into motion.

Sabrina was blindfolded and gagged. She was in that morning’s same costume of bikini top, stilleto heels and hot pants, only this time the top was pulled down and the zipper on her pants was open, accomodating the bloom of her enormous flower. Her forearms were tied together behind her back, and she was tied at the waist and legs to the rails of the stairway.

Monica was leaning against her right hip, standing slightly aside due to the impassible boundary of Sabrina’s nineteen inch hardon. She was slowly stroking it, and had been for almost an hour. Sabrina had been on the edge of orgasm for almost as long. Her dick was so hard she was starting to feel faint, and her endless precum was pooling on the tiled floor.

“We’ve been going a while now… and I wonder, does that make you cum bigger?”

“Mmf,” Sabrina replied in darkness.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand that. But that’s okay, I can find out for myself.” Monica ramped up those strokes, and Sabrina crumpled forward and groaned as an hour’s worth of pent up orgasm threatened to blow. A misstep had her slipping in her own pre, and she hung by her ties off of the rail behind her.

Monica stopped, leaving her gasping and violently throbbing. Her hands, also slick with pre, she set upon Sabrina’s bountiful overlarge breasts, then digging her fingers in roughly and lifting upward. Whimpering, her sub regained her footing.

Monica started to twist her nipples, and she chuckled at Sabrina’s hot cry of agony. Then she tossed her breasts around a bit, laughing harder. She turned back to look at her cock, which was looking more desperate than ever to release as it throbbed and bucked.

She roughly let go of Sabrina’s breasts and dropped to her knees. She started to kiss and lick the base of her cock, right where it joined her sac. Her balls felt massively engorged with so much pent up energy. Tenderly stroking her bare leg with one hand, she reached way out with the other to grasp and resume strokes to her monster length.

“Mmmmh…”

In the darkness of her bondage, with no visual information to process, Sabrina’s every sensation was a surprise. At that moment her attention was on the feeling of Monica’s hand travelling to and away from her crotch, along the incredible length of her raging erection. That was the one that threatened to make her blow.

Monica’s lips started to take a slow trip inch by inch along searing, throbbing dick. On her knees she shuffled sideways, making it all the way to the other end.

It took a moment but eventually she was kneeling in front of Sabrina, with the head firmly anchored between her lips. A second hand joined the first – was she about to administer her finishing strokes, Sabrina wondered? Would she finally be allowed to cum?

Monica ramped it up, long and fast. She wasn’t stopping, and Sabrina found herself flinching and clenching as ecstasy opened to her. Mighty throbs began at the base of her shaft, and soon she erupted.

Her cries were muffled by her gag. Her cock was bucking hard, and she could hear the thick splatter-patter of her cum hitting the tiles. Monica was gasping and gulping, and Sabrina could tell she was swallowing all she could while intentionally letting the excess cover her.

The long buildup had granted her a climax to match, and Sabrina was physically spent and on cloud nine. She felt the soft thump of her master getting to her feet, and heard the sound of cum slicking thick off of her body from the movement. Her blindfold was roughly pulled off, and she was temporarily blinded by the late afternoon light.

Through squinting eyes visual information slowly returned as Monica removed the gag from her mouth and untied her limbs. Her perfect, mature body was covered head to toe with cum.

“Nicely done, sweetie. I hope you enjoyed this. It was super hot.”

Still gasping for breath, Sabrina nodded.

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We had met at work and had hit it off pretty much right away, we had similar tastes and could talk about anything. It started with finding out that there were several iconic TV shows and movies that she had never seen. I made the suggestion that she should come over and I’d introduce her to a couple and see if they were something she would be interested in. She graciously accepted my offer, and that’s how we found ourselves snuggled up on my bed watching TV. Oh, I forgot to mention, she’s married. Not that I minded, and while I had grown affectionate towards her, I was trying to be good. That didn’t work out too well, but again, I don’t mind one bit.

Laying there with her and admiring her beauty I couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss. As my lips gently caressed hers I could feel her mouth opening and her tongue reaching out to return the kiss. We fell into each other passionately, our tongues intertwining and exploring. It was one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced, and this only fueled my desire for her. I began running my hands along her tummy down to the hem of her shirt. I slowly snaked my and up and cupped one of her breasts in my hand, gently kneading it through her bra as we kissed. We moved closer and she rolled on her side to face me and my hand slipped to her back and deftly removed her bra with one hand.

“Very impressive” she said between kisses.

“I’ve had some practice.” I winked back.

“Well lets see what else you’re good at then.” She said as she leaned in to kiss me.

I moved my hand back to her breasts, now somewhat freed of their confines, and began kneading them again, though this time I had full access and was able to start pinching her nipples. She moaned deeply as I first pinched and twisted gently on a nipple and she kissed me even more passionately. I began working her shirt up and she helped to remove it and her bra. I sat back and admired her, god she was gorgeous.

We went back to kissing as I continued to play with her magnificent breasts, eventually I moved my hand down her tummy again, this time aiming further south. Initially I just played my hand around the top of her pants, sliding my hand just under them before pulling back, I was going for the tease and the buildup and it was having the desired effect. I eventually slid my hand further down, though I kept altyazı porno it outside her pants, as I did her legs spread to welcome me and encourage my touch. I pressed in between her legs and massaged gently, she broke our kiss and threw her head back in pleasure. I took the opportunity to kiss her neck and nibble her ear, driving her mad. I moved my hand up and slid it down her pants and panties, I could feel the heat of her core just begging me to go lower. As I slid my middle finger between her lips and began massaging her and sliding a finger inside her. I began putting pressure on the top of her mound as I moved my finger between her lips and, occasionally, bring it up to her clit to give it a little rub. The effect of this playful teasing was as I expected, she was getting more and more worked up, to the point of placing a hand on mine and pressing it into her in an attempt to get more. I slowly started to move her pants down bit by bit as I continued my teasing, eventually getting them down just past her hips, making it much easier to slide a finger inside her.

“Oh god… My pants need to stay on, okay?” she whispered as I slid a finger in and out of her.

“Yeah, that’s probably and good idea.” I said as I changed position and started to slide her pants down.

She didn’t resist me removing them, even lifting her hips to help me get them off. After I got them off I removed my shirt and sat back to admire the goddess in my bed before I leaned in and began kissing her again. she began running her hands across my chest and back, gently scraping her nails as we kissed. I broke the kiss and began gently kissing down her body, pausing at her breasts to suck her nipples into my mouth and gently biting them. As I did this she let out a satisfied moan of pleasure and started running her fingers through my hair. I took my time on each nipple, making sure each got the same level of attention and focus, this only increasing her desire and moans. I reluctantly pulled away from her breasts and began kissing my way down her body, to my prize.

As I made my way lower her body started to respond more to my descent, her hips rocking up to meet me as I began kissing the top of her mound. I kissed along the side of her swollen lips and began kissing the inside of her legs to build the anticipation and desire. amatör porno I slowly made my way to her center, kissing her lips and flicking my tongue out to taste her sweet nectar, and oh my did she taste divine. As I used my tongue more and more she began to moan and thrash in pleasure, running her fingers through my hair as I licked away. I took my time, being sure to build the pleasure up, holding off on attacking her clit, just giving it a few flicks of my tongue. Eventually her need grew too strong and she began pressing my head into her and wrapping her legs around my head to get me to focus on her button. As she did so she exposed herself to allow me to slide a finger insider her, as I did she arched her back and let out a primal moan of pure lust an desire. I gently found the spot I was looking for inside her, and knew instantly when I did, as she clamped her legs down and began to gyrate her hips into my face. I sucked her clit into my mouth and began sucking on it while flicking it with my tongue, all the while massaging her spot. She came harder than any woman I’ve been with, it was amazing to watch as she buried her face into a pillow and let out a scream of pure lust and pleasure.

Her release was powerful indeed, and she locked my head in place with her legs so that I couldn’t pull away, not that I would have anyway. I paused my assault on her as she came down from the high the engulfed her and gave her a moment of respite, but only a moment. I started again on her, lapping up the juices she had poured out, I was being careful to avoid her clit for the time being, just trying to keep her pleasure up, and keep it up I did. Soon after resuming my activities she began to build again, getting closer and closer to her peak, that’s when I returned to her clit and paid it special attention. Again I slid a finger inside her and massaged her spot, and again brought her to a wonderful climax, though not as powerful as the previous one, it still left her breathless. I stayed down on her for a little while, continuing my assault on her until I had gotten her off a couple more times, each time powerful and beautiful.

After her fourth release I began moving back up her body, reversing my actions from before, kissing lightly along her skin and making my way to her breasts. I paused briefly at each animasyon porno breast and made sure to give them some attention as I moved my hips up against hers. I could feel the heat and moisture of her pussy reaching out to my cock, begging for its attention. I moved up from her breasts and kissed her deeply, she returned the kiss passionately and started rocking her ups into mine, begging for me to enter her. I reached down and played the tip of my cock between her lips and across her clit, she moaned and pushed her hips into me, causing the head to enter her hole. I knew that’s what she wanted, as did I, and pressed into her warmth. Her pussy opened and accepted me into her as I slid all the way to the hilt. She moaned and arched her back as I entered her, and began caressing the back of my head and running her nails along my back. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

I began sliding in and out of her with long deep strokes that filled her entirely every time I pushed in. Very soon she was nearing another orgasm as I continued in and out. I picked up my pace, I was so turned on that I needed release too. Eventually I was pounding away at her pussy, slamming my cock into her hard and fast, my balls slapping her ass with each thrust. She began to moan and clamped on to my arm with her hand, digging her nails into me and she neared her release. I continued, getting closer and closer myself, as she stated to cum she rolled her head and bit down on my other arm as she unleashed a cry of ecstasy . This along with the feeling of her pussy clamping down on my cock pushed me over the edge. I thrust into her as deep as I could and unleashed my cum into her pussy, I have never cum so hard in my life. I came so much that my cum started to spill out of her and soak the sheets.

We both just held each other for a few moments, coming down from the high of pleasure we were on. I kissed her gently and passionately as I slid my softening cock out of her cum filled pussy.

“That was amazing, thank you.” I managed to say as I moved off her and lay down next to her.

“Oh god no, thank you. I need that, and it was unbelievable.” she responded sweetly.

We lay together talking and recovering for a little while before she had to go.

“Thanks for stopping by, we should get together and watch another show sometime.” I said as I walked her to her car.

“Oh yes, that one was excellent, going to have to watch another soon.” She replied with a wink.

She drove off and back home, will I see her again? Well she just messaged me:

“Show tomorrow, your place 😉 see you then!”

-End

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“Don’t you think it’s a little late for modesty, Kyle?” Mom asked as she glanced down at my feeble attempt to cover my obvious erection.

She took a few steps over to Kelly’s desk and pulled the chair out. Then, turning it around to face me, she sat down and pointed to the bed. “Sit down.” Mom said.

“Can I put some clothes on first?” I asked in return.

Mom shook her head and pointed to the bed again. “No.” She said. “Sit down and just keep quiet for now.”

As I reluctantly sat on the edge of the bed, I looked down at the towel and the silk ceremonial panties stained with my little sister’s virginal blood. Just a few feet away were the two pair of panties my sister wore for me before we made love. I could see the wet spots on both of them. The vivid memory of how Kelly spread her legs, displayed herself and touched her pussy wearing those panties came back to me when I saw them, and just the thought of it all caused my cock to throb.

When I finally got the courage to peer up at my mother, she was looking at our sex wish list again. I could see her eyes as she read, shifting from left to right, reading each line. Every now and then, she’d look up at me and then return to the list. When she was done reading, she looked up at me. I couldn’t bear to look her in the eye, so I looked away and then lowered my stare to the carpet.

“Take your hands away.” I heard her say after a few seconds.

When I pulled my head up to look at her, Mom was holding Kelly’s digital camera in her hands and browsing through the pictures. She stopped for a second and looked up at me.

“I said,” she paused, looking me straight in the eyes, “move your hands.”

Mom was serious. She had that ‘Don’t push me’ look on her face – a look both Kelly and I knew very well. And when we saw it, we knew she meant business. So, I did what she asked, I moved my hands to my side, uncovering my hard and throbbing penis.

I saw her eyes drop to my crotch, staring at my cock for a full minute before she went back to looking at the pictures on Kelly’s camera. I wasn’t sure how many pictures we’d taken, but, I would say at least fifty or sixty. She must have gone through them two or three times, looking up at me periodically as she did. The whole time, she never once showed any emotion. I waited for her to yell at me, or make a face, but she didn’t.

The fact that she wasn’t showing any reaction to the nasty wish list or the pictures was beginning to worry me. I started to watch for signs that she was going to explode – perhaps throw the camera at me and maybe even the chair she was sitting on, but she didn’t.

And, thankfully, while she was looking at the pictures my cock started to soften. I don’t know if it was my embarrassment or my nerves, but I figured being naked in front of your mother without an erection was better than being in front of her with an erection.

Having seen all the pictures, my mother lowered the camera to her lap. Then, she pointed to the two pairs of panties lying on the bed. “I assume those are supposed to be for you?” Mom asked.

Ashamed to admit the truth, I nodded my head up and down instead of answering ‘Yes’.

“I see. Like trophies or something?” Mom asked calmly.

Again, I nodded my head and lowered my eyes back to the carpet, preparing myself for the worst.

“Kyle,” Mom began, “I want you to start at the beginning and explain all of this to me. And you better not leave anything out or make anything up. I’m going to speak to your sister after we’re done, and if your two stories don’t match perfectly, I’m just going to turn all this over to your father and let him deal with it.”

“Fuck!” I thought to myself. “My father? Damn, if Mom was home from shopping, then Dad was home to!” I immediately started to panic, turning to the doorway and leaning as far as I could to see if I could see or hear him.

“Does he know?” I asked in horror.

“He’s not here.” Mom explained. “His work called while we were shopping. They have some kind of chemical leak at the plant. He won’t be home for hours.”

“So, what’s it going to be?” She asked, as she sat back in the chair holding our sex wish list and Kelly’s camera filled with our incriminating pictures. “Do you want to explain it to me, or take your chances with your father?”

There was no question about it. We all knew Dad was over protective about Kelly, his only daughter, and I can just image how he’d react after seeing the pictures, the towel, the wish list and the mountain of evidence against us. Without a doubt, I’d be disowned and probably thrown out of the family. So, as uncomfortable as it was, I was going to have to talk to Mom.

“I’d prefer you, Mom.” I answered, as respectfully and clearly as I could.

“Okay, then,” she replied, “I want the whole story. I don’t care it if takes you three hours. No lying and no omissions. And, mark my words, Son….. if your story doesn’t exactly match Kelly’s, you’ll be facing your father when he gets home. Understand?”

I took a deep breath and nodded my head. “Alright,” bursa otele gelen escort I replied, “I understand.”

I took a couple of deep breaths. “Well,” I began, “we made the wish list about a couple of hours ago.”

“Hold it.” Mother said, abruptly. “When I said to start at the beginning, that’s what I meant. I’ll give you one more chance, Kyle. Go back a couple of years when you started taking her panties.”

I sat there in shock, looking at her and wondering how she knew about the panties. Mom just sat there, crossing her arms over her chest waiting for me to say something. “Kyle,” she finally said, “my patience is growing thin. You either start explaining, from the beginning, or you can save it for your father. Now, which is it?”

Suddenly, I had a horrible fear that maybe Mom knew more than I thought. This revelation seriously complicated things and might force me to divulge all my peeping and panty thievery for the last couple of years, effectively making me confess all my perverted acts.

Damn, what was I going to do? She’d seen the nasty wish list and the pictures on the camera. She obviously figured out I’d taken my little sister’s virginity – hell, the evidence was lying on the bed next to me! I didn’t know exactly how much she knew from the past, but, I wasn’t willing to bet against her. Having no other option, I reluctantly resolved myself to tell her everything.

“Mom…..” I started again. “Okay, I’ll tell you absolutely everything from the very beginning. Will you promise you won’t hate me after you hear it?”

“You’re my son, Kyle.” Mom answered. “I could never hate you.”

And so, taking her at her word, I began. I started back years ago and explained how I used to peek at Kelly every chance I got. I told her all about peeking through the bathroom door and peeking into her bedroom. I told her I’d been taking Kelly’s panties for years. At first, I left it at that, but when her eyebrows raised and she leaned toward me, I assumed she was warning me about telling her everything. So, ashamed with myself, I confessed to her that I’d been using her panties while I masturbated.

When she showed no reaction, I told her the rest of the shameful things I’d done, like licking and sucking my little sister’s panties, even wrapped them around my cock and jerking myself off with them. Although I couldn’t look her in the eyes, I spilled my guts and told her the complete, sum total of my deprived acts. I didn’t leave anything out, not one thing. I even told her I’d jerked off standing in the hallway outside Kelly’s bedroom door as I peeking in on her, and believe it or not, there was still no reaction from her. She just sat there and listened while I told her every thing I’d done.

One would think my multi year, humiliating confession would leave me unable to do anything but tremble with fear in front of my mother. But, unfortunately, as I told my Mom about sniffing and licking my little sister’s panties and peeking at her teenage body, my cock betrayed me and grew back to full length, poking it’s angry head up out of my lap. She looked down at it from time to time as she listened to me, but still – she didn’t show any reaction.

I stopped part way through my confession to take a few breaths and compose myself. As I rested, mother leaned over and pulled a tissue from the box on Kelly’s desk and held it out to me. At first, I didn’t understand what she was doing, but, when she nodded down to my cock, and I looked at myself, I was mortified to see a large drop of precum had bubbled up to the tip of my cock.

I felt my heart sink in my chest as I reached out to take the tissue from her and wiped my cock head. Then, she reached her empty hand back out to me, palm up, beckoning me to give her the cum stained tissue back. Embarrassed as hell, I leaned forward and set the tissue in her palm and she closed her hand around it and rested it in her lap. “Go on.” Mom said. “Continue with what you were saying.”

I’d reached the point in my explanation where I was about to tell her about having breakfast with my sister this morning, and as I picked up the story from there, I told her how Kelly confronted me about stealing her panties and peeping at her. Knowing she was going to talk to Kelly, too, I swallowed my pride and gave her a minute by minute description of our activities and everything we did. She continued to sit there silently as I told her how I touched my little sister in intimate ways, sniffed and licked her panties and even had her sit on my face.

The only reaction she showed was when I told her how I’d ejaculated on Kelly’s face while she sat on top of me in the sixty-nine position and grinded her panty covered pussy on my nose. Mother seemed to tense up, and she leaned forward when I told her how Kelly jacked my cock, bringing me closer and closer until I exploded all over her face. My mom was noticeably flushed as I finished that part of the story, and I couldn’t tell if it was because she was angry, sickened, disgusted, or what.

Then, I began escort bayan to tell her the rest – about making the nasty wish list. Mom finally spoke, interrupting me and asking me to explain each of my wishes. So, as she read each one aloud, I explained why I put it down. She never made any other remarks until we got down to number 8, my wish to see her, my own mother, naked and lewdly displayed. “I’m curious why you’d want that.” Mother asked.

I told my mother how I’d seen her in her bedroom that night standing in front of her mirror touching her body. She blushed beet red as I explained how I watched her for a long time while she pleasured herself. There was a very uncomfortable silence between us when I finished speaking, and even though I knew what I’d done was a huge sin and an unforgivable invasion of my mother’s privacy, my cock was throbbing again as I told her about it. Throughout my explanation, Mom kept glancing down at my cock, and each time she looked at it, I felt myself get a little harder.

After a minute or two of silence, mother looked at me and softly asked, “Did you masturbate while you watched me?”

Ashamed of my actions, I nodded my head, answering “Yes.”

“So,” she asked, “does this mean you’d like to see me naked so you could examine my female parts up close?”

“I guess.” I replied softly.

“And when you put this wish down,” mother asked, “was it your intention that you’d masturbate while you looked at me so lewdly displayed?”

I couldn’t look at her. I swallowed hard and looked up into my mother’s eyes hoping she wouldn’t make me answer. We looked at each other for a few seconds before she simply said, “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’.”

When we finished talking about the list, I told her all about how we started taking pictures and why we took them. Then I gave her the complete story of how we made love, and explained about the silk ceremonial panties, stained with Kelly’s blood, she saw on the bed. When I was finally done talking, I swore to my Mom I honestly tried to tell her everything and didn’t intentionally leave anything out.

“I believe you.” She said softly, as she fidgeted in her chair. Then holding the list up and scanning it quickly, she asked, “And these are the things the two of you intended to do for each other? Your nasty wish list?”

“Uh huh.” I replied.

“Is there anything else you want to add before I talk to your sister?” Mom asked.

I thought about it for a moment, and at first I was going to beg her not to tell Dad about what I’d done or what Kelly and I had done. But, in the end, I didn’t want to give her any ideas. However, there was one thing I figured I could say that might help.

“Just this,” I said, as I looked straight at her, “all this….. everything that happened, it’s all my fault, Mom. There’s no reason to get mad at Kelly – I’m responsible for everything. If you need to punish someone, punish me.”

“I want to speak to your sister now about all this.” She said.

I stood up to leave, but as I did, she reached out and took hold of my wrist and pulled me gently in front of her. Then, reaching over to the tissue box on Kelly’s desk, she pulled another tissue from it. I watched in slow motion as she reached out with her left hand and held my erect cock while she dabbed the tissue to my cock. She gently squeezed my pole, sending another bubble of cum to the top of my cock and then she dabbed that one, too.

As she finished wiping me off, she looked up and said, “I want you to step back and stand right next to your sister’s bed. I’m going to call your sister in, and don’t you dare say one word or make one facial expression. Then, when I tell you, I want you to go to your room and stay there – just like you are, and keep your hands away from your penis, Kyle.”

Then, without saying anything more, she motioned me back and I stood next to the bed, just like she told me. As she stood up, she turned to me and put her hands on her hips.

“Tell me,” my mother said, “and I’d appreciate the honest truth from you on this….. do you love her? I mean, do you think you’re in love with her?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah, I think so,” I said, “I made love to her, Mom. I wasn’t just screwing some girl. We want to be together.”

“Okay,” she said, “just stay where you are and keep those lips zipped.”

My mother walked across the hall and opened the door to her own bedroom. “Kelly,” she said softly, “come in here with me, please.”

After a few seconds, I saw my sister appear. She’d obviously been crying – her eyes were red and swollen. She was still naked, except for the panties she’d put on. I could see the bulge of her feminine pad inside her panties as she walked into the room, and she was shaking – obviously scared, not knowing what to expect at the hands of my mother. Kelly’s eyes went to my cock, and when she saw it was hard, I think it surprised her.

Mom looked at me as she led my little sister by the hand into the room. Then, sitting down and pulling my sister in front of her, she mudanya escort looked up at me. “Come here, Kyle.”

I stepped over next to my mother and looked at Kelly. Shyly, Kelly reached her hand out to mine, and despite my mother sitting right in front of us, Kelly grasped my hand in a show of unity. Kelly smiled at me and I smiled back and squeezed her hand in return. No matter what happened, now or in the future, I knew for sure Kelly loved me and I knew I loved her, too.

“Take some responsibility for your actions, Kyle.” Our mother said. “Check her to see if she’s still bleeding.”

Mother’s words took me by surprise and I wasn’t sure what she was asking me to do.

“I’m okay……” Kelly started to say, but my mother held up her hand, stopping my sister in mid-sentence.

“Kyle,” Mother said, as she looked at me, “a girl’s first time can be traumatic down there. We need to know if she’s still bleeding. Take responsibility and check her.”

I wasn’t sure what else to do besides look, so, shrugging my shoulders, I knelt down in front of my sister and looked at her crotch. When I looked back at my mother, she said, “Kyle, you can’t see anything like that unless you have x-ray vision. You’re going to have to pull her panties down and check the pad for blood.”

I couldn’t believe my mother just told me to pull my sister’s panties down and check to see if her pussy was still bleeding after I took her virginity. But, as I looked back at Mom to make sure, she nodded her head as if to encouraging me.

With that, I put my hands on the waistband of my little sister’s panties and with my mother watching, I started to pull Kelly’s panties down as she spread her feet apart. I almost cringed when the top of her panties slid below my sister’s pussy, giving my mother a perfect view of her hairless vagina. If mom didn’t know Kelly had a shaved pussy, she sure as hell knew now. As I lowered the panties further, the feminine pad pulled free from her crotch, and as I settled her panties half way down thighs, all three of us looked down inside my little sister’s panties for any signs of blood on her pad.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the pad was perfectly white – there wasn’t even a trace of blood there. I guess this meant Kelly was fine and she hadn’t ripped open, or anything like that.

“It look’s like there’s no blood or discharge.” Mother observed, looking over at me. “Go ahead and take her pad out and you can go to your room while your sister and I talk.”

Now, this was a first for me. I’d never seen any of my girlfriends, or any other woman, do anything with a tampon or a feminine pad, so when Mom told me to take her pad out, I wasn’t sure what to do. I tentatively reached inside my sister’s panties, but pulled my hand back.

“It’s not going to bite you, Kyle.” Mom said, as she chuckled. “It’s just attached with an adhesive tape. All you have to do is reach in there and pull it out.”

Feeling stupid, I reached in and peeled the pad from the crotch of Kelly’s panties and then watched as Mom reached down and pulled my sister’s panties back up. “Okay,” she said to me, “the show’s over. Get to your room and stay there.”

I looked at Kelly as I stood up holding her pad in my hand. She gave me a brave smile and I gave her one back, and then I left the room. As soon as I turned the corner and walked down the hallway to my own room, I heard Kelly’s door close. I was tempted to go back and see if I could listen to their conversation through the door, but, I didn’t want to tempt fate. So far, mother was handling our incestuous love affair pretty well. I didn’t want to fuck things up for either of us, especially Kelly, so I went into my room, closed my door and waited.

Kelly was in with our mother for over an hour – an hour and forty one minutes, to be exact. Finally, there was a knock at my door, and then a second later, my mother peeked her head into my room and asked me to join them in Kelly’s room.

My hard-on had gone down, thankfully, and as I followed Mom down the hall and into Kelly’s room, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Kelly was sitting on the bed, her eyes were still red and she was sniffling – with a wad of tissues by her side. When my sister saw me, she stood up, and hesitantly, reached out for my hand. Somehow, her panties were now gone and my little sister was as naked as I was. Crossing over to her and taking her hand, we both looked at our mother who motioned to the bed and said, “Both of you sit down so we can talk.”

I was curious why my sister was naked, but, I could wait for that answer. I figured we were both going to get the ‘bitching out’ of our lives, so as I sat down next to my naked little sister, I held her hand and prepared for the worst.

“First of all,” Mother began, “I appreciate both of you telling me the truth about everything. Your stories match up, and since I know you didn’t have time to cook something up between you, I guess it’s the truth.”

Mother went on to say she wasn’t mad at us. Looking at me, she told me she’d known for a long time I’d been taking my sister’s panties, adding she was almost sure Kelly was letting me do it. She also told me she saw me in the hall masturbating while I peeked at Kelly through her almost closed door. She was remarkably calm while she talked to us, and after a few minutes, I began to settle down some.

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Sabrina sat at her desk marking papers when Joel, opened the door and leant up against it waiting patiently for her to look up. When she finally gazed over she saw him holding a long stem, red rose up to his nose. She could tell by the way he stared at her from behind the rose, with those piercing blue eyes of his, exactly what he had come for.

Joel had finished work early to surprise her for a little afternoon delight, and she pushed back her chair to get up to meet him at the door. He smiled at her approach, and lightly touched her nose with the tip of the fragrant, velvety petals when she was within reach.

‘Why didn’t you call first? I’m very busy.’ Sabrina sighed, as she took him by the hand, and led him inside the door. It closed behind them with a soft click as they walked back over to her cluttered desk. She wrapped her arms around his neck standing on her tiptoes to kiss his lips softly; the way she usually greeted him.

He groaned, encircling her in his embrace with his strong masculine arms. Pressing his body against hers, he kissed her with fervent passion, causing every hair on the back on her neck to stand on end. She pulled away to catch her breath, and gazed up into his eyes before dropping her arms from around his neck. His kisses left her feeling energized, and she hungered for much more.

‘I wanted to surprise my girl,’ he grinned, and gripped the fragrant long stem rose between his teeth. She smiled as he slid her cream, angora-wool cardigan off her slender shoulders. The item of clothing fell to the floor, exposing her flawless white-skin, and heaving bosom concealed beneath a pale blue, A-line dress.

While he used the rose petals to lightly caress her naked shoulders, she reached up to release her hair from its ponytail, letting it fall in soft waves about her shoulders, and he sat back on the edge of her desk. He placed the long stem rose beside him before she stepped closer. Eyeing him like a predator, which could pounce at any moment, she ran her hands under his suit coat, over his chest, and up to his shoulders. She slipped it off his broad shoulders, making it fall behind him in a crumpled heap on the desk.

He drew her between his open legs as she entwined her fingers through his thin, black-necktie where she pulled it apart, before she slowly dragged it from around his neck. His bold hands roved appreciatively over her shoulders, and down her arms as next she unbuttoned his white-collared business shirt. Pulling it out of his trousers, he took a deep breath as she hungrily gazed down at his belt, making him smile.

She leant down to kiss his mouth, and unbuckled his belt, while he wrapped his hands around her back to find the zip of her dress. She ran her fingers slowly along the zipper of his trousers, while he also performed the same task for her by unzipping her dress.

Her dress fell to the floor exposing her soft, luscious breasts. He reached for the long-stem rose one more time before tracing the delicate petals over her erect nipples, while she tugged at his trousers; pulling them down around his ankles.

She knows what he wants. She can see his hard cock poking up beneath his underwear. Sabrina hungrily reached for the waistband of his pants. Joel dropped the rose to slowly tug at her black lace panties. She can’t wait to free his love rod from is pants.

Sabrina kicked off her shoes to get comfortable, but Joel whispered hotly in her ear to put them back on. She wriggled her polished toes back inside the pale blue, satin, high-heel shoes while standing completely naked in front of him. He noticed the hot blush colour her cheeks before he urgently pulled her into his embrace, locking lips with her.

Kissing her passionately, and running his fingers through her hair, he stood up from the edge of her desk to step out of his pants that were dangling around his ankles. She caressed his chest with her soft hands to slide his shirt from his broad shoulders, and his moaning kisses sent a shudder through her soul.

She stood so close to his body that she could feel his engorged, throbbing cock, rubbing against the soft inner part of her thigh.

‘Joel, I want you inside me,’ she whispered passionately in his ear, as his kisses move down the side of her neck.

After his shirt fell to the floor, he casually twisted around to clear her desk with one sweeping motion of his hand, sending all the paperwork flying across the room. Joel took her hands in his, stretching her arms high above her head, and he turned her around to face the desk.

Joel stood behind her with a deft touch, so light, that she thought she had imagined it. He slowly ran his fingertips from her wrists down her forearms, and under the pit of her arm. Sabrina shivered with delight as he continued seducing her supple body in his skilled hands by tracing the edge of both her breasts. She gasped out of sheer delight as his hands proceeded to glide further down her body to her voluptuous hips before pausing to squeeze her soft bum. He spread apart bursa yabancı escort her tight cheeks to lightly kiss the top of her crack, and she shivered; tilting her hips further up in the air. Her perfectly shaved pussy glistened with her sweet juices, dripping from the folds of her smooth lips.

Joel grinned as he teased her pussy by running his fingers through her juices to feel how wet she was. His fingertips retained her musky smelling scent while he ran them down her quivering thighs, and back up to her hips. His mouth briefly lingered below her soft, plump, fleshy bum to playfully nip at her arse cheeks with his teeth. Sabrina jumped at the unexpected sensation of his teeth grazing beneath her left bum cheek, before his hot tongue licked, and flicked its way down behind her ticklish, creamy white thighs.

‘Oh God! Joel,’ she exclaimed feeling the goose bumps pop up across her skin, and her stomach tightened as she groaned, ‘…Mmm yesss!’

Joel nudged her legs apart with his knees, forcing her to spread her legs wider. He stood up pressing his fleshy organ against her thigh so that she could feel, not only how hard his throbbing cock was, but also how sticky and wet his head had become.

Sabrina panted breathlessly with delight knowing he would enter her at any moment. Every touch of his made the sultry desire from the woman within her come alive. His hands slid across her hips to the front of her belly, and dipped down to sensually explore her mound.

Joel’s fingers brushed her delicate feminine sheath, and he began softly stroking her.

Sabrina pushed her body down on his fingers, rocking her hips while he gently parted her outer lips with his fingers. She was hoping for any kind of penetration to ease her dizzying, gut-wrenching, pussy-pounding frustration but instead, he briefly stroked – but did not linger at her engorged clitoris. His hands roved around to her back, and she could feel him gently pushing her body forward as he bent her over the desk.

‘You’re nice and wet for me now, aren’t you baby?’ Sabrina heard his hoarse, sexy, gruff voice hot against her back, as their sweating bodies erotically rubbed skin to skin. Sabrina was so turned on by his soft, sensual touch, teasing her for all this time, and exciting her to the point of insanity that she now begged him to enter and slam her dripping cunt hard. Standing on her toes with her soft bum arched high off the desk, the perfect invitation for his velvety rod to dive inside, she moaned as her knees trembled. He kept delaying the inevitable, taking pleasure listening to each and every frustrated moaning groan from her luscious, parted lips. Joel took his time to fondle and grope her full, fleshy breasts as he kissed up her spine to her neck.

Sabrina felt as though she would explode from all the built up sexual tension he caused to build within her. She reached out to grab a hold of the edge of the desk as his large masculine hands firmly griped her hips. With his own breathing becoming laboured, he grasped his purple-headed, throbbing-shaft in one hand to probe and poke her pussy a little more. Joel gently teased her by coating her snatch with the copious amounts of pre-cum leaking from his organ. The denial exciting him to the point where he knew his final release would be an explosion of mind blowing, mammoth proportion.

Sabrina pushed her quivering arse against his body by rolling her hips in the hope he would slide into her tight pussy right at this moment. She felt so utterly open, exposed, throbbing for him, wanting to be stuffed tightly by his meat. She is so consumed thinking about the expected moment of his entry, that when he suddenly thrusts inside her, she lets out a loud gasp of suprised delight.

Joel tilts his hips to thrust deeply inside her gaping wet snatch, completely sliding all the way in her; the way a sword glides snugly inside a sheath. He listens to her groan with pleasure screwing her hips onto his cock feeling her powerful vaginal wall clamp around him tightly as his thighs bang against the back of her own as he thrusts harder over and over again. She could feel him probing her smooth ridged pleasure palace walls, and then he changed his angle of penetration. His grin widened, hearing her sighs and breathless pants begging him to perform harder, faster and deeper.

She arches her back, tilting her pelvis trying to push him deeper inside her at an altered angle to hit her gem, the crown jewel, her girlie spot, and she screams with delight as he hits the jackpot.

‘Oh God! Yes!’ Sabrina gasped, grinding down on Joel’s cock, while he keeps up the powerful thrusting in and out of her, until finally while holding her hips still so that she can’t move, he shudders inside her to expel his seed, grunting and groaning like a wild man. Her pussy mercilessly grips his cock to keep him deep inside her.

‘Fuck! Yes Sabrina!’ Joel cried out engulfed by ecstasy, as his eruption continued coating her inner walls with bursa sınırsız escort his warm, sticky cum. Their pleasurable grunts, groans, sighs, and cries of passion, echoed their herald of joy throughout the classroom. Sabrina felt every hot explosion shoot inside her trembling pussy, and panted breathlessly coming down from her own intense orgasm. Exhausted from the exertion of his delayed eruption, Joel collapsed onto her sweaty back to hold her until their quaking bodies returned to normal.

He tenderly kissed her shoulder while still laying on top of her for a moment in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking; she could still feel him planted deeply inside her, and wondered wether he was truly spent or if he was simply playing with her.

She tried raising her chest from her desk with his warm weight on top of her, and he slowly shifted his weight to the side of her. He dreamily stroked her back with his hands as he very softly kissed her neck. As much as she enjoyed having him stuffed so deeply inside her, the shear size of his cock was beginning to hurt, and she squirmed, trying to get comfortable on it.

‘Shh,’ he whispered hotly against her ear. ‘Don’t move just yet,’ and he nuzzled her neck with his lips; the way a horse does when looking for a sugar cube in the palm of your hand. Sabrina giggled as his lips tickled her with his kiss before he reached down to yank his love lizard out of her. The expulsion of his meat causes some of their mixed juices to dribble down her thighs, and she can feel it running down her legs.

Her smooth long legs, perfectly shaped with the aid of her heels, accentuate the small of her back where her bum had a habit of sticking out, and the mere sight of her stirs his desire to be encased my her fertile feminine centre once again. When she turned around to face him, she gazed down to see he was still quite hard, and knew he wanted some more too.

Lustfully reaching out for him, she laced her fingers around the back of his neck to pull him to her mouth. She kissed him passionately, as though she had found a renewed urgency to have him on top of her, inside her, and he lovingly took her in his arms to lower her back onto the desk. Kissing her mouth so deeply, their tongues colliding to dance across each other so that he can almost taste what she had for lunch that day and his strong, bold yet surprisingly gentle hands, raise her legs around his waist.

Lying there on her back as he coupled his body to hers once more; she could still feel his slippery cum dribbled down between her bum cheeks to squelch and excite her. He slid inside her briefly, before pulling out to tease her, and her pussy is still throbbing with wanton fire from being fucked long and hard. Sabrina clutches at his back digging in her fingernails as they continue passionately sucking each other’s lips off.

He effortlessly penetrates her gaping raw pussy, as she crosses her feet behind his back to tilt her hips and grind him balls deep. His powerful thrusting motion sends choking explosions through her entire body, causing her head to tilt back. He ploughs sure, firm, deep strokes into her, but this time he can enjoy watching the look of delightful strain on her pretty face mingled with a hint of pain when she groans and moans while he pushes her toward another climax.

Suddenly the door flies open and he looks up….

Startled by the sound, Joel forcefully jerks inside Sabrina, causing her to let out a small squeal of delight. He tried to focus on the figure at the door as he kept thrusting inside his bombshell beauty, only to see a reflection of his lover standing in the doorway. Joel closed his eyes tightly while shaking his head to clear his vision, but when he opens them, the image has not changed.

The woman standing in the doorway looks just like his lover who he was at present buried balls deep inside. When the other woman closes the door, she locks it behind her, and pulls down the shade. As she casually strolls over to the lovers deeply engaged in their passionate union, she begins removing her librarian, black-rimmed glasses, and casually tossing them to the floor. She tears apart her blouse revealing a white, see-through, lace bra before she unzips her short skirt and it falls to the floor.

He can’t take his eyes off this woman as he continues pumping his lover full of his pearly white cum, and he realises the other woman isn’t wearing panties. She unclips her bra from the back, freeing her large round breasts just like the ones under his hands that belong to Sabrina. He keeps squeezing, kneading, and rubbing her breasts while thrusting his hips, digging deeper inside his lover causing her to sigh, groan, and pant as he pushes her to yet another dizzying climax.

Beneath him his lover’s throaty groans distract him from the naked siren that had just walked into the room.

‘Oh fuck yes!’ Sabrina moaned, and Joel’s eyes roll into his head with blinding ecstasy, giving his lover more hot görükle escort injections of his love juice. Distracted by Sabrina’s vibrating moans, Joel doesn’t notice the other woman standing at his back, and uncrosses, Sabrina’s feet. This mesmerizing siren at his back is completely naked wearing only a pair of plain black, high-heal shoes.

She squats behind him at his feet pressing her hot, pouting lips lightly behind his knees to kiss his hairy flesh. She sensually runs her manicured fingertips up the back of his legs as she slowly kisses, and mouths her way to his muscular bum. She slips her hand between his legs to caress his balls, kissing his arse as he thrusts in and out of Sabrina’s slippery pussy.

He groans with delight as the siren standing behind him presses her body against his, feeling his rock hard buns against the short prickly hair of her wet pussy. She rests her head on his back while her hands slide around the front of his chest. Her soft fingers pass across his ribs to thumb his nipples while she rubs her full round breasts in a sensual figure eight, writhing against his sweaty back.

She kisses up his spine and out across his shoulders while running her fingertips up the back of his neck, and through his hair. Every touch this siren employs on his body heightens his desire to continue fucking, Sabrina, harder and harder under him. He turns his head to the side to come face to face with the strange vixen that grins wickedly at him. She speaks for the first time, and he hears the same familiar tone in her voice; the low, sexy, and a little hoarse with desire tone — the same that Sabrina uses.

‘You’ve been a bad boy fucking with the teacher. You’d better come to the principal’s office,’ her voice trailed off as she traced his lips with her fingertip. She seductively stared him in the eye before she took a hold of his hand. Joel was still pumping away inside Sabrina, and he couldn’t decide where to look.

Joel’s slamming trusting vibrations rocket through Sabrina, causing her to moan in exquisite, excited delight, and she blissfully closes her eyes to listen to his grunting climactic exertions.

The siren takes Joel’s hand, and holds it firmly down at her slippery pussy. His fingers slide along her slit, parting the outer lips of her mound to stroke at and dip into her throbbing flower. He was curious to know wether or not, her sweet nectar would be flowing as freely as Sabrina’s tight cunt did. He groaned as Sabrina, clamped her pussy around his cock while he firmly stroked the siren’s clit; his fingers periodically slipping inside her tight wet pussy, causing her to throw her head back exposing her long white-neck, and she joins in with the harmonious moans and groans of the two lovers.

He desperately wants to know what she’d be like to fuck as he swallows hard trying to keep focused while having an orgasm of his own. He pulls his fingers out of the siren’s pussy only to have her grab his hand firmly, placing them in her mouth. Joel can immediately feel the strong suction of her lips around his fingers, as she tastes her own juices, and sucks his fingers clean. Her magical, long, firm tongue caresses them one by one, and he imagines what it would be like if she were to go down on him.

He slips his dripping cock out of Sabrina’s stretched cunt, and he turns to face the siren. She glances up at him, and knowingly gets to her knees while, Sabrina, wraps her hands around his chest, pulling him back to rest against her ample heaving breasts. The siren wears a lewd smile as she wraps her fingers around his dripping-wet cock, and lightly begins stroking him.

She squeezed just below the purple head of his knob, rubbing her fingertips through the silky lubricating juices from his lover that had been left behind on its velvety skin. She squelches the mixture of cum as her palm pulses with every squeeze on his cock, gliding her slippery hand up and over the eye of his juicy hardened cock. She brings her head closer to his throbbing member before her breath, ever so hot against his skin, sends a shiver up his spine, and then plunges it into her mouth. She sucks with such a gentle yet firm force while flicking her tongue across the top of his mushroom-shaped head.

Joel groaned with delight as she swirled her tongue just under the popping winged head, and carefully grazed her teeth up the sides of his shaft. His sensitive male gland contained in a vice-like pleasurable overloaded grip within her warm, wet mouth, sent shimmying spasms up through his abs as though he would die from the full body sensory stimulation.

While the siren continued to go down on him, drinking in the scent of his body, and that of his lover from the juices coating his balls, Sabrina lovingly supports him in her arms, and using long strokes with her fingertips, caresses his chest to playfully tweak at his hardened nipples.

Sabrina’s full round breasts jiggled almost on top of his head, from the transferred rocking his body was doing into the siren’s mouth. Overcome with desire, Joel reached up to fondle both of Sabrina’s breasts in his hands, nestling his head between them. Taking delight in the soft, fleshy, mammary jugs flanking the sides of his face, he turned his head to the left to mouth at her luscious, erect pink nipple that was just begging to be drawn into his mouth.

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Playtime by The Pool

“Oh, G.C.. It gives me such pleasure to see you happy.”

“Jenny, it makes me happy that I can give you pleasure.”

“Well, with your tongue licking my pussy so incredibly, you don’t leave me any other course.”

As I looked up from between my nieces’ thighs I couldn’t argue with this logic. It was another beautiful day in the neighborhood and my niece was doing what she does best. Making her uncle come.

It had all started with my cell phone chirping four months ago. It seems my brother-in-law was getting posted immediately overseas for a top position to the US legation in Moscow. My younger sister would be leaving within a few weeks to join him but there was a Jenny problem. It was her second year at Orange County Community College and what with classes etc and all her friends etc. they didn’t want to totally disrupt her whole life. Would I take her in until graduation in June? She’s the only child of my only sister so how could I say no?

I am unattached and happily so. I have a contrarian streak and if someone says, “Jump” I do NOT answer how high. I might say what about walking or how about not jumping today or how about you jump in the lake!

For this reason I have my own one man company developing my own inventions. A one person inventor’s fund. And consequently, in a perfect position to be ‘Uncle’.

Well, I helped my sister as much as possible with her move. (Try moving to Moscow in two weeks and the things you never think about twice are suddenly very large) The State Department was going to pay the mortgage etc. but every thing else had to be shut down, closed up, shut off and otherwise handled.

Two weeks on and I was driving to LAX with my sister as she had her last person-to-person with Jenny. The usual be goods and be carefuls and study hards and listen to your uncle and here’s the numbers and a thousand other airport departing clichés.

We got my sister on the plane and as it was Saturday and no school I asked Jenny what she wanted to do. She replied that she was going to the movies later with two of her girlfriends so back to my house was fine.

My house. This was going to be tricky. I built a one level with pool and workshop and the usual amenities. Large library and media room. Medium sized kitchen and bedroom. Large bathroom with tub and shower and Jacuzzi. But the only guest room shared this bathroom. There was a toilet and vanity separated by a second door, but still. I only have one sister so who was going to stay over? Besides, out of towners wanted to be near the beach. Which is where I sent them if they showed up at the front door with a sad story and a suitcase.

So. Jenny and a common bathroom. Did I tell you what my niece looks like? No less an august publication than Sand and Surf named Jenny and the two future moviegoers as Hermosa Beaches’ #s 1, 2 and 3 in their poll of readers. The classic beach look. Blonde, tanned and curvy. More particularly, Jenny is 5′ 8″ with shoulder length hair and blue eyes. A lovely body, 34 C (I’ve checked), and the snarkey sense of humor that runs in our family. Did I tell you about the bathroom?

“Uncle Graham?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Anne and Carlie are going to come over for a swim before we go out to dinner and the movie. I want to show them the house. O.K.?”

“Sure. I’ll be in the workshop any way.”

Numbers 1, 2 and 3 at my house. In my pool. In bikinis. This was going to make working on a new prototype of a cash register drawer interesting. While I’m working on gears and pulleys, three girls were having each and every inch of their epidermis caressed by my water. Concentrate, concentrate.

I was trying to work on a particular aspect of the opening protocol of the drawer when……

There was a knock on the door from the pool deck to the shop and Jenny poked her head in.

‘Uncle Graham, I want you to come and meet my friends.”

I walk out to the pool and see across the way heaven-in-a-two-piece. Anne and Carlie were twenty car pile-up gorgeous. As Jenny introduced me to them, I could tell they were some weird combination of shy, nervous, excited, happy?

“I’m glad to meet you. I hope you all can help Jenny the rest of the year while her parents are away. I’m just her bachelor uncle and don’t know all the ways around her school and everything.”

The three of them giggled and bounced on their toes, glanced at each other and generally did the ‘Aw shucks’ routine. Something was going on but I didn’t have a clue.

“Glad to meet you. Feel at home. Fridge, sodas etc. There’s a music system over by the pool house. iPod ready. Just dock it and hit ?.”

I walked back across the deck and went back into the shop but not before looking over my shoulder for a quick second. I shuddered.

Next morning. I’m taking a shower and trying to remember who poisoned my Absolute. Oh yea. I guess I was over served while watching Liverpool vs. Wolverhampton last night. Trying so hard not to think about pools and water and skin. Trying not to think of elephants. You know how that works.

I’m bursa escort bayan a little groggy while toweling off when Mr. Happy wakes up too. One thing leads to another and I’m sitting on the Jacuzzi deck flipping through my girlie mags. Now let me just state right here that I am unattached, not unconscious. I have FWBs too, but my right hand never asked me to buy a $450 pair of shoes! Or buy $1000 plane tickets for a second cousin twice removed out of town across the country five-day wedding!

Mr. Happy is getting happier by the second when I hear something in the half bath leading to Jenny’s room. The door opens just before I ‘m able to put the towel to good use.

“Sorry. I was just going to take a shower. I’m so used to having my own bathroom and everything.”

“Yea. We’ll have to work out some signal. Like on a plane. You know, Occupado. I’ll be done in a minute Sweetheart.”

This was going to be more difficult than I thought.

Well, it’s Sunday and all. The NYT and a strong cup of coffee and a nice English muffin. Ah, lovely. Meanwhile, I am going to have to change some of the basics at 2235 Hubbard Ave. No more smoking in the house (sue me). Mr. Happy can only visit when Jenny is at school. And general ship shaping up.

I also decided to redo Jenny’s room. New sheets etc. A new TV and a new desk and bookshelf. A new wireless printer/copier for her Mac Book. A new wireless upgrade for the house as a whole. (And you lot thought I was a cheap bastard. I’m not constitutionally opposed to expenditures.)

A whirlwind of stores and parking lots and malls later, we were well on the way to redoing her room. Some things would be shipped later in the week so it was going to be a project. It gave some Jenny to her own room and gave her some things to keep her busy to ease the transition.

“Jenny, what do you want to do for dinner?”

“I don’t know. How about you?”

“Well, we could do Italian. A place over on Escondido does great eggplant Parm. And they deliver too, so no hassle. With their house salad.”

“Could Anne and Carlie come for dinner too?”

Right. I’m going to say no?

“Sure. It’s six o’clock now. I’ll call for delivery at eight.”

There is a breezeway that leads from the driveway to the pool so I didn’t see Anne and Carlie arrive. It was getting dark and the lights over the deck are muted for the neighbor’s sake. I’m drinking some red and watching the EPL and all is right with the world. Through the window behind my chair I could look out at the pool. I see three shadowy figures and a lot of leaning in to whisper in ears and looks at the house and standing up to walk around and come back to whisper again.

Delivery is approaching so I get up to set the table and generally put on my feast provider hat. The food arrives. I call out the window to “Let’s eat.” The screen slides open and in walks Jenny, followed by Anne and Carlie. It’s going to be hard to chew my eggplant Parm because my jaw dropped open ten inches.

All are in shorts and Ts but I think the bra store was closed. If there was a dime sitting on top of any of the six breasts in the house I could have told you which side was up. I wondered how respiration was possible.

We sit down to eat and I am eyeballing my plate to keep from crying. I make sure that when I look up to return pleasantries, as this torture session progresses, that my gaze is an uninterrupted path from plate to face with no stops along the way to admire the scenery.

Dinner is eaten, though I would be hard pressed to tell you what I ate. I know what it was but my taste buds had been overridden by my dick. I gulp red wine and try not to act too much like a total moron. I think I get away with it as no one tells me I’m drooling.

After what seems like a few geological eras, maybe just the Cretaceous, we finish and everyone gets up. Everyone but me. I’m going to need a minute to ‘relax’. Everyone is bustling about. Filling the dishwasher, putting things away. Cleaning up. I sit there smiling.

Finally, the girls finish and go back out to the pool while I stumble back to my library. I fix a drink and fall into my chair. The TV is on to God knows what while I try to compose. Over my shoulder the conspiracy continues. Whispers and looks. Jenny gets up and comes into the house. I hear her coming down the hall. She walks into the library.

“Hey?’

“What’s up Jen?”

“We’ve always been able to talk about anything, right?”

“Sure.”

“Mom said you and her were like the Three Musketeers, only two. She said that she never felt as close to someone until Dad. The two of you against the world. Mom said you guys talked about everything, no secrets.”

“That’s right Jenny. No secrets.”

” No secrets and I want to make you happy now that I’m with you.”

” Thank you Jenny. I’ll always try to make you happy.”

“O.K. then. Now I’m going to make you happy. I know you don’t have a girlfriend or anything. I also saw what you were doing this morning.”

This is where I turn red and blue and purple.

“Don’t be ashamed.”

Jenny görükle escort then called out the window to Anne and Carlie.

“Come in the house. It’s down the hall from the kitchen.”

What the fuck? She wants her friends to see me squirming. A thousand feelings ran in my head. Anne and Carlie walk in smiling and holding hands.

“Anne and Carlie want to tell you something.”

Anne spoke first.

“Uncle Graham? Can I call you Uncle Graham? Mr. Collins is too formal for an uncle of Jens’. We tell each other everything and we, Carlie and I, have always thought that you were an UILF.”

I look at Jenny with a “Wha…”

“Uncle I’d Like to Fuck.”

I would not have been more shocked if Ed McMahon had risen from the grave and presented me with a check for Ten Million Dollars!

Anne walked toward my chair while she lifted her T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She was massaging her tits as she stood in front of me. Licking her fingers and then squeezing her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pulling up one nipple, then the other. Letting one, then the other drop back. She put her hands on the chair back so she could raise her right leg to place it on the arm. Her breasts were in my face and I tried to look cool as she adjusted her position. She lifted her left leg in turn so that her legs were folded up and pressing into my sides. ( Note to self. Congratulate yourself in the morning for buying a VERY sturdy leather lowback club model.) Her breasts now seemed to need some kind of assistance. As Anne held my shoulders I gently, almost hesitatingly, touched her breasts. Anne pushed her chest forward asking for a little more horsepower. I increased the pressure and rubbed my palms around her nipples and areola. I pressed her breasts together so I could lick the nipples in turn. Nipping with my teeth. Sucking them whole into my mouth. She was breathing more rapidly and as I rubbed and sucked I could hear her heart thumping away. She threw her hair back and pushed into me harder, demanding. Her breasts, at least 34D, were now covered in my saliva as I sucked on her nipples like a South Seas grouper fish.

Mean while, back at the Ranch. What are Jen and Carlie doing as Anne is rearranging my back molars? My niece and Carlie are standing off to my left side holding each other around the waist, watching and smiling. Smiling. Like watching a puppy get a bath. My cock is so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it and they’re smiling. O.K. Anne, I’m back.

Anne is now mashing my face into her tits and moaning. Rubbing her pussy into my chest and bucking like a Fort Worth bronco. I am so occupied that all I can do is hang on. I shake my head to clear my cock and know it’s time that I take over this rodeo. I tell her to stand up and take her shorts off. She flicks them into the corner and faces me. I pull down her panties and I lift my right hand to cup her pussy and run my middle finger along the crease. She is so wet that my hand can hardly hold on. I push my finger into her pussy and she whimpers and pushes back. She wants my finger to go further. I tell her to turn around and sit on my lap and put her legs over the arms of the chair. I start to plunge my right hand into her pussy while holding onto her stomach with my left hand.

“Oh! Oh! Don’t stop! I want your hand! Let me come! Make me come!!

“I’ll make you come Annie. Hold on. Hold on!”

I’ve now got three fingers in her pussy while my thumb is banging up against her clit. Her vagina muscles are trying to suck my hand into her stomach as she rocks up and down trying to increase the sensation. She’s on the verge and I’m doing my best. This workout is better than the gym any day.

“Please lick my pussy! Pleeeaaasee!!!”

So, I pick her up, turn around and place her on the arms of the chair. Her legs hanging over, her pussy now pointing up to the sky and I drop down and cover her clit with a thousand kisses. She is pushing again, demanding again, and I love it. A girl who wants what she wants and wants me to supply it!

I push my tongue into her pussy, in and out. Fucking her with my tongue. She is into the rhythm, matching me as her hips buck. I could do this all night. I kiss and lick and probe and cover her with my open mouth. She is close and I decide to “motorboat’. Cover her clit with my open mouth and blow air while applying slight pressure. It made her clit almost flutter in the wind. She raised her hips two feet off the chair and let out….

“AAHHHHOHHOOOEEEAHHHOOO”

I was afraid 911 was next. She was moaning and whining (as Muddy Waters used to sing) for the next minute while I sat back and watched the best orgasm in the most gorgeous pussy. I wiped her smile off my lips and looked over at Jen and Carlie. They were still smiling but a new look of delight spread over their faces as they watched Anne finish getting off. Now that they had started this, I was going to see how far it would go.

“Who’s next?’

Anne looked at me.

“Wait a minute. That was only one time. I want more. I most certainly, you bet want more if that’s the daily bursa escort bayan menu.”

“Don’t hog him. Let someone else have a turn.”

And with that Carlie was taking off her shorts and thong and walking over to my new ‘Love Chair’. She pulled off her T-shirt so fast she ripped it up the back. She motioned for Anne to get up. I kissed Annes’ hand as she stood and winked. There would be more all right.

Carlie sat down but stayed on the front edge of the cushion. She held her arms wide, silently asking for a kiss. This was so cute I almost blushed again. I scrunched over on my knees and wrapped my arms around her. The first touch was soft, tilting our heads. The next kiss was full on Arc de Triumphe. Our tongues dueled as I was holding her hips, kneeling my way between her thighs. She stopped for a second and pulled my shirt off. She flicked my right nipple with her middle finger and I was startled at how good it felt. These girls were just full of surprises. She crept up the front of the chair until she was stting on the back with one foot on each arm. Her legs were spread and I could see her pussy was wet already. I leaned forward and put my arms under her thighs. Her feet pushed back into the chair so she could maintain her balance.

“Would you like a serving of the same?”

“Oh, yes please.”

“Carlie? You want to know what helps me to serve you?”

“What?”

“Talk to me. Talk to me while I cover your pussy with kisses. Tell me what to do. Keep me informed.”

“Do you promise that I’ll get the same as Anne?”

“Motorboat and all.”

“I will give you directions like Rand McNally!”

Carlies’ pussy was prfect. Shaven and, well to use a word, pert.

I leaned my head forard and gently kissed the inside of her right thigh. Her left thigh. Moving from side to side, rubbing across her pussy lips as I went back and forth. I put my tongue inside her and flicked up pushing the slit open…. Eh, where’s the soundtrack? I stopped and looked up at Carlie.

“Sorry. I was enjoying you so much I forgot. Now?”

I nodded.

“Yes oh yes very much yes right there push your tongue deeper up up yeaaa flick my clit back now up back up fuck my pussyeeee oooo stick your finger ahh yes circle it around push down now your tongue on top yes yes ahh mynipples mynipples aahhhhh squeeze hard HARD my clitttt yes oooooo don’t o don’t my ass hold tight TIGHTTT put your hand under my ass rub my crack my asshole around around lick oohhh I’m ready getting ready please make me oohhh like Anne likeAnne please I’m ready ready (at this point I give her the Evinrude) EEEEHHHHAAAAAHHHHOO fuck fuck ……. darwin darwin oohhh …………… AAHHHhh..hh.hhh.. Oops!”

She tumbles over the back of the chair. A second later she peeks over the back with a grin like X-Mas.

Now I have a problem. Anne then Carlie but Jen? What about Jen? She should have a chance but she’s my niece. That wouldn’t be right would it?

“Anne, Carlie? What about Jen?”

They lift their chins over my right shoulder. I half turn. My niece is sitting on the front edge of the matching ottoman with her left arm extended behind her gripping the back edge. She’s leaning back naked with her feet on the floor and her legs spread like a Russian gymnast. She’s pumping a combo vibrator-dildo in her pussy. Her head is thrown back and she’s gasping for air as it looks like she’s going to come. At the last second she looks me right in the eye and lets out a little yelp as she shakes her whole body. I had been so oblivious with Carlie that I never realized she was behind me!

It was then that I understood that Jenny had set the whole thing up! Enlisted her friends to give me the night of my life. And it wasn’t over yet! I turned around as Jenny got up and walked around to join Anne and Carlie. They stood together with their arms around each other’s waists and looked like three cats that had just eaten the canary. Three beautiful naked girls were smiling at ME!

“Now it’s our turn. Since this seems to be dancers choice, you tell us what you want us to do.”

“Since I gave at the office twice, I think I should get two choices. Especially since my first time won’t last twenty seconds with the way my cock is.”

“That’s fair. But of course Jen can only watch.”

That’s right. Jenny can only watch. Even in the midst of paradise the Gods throw the occasional spanner in the works. Ah well. My cock broke off this reverie to get back to the show.

” Anne, are you left handed?”

“No, but Carlie is.”

I stood up and took off my shorts and briefs. My cock was aching after being hard for so long and pressed in. The head was coated in pre-come and twitching for release. I sat down on the ottoman. I asked Jenny to go in the bathroom and look in the sliding drawer under the Jacuzzi deck. I told her to look for a little clear bottle with a blue cap and bring it back. She returned with it and gave it to me. The three girls all looked knowingly at each other. KY Liquid. Can’t stroke a dry cock with dry hands. I told Anne to kneel on the right side of me and put her left arm around my waist. I told Lefty to do the mirror image on her side. I asked Jenny to bring a towel from the kitchen so the carpet wouldn’t get soiled. She said that wasn’t needed. ……. Wait for it!!!! She said she was going to sit in front of me with her legs spread and that I was going to come on her tits! Oh sweet Huxley and Hoyle.

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Author’s Note: the following story is entirely fictional.

*****

My wife told me that her sister was coming to visit us for a few days. She recently took a new job and would be heading cross-country for several months of training. My wife’s family lived in the next state over, so we hadn’t seen them very much. It had been about 2 years since we’d seen them last, not since her sister graduated high school.

My wife and I are both in our early 30’s and have an active sex life, but sometimes the stress of the day wore us out and we ended up falling asleep without enjoying each other.

My sister in law flew in by plane and my wife picked her up from the airport. I had to work that day so I didn’t see her until I got home. The first thing that I noticed was that her baby sister had definitely grown up since we’d seen her last. She was about 5’6′, maybe 130 pounds. But, she sported a very healthy set of D cups and her ass and legs seemed more shapely than before. She had definitely kept herself in good shape.

That first night was a lot of a catching up. We went out to eat and then came home and sat around on the couch and talked. We have a L -shaped couch. My wife sat in the corner and her sister sat on her left, and I sat on her right. We have an ottoman footrest and her sister had her feet propped up on it showing off her shapely legs. She was wearing a mid-length skirt. I kept watching between them, but my eyes always seemed to find their way back to her legs, they were just very sexy.

At one point my wife’s sister said something and I looked up half-startled. I had been staring at her legs again. When I looked up, she gave me a sly smile and a wink and kept talking like nothing had happened, but she knew! She had caught me looking and said nothing.

On the pretense of getting more comfortable, Porno she tucked her right leg under herself in a sort of half-cross-legged position. My wife could see nothing unusual from where she sat, but from where I sat, it opened up her legs and allowed me to see the pink of her panties up under her skirt.

She teased me like this for the rest of the night. Eventually, my wife fell asleep on the couch as she usually does. Her sister and I talked for a few minutes more before she announced that she was going to shower and get ready for bed. She was in the main bathroom at the top of the stairs. From the bottom of the stairs I watched her ass as she disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. I could hear the shower going and I got hard picturing her naked just on the other side of that door.

Eventually I heard the water turn off. I waited a couple of minutes and came upstairs on the pretense of turning down my sheets and getting ready for bed. As soon as I got to the top of the landing, my sister in law opened the door to the bathroom. She seemed surprised to see me, but smiled a devilish grin. She was wearing one towel around her head to dry her hair, and the other towel was wrapped around her body. The top of the towel was just above her nipples, showing some decent cleavage. The bottom of the towel came down just a couple of inches past her crotch. She was carrying her clothes in her arms and dropped her panties when she got to the door of the bedroom. She bent over to pick it up and I could see the bottoms of her ass and the folds of her pussy tucked away. She lingered for a moment, pretending to have trouble picking it up, before standing and smiling at me over her shoulder. She sashayed into the room and turned and closed the door. I’ve never seen a door closed seductively Altyazılı Porno before, but she certainly managed.

I went about preparing for bed, and woke my wife and lead her upstairs to bed. I snuggled in behind her, my hard cock poking her in the ass, but she would have none of it. After a few minutes, she was snoring.

I don’t know how long I laid there, unable to sleep when I decided that a shot of whiskey would help. As I was coming back upstairs from having my drink I noticed that the guest room door was cracked open. I stopped at the top of the landing and listened. I could hear faint moans coming from the room. Against my better judgement, and totally fueled by lust, I crept to the door and listened more closely.

There were sounds of a couple having sex, and the unmistakable moan of my sister in law. She muttered “fuck, that’s hot”. I peeked around the corner and she was laying on the bed, naked, fingering herself while watching a porn video on her phone. It was too much form me. I couldn’t take it anymore and fished out my cock and started stroking, watching her.

I thought I was doing a pretty job of being quiet, but at one point I moaned without meaning to. I stopped and she moaned from behind the door, apparently oblivious. I kept tugging on my cock and while I was positioning myself to get a better view, my hand hit the door. I ducked back behind the door and froze, my heart pounding in my chest. The sounds from the room continued.

After a few moments I regained my courage and peeked back around the door. I was face to face with my sister and law, who was standing there naked. She simply smiled and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room, closing the door behind us.

My hard cock was still hanging free and her eyes dropped down to meet it. “It Brazzers seems like you like what you see.” I confirmed that I did. She told me that if I wanted to watch, all I had to do was ask. “But, now that you’re here, let me help you with that…”

She dropped to her knees and took my cock deep into her throat. She sucked me and swallowed my cock in a way that could only be described as amazing. I warned her I was about to cum and she picked up the pace. I grabbed the back of her head and forced my cock down her throat as I erupted my balls down her throat. Like a good girl, she moaned, swallowed it all, and then licked her lips.

She stood up and kissed me full on the lips while my hands explored her nubile body. I grabbed her ass and lifted her up and carried her to the bed. I tossed her onto her back and crawled between her delicious thighs and buried my face in her pussy. In short order she was moaning and writhing on the bed. I was worried she might wake the whole neighborhood, but I also didn’t care. My sole thought at the moment was to give her pleasure. She grabbed my head and shuddered as she cried out “Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” as she came all over my face.

She smiled up at me and said thank you. Then she noticed my still-hard cock. She turned around and got on all fours and wiggled her ass at me. I didn’t need a second invitation. I knelt behind her and rammed my cock into her pussy up to the hilt. I fucked her hard and deep with long, slow strokes. She was crying out with pleasure. I pushed her flat on her stomach and continued fucking her from behind. She screamed and moaned into the pillow. She turned her head and yelled at me to empty my balls into her twat, I happily obliged.

I laid on her back for a few minutes as we both caught our breath, then I pulled out of her and laid beside her, my cock still half-hard. She rolled over and took my cock into her mouth again. Between licks and sucks she told me that she was cleaning me off. Then she let out an evil chuckle. I asked her what was so funny and she said that next time we should include her sister…

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“Ben, get your ass in here,” my sister Kim called through our shared bathroom door to me.

I lurched forward in my leather swivel chair, startled, almost knocking the water bottle with my university logo on it off my desk.

“BE RIGHT THERE,” I hollered, the pounding of my heart amplifying the ecstasy my sister had fed me 20 minutes earlier, the spike of adrenaline triggering a wave of euphoria.

I caught the edge of my desk, the drug making it feel infinitely more solid, more there. This desk, I thought, I love this desk. I looked up at my computer screen. This is the best computer ever made. This thing is amazing, and I built it. Pride swelled in my chest.

On my screen, through her webcam, I saw my sister rise from the bed. I grabbed my dub kit and my bowl and got up as she opened the door. I killed the application.

“Jesus, it’s bright in here!” Kim moved to the window. Her silhouette burned into my retinas as she drew the blinds and closed the drapes. My room darkened.

My sister stepped close to me, pushing both hands through her hair, sighing as she looked up at me. One hand was on the small of my back, pressing down, her other hand slid beneath the waistband of my jeans, pushing toward my cock. Time stopped, then started again with a detonation of ecstatic pleasure. My jaw tightened, and my back arched, her breasts pressing hard against my midsection.

She bit my right nipple hard. I drew a sharp breath and as I tried to pull away, I felt her finger push down toward my asshole. My hips reflexively bucked away, and suddenly she had my cock by the root, squeezing. She gave me short, rhythmic strokes.

“Where are my panties?” she whispered into my ear. Her breath was wet and her tone was urgent.

English, my brain was telling me. She’s speaking English.

I gripped her lower back, pulling her towards me, my sense of touch dominating my sensorium. The spandex of her top stretched and clung to my sister’s back as I pulled it up so I could shove my fingers into the back of her shorts. Her skin was smooth, flawless, cool as I slid my hand down her buttocks, spreading open her hot core.

“Not down here,” I said, as my finger slipped from the tight pucker of her little butthole to the the hot liquid mouth of her sex.

The strokes of her hand on the base of my cock faltered as I lifted her off her feet and fingered her pussy underneath her tight spandex shorts. Her mound was pressed hard against my abs, her hands clutching at my sides, then my neck, then curling through my hair as she drew my mouth to hers.

Her mouth claimed mine, wet and open and panting. We seemed to meld as our kiss deepened. She bit my lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. I groaned into her mouth and opened us up, driving my tongue into hers, sucking on her upper lip, then lower….she captured my tongue and sucked it into her mouth.

I lifted her with both of my hands, spreading her open, my cock trapped in my jeans, her mound grinding on my stomach. I clenched my abs as another wave of ecstasy rolled up and over through me.

“UHHNNN OHHHHH GOD……” she said as I galloped her hips against me, the fingers of my right hand exploring her tight, moist pussy from behind as I spread her ass with my left and circled my middle finger around her tiny puckered butthole. Her hips lurched from the clitoral pleasure at the apex of her ride to my fingers fucking her from below, panting wetly into my neck, tiny squeaks of escalating pleasure rising from her flushed chest.

“I want you to come on my face,” I whispered hard into her ear, pressing my finger into her asshole as I spread her further with three fingers of my other hand.

She came, trying to stifle it, but failing, squealing desperately as her hips rode it out, her orgasm spreading wetly up and down my abs, a slick of come lubricating us.

“OHMYGOD” she chanted, “OHMYFUCKINGGOD.” My middle finger insisted at her rear, slipping in now, then popping back out as she ground her clit against my abdomen, my three fingers reaching up to stuff her full again.

Her teeth caught my earlobe and I saw stars. The pain tightened my nipples just before both of her hands encircled them and gently caressed, then squeezed firmly. Her panting reached a crescendo and her hips bucked almost up to my solar plexus, her body bent forward almost in two as her orgasm took her.

“UHHhhhhhhhhh…..” she said, as she collapsed against me, her breath still shallow and rapid, her upper chest and face red and flushed. Her hands fluttered at my lower back now, he mouth muttering something unintelligible, her lips nipping sporadically at my neck and shoulder.

I had her cupped against me, her body still writhing. She lay still for a second after it subsided, then wriggled free, tossing her hair.

“You need to ditch those jeans. We’re all in pajamas, get comfortable!” she said.

“But…” I protested, by cock straining at my fly, my heart racing and eyes fluttering.

“What?” my sister asked, her eyes teasing me.

I looked down meaningfully.

“Miles to go before you sleep, big brother,” she said. “Did Porno you pack that bowl?”

“Of course,” I said.

“Well c’mon then!” she said. I wriggled out of my jeans as fast as I could, my cock springing free of my boxers. I grabbed a pair of pajama pants from my dresser and hopped into them, one foot at a time, then grabbed my bowl and joined her.

The music enveloped us as we stepped into her darkened room, a languorous bass throbbing. Molly and Jenn were dancing very close together, their eyes closed, soft hands sliding over each others’ identical body.

“Is that not the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, Ben?” my sister said from a cozy spot on her bed.

Mutely, I nodded and joined her. My body was putting off heat like a furnace, the coolness of her satin-y comforter feeling delicious on my skin. I propped myself up on an elbow next to her, handing her my pipe. She traded me a bottle of water, condensation beading and dripping onto my pajama pants.

“Thanks,” we said in unison, then laughed, the moment feeling perfect, as though the universe had conspired for eternity to give us this moment. She was beautiful beyond comprehension, her eyes looking dreamily around the room, resting lovingly on Molly and Jenn as they danced, oblivious of us, oblivious to anyone but each other. A tidal wave of an emotion I’d never felt before surged over and through me, rolling my head back, sending waves of pleasure through my body, up into my chest and head, cresting in my scalp and hair, another wave crashing down into my lower belly and groin, then into my balls, tightening my ass, then releasing into my legs. I trembled and let a shuddering breath go.

I sipped the water. It was the most refreshing and pure drink I’d ever taken. Greedily, I drank about half the bottle, sighing with satisfaction.

“Stay hydrated,” she said.

I felt my sister’s hand caress my abdomen and my hips responded. I reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She sighed with pleasure. My hand, as if on its own, played absently with her hair, massaging her scalp and neck.

“Oh God that feels so good,” she said, “How are you feeling?”

“Amazing,” I said. “This is incredible. And Molly and Jenn….” the words tumbled out.

“I know,” she said, “Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous and so perfect?”

“Yes,” I said, looking directly at her. “I have.”

She looked up at me, smiling as I kissed her.

“But how?” I asked quietly, looking at Molly and Jenn. They were hard up against each other, Jenn riding Molly’s thigh gently to the beat of the music, her hand sliding up Molly’s shirt to thumb her nipple and squeeze her breast. Molly’s face was pressed into Jenn, kissing and sucking and licking her neck and shoulder.

“This is all new to me,” my sister said. “I always had my suspicions–“

“You mean fantasies?” I said.

My sister kicked me playfully and laughed. She sparked her lighter and took a giant hit from the bowl I’d packed. She inhaled deeply, then passed it to me, holding her hit in, then gripped the back of my head, pulled me to her and kissed me, shotgunning the hit into my lungs.

“Swallow,” she said, her free hand slipping assertively into my pants to grip my cock with her firm hand. The smoke expanded into my lungs, sweet and slightly harsh. A cough tried to escape my chest, but I caught it in my upper throat and exhaled a tower of smoke.

My sister nodded approvingly. I propped myself up higher on a pillow. First my mouth, then my lungs tasted the greenness of the hit. This could never in a million years be called “weed.” This bud, my brain told me, is the pinnacle of a thousand generations of breeding.

The roll in my system welcomed the fresh hit of THC and rewarded me with an entirely new level of pleasure and empathy.

I slipped my hand under my sister’s shirt as we kissed, hands and tongues feeding on each other, speaking an ancient language of closeness, of togetherness. Our caresses were a conversation, then a challenge, then our touch sang, our tongues responding urgently in the only universal language.

Lazy smoke curled in the bright white and blue LED Christmas lights my sister had strung around the tops of her walls. Molly and Jenn seemed to snap out of their trance as the smell of high grade reefer filled the room, both of them looking at us.

My hand was up my sister’s shirt, cupping her pert breast. I flushed, but didn’t stop fondling Kim.

“I want some,” Jenn said, looking directly into my eyes. Jenn did a thing with her makeup that Molly didn’t, she did this very slight Egyptian thing with her eye makeup, sometimes with a curlicue flourish on the edge of her right eye. She’d done it today, its presence mesmerizing me. She moved catlike to me, slinking, predatory. I instinctively backed away from her on my sister’s bed, but she anticipated me with a quick shuffle of feet and suddenly I was on my back, Jenn straddling me.

I lifted off the bed, my cock yearning for satisfaction. Jenn laughed and wriggled down, planting herself firmly on my throbbing cock. I could feel everything, Altyazılı porno her hard clit, the spreading of her labia, and the wet opening of her hole pressing down against the base of my cock.

“Kim told me you like to sniff panties,” she breathed in my ear.

I shuddered and moaned a little. “Yes–” I said.

“You little pervert,” her hot breath said in my ear, “Have you ever smelled mine?”

“What?” I said. “Um,” I stammered.

Jenn’s wet tongue probed my ear, sending shockwaves of carnal pleasure thundering through my head, then down through my chest into my pelvis, building there.

“I’ve smelled your sister’s panties. Molly’s too,” she said into my ear. “I can’t help it.”

Jenn humped my thigh, inching up to my crotch, bending down to suck my neck and talk dirty into my ear.

“I like to peek on Molly and your sister, then when they’re passed out or doing whatever, I steal their panties.”

I was dumbfounded, speechless.

“Uhh…they’re both very pretty girls,” I said stupidly.

“I like to masturbate into a pair and smell another one. Then later I like to smell myself mixed with my sister…or your sister and get off again,” she said, her whisper conjuring images of her hand frigging her clit while she peeked on our sisters, sniffing a pair of dirty panties.

I shoved my hand up the back of her neck, rising to kiss her open mouth hard. Normally, the feeling of her labia pressing hard, sliding up and down my rigid cock would have made me come instantly, but the drug in my system allowed me to savor the delicious feeling of Jenn’s sex spreading and seeking the head of my cock and grinding on me without losing control and ejaculating wildly. The feeling reached a crescendo, then another one, then another one. Our kiss and sex were one, as I strained futilely to penetrate her sopping sex.

Jenn’s hips fucked me back, her sex gripping my cock through stretchy yoga pants, the flannel of my pajamas stroking me softly. I could feel the drug gathering my arousal and amplifying it, storing it in incandescent balls of light in the base of my cock, pulsing brightly in my prostate.

My mind reeled. How could my fantasies have taken control of my world? What was happening?

Jenn’s yoga pants inched down with every stroke of her grinding hips. I could see her labia split rudely by her pink thong, a dark patch of pubic hair peeking out of the top of her waistband. I stuffed my fingers down the back of her stretchy pants, massaging each lobe of her firm ass, squeezing and spreading her. With my left hand I spread her ass, with my right I rubbed the pucker of her asshole gently, dipping into the slick of her hot, open sex, fucking her fervently with my middle finger, then spreading her wetness up the back of her crack, working it into her rectum.

She gasped. Suddenly she was pressed tight up against me, her pubic bone grinding in concert with her hot panting breath on my neck and chest. Her perfect breasts pressed into me, her tummy squirming. I pushed her pants down over her ass.

Jenn arched her butt up and pulled her pants all the way down and off, her panties clinging to her crotch. Breathing hard, I propped myself up on one elbow, then flipped her over on her back, my cock pressing smoothly up her crease. I rested the base of my cock at the apex of her sex, pressing down onto her clit, waiting for the impending ejaculate to back down.

She looked up at me, her eyes dilated, face flushed. Her lips were parted slightly, and I could tell the drug was overpowering her. I kissed her mouth hungrily, then her neck, then her collarbone. She smelled sweet from her shower, a slight powdery floral scent. Impatient, she pushed down on my head, shoving me down, her hips arching up at me.

I wasted no time, hunching down to her waiting sex. Her pink thong was soaked, her pink labia protruding on either side. I kissed her midriff, nipped around her belly button, then licked her hipbone, sliding my tongue down to her upper thigh. Jenn moaned with mindless impatient pleasure. I inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal. It was infinitely sweeter than her panties from earlier, clean, honeyed, and fresh. I slid a finger under her panties and pulled them to the side.

Jenn’s pussy was shaved from around her asshole up to her lower belly, her pubis adorned with a neat patch of dark hair. I buried my nose in her trim bush and inhaled deeply, smelling her excitement trapped in her pubic hair. The roll surged up through my chest, into my head, rolling my eyes back and thundering waves of pleasure crashing through my loins and thighs.

I exhaled. Jenn moaned as my hot breath washed over her open, sopping sex, then squealed loudly when I nipped the hood of her clit and sucked it up into my mouth, then lapped down the length of her labia with my broad tongue. Her thighs clenched around my head and I dug in, holding her buttocks, lifting her vagina to me like a chalice.

In the background I heard my sister whisper something to Molly but I was lost in Jenn’s pussy, my tongue delving deep into her slippery velvet hole, Brazzers then sliding around and around her inner lips. Jenn’s pussy was very delicately shaped, her lips very small, her clit poking slightly out of the top of her mound. With my thumbs underneath her I spread her open, gasping for air, then shoved my tongue into her sloppily, her juices flowing now, coating my face. She was all I could see, her private smell filling my nose, my mouth, covering my face, dominating my world.

Jenn writhed and squirmed under my mouth, her hips urging me on, her hands fumbling with the back of my head, now fondling her breasts, now spreading herself open for my ravenous mouth.

“OHGODFUCKMETONGUEFUCKMEOHMYGOD” she said

Someone gently tugged my pajama pants down over my ass. I felt a cool breath blow on me, my ass, my balls. My cock throbbed hard. Delicious tingles radiated from the touch of two hands on my ass, pushing me forward.

“Ben, you want another roll? Jenn?”

I picked my mouth up from sucking Jenn’s clit, “UM in a minuteMMMMmmmm” I went back to eating Jenn. Her pussy tasted sweeter than I’d ever imagined, and I’d spent many many hours imagining this exact thing.

“Just relax,” my sister said. Whatever, I thought.

Lips kissed my back, my right buttock, then my left.

My sister spat.

I gasped as her hot saliva ran down my crack into my ass, tickling my balls as it dripped off. I felt a thumb part me, then suddenly a tongue was probing at my rectum. I flinched involuntarily but my sister was waiting and caught my hips, pulling my asshole inexorably to her soft, darting tongue.

No one had ever licked me back there before. In fact, my sex life had been utterly vanilla up to this point, a bit of missionary fumbling with the few girls I’d been with. I think I could count the times I’d fucked with the lights on on one hand. Her tongue felt incredible, soft, slightly ticklish, but so horny, so naughty and arousing. She licked around my pucker, then used her whole mouth to suck it, circled it quickly with her tongue, then kissed it firmly with both lips. She began to fuck my ass with her tongue, getting into it with her jaw, moaning and grunting with exertion. I could feel my butt open up, wanting her tongue deeper. She was way past the rim, her tongue long and firm, slippery and hot inside me.

My sister’s attention to my ass drove me over the edge. I attacked Jenn’s sex with renewed fervor opening her, a thumb pressed up against her rectum, one in the opening of her pussy, while I sucked hard and rhythmically on her clit. Her moans were reaching a crescendo.

My mind went blank, white hotness washing out my vision and obliterating every sense, the world receding at lightning speed.

“OHDONTSTOP…..OHHHH….I’M GONNA CUMMMMMM!” she shouted.

Just as her orgasm wracked her body, my sister shoved two fingers up my ass. I reared away toward the bed, fearful, but her firm hot hand caught my cock, stroking me, and I was helpless.

“Relax, Ben. I just pushed a roll up there, you’ll love this…and I want you to return the favor.”

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. The shock of being penetrated had worn off, and now with her hot, assertive hand stroking my cock it began to feel….good. Shame washed over me, followed by a heightened explosion of anticipation and pleasure throughout my whole body. I could feel the roll on the tip of her finger as she ground it into my ass. My face was still buried in Jenn’s crotch, but I was barely able to keep up a rhythm, sporadically nipping her lips, dipping into her honey, licking her clit.

Jenn began to inch down beneath me, suddenly between my legs. Her wet mouth enveloped me, and all sense other than my sister probing my ass and Jenn’s slow cocksucking left me. Jenn’s tongue was molten hot, tight, wet and suddenly very lively. Her hand encircled the base of my shaft, taking me deep into her mouth, almost gagging as my cock hit the back of her throat.

Suddenly Molly was in front of me, caressing my face, kissing my neck and running her hands through my hair, the roll sweeping over my scalp, chemical euphoria rushing down into my groin, tightening my balls.

“Think you can manage one for me?” she said.

“UHHHNN…..do what?” I gasped feebly.

“Slip a roll up my ass, silly,” she said, her eyes dancing. She pressed a pill into my hand.

Not waiting for a response, she flipped over, pulling her shorts down, exposing a pale ass with a bright pink pucker waiting for me, her sex waiting wetly just below.

I went nose first, nuzzling up into her waiting ass, sniffing and snuffling, savoring her forbidden scent. I reached out with my tongue and lapped slowly around her rim, down to her pussy, her scent and taste so like her sisters, yet so different. Her flavor a bit stronger, bolder. She wriggled into my kiss. I got one hand up and pulled her ass apart, her little butthole winking at me. I wormed my tongue into her hole, her taste slightly bitter, yet sweet at the same time. Something overtook me then. I savagely sucked and licked her asshole, shoving my tongue in as far as it would go into her tight little rectum, my spit flowed down into her pussy. She reached up underneath herself to frig her clit while I feverishly ate her asshole. Her sphincter opened slightly, then contracted hard when I sucked at it and rimmed her cautiously opening hole.

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