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Falling For Baby Ch. 02

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*Thank you for all your feedback on Chapter 1. I reads all the comments left whether good or bad and it does help me improve on future submissions. I know I been promising Chapter 2, but life dealt me a lot on my plate in both January and February, but here’s Chapter 2 as promise. Feedback is a must. I love my readers, so please keep the love coming. – Caprifreak*

It’s been a long night, indeed. The rays of sunlight peeking through the blinds wakes me from my sleep. We made love three times before retiring to bed last night. I opens my eyes to find myself alone. Alone and VERY hungry.

I wipes the cold from my eyes and start making my way to the shower. As the water cascade down to my body, all the images from last night flooded back. Not only did I fuck my baby sister, I told her I was in love with her. There’s no guilt in how I feel or what we did, but there is an anxiety inside questioning how we going continue this love affair when our mom returns next week.

I finished showering, put on a tank top and shorts before heading downstairs for breakfast. There was a note left on the table.

Morning love. I hope you slept well. I know I did. You looked so cute and content, I didn’t want to wake you.Tracy came this morning and we headed to the mall. Be back soon.

Love ya,

Your Baby

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Meanwhile, Tracy and Bree is in the mall going from store to srore taking their pick from the latest fashions. Tracy notice a difference in Baby.

“What or who done got into you girl?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play coy with me bitch. You know exactly what I mean. There’s a glow about you today.”

“Ok. You got me. I can’t say much, but when the time is right, I promise to tell you everything. elazığ escort All I’m going to say that I’m in love and it’s someone you know.”

“Who? Girl, you gotta tell me.”

“I promise in time I tell you everything, but not now.”

“Lucky bitch. You ain’t shit.” Tracy said playfully hitting Baby’s arm.

They paid for the clothes they picked and headed out the mall. In the car, Tracy continued the investigation, curious about the mystery guy, but Bree was determined not give anything away. Happiness and pride overcame her. Relieved that she finally got her wish and don’t have to settle for the dogs she came across at school. No longer dealing with guys who looking for quick fuck, using girls as a notch on their reputation. She couldn’t wait to get home to Mike.

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“Hey Bro.”

“Hey Baby. What’s up?”

“On my way home. Just picked up a few things. You sleep well sleepyhead?”

“Best night sleep since we used to sleep together as kids.”

“You better. You gonna need all your energy for when I get there.”

“Oh. Is that so? Then, in that case, I’m gonna hold you to that and see you when you get here.”

“Ok Mike.

“Alright Baby.”

I got off the phone with a major boner in anticipation of the havoc me and my newfound love was going to set. I been working in the yard for the duration of Baby’s absence. I needed a shower. In the shower, my erection became almost intolerable, but I had to hold the urge until Baby gets back.

I dried off and headed to my bedroom to get dressed. I got as far as putting on a pair of boxers and a tank top when I was surprised from behind by my sis. I didn’t even hear her come in the erzincan escort door. She walked up and grabbed my crotch from behind.

“It looks like someone really missed me.”

“If you keep doing that, I’m gonna show you how much I really missed you.” I replied.

“Oh really? Well, I’m having second thoughts. So, maybe I should just leave.”

She reached for the door knob, but I grabbed her wrist from behind. I started grinding my pelvis into her round ass and kissed her on the neck.

“Still having second thoughts?”

“You going have to do more than that to change my mind or maybe I should call Mom right now and tell her how bad of a brother you been, that her only son is a sister fucker.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try Me Michael.”

I wrestled her to the bed, pulled her shirt over her head, and sucked her on her firm tits. Her nipples were already hard before I pulled her shirt off, poking through the material like a couple bullets that landed in the middle of the bullseye at the firing range. I took a nipple in my mouth and then the other. I could tell from the moans escaping her mouth, that I had her close without even touching her pussy.

“Oh Mike, please stop teasing me. Fuck me now. I need you in me RIGHT NOW!”

With that, Bree started writhing under me as she exploded into her first orgasm. As she came down from her orgasmic bliss, I took the opertunity to free my cock from the restraints of my shorts. I stripped her of her skirt and pulled her black thong to the side as I entered her in one swift thrust from behind.

“Fuck me. Fuck your baby sister hard.”

I grabbed her hips and gave her the drilling of a lifetime. Then, I just got the idea of being rough with her, which only spurred her on even erzurum escort more. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK SMACK.

“Oh shit. Spank my ass. Spank your slutty sister. Oh yeeeeaaa. Fuck your slutty incestious baby sister. Make me cum.”

At that moment, I could feel the cum boiling up from my balls to the point of no return. Her pussy clamped down on my dick as she started her orgasm, triggering mine. Five thick shots of semen filled her cunt as I collapsed on top of her.

“Damn, I love you so much Baby. We could stay like this forever.”

“That would be great.”

What they didn’t know was Tracy was standing in the doorway and had seen quite a show. Tracy had returned to the house to drop off one of the bags Tracy left in her car. She knocked on the door for a good five minute before realizing the door was unlocked. She went upstairs and walked in on the pair.

“OhhhMyyyGodd…”

They turned around and found Tracy standing in the doorway. Tracy ran out and headed for the front door. Baby threw on Mike’s t-shirt and made a beeline downstairs.

“Trace wait.”

“What? There’s nothing to say really. I just would’ve never guessed that my so-called friend would be fucking her own brother. My God Bree, did you ever stop and think about how this looks.”

“I know Trace, but you don’t get it and I hope that you’ll eventually understand that I love him. I don’t mean like how a sister should love a brother. I mean I’m so in love with him.”

“Let me get this straight, you two are in love with each other. You are so fucked up in the head. I can’t even talk to you right now. I’m outta here.”

Stream of tears roll down Baby’s eyes as the door slammed shut. Unanswered is whether or not her best friend will ever speak to her or will she expose their incestious affair to everyone they know. She couldn’t even find the strength to go back upstairs to Mike. She wanted to die at that moment, haunted by the memories of the past couple of seconds, which felt like hours. She curled herself on the couch and sobbed into the seat cushion.

To Be Continued.

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I had just gotten up to go to the bathroom. I was about to bust a bladder and had a great boner to boot.

As I approached the bathroom I heard some muffled noises and gently peeked through the door that was slightly ajar.

I need to clarify that I worked midnight’s at a foundry that was close to where I lived. I slept during the day and was up by the time my brother and sister came home from school. This day was no different with the exception that I had to pee in the middle of the day.

As I peeked through the slightly open door I saw my step mother was on the john and was apparently playing with herself. I play with myself so I wasn’t about to interrupt her.

As I stepped away from the door I heard her call my name.

I came back to the door and asked her what she needed.

“Come in here a minute.” She said.

I entered the bathroom and stood there very awkwardly.

“What did you see just now?” she asked.

“I just saw you wiping yourself” I lied.

She looked at the front of my briefs and said “That thing says you are lying. How come it’s so large and hard?” she asked.

“I just woke up with it” I said. And that was the truth.

“Well come a little bit closer so I can see what my wiping myself did for you.”

I stepped closer and she gently reached out and took my dick in her hands. She pulled my shorts down and was looking at it like it was a prize strawberry or something.

She began to slowly stroke it and I began to go into shock.

I liked the feel of her warm hand.

Slowly she began to move towards it and suddenly she had the head of my dick in her mouth.

She began to suck it ever so slowly.

“I’ve been needing one of these for two tokat escort days and couldn’t imagine where I could find one. Then by miracle of all miracles one gets dropped in my lap. Or should I say, In my mouth?”

As she sucked I was getting close to cumming. Ever so close.

“You probably had better stop” I said.

“Why?, are you afraid we’ll get caught?”

“No” I said “I’m about to cum”

And with that she shoved my cock down her throat and began to suck it in earnest. That was all it took, I began to shoot my cum down her throat, because that’s where the head of my dick was. In her throat. She was moaning and groaning.

“M-m-m-m-m-m” she cooed. “That’s the best cum I’ve had in a while”

For the moment I was shot. My wad was shot and my energy was gone. I sat down on the edge of the bathtub to get my breath back. She just looked at my dick and licked her lips.

“Is that all you got?” she asked kind of pitiful like.

“No, If I get a chance to catch my breath I can probably go again. ” I said.

She slid off of the stool and down between my legs and began to stroke my dick slowly. She picked the head up and began to suck it very gently. True to form he began to spring back to life. Slowly at first but then as he got harder

it began to stand by itself. She began to suck on my dick hard and was getting a little rough with it. I liked that. She could get as rough as she wanted to with it.

She bent down on all fours and pointed to her cunt.

“Put that thing in there where it belongs” she said. “Put it in as deep as it will go and fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you know how. You do know how to fuck don’t you?”

Well I was no professional but yozgat escort I was about to give her as much of that dick as I could. I started to put it in her slowly. Foolish me, I thought I might hurt her. Just about the time I got the head in her she slammed her ass back on me and engulfed my whole dick in her cunt. I almost came right there. I had had a few sexual encounters but I had never had a woman impale herself like that on me. Like she wanted it and really needed it.

I pulled back and grabbed her by the hips and slammed my dick back into her as hard as I could.

“That’s it. That’s it. Fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me so hard that I can’t stand up. Fuck me till I cum. Fuck me, FUCK ME-e-e-e-e”

Damn, lady I was doing the best I could. I began to slam her as hard as I could. I mustered up all the strength I could and crammed it to her. I found plenty of strength to fuck her with.

I heard her begin to whimper and I thought I had hurt her. I began to slow and almost withdrew my dick from her cunt. “Don’t you dare. You fuck that pussy as hard as you can and until I tell you to stop.”

She began to shudder. I didn’t know it then but she was having an orgasm. She shook like I had poured ice water on her .Then she fell forward and just lay on the floor. I pulled my dick out of her and rocked back on my heels. I thought she was probably spent for the day so I got up and sat on the stool.

“That is probably the best fuck I have had in weeks. Maybe in months. I needed that. I have been horny for several days and couldn’t think of where I could get a dick to satisfy me and it was here in the house all the time. You are good” she told me. “I hope we can do this some more”

I zonguldak escort was just about to get up and wash my dick off and go back to bed when she reached out and took my dick in her hand and began to stroke it slowly.

“Would you like to try something else before you go back to bed?” she asked

“I’m game” was all I could say.

She reached in the medicine cabinet and took out a small jar of Vaseline, opened the lid and took a small dollop out and wrapped her hand around my dick and lubed it well. She took that lubed hand and lubricated her ass. I hadn’t seen where she lubed but I didn’t really care either.

She turned around and raised one leg up on the toilet stool lid and showed me her ass hole. I got the idea but didn’t know for sure. I approached her slowly and let the head of my dick approach her asshole. She slowly began to push back towards me. Slowly engulfing my dick into her ass. I had never had this experience before and was just about to blow my wad watching it disappear into her ass. I couldn’t stand it any more so I just crammed it in her as deep as I could go.

She screamed. Loudly. And then she began to fuck my dick. Over and over it disappeared into her bowels. I only lasted maybe thirty for forty strokes and then I blew my wad deep inside her ass.

I almost fell back to the side of the tub. Out of breath and sweating like a stuck hog.

She turned around slowly. Dropped her dress down over her body and gently reached down and kissed me on the lips.

“Now if you don’t say anything to anybody we can do this more often. Like maybe tomorrow. Would you like that?” she said.

I could only nod and wonder what I was supposed to say.

Inside I was screaming “Hell, you know I want to fuck you again tomorrow” but on the outside all I could do was nod.

“Remember, Don’t say anything to anybody and be here tomorrow. OK?”

And with that she kissed me again and pranced out the door. Things were about to take a different twist in this house hold.

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Learning the Ropes Ch. 02

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Chapter 02: Exploring the Ropes

Continuing from Chapter 1 – despite the title of the emerging series, there’s no bondage in this portion. But I will get back to that theme.

After my wife surprised me by tying me up and giving me a mind-blowing blow job, I offered to do something for her, and asked for suggestions…

“Mmmm. Well, cuddle me while we catch our breath, for starters. And after that, well, you know that it was a lot of work for me to be the take-charge one just then. You know the things I like…just do them to me!”

She turns so that her head is resting on my arm and we’re facing each other. I give her a kiss on her nose and smile. “Well, I do have some ideas. Let’s see what happens, then!”

She closes her eyes and smiles and I stroke her bare back with my free arm. I start slowly scratching her back, from the tops of her shoulders to where the small of her back starts to curve back out to her gorgeous ass. Up and down and across, pausing to knead the muscles around her shoulder blades.

Eventually, I run my fingers down her well-toned arm, and intertwine my digits with her own. I lift her hand to my mouth, kissing above her knuckles as one would do a Victorian lady. But next I open her hand and slowly massage the palm, working out to the tip of each finger, caressing each digit and admiring her always-flawless polish job. I give the palm of her hand a passionate kiss, and then more kisses down her taut forearms to her elbow, and then up the creamy skin inside her bicep. I push her away now, onto her back, and free my other arm. I want this to be slow and sensuous, and I take her now-free right arm into my hands.

I start to massage her other hand, and look down at her face. Her lightly freckled forehead is smooth and relaxed, her carefully shaped eyebrows arching delicately over her closed eyes. Her cheeks are lightly flushed, her nostrils flaring slightly from the stimulation. Her lovely, talented lips part just a bit so she can breathe a small sigh. I allow myself a moment to take in her beauty, and think about this amazing gift of a woman that went so unappreciated for so long. I can’t undo the past, but I want to show her how much I need her in my life now. I know that great sex won’t solve all our problems, but I can’t make time, the key ingredient in our slow return to one another, move any faster. So I look back at her arm, planting another tender kiss in the crook of her mecidiyekoymarka.com elbow.

I move then up her arm to her shoulders, and run one hand up her side, stroking the soft skin on the side of her breast. I place my lips there next, mirroring my slow ascent of her right globe with my fingers on her left. Mouth and fingers inch towards her nipples, their brown nubs tightening and protruding from the aureole. Goosebumps appear there, and a more forceful sigh escapes my lover’s lips. Finally I close in on my prey, and flick one nipple with my tongue, and the other with my finger.

After a few assertive tongue lashes, I purse my lips and blow. I’m close enough that I can feel her skin cool before I open my mouth and devour the tip of her breast. I rub her with my tongue as hard as I can. I pinch the other side a little tighter, rolling the rubbery skin between my fingers.

She starts to moan a bit, shifting her hips on the bed. I know that this is making her juices flow, and I long to taste them, but want to make her wait a bit longer. I switch sides, moving between her legs to better assault her left nipple with my tongue. She lifts her hips, wanting pressure on her dampening sex, but I keep my legs just out of reach. I begin to reverse my earlier trip, kissing and nibbling my way down her boob to her rib cage.

She runs her hands through my hair, and I briefly consider restraining them with the rope, but I have a different exploration in mind today.

I stick my fingers inside her panties and slide them down her legs, and can smell how hot she is and how badly we both want to get my tongue wrapped around her clit. But patience is a virtue, and so I start a leisurely trip up her leg starting at her ankle. I’m not a foot guy, but a well-defined ankle is a basic must for me as an unabashed leg man. The legs don’t have to be long, but when they’re firm, with a bit of muscle showing and a slender, strong ankle at their base, I want to devour them.

And so I do – kissing her calf, the back of her knee and then moving up her inner thigh. I try to tease rather than tickle, but she seizes up at one point and shrieks. I apologize and start in again closer to my target. Her delicate skin gives way to coarse hair. I open my mouth wide and suck in as much of one of her outer labia as I can, evoking a moan from the head of the bed. I do the same on the other side, and then move my fingers plusescort.com up, gently spreading her flower open for me.

Her inner lips are slick with her dew, and I put my tongue at the bottom and swipe up, sliding inside of her as far as I can go. I pull back and start again at the bottom and lift my whole head until my tongue reaches her little nubbin. I flick back and forth across it, and get an appreciative “Yes!” in response.

Unable to wait any longer, I plunge in, covering her clit and the surrounding area with my mouth, sucking it in and bearing down with my tongue. She spreads her legs wider to give me better access. I moan myself, adding those subtle vibrations to the thrashing her clit is getting from my tongue. My hands reach under her legs and up to her breasts, and I pinch each nipple lightly between my fingers, rolling them back and forth in rhythm with my oral assault on her magnificent pussy.

“Oooh,” she moans. “That feels so good. Put something inside me, too!”

I lift my head just long enough to wet my middle and ring fingers in my mouth, and then slide them into her vagina. I make a few in-and-out strokes and then concentrate on the area just inside her opening, using the pads of my fingertips to massage back and forth on her upper wall as I continue to lick and suck her clit.

“Yeah, that’s it. Keep doing that,” she begs.

I keep it up for another couple minutes, but I have another idea. “Hold on a sec,” I say in response to her whimpers, when I get up and move to the edge of the bed. I duck my hand into the toy cabinet and grab a couple of things and then turn over onto my back. “Come get on top of me, baby,” I ask.

She looks over and says, “Well, hello, there!” when she notices my newly hard cock sticking up from my middle. I open the condom packet and roll it on my member, and then she obligingly gets up on her knees and swings one leg over me. Arms on either side of my head, she leans in for a deep kiss, then says “I don’t know if I can come like this, sweetie. And I need you to make me come – you do it so well.”

“Let’s see what we can do,” I suggest, and reach down to hold my prick up. She obliges, and lines her soaking twat up and slowly sits back, sinking me into her.

As she starts to rock back and forth, I reach under the pillow for my other prop, and turn the end to start it up. I pull the buzzing vibrator out and her eyes widen in topkapiescortbul.com surprise. “I thought this might get us at least closer to the holy grail of coming together – no faking required,” I explain.

I pull her down to me for a long kiss, tweaking her nipples as I thrust up into her. Her wet warmth grasps my penis, and I thrust up and stay there, grinding my pelvis into this gorgeous woman, almost wishing we could stay like that forever. I start stroking again, knowing I have some catching up to do if we’re going to make this work. The buzzing numbness of sexual ecstasy slowly starts creeping up the back of my neck, and so I push my lover to sit up. Once back on top, she leans back slightly and uses her strong legs to work me in and out of her.

I take the vibrator and tease her a bit with it up the inside of her legs, but move quickly to our meeting point. I slip a finger between us and find her love button and strum it a few times, then replace it with the toy.

“Mmmh. Oooh,” she says, eyes closed as she concentrates on the feelings gathering in her groin. I feel her walls convulse slightly and envelop my member, and I start thrusting up again. Somehow I manage to keep pushing into her with my hips while keeping the vibe on target, allowing my wife to lean back and just enjoy the sensations. My balls begin to ache a little as they start to draw up, and I see her brow creased in concentration, her lips alternately pursed tightly and slightly agape as she moves closer to her own reward.

The buzzing plastic sends tremors along my dick through the walls of her delicious canal, and I can tell I’m getting closer to another face-melting orgasm. Now I know why the ladies love these things so much! As I reach the point of no return, I hear her “yeah, yeah, yeah,” letting me know she’s right on the edge. Her contracting, vibrating vaginal walls are gripping me and making this feel incredible.

I make one last stab towards her womb and my jizz starts to fill the condom. My explosion pushes my spectacular wife over the edge into her own blissful orgasm, and she gasps, throwing her head back and moaning as it washes over her body. I start to pull the vibrator away, but she grabs my wrist to keep me there, enjoying the aftershock rippling through our joined bodies.

We gasp for a few moments, and then I reach for her to pull her back close to me. The warmth of her body against mine comforts me, as I slowly shrink and fall out of her. I stroke her hair and caress her back as we wordlessly enjoy the moment. My enormous good fortune, nearly squandered, to be with this person who fulfills me in so many ways rushes into my consciousness, and I wrap my arms around her to pull her close, praying that we’ll never be pulled apart.

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Family Battle Ch. 03

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Ch. 03: Battle Continues

After two intense battles that included each of us using sex as a weapon, it was clear there was no turning back. Even an attempt to apologize after the first fight between us failed miserably and saw us rolling around on the floor again locked in a physical confrontation. I knew mom worked out regularly and kept in tremendous shape, but this was insane. I was overcome with confusion as to what was happening between us, but the more I thought about it the more certain I became that I was not going to give in to her. This had escalated to a completely different level between us now and we were both determined to assert complete domination over each other by any means necessary, even if that included sexual tactics.

I was able to defeat her the first time, but I guess you could say the second match ended in a draw. When I left her house we agreed to meet the very next night. I would tell the wife that I had to help mom with some work she was doing around the house after work. That would afford us plenty of time.

I even left work a little early that afternoon. When I got to my mom’s house, the front door was open so I walked right in. I started taking off my suit as soon as I closed the front door as I heard mom say she was downstairs in the basement waiting for me. By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs I was stripped from the waist up. I saw mom waiting for me, stripped naked already with hands on hips. I quickly finished undressing and stood up. Mom glanced down at the raging hard-on I was already sporting and flashed an evil grin. We didn’t need to ask if the other was ready, we just closed the gap between us immediately and reached out to lock up…

…when mom stunned me by smacking me in the face. We said no blows to the face since that would be difficult to explain, so I wasn’t expecting that. Then she grabbed me by the hair and got me against one of the walls before she brought her knee into my erect dick that was sticking up against my stomach. Then she released one hand, measured my dick and landed a solid punch to it, bringing me to my knees. Already I was staggered as she was turning up the heat and intensity of the fight. I was grimacing in pain but determined to meet her blow for blow if that’s what she wanted, so I gathered my senses eskişehir escort long enough to launch a short jab into her waiting pussy which was right in front of my face. She let out a scream and fell to her knees in front of me. Still holding my cock with one hand I was able to land a solid blow of my own to her fleshy but relatively firm tit, contorting her face in pain. That allowed me to reach out with both hands, grabbing her tits and pushing her onto her back as I twisted and squeezed them hard. I was now sitting on her stomach wrenching her tits in my hands as she hammered away at my arms trying to free herself. Not able to, she grabbed my dick and starting pulling on itn hard. It hurt but I thought I was doing more damage to her until she released my dick and grabbed my balls and squeezed…

…I cursed her as I let go of her tits and fell backwards in an attempt to free my balls from her grip. As I fell off her I finally managed to break free but I was in a lot of pain as I was balled up on my side. Mom managed to slowly get to her feet and started kicking me, 4, 5, 6 times while I tried to cover up. I was able to leg sweep her when she went to kick me again, knocking her onto the carpeted basement floor hard. My balls still ached but I climbed on top of her and slapped on a full nelson. Then I started to rub her face first into the carpet as my erection filled the crack of her ass. I even bounced her head off the carpet a few times before I decided to enter her pussy from behind. I deftly manuevered myself until I was able to enter her, still with the full nelson hold on her, and started pounding her hard. Her pussy was invitingly wet with her juices so there was no difficulty sticking my dick in. My mistake was releasing the full nelson hold, but I was feeling cocky so to speak. I yanked her head up by her hair and grabbed her chin with my other hand, squeezing her mouth as I tried to make her say she gave up. I was taunting her a little and it was too early in the fight to do that. I thought it was safe because she was returning my thrusts…I thought I had her close to cumming but she was just fighting me back, trying to weaken me too. Releasing the ful nelson freed her arms and hands and allowed her to grab a good handful of my hair and pull gaziantep escort me off her, yanking my dick out of her pussy in the process.

I rolled over onto my back and she was on me quickly. She sat on my stomach and started choking me with both hands, sliding down until her pussy engulfed my dick again. Our lower bodies were again battling for control over each other as she squeezed my neck with her hands, cutting off my air supply. From underneath her I reach up and grabbed her throat, choking her back. The chokes were not that effective considering the thrusting back and forth our lower bodies were doing, but we were still weakening each other none-the-less. I managed to roll her over as we continued to choke each other face to face but now I was on top of her and able to pound her pussy harder as well. She was losing some steam until her legs tightened around my waist in a vice like grip, making me release her throat as I reached for her legs to ease the pressure on my waist. Our thrusting stopped as well as we focused more on the fight we were in, but my dick was still lodged in her pussy.

I wasn’t going to be able to release her legs with my hands so I just started punching her tits. She tried to cover up but couldn’t and was finally forced to release her leg scissor hold. By now my dick came out of her pussy but she was still on her back in front of me as I was kneeling between her legs. When her legs fell to the floor I lowered my aim with one punch and landed a blow to her pussy which made her yelp in pain and roll over, clutching herself down below. I dropped down on top of her again and this time got her in a choke hold from behind, wrapping my arm around her throat. She thrashed violently underneath me and rolled us around a little before coming to rest on our sides. She had wiggled herself free a little but I still had a good hold on her and was weakening her further. She was able to reach down and grab my dick and start jerking me off. There was no way I was going to put her out before she made me cum so I reached down and started fingering her as she jerked me off. I think I was doing more damage to her again since I felt her hand weakening around my shaft.

I used the opportunity to flip her onto her back and pin her arms over giresun escort her head as I lowered my crotch onto her face and started grinding my erection on her face too. I felt I had her again and wanted to hammer home my victory as I told her to give up. She was still fighting underneath me and before I knew it she had taken my dick into her mouth. A minute ago I thought I was close to beating her and now, even though I still had her pinned she clearly had the upper hand because I was coming close to blowing my load again. I had to back off of her which let her reach up and grab my hair, pulling my head down. I stretched my legs out and fell on top of her in a full body pin. I reached down and grabbed her hair too as our bodies came together again from head to toes. My dick was not in but grinding against her pussy as the sweat built between our bodies, chests rubbing chests, stomachs mashed together, legs tangled in a mutual grapevine hold with feet braced against each other. I started to choke her again and she moved her hands from my hair to around my throat again too as our lower bodies continued to grind against each other. It wasn’t long before we both came to orgasm considering the heightened state of arousal we were both in and inflicted upon each other. My jizz shot straight up between our stomachs as her body tensed up underneath me and her juices spilled out of her onto my lower cock and balls.

We were still choking each other but had eased up a lot due to the orgasms. I was able to land some quick rabbit punches to her tit which dropped her hands to her side. I used the chance to pin both wrists above her head with one hand, slid up a little and continue to punch her in the tit and stomach too. The stomach shots left my hand full of the cum I shot up between us that was now smeared all over our upper bodies. A few tit shots and two good punches to her gut left her winded and beaten. She didn’t have to say she gave up, she was done fighting, but I wanted to make her say it after what we’d been through. I stood over her and stomped on her stomach for good measure, and getting a footful of cum on the heel of my foot, before smearing it all over her face in a victory pose all the time telling her to say that she gives up. I stuck my toes all around her nose and mouth, rubbing the cum all over until she finally admitted her defeat to me.

I quickly cleaned up and got dressed to leave. As I was heading out the door I heard her say I would have some more work to do around the house on Thursday so I better be there early. I yelled back no problem, I would be happy to do some more repars…

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Creampie

Reading the first chapter first will fill you in on who the characters are and what happened earlier. Strong sexual activity.

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Jess awakened and found that he had slept the whole night. He remembered the earlier evening he had spent with Lynn and Peg and could not believe what had happened. He reached under the cover and found his hard on knowing most of it was from needing to pee but remembering last night sure added to it. He wondered if he would even be able to pee as hard as he was or would he have to cath himself. Being a paraplegic from above his hips down sometimes caused trouble. Jess had about 80 percent of the feeling in his penis and some feeling in his thighs but nothing anywhere else below. He had been that way since birth as something had not gone right when his spinal cord formed. His legs were just skin and bone and the left one was about 2 inches shorter than the right.

He had run into, almost literally, the two women at the mall and both of them also had birth defects it turned out. Lynn, after some amputations, had only a very short right leg stump and a short left below the knee stump. Peg had no arms at all and even all her shoulder was gone on the right side. They were non identical twin sisters, lovers and devotees of men in wheelchairs. Josh wore his long leg braces all the time and the women were awed by him in his wheelchair. That led to the evening of sex with both of them and the first time for all of them.

Jess moved over onto his wheelchair and into the bathroom. No he could not pee even after he got into the shower so he used the cath kit he brought with him and got his bladder empty. It was very full and he was glad he had not had an accident in bed. He got cleaned up and had some toast and tea for breakfast. It being Sunday he got his chores done and decided the grocery store was next. Later when he got to his computer and checked his email he found one from a strange address unknown to him. He opened it and started reading and realized it was from Peg! She told him how grateful she was for last night and that he had not rejected her for her deformities but instead had treated her so well as her first sex partner. She did not realize how much enjoyment there was fucking. Yes, as he knew, she and her sister were lovers but it was nothing like what they did. Lynn told me about her time with you and how well you treated her also. Thank you again and we are both looking forward to having you here next weekend. By the way, I use my toes to type on the keyboard of my computer, let me know if you would like to talk more this way later.

Jess immediately sent a reply and said yes I am glad we can talk this way and they did several times during the next week. Time flew by and Friday evening finally got there. Jess showered, shaved all his pubic hair and finished in the bathroom. He had decided to wear his older set of braces, HKAFO’s. He had thought about it and was going to try and stand with the hip belt on and see if he could fuck the girls that way instead of having them do all the work. Maybe the kitchen table or something else that was the right height for them to get on their backs and him stand at their cunts and get his cock in them. He would use his arms to pull himself in and out. They also had the old fashioned boots attached to the braces and the left boot was built up to account for the shorter leg. He thought the girls would love them. It was hard to get them on with no help but he managed and then added a “D” ring around his balls and the base of his cock and a couple of 1 inch cock rings around the base of his cock. He also took a 20 mg Cialis. With no underwear on he was obvious with his legs spread.

Jess wheeled up to the door and rang the bell. The door opened with both girls there. Lynn said hi and Peg had a huge grin on her face as usual. They moved out of the way so he could come in and he noticed they were dressed the same. Lynn had her prosthetic legs on and using her crutches and they both had short skirts on. The tops they had on were spectacular; it was some kind of fine fabric that as it draped over their upper bodies printed everything. It seemed to hug their breasts and formed around their areolas, nipples and breasts. On Peg it showed her empty shoulder and chest wall on the right side and shoulder socket on the left. It hugged Lynn’s slightly larger breasts. On both it came to just above the waist band on their skirts leaving and inch or so of skin showing.

Lynn invited him into the family room and they sat in front of him. She looked a little nervous and she told him that things had changed in the last 30 minutes. She had a call from a close friend that would be coming into town shortly. She worked in a VA hospital and was a quad amputee. The person that usually traveled with her was sick and she was wondering if Lynn could stay with her for the two days she was in town as she needed help with having no limbs. Lynn shyly told him they were also lovers and she wanted to do so. Would he mind staying with Peg and helping her for that time? Before he could answer Lynn said there would escort bakırköy be a bonus also. She was bleeding and Horney as hell. Peg gave her silent laugh nodding her head. Jess said he would enjoy the bonus but it was not necessary, he would be glad to stay with Peg. Lynn looking relieved leaned over and kissed him and Peg looking delighted kissed him also with lots of tongue.

Lynn told him about the dinner reservation she had made, and for the two of them to go on and enjoy it. She added she would miss out on the fun but it would be good for the two of them to have some alone time and besides, she would have her own “company”. They talked a little more then Lynn removed her prosthetic legs, got on to her wheelchair, and left. Peg went to the kitchen counter and moved what looked like a calculator in front of her. She got a 6 inch stick in her mouth and punched some keys. When she was done she pushed one last key and the devise said you look very sexy today, I like the boots and fixed braces on them. Jess was surprised at the devise and Peg looked proud as punch that now she could talk with him. He rolled up beside her to look at it and then they kissed passionately. He then looked her over good then into her eyes and she licked her lips. Peg typed am I dressed ok for you, want to put a different top on me? Jess said you are beautiful and I am proud to be seen with you just like you are. Peg typed you look like your penis is hard, are you ok? Anything you want me to do before we go? Jess looked down and said no, you can fix me when we get back. It is what happens when I am around you.

She said she was going to leave the pad at home and he could learn to read her lips more and Jess said fine with him. They went out to his van and he helped her into her seat. He pulled the seat belt over her and then got on the lift and into the van. When they got to the restaurant the valet showed him where to park since there was no seat for him to be able to drive. Jess got out and undid the seat belt for Peg and helped her out. They were both sure every eye was on them and loved it. Both were very proud to be as crippled as they were and did not mind showing it off.

When they got inside the hostess showed them to their table and gave Jess the menu and told him who their server was. She and Peg exchanged a knowing smile and then left them alone. Jess had seen the exchange and asked Peg if she was a close friend and Peg shook her head no. Jess said she looked like she wanted you and Peg smiled and slowly nodded her head. Peg slowly mouthed the same look you have. They both laughed and Jess asked what she wanted to eat. Peg got another huge grin and Jess said we can eat each other for desert later. She licked her lips slowly and said ok. They decided and the server took the order from Jess. While they were waiting Peg asked if he was going to mind or be grossed out taking care of her. He said absolutely not. I am glad we are going to have some time alone like this. He reached out and put his hand on her knee. She closed her other knee on it and he slid it up her thigh. They were sitting side by side but the table cloth hid everything. As his hand slowly moved upward, Peg opened her legs wide inviting him further. He reached her panties and his finger felt the sanitary pad. He withdrew his hand and she looked disappointed. He said I will give you all you want later.

The server brought their food and Jess started feeding Peg first, then took some bites of his food. He told her he wished she could feed herself but understood with the short skirt on why she was not. He added that he loved to feed her, thought it was very sensuous. Peg was sitting up very straight which thrust her breasts out and he could see her nipples and areolas were very hard. The empty, long sleeves pulling the top down tighter against her empty shoulders just added to his stimulation. His Cialis and the cock rings were working to make and keep him hard as a rock and Peg had noticed it again. Peg mouthed slowly in my bloody cunt later? Jess asked if that is what she wanted and Peg mouthed oh yes, please fuck me with it. Absolutely he said. They enjoyed their dinner and an after dinner drink then headed back to her place. After they were back in the van Peg gave her silent laugh. At a light she mouthed I bet I got more offers on the way out from women than you did and Jess laughing said no bet.

They got home and back into the house and Jess asked when did you start your period? Peg said last night. He asked if it was a heavy flow and Peg said oh yes, always the first two or three days. Do we need to check your pad he asked and Peg nodded yes and mouthed ok with you? He said no problem and they headed to the bathroom. Peg had him undo her skirt and she stepped out of it. He put it on the back of his wheelchair and then pulled her panties down and added them to the skirt. Next was her blouse. She had a Kotex and belt on and he pulled it down her legs. It had quite a bit of blood on it. After she stepped out of it he figured how to remove the tails from the belt and then şirinevler escort wrapped it in TP and put it in the waste basket. He looked into Pegs eyes and she looked embarrassed. He pulled her face down to his and kissed her then said don’t worry about it; it’s what two people do for each other. Besides remember, this is my first time also. Peg smiled and said ok, shall we get in the shower and fuck, easier to clean up after. Jess said great idea. Do you have a tampon in also and Peg nodded her head.

Jess said let me get rid of my clothing and braces and then we will get rid of it. Can I watch you she asked and he said of course. They moved back to the bedroom and Jess got his shirt off then transferred to the bed to remove his pants and braces. It was then that Peg saw the cock rings he had on and how hard he was. She immediately moved to him and got him down her throat. He was very slippery with pre cum and slipped down her throat to his balls. She tongue lapped at him and he pushed her head away before he came telling her about it. She mouthed she did not care where he came in her she just wanted his cum in her someplace. They kissed and she moved her breasts up to his mouth. As he sucked hard on her nipples his hands moved to her empty shoulders and he started massaging them. Peg finally got off him and noticed blood on her thigh. Shower she mouthed and moved into the bathroom while Jess finished getting his braces off. It took some doing since he had his HKAFO’s and boots on but he finally joined her in the roll in shower. When she stood there was blood on the bench.

Peg moved up close to him and he knew it was time to pull the tampon out. They were looking into each other’s eyes as she spread her legs and he ran his hand up one of her thighs. He felt the string hanging down and then asked her if he just pulled on it. She nodded her head yes and he started to pull. He could feel how sticky her pussy lips were and knew his hand was bloody. There was some resistance but he could tell it was coming out. It dropped into his hand and he moved it from in between her legs. It was very saturated with blood as he finally looked down from her eyes. Peg looked at it too then their eyes met again. He was smiling big time not wanting her to be upset and she grinned back at him. He dropped it on the floor out of the way and when their eyes met again she was mouthing please fuck me now.

Jess put the chest belt Lynn used around his chest then put a folded towel alongside each of his thighs so she could kneel there. Peg understood how it was going to happen and knelt on the bench over him. He kissed his way up and she knelt down getting one of her nipples in his mouth. They then kissed passionately and then Peg looked down. As she had spread her legs blood had run out of her and all over his hard on as it stuck up at her. She did not seem to mind now and scooted closer to him. She lifted a little and he guided his already blood covered cock into her dripping cunt. She sat on him and right away they both could tell the difference. Jess on his blood soaked penis and Peg’s pussy, and how it felt now from the last time they had fucked with only the natural sex lub present. It seemed to be warmer and not as slick but slightly sticky. It felt fantastic to both of them as his big long cock slid up her cunt and banged into her bloody cervix. Jess had both arms around her holding her on and she bucked up and down. Again their eyes locked on each other and then Peg mouthed pull nipples hard. Jess moved one hand to a breast and did just that. He noticed it was dark purple and grabbed it pulling outward and upward. Peg’s head went back and it looked like she let out a long howl. She slammed down on his cock and legs and he could feel her orgasm as it gripped her and his cock. It sent him over and he poured cum at her cervix.

He held her tightly as she worked through her cum making small fucking movements on his cock. He could feel every one of them and sort of wished he could return the motion. But he also knew she loved him being totally paralyzed. As they came down they both felt the mixed juices flow out of her cunt on to Jess. He relaxed his grip some so she could look down between her legs. He was still hard and asked if she needed to go again and Peg said no, later. She put one foot on the tile floor and lifted up with even more running out of her and down her leg. Jess said fantastic! Peg just shrugged her shoulder like what the hell. Jess turned the water on and started rinsing her off then himself. When he had most of it off Peg got his attention and mouthed would you please shave my pussy hairless. Jess said glad too and had her sit on the bench.

There was shaving stuff in the shower and he managed to get down off the bench and between her legs. She was already too wet to use the trimmer so he just went ahead and started in putting shaving cream all over and using a razor. He had her scoot forward and started at the bottom by her ass and worked his way up. He used his other hand to hold her pussy lips in various positions to get escort ataköy the stubble off as she was already shaved there. She oozed a bloody cream as he was working and it distracted him sometimes. She was watching closely and had a grin on her face watching him react. It took three razors but he finally had all the hair removed from the whole area and then did her legs all the way from her foot to her shaved pussy. When he was done he asked how she liked it and she said don’t like it, love it, thanks.

Jess had noticed douche bottles and picked one up and inserted it moving it back and forth with the end pointed at her “G” spot. He then squeezed all the liquid in to her like a cum and she did. He held her lips open and let it all run out noticing it had started to clear some. He then inserted a tampon and washed her good. Peg leaned over and they started kissing and he was fondling her breasts. He worked his mouth down her abdomen and between her legs. She tried to resist him but he kept them open and he was able to start licking her slit and up to her clit. She felt fantastic with no hair and soon came again big time. After she looked at him in amazement not believing he had just eaten her while on her period. He told her she was probably as clean as she would ever get after the shave, douche and wash he had given her.

Peg watched him struggle getting back on the bench with his paralyzed, atrophied legs just flopping around. She almost came again. He dried them off and pulled his wheelchair back in and transferred to it. It was late and they headed to bed snuggling up to each other. Jess was behind Peg and had his arms around her with his hands cupping her large breasts.

Lynn was on her way to meet Anita as they had not seen each other for a while. Anita had been in the first Iraq war and a roadside IED got her. It blew her legs and left arm off and injured her right arm so much it was taken just below the elbow. It was so badly injured it is not much use even with a prosthetic hook. Her above elbow amputation on the left arm was much better functioning and that was the side she wears her hook prosthetic on. Her legs and hips are gone, a bilateral hemipelvectomy, and she sits in a fiberglass bucket so she could sit upright. She works at a VA hospital in another city and was in town for a meeting.

Lynn got to the hotel, unloaded from her van in her wheelchair and headed up to Anita’s room. She knocked on her door and it was opened a few seconds later by a beautiful, small woman in an electric wheelchair. They got close to each other and hugged tightly. They moved into the larger living room and jabbered away. Anita told Lynn how much she appreciated her coming to help care for her since her usual aid was sick. They had become lovers several years ago so Lynn said it was no problem. Anita asked if Peg would be ok and Lynn laughed saying she has a new boyfriend staying with her. There had been a three way visit between them all last weekend. Anita said that was great, nothing wrong with a hard cock now and then. They both laughed and Lynn told her the same guy was finally her first fuck last weekend. Looking at Anita she told her she had missed her very much and wanted her badly right now. Anita said she agreed and they headed to the bedroom. On the way Anita said she loved the outfit Lynn had on, that her one stump showed nicely and how the top was so sexy printing her braless breasts. Lynn said thanks I wore it just for you.

Lynn helped Anita get her prosthetic arm off then removed her top; she had the arm on the outside of the top, and immediately noticed that Anita’s breasts were fuller. Anita saw her expression and said yes, they needed some help so I had some plastic surgery done a few months back. Do you like? Lynn said they looked fantastic and latched on to a large nipple with her mouth for a few seconds. The top Anita had on was long and covered her bottom so she had nothing else on. Lynn removed her top and Anita asked her to rub it on her face, she wanted to feel what it was like. Lynn did and Anita said that feels and looks fantastic. Lynn next got her skirt off and also had nothing else on as usual. She got Anita’s chair alongside the bed and guided Anita over to it. Next she transferred to the bed and helped her get out of the fiberglass shell. Lynn said she should have asked her this first and said do you have to pee? Anita grinned and said now that you mention it, I do.

Lynn got back in her chair and found a cath kit in the luggage and got a wet wash rag and towel out of the bathroom. She got back on the bed and went through the procedure to cath Anita, something she had done many times before. With her legs and hips gone, her lower body just tapered down to a V with only her pubic area left. Her aid kept her shaved and it was simple to do the cath job. When she was done she washed and dried Anita. Lynn crawled up alongside her and pulled her into her arms. They were soon kissing and Lynn moved up offering her breast to Anita’s mouth. She sucked the nipple in and applied very strong suction to the nipple and areola. Anita was able to use her longer BE stump to push on Lynn’s breast as she nursed. They had both talked about getting each other to lactate but never had the time, and then Lynn and Peg moved. Lynn was playing with Anita’s breasts as she sucked. She noticed the different, firmer feeling right away and liked it.

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Mature

It has been more than four years since I’ve posted anything new here. I have a whole bunch of stories in various stages of completion, but this is the first one that I’ve finished in a while (I don’t publish anything until the whole story is completed). The idea for this two part story came to me when I was thinking about all of the people, mostly young women, who seem to be famous just for being famous without any discernable talent, and the ways that they manage to stay in the public eye. If you want to think “Kardashian,” I’m not going to disagree. I thought about what it would be like if you were a childhood friend of someone like that. And because this is Literotica, I thought about what it would be like if you had sex with someone like that, back in the day, and then met them, years later, after they were famous.

I put this into Erotic Coupling, but there isn’t a huge amount of sex, and I’ve made no attempt to try to make the lives or work of the two main characters at all realistic. If anything, it is satire, and, I hope, amusing.

To be abundantly clear—all persons in this story engaging in any sexual activity are over 18 years of age.

It was already a good day, and it wasn’t even lunchtime. It’s not every day that you close a deal that pays you millions of dollars in exchange for a new app that you developed. Sometimes it still amazes me that I have a talent for coming up with ideas for popular apps, despite not having the ability to actually create them. I am, though, smart enough to surround myself with a team of incredibly talented coders and marketing experts to bring my ideas to fruition. Today’s deal related to my latest idea, Cityzenz. You may have heard about it—the idea came to me when I was driving, and some moron cut me off. Now, with Cityzenz, if you have your phone mounted and the camera facing out, it takes a picture of the idiot’s license plate, and sends it anonymously to local law enforcement with a brief explanation of their idiocy. And posts it across numerous social media platforms The police were pissed at first, but the politicians saw that it has made people drive more carefully, so they have started to sign on, and this momentum is what is making me richer. My goal was to get totally out before the inevitable litigation.

I’m the guy who came up with Turst, which I thought of in the shower—I mean, why not have a Yelp-like app, but focused not on restaurants, but on just rating the tourist attractions that you visit between meals, but more specific and robust than TripAdvisor, and less annoying? That one took me from couch surfing to my first millions when I sold it to a competitor which took my better guts and replaced the admittedly suboptimal interface. Then, sitting on the toilet one day, I thought that people might want to merge pictures of themselves with their pets. Yep, that turned into Smush. Which was kind of hot for a while, but I was able to cash in before it went cold. And my team and I also spat out Doink, Feldspar and Klobber, by which point, I had made so much money that even after paying my employees generously, I didn’t know what to do with it all. After buying a nice car, a fancy apartment, a few grown-up toys, and a small house upstate, I gave a bunch of it away, quietly, to various charities. So, while I’m still crazy rich, and have actually hung out with Bill and Melinda (once), I pretty much fly under the radar. No parties or openings, and my name isn’t on anything.

It was a beautiful day in New York, and I was feeling good as I left my lawyer’s office in midtown, so I decided to walk back to my apartment on the Upper West Side. I was in the revolving door, when I noticed a commotion on the street. When the door spat me out, I crashed immediately into the back of a photographer trying to take a picture of someone who seemed to be surrounded by a crowd of frenzied gawkers, an entourage and bodyguards. Although I had become a pretty blasé New Yorker since moving here, this level of hysteria piqued my interest, and I tried to see who, or what, was at the center of the maelstrom.

It took me nearly a block of walking to be able to get a clear view through the crowd, and when I saw who was causing the commotion, I felt a pit in my stomach. I pushed closer, trying to work my way through the crowd to get near her. She was still gorgeous. Too much makeup now for my taste, but it was definitely her. She was, of course, dressed to ostentatiously show off her substantial, famous assets, with her blond hair perfectly styled for her face. Normally, I would flee from a public situation like this, but seeing her after so long overrode my usual caution. I wedged my way in as close as I could, and when she turned my way, her eyes locked onto mine.

I yelled out, “Linzer!”

She stopped short, causing the crowd behind her to stumble into each other, and the crowd in front to stagger to a halt. A big, bodyguard type rammed into me, and I crashed into a photographer. Then she smiled and yelled, “Tater!” She nodded to the big guy next to me, and I found sislident.com myself inside the perimeter.

“Oh my god, Tater. It’s been years!” She enveloped me in a hug, and I was pressed against her celebrated curves. She smelled, well, she smelled like cheap perfume trying heroically to smell like expensive perfume. I could hear cameras clicking and even flashes going off, and I realized that the anonymity which I had tried so hard to maintain was about to end. Because when the most famous woman in the world hugs you in the middle of midtown Manhattan in front of dozens of paparazzi and even more regular citizens with cell phones, your cover is definitely blown.

The next thing I knew, our scrum was moving again, and I was shoved, with Linzer and a few hangers on, into a limo which began to pull away. Before I could say anything, she said, “Tater, you need to come with me so we can catch up.”

I really had no options, and to be fair, it seemed like a better idea than going home to my empty apartment.

***

It took a series of unlikely events over a number of years for Lindsay Applewood to be my prom date. First, the Applewoods had to have moved three houses down the street from me when I was in fourth grade. Second, we were both the same age, only children, and became friends immediately, spending days traipsing in and out of each other’s houses as if we lived there. Third, by middle school, it became clear that Lindsay was extraordinarily beautiful. Fourth, I was incredibly shy with the opposite sex, and by the time we got to high school, Lindsay had left me behind, in what, in retrospect, was an early manifestation of her need to be the center of attention. I was with the nerdier kids, and she was with the popular ones. She was never great in school, but was precocious in the ways that seemed important back then. Fifth, my first real girlfriend, Angie Newton, decided to break up with me before Christmas break senior year, because, apparently, I wasn’t attentive enough to her needs. By which, she meant, I later found out, that I occasionally wanted to spend time playing video games with my male friends and even, sometimes, just wanted to watch TV or listen to music alone. That she wasn’t attentive to pretty much any of my teenage boy needs apparently didn’t matter.

But the two final events that found me, in a tuxedo, with the most beautiful girl in our class on prom night, were really unlikely. Todd Barrett, Lindsay’s college football star boyfriend, had left his phone in Lindsay’s car, days before prom. Idiot Todd didn’t have any password on the phone, and when Lindsay touched the screen it opened up to a picture of a very naked Todd engaged in some X-rated fun with two very naked girls in their college dorm room, neither of whom were Lindsay. This clear breach of trust gave her the not unjustifiable belief that she had every right to look through the rest of the moron’s pictures, which included a few other candid shots of his cock being put to work in the company of various not-Lindsay girls.

As she later told me, her first instinct was to smash the offending piece of electronic equipment, but instead, she decided to confront the lunkhead with the evidence, hoping, as she said, to have the opportunity to stick the thing so far up his ass that it came out of his mouth. Although that particular indignity did not befall the former All-State wide receiver, his clumsy excuses resulted in, one, a strong kick in the balls by an enraged Lindsay, who then stepped on the phone, breaking it, and two, being informed by his now former girlfriend that he was, contrary to her prior statements, not good in bed, a fact that she would be informing all of the other attractive girls in a three-state area, through the magic of her large social media following.

Heading home in tears, Lindsay retreated to her room until her mother returned home from work. After hearing a somewhat cleaned up version of the events, and commiserating with her daughter, the final unlikely step in the chain began to take shape. Lindsay’s mother called my mother, her best friend, about the events of the day, and it soon became clear to the mothers that the correct solution to the lack of prom dates for their respective children would be for me to escort Lindsay to the affair.

This suggestion was not an immediate hit with either of us. I was a bit intimidated by her at this point. OK, more than a bit. She was way, way out of my league—we weren’t even playing the same game. She was the acknowledged queen of the school, was doing some professional modelling, was rumored to have been with a significant number of guys, including some much older than us, before getting involved with Todd, and we had really not spent much time together over the past few years. Also, I was worried about getting the shit beaten out of me by some or all of the football team out of a misguided sense of loyalty to their teammate.

Lindsay later told me, a bit sheepishly, that she was also not keen on the plan initially, escorttaksim.com because of her concern that her reputation as the alpha girl of our class would be compromised by attending prom with someone who was, at best, a delta, and maybe even as low as a kappa. She had become, to my mind, overly concerned about her reputation, which was a main reason why our relationship had waned. But, she told me, she remembered our childhood friendship fondly, and realized that showing up with me would be worse than having no date at all, meaning that at least I was better than nothing.

Which, even considering my lack of high social standing in high school, was still a bit of an insult. Objectively, I wasn’t bad looking. I was in pretty good shape, had nice hair, and could, if comfortable with my surroundings, carry on a reasonably intelligent and even witty conversation. It was just that I found it hard to talk to the girls who I was attracted to. It wasn’t all girls, because I had no problems talking physics with Jessica Forman, a very smart, friendly and plain girl. But with girls that I thought about in “that” way, I had little confidence, and even less game. My mouth felt full of cotton, and my usually nimble-ish brain slowed to a crawl. But I expected that my initial worries about being with Lindsay would dissipate when we spent time together, and our prior friendship resurfaced, all assuming there was no beat down by Todd and his teammates. Also, there would be alcohol, the great equalizer.

And that’s pretty much how it shook out. She was stunning in a dress that, trust me, was sexier than the more revealing stuff that she wears in public these days. I’m sure our moms have pictures. After an awkward beginning and a little tequila, we started to engage in the fun banter that had characterized our old friendship, and when she pressed against me during the slow dances, I couldn’t have been happier. Or hornier. The prom itself turned out to be pretty amazing, and even better when I saw that Angie had come with some guy who I found out from a plastered Linda Chavez, was her cousin. By the time the thing ended, Lindsay and I were casually holding hands, and it almost seemed as if we had magically become a couple.

Of course, Lindsay was invited to the best after party, being thrown in classic high school cliché style by a rich kid with parents stupid enough to leave the house to a bunch of drunk 18 year olds with raging hormones and little concern for others’ property. As her date, I got to experience this bacchanal, when I would otherwise likely have been with Angie at Calvin Munson’s house drinking Budweiser or worse and eating a 6 foot hero while his parents loomed annoyingly. Luckily, Todd had decided to pass on the prom and postgame festivities, so I avoided getting beaten up.

By about 2 a.m., I was feeling little pain, and had convinced myself that I belonged with both my date and her friends when I felt my arm being tugged. Realizing that it was the beautiful Lindsay, who had changed from her sexy prom dress into a sexy tight short dress that begged the question of how she was able to get into it, and how it didn’t simply tear from the strain of containing her (I was in definitely unsexy jeans and a t-shirt, like pretty much every male at the party), I allowed her to lead me away from the comfortable wall that I was leaning against. In my semi-inebriated haze, I realized that we were walking up a set of stairs, down a hallway that was much longer than private houses should have, and into an empty room whose furnishings were, as best I could tell under the circumstances, limited to a bed. Of course, there were other things in the room, but the bed was pretty much all that I focused on.

I stood there and watched as Lindsay closed the door. There was a pause where neither of us knew what to say. The muffled sounds of the party were still audible, but I was focused on the stunning girl in front of me. Yet I had no idea what she wanted. I mean, I had an idea about what I hoped she wanted, but I couldn’t be sure. Until she turned around and said, “Tater, can you get the zipper?”

Answer, “yes, yes I can.” Somehow, though, I didn’t actually say that out loud, and I found myself unzipping the dress from her neck, down to the curve where the band of her underwear sat on the top of her now world-famous butt. Past the straps and clasps of the engineering marvel that supported the breasts which currently have their own Facebook fan page, Instagram pages and more Tumblrs than are devoted to the President of the United States. Or so I hear. She turned around, peeled the dress from her shoulders, and it dropped to the ground and pooled at her feet. I was, admittedly, paralyzed by the sight, except for one increasingly hard part of my anatomy that seemed capable at that moment of independent action. And when she stepped out of the shockingly tiny pile of fabric, and stood in front of me, clad only in lace panties, the matching push up bra and heels, it became difficult for me to escortbesiktas.com stand, as my blood rushed from my head to support that stiffening part of my body.

Lindsay turned, giving me the full 360 degree view, and said with a smile, “You like?

I gathered a small portion of my wits, and nodded enthusiastically. Words, however, were not forthcoming.

“Tater, if you think that I’m not having sex on prom night, then you don’t know me.”

I knew that I was supposed to say something, and I was able to croak out, “With me?”

Lindsay laughed, sexily. “That’s kind of why I brought you here and had you take off my dress.” Then, she smiled coyly. “Of course, if you’d rather not, I suspect I could find someone interested in this,” she said, gesturing at her body, which one day would be justifiably iconic.

Realizing that I needed to do something, I gathered another portion of my wits and replied, “Of course, I want to.” We were both 18, and there was nothing to stop us.

Lindsay smiled. “Then there’s no reason why we can’t have fun together.” She paused, reached behind herself, unclasped her bra and cast it aside. Now, all these years later, seeing Lindsay’s tits is pretty much one of the easiest things that you can do on the Internet. And I have to admit to having looked at them more than a few times over the years. For old time’s sake, of course. But seeing them live, on her 18 year old body, for the first time, was pretty incredible. Despite their size, they seemed to counteract gravity. “So, Tate, you know what to do, right?”

In retrospect, I think she was asking me to start getting undressed, but unfortunately, I misinterpreted her meaning, which is excusable considering the distracting sight of the topless Lindsay Applewood, the amount of booze I had drunk and the fact that the blood that normally would be in my brain had relocated somewhat to the south. So, instead of just getting naked and getting busy, I had to say, “Actually, no, I’ve never done this before.”

This time, Lindsay was speechless. She put one of her hands over her mouth to stifle a laugh, or a gasp, or something, but all I noticed was the jiggling of her breasts and their swollen red nipples. “Never?”

“No, not once.”

“Why not? You’re a good looking, nice, funny guy.”

She thought that? All of a sudden, I didn’t feel like a total dweeb. “I guess the opportunity never presented itself. I’m kind of shy with girls, and no one really seemed interested.”

“You went out with Angie Newton, right? She wouldn’t?”

I shook my head.

“Did she at least suck your cock?”

Another head shake.

“Hand job?”

Another, sheepish head shake.

“What a fucking prude. You’re better off without her. I mean, Tate, I could think of at least 5 or 6 of my friends who would definitely have fucked you, if I only knew. You should have told me. We’re friends. I would have taken care of you.”

“I guess I was embarrassed.”

She came closer to me, those perfect breasts preceding her, and they pressed against my t-shirt as she hugged me. It was like we were dancing again, except for the part about the naked breasts and lace panties. My cock, which had flagged a bit during the embarrassing confession part of the evening, sprung back to full mast again, and Lindsay ground her crotch against it. “Then, Tate, as your oldest friend, I need to help you out.”

The next thing I knew, her tongue was in my mouth, and I found my hands resting on her now-legendary ass. She pulled back long enough to start taking my shirt off, and I decided to speed things up by virtually ripping it over my head and tossing it behind me.

Then, those full, warm and firm globes, pale white with their darker, large areolae and thick, hard nipples, were pressed against my smooth chest, and we were kissing again, while Lindsay moved us toward the bed.

When she reached the end, she sat down on the edge, undid my belt and pants button, pulling them down carefully, because of my protruding cock. She smiled again, before freeing it from my boxers, which also found their way to the floor. I stepped out of them, leaving me only in my socks, when Lindsay grabbed it. And, being an inexperienced, horny teenager, this was enough to send me over the edge. I shot a stream of cum onto her beautiful face, then a second onto those tits. I could see the surprised look in her eyes, but her hand never left my shaft, and she even gave it a couple of squeezes and pumps before my mortifying eruption ceased.

I was pretty sure that wasn’t the way sex was supposed to go, and was really pissed off at myself. But Lindsay seemed to be completely fine. She actually wiped some of my cum off her face and into her mouth, and seemed the opposite of grossed out. Standing up, cum dripping off her tits onto the floor, she said, “Good, I’m glad we got that out of the way. Now we both can have fun.” It turned out that this was the kind of house that had bathrooms in at least some of the bedrooms, and I watched Lindsay’s amazing butt walk into it, run some water and clean herself off. Despite the weakness in my knees, I just stood there, observing her as she turned and jiggled her way back to me. She wriggled out of her panties, displaying a neatly trimmed patch of blond pubic hair, and pulled back the covers.

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Pt. 6 – Wednesday Morning

A soft click woke me from a deep sleep. I glanced at the clock and noticed it was around 4:30. In the faint light I could see the bedroom door opening. Beth was still cuddled into my side, so it wasn’t her coming back to bed.

“Hello?” I whispered softly as I saw the outline of someone entering the room.

“It’s Denise.” She said quietly as she stepped over to the bed. “I couldn’t sleep and felt the need to talk to someone. I…, I mean, fuck, I don’t know what I mean. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come down.” Denise turned to leave the room; before she could leave Beth spoke up.

“It’s okay honey. Why don’t you come lay down with us?” Beth asked her. I could see Denise hesitate and Beth reached out and grabbed Denise by the hand. “It’s okay. Please, get in bed, between us.” Denise’s shoulders sagged a little and I could see her head nodding. She turned back towards the bed and Beth sat up to let her slide behind her and then between us. We all settled back down and Beth and I cuddled into Denise, hugging her close. Denise was wearing a light tank top and a pair of shorts, making me very aware of the fact that Beth and I were still nude.

We lay like that for 10-15 minutes without saying a word. Eventually Denise started to cry and we just held her tighter, letting her get it out of her system. Finally the sobs stopped and she turned to first kiss Beth and then me.

“Thanks,” was all she said. We cuddled for a few more minutes before Denise continued.

“Beth, I’m so sorry. I crossed a line with Josh, and I could see it as soon as we came into the cottage. I could see the jealousy and anger on your face, likely the same way you could see the envy and desire on mine. I’m not trying to take Josh from you, he’s made it quite clear that you are and will always be his first love, that nothing or no one could change that. I just got so caught up in the moment, it was just so intense, it shook me right to my core, scared me in fact when I felt it. I just couldn’t help but let it out, to tell him that I loved him, that I was in love with him. I just…” Denise’s voice caught as she tried to continue, both of us instinctively squeezed her tighter. I shared a look with Beth and she nodded.

“It’s okay honey, Josh already told me everything. Including the fact that he also told you that he loved you and that we’d try to find a way to make things work. I’m still processing that myself and I’m not yet sure how things will fall out. For now all you need to know is that we both love you very much and that I’ll do my best not to be jealous or angry with you, or with Josh.” Beth leaned over and gave Denise a very deep kiss; I could see tears coming from Denise’s eyes as they kissed.

“Oh thank god! I was all prepared to come in and tell you that I’d leave Josh alone, that I’d step aside to avoid doing anything to hurt you. Then when I came into the room, saw the two of you cuddled together, I was heartbroken. Thinking there was no way Josh could love me like that, that I didn’t deserve that sort of love, I tried to speak and chickened out. I so glad you stopped me before I left.” We hugged her tight and both placed little kisses on her shoulders and neck.

“My love,” I said, “what would ever give you the idea that you don’t deserve to be loved fully and completely, the way I love Beth? Does this all relate to whatever happened before, the love you thought you had found?” Denise just nodded slightly.

“My dear Denise, I think it’s time you told us all about it. If there is any chance of this being able to work out, we need to understand. I know it’s hard; you have to trust us though. Please?” Denise looked at me and I gave her a quick kiss, she looked at Beth who nodded and kissed her as well.

“Ok, I haven’t talked about it much. The girls know, of course, but Mom and Dad only know part of the story. God, over two years later and it still shames me to think about it. I still don’t understand how I ended up where I did. I guess I should just start at the beginning though.” Denise paused for a second and both Beth and I gave have a reassuring kiss and squeeze.

“Take you time honey, it’s your story, tell it however you need to.” Beth said. Have I mentioned just how much I love her? What a woman!

“Thanks. It started in second year of university.” Beth looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I nodded and rolled my eyes slightly. During Denise’s second year of university Beth kept trying to tell me something was wrong with Denise but could never quite figure out what. She had her suspicions, but could never get anything from Denise. I kept telling her that she was reading too much into things. As usual, it turns out Beth was right.

“Although I suspect that you already knew something was up then, didn’t you Beth?” Beth just nodded, not wanting to interrupt. “I figured. Anyway, early in second year I met Mark. He was third year pre-med. Very smart, very cute, very funny, basically everything a girl would want in hatay escort a boyfriend. We met at some Saturday night campus party and hit it off right away. He was so charming, so sweet, I admit I fell for him hard and fast. After the party he walked me back to my dorm, if he had asked or hinted, I probably would have given into my desire and slept with him that night.”

“He didn’t ask or push though. He kissed me good night, a proper first date kind of kiss, and said he’d call me the next day, so we could get together again. He reminded me a lot of Josh actually, right down to the same dorky sense of humor that you just can’t help but laugh at.” I was about to protest when I felt Beth squeeze my hand, and realized, now was not the time. This was about Denise, not me, so I held my tongue.

“Anyway, I was so worked up that I masturbated that night, thinking about Mark ravishing me. I had quite the orgasm, let me tell you. When I got up the next morning some anxiety had settled in. I started thinking, what sort of guy wouldn’t try to take things a little further? Did he not really like me? Was the ‘I’ll call tomorrow’ bit just a line? Probably the same thing every girl thinks after meeting a guy like that. I had myself quite worked up and it wasn’t even 10 in the morning yet. Much to my surprise and delight, Mark called at 10:05. How sad is that, I still remember exactly when he called.”

“He said he couldn’t wait any longer to call and we agreed to go out for coffee. We met at the one of the coffee shops on campus at 11. We chatted until 3 in the afternoon. I mean, you find someone that you connect with that easily, that you can talk to that easily, how do you not fall in love? I was in young girl heaven. That night the dreams of our future life ran through my head, graduating, getting married, kids, him being a successful surgeon, me happily teaching. You try not to get ahead of yourself, but when you think you’ve found prince charming, you just go into fairytale mode.”

“Anyway, we didn’t see each other again until Tuesday night as he had a test that day he needed to study for. We went out for a supper that night, nothing fancy with us being students and all. He had suggested a movie and I suggested something else entirely. We had sex for the first time that night. I won’t lie, it was fantastic. Of course I was so worked up about things that I probably would have thought it was the best sex ever if he only lasted 30 seconds. Mind you, it’s not like I had a lot to compare it too but he wasn’t my first.”

“Things progressed from there. I was in fairytale heaven, the full set of blinders on. Things started subtly at first, little digs here and there about how often I talked with my parents or the girls. The odd comment about something I was wearing or my hair or whatever. Once or twice I commented on it and he just said he was teasing nothing more. You know the way our family is, always with the little jabs and comments; I let myself believe it was like that. Inside though I knew it didn’t feel the same way that it did with the family.”

“By the time we had been dating for 3 months I was probably only talking to Mom and Dad once a week, same with Melanie. Katie had started MUN in the fall and after seeing her almost every day, I was seeing her maybe twice a week. I started to dress a little differently, wore my hair differently, all sorts of sub-conscious little changes. The others knew something was up but I wasn’t having any of it, which of course just reinforced the desire to pull back further. Of course the further I pulled back from the family, the more I started to rely on Mark.”

“It wasn’t long after that when Mark suggested we try something different. He invited a friend of his over, John. I was uncertain, however, at that point I pretty much couldn’t say no to him. I had meet John before and he honestly seemed like a nice guy. That night I ended up fucking both of them. I would suck one while the other fucked me and then they’d switch. I swallowed a load from each of them and took another in my pussy. At the time I actually got into it and enjoyed the sex. I had three or four orgasms.”

“After it was all done, John left. The other times we’d had sex Mark usually stayed the night with me. That night though he claimed he had to do some late night studying and should probably go back to his place. Once he left I suddenly felt dirty and used. I cried myself to sleep that night. It was after that when I finally noticed the change.”

“Mark didn’t call the next day, I was devastated. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. He called the day after and apologized, saying he was so busy with study he lost all track of time. I didn’t really believe it but I was so desperate that I deluded myself. Over the next few weeks Mark became more distant and cold, he started throwing out jabs about me fucking john, that sort of thing. I didn’t even have the courage at that point to defend myself. We continued on that way for a couple ığdır escort of months.”

“Sex with Mark, which I loved at first, became rougher and less satisfying for me. It was as if he was angry at me and was taking it out as he fucked me. I say fucked me because at that point he wasn’t making love to me. Of course until yesterday I didn’t really know what it meant to make love to someone. Josh showed me what it really meant.” Denise squeezed my leg and turned to kiss me. I felt Beth give Denise a reassuring squeeze as well.

“The angrier he got the more I wanted to please him, which it turn just seemed to make him angrier. I was so confused, lost really. I didn’t feel I could tell the girls or parents about it. I became acutely aware of how I had slowly cut them out of my life except for the briefest of contact. Anyway, one day, maybe 3 months after our threesome, I ran into John while I was picking up some groceries. We chatted for a minute or so, fuck, he treated me with more respect at that point than Mark did.”

“Not long after I got back to my room, there was a knock. When I opened the door Mark came barging in. He started yelling at me, going on about me disrespecting him, that I was a slut and screwing around on him. He grabbed my arm and shook me, saying that he saw me with John. I tried to explain and begged him to believe me. I told him the only time I screwed another guy was when he brought John over. That I would never cheat on him, that I loved him. He wasn’t hearing it though. I asked him what I could do to prove it to him.”

“He pushed me over to the bed and came over to stand over me. He pulled his pants down, his cock was hard and pointed right at my face. He told me to suck it and I did.” Denise paused for a minute, clearly upset at reliving the memory. “I never really got a chance to suck him though. After a few seconds he grabbed my head and fucked my face. Shoving his cock down my throat, choking me, I thought I was going to pass out because I couldn’t breathe. He’d pull my head back and fuck me a few times before shoving all the way down my throat again.”

“Finally after what seemed an eternity he came while shoved down my throat. When he was done, he pulled out and slapped my face with his wet cock. He warned me that I better behave myself from now on. With that he left. I broke down as soon as the door closed, I cried until early in the morning. The next day I was a mess, I didn’t sleep, had cried most of the night, so when he came over just after lunch I was hardly thinking straight.”

“He apologized for what happened the night before, how I had to forgive him, it was the pressure of school, it was that he loved me so much he was terrified of losing me, etc. etc. I was so fucked up at that point that of course I believed him and forgave him. He promised never to do it again. After that we made love, it seemed more like it had earlier in the relationship. I let myself think it was all better. I was a fucking idiot.”

“We continued on for another month or so that way. Looking back I realized he had become even more controlling and I had become even more deluded. It finally changed one night, I finally came back to my senses. I was at Mark’s place, just hanging out, when a few of his friends came over, including John. The guys started drinking, with me acting as waitress of course. Before long they were all fairly drunk, especially Mark.” I had a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach, I thought, dear god, what did they do to her? Denise looked at me and smiled suddenly.

“I know what you’re thinking Josh, but this is actually the happy ending.” I shook my head and couldn’t help but laugh. Seriously, how do women do that? “Mark got up from the couch and got me up in front of everyone. He suggested, rather crudely, that I do a striptease for the guys. I was hesitant at first, but he kept at me. At this point my self-esteem was so low that I was desperate for his approval and love. So I agreed. They all clapped, except John, who, as I look back, looked worried and a little angry.”

“Mark threw on some generic hip hop song, the sort of crap that he liked. I started my little dance for the guys, eventually taking off my shirt and pants and I was just dancing for them in my bra and panties. That’s when Mark got up again, clearly horny, and suggested that I should take everything off and see what else I could do for the guys. I was scared to death of where things were going. At that moment it wasn’t the thought of fucking four guys that scared me, no. It was more like, gee if Mark got all pissed off and jealous after the threesome with John, how would he react to me doing two more of his friends. How fucking sick is that?”

“I told him no, that I wouldn’t do it. That I didn’t want anyone other than him. Mark was upset, but I thought he was going to let it go, until one of the other guys, can’t even remember his name now, said ‘hey, I thought you said this one was a player?’ That seemed to get Mark mad, ısparta escort he started to scream at me, that I was disrespecting him in front of his friends, that I should just be a good little slut and do what I was told. From somewhere deep inside a part of me yelled back at him. I said no. That was when he hit me.”

“He slapped me with the back of his hand, right across my face. It hurt like you couldn’t believe, for so many reasons. I didn’t fall down though. I straightened up; blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. I stared right into Mark’s eyes. That slap seemed to wake me from the trance I’d been in since I’d met him. I stared back at Mark and dared him to hit me again. He pulled back to slap me again and John jumped up to grab his hand. Mark told him to fuck off and shoved him down. Then he hit me again. I barely moved this time, my anger, my sudden insight into everything he’d done to me seemed to give me strength.”

“I just smiled and then I kicked him as hard as I could right in the nuts. He screamed and went down like a sack of potatoes. I stepped up to him and stomped down hard on his balls. He passed out with that. One of his friends, the same one that made the comment earlier got up and came at me. John got there first though. He laid the guy out with one punch. The other guy just got up from the couch and ran. I quietly put my clothes back on and went around the apartment and calmly collected my stuff.”

“By the time I had gather everything into a bag Mark was coming around, groaning on the floor. He had leaned himself back against the couch. His other friend had taken off while I was gathering my stuff. I walked over to Mark and stood over him, one foot planted on the floor between his legs, just inches from his nuts. I told him that if him or his friends ever came near me again that I wouldn’t stop with just a kick to the balls, I’d cut them off next time. With that I walked out of his apartments, ignoring the string of curses that followed me.”

“Once outside the adrenaline of the moment passed and I sat down hard on the bench just outside his apartment, suddenly exhausted. That’s where John found me just a minute or so later. He offered to walk me back to my dorm, to make sure I made it safely. I was a little dazed and accepted. Once we got back to my place John apologized for everything. He said he didn’t realize what a prick Mark was, that he didn’t know Mark was capable of what he did. He also told me that he knew for certain that Mark had slept with at least four other girls since we’d been dating; Mark had said I was cool with it. With that he apologized again, said he was done with Mark and his buddies, and left.”

“Naturally the first thing I did when I got in my room was to call Katie. She was at my place five minutes later. I told her everything; she listened, didn’t judge and then just held me as I cried myself to sleep. The following morning was the first time we had sex with each other. It was just what I needed, soft and gentle and loving. Anyway, over the next few weeks I worked hard to bring myself back, to undo the damage I allowed Mark to inflict on me and my relationships. It was the summer before I told Melanie everything, Katie and I also introduced her to sisterly loving as well.”

“God, I feel so much better, just telling you about it. After that Melanie started MUN the following year and the three of us decided to share an apartment. It was great, we gave each other what we needed, emotionally and sexually, and life was good once more. At one point this past year the three of us were out in a bar and we saw Mark trying to pick up a freshman. He was still charming and funny and cute so she was naturally very receptive.”

“I had run into him a couple of times since that night, every time he would throw me a dirty look and then go the other way. That night in the bar though he was too distracted by the 19 year old cleavage in front of him to notice me. He’d never met Melanie so I hatched a little plan. After a couple of minutes Melanie went up to Mark and started laying it on thick, how great their night together was, why didn’t he call like he promised, etc. She then looked at the freshman and scowled, asking if this was the tramp of a girlfriend he told her about, the one that treated him so badly.”

“God it was great, he didn’t know what to do with himself. The freshman looked appalled, as did quite a few of the other girls in the bar that were obviously interested in Mark. Finally Melanie just left after saying obviously he was just looking for a quick fuck, not a real relationship like he said. After Melanie came back to us the freshman got up and left. Mark was pissed and tried to talk to a few other girls, all of whom saw and heard what happened and brushed him off.”

“When we got home that night we just laughed and laughed, until it dissolved into some hot three-way girl action of course. Anyway, a week later we were at the same bar and Mark was there again. He was chatting up a different freshman; I noticed some of the same girls from the week before including the one he was talking to when Melanie intervened. I thought about what he did to me and thought I can’t let that happen to someone else. Rather than using the same ploy I decided to take the more direct approach.”

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We left it at that for the night, but, as you can imagine, the subject arose frequently during the next week, and it certainly contributed to some interesting fantasies in which Marianne played a major role. Actually, our regular lives were a bit humdrum – teaching history to a bunch of teenagers isn’t exactly scintillating, and kids in fourth and fifth grade can be mind-numbing. Thoughts of illicit sex are a bit more energizing! Consequently, when Jan invited Marianne over for dinner Saturday night, our thoughts were not completely on hospitality!

Dinner was good and the company pleasant, but there was an air of expectancy throughout the evening. We talked about school problems, they exchanged some tidbits of gossip, and we watched a couple of sit-coms until we had postponed the main event long enough. Jan casually raised the question of going into the Jacuzzi which, of course was answered with a unanimous “yes!” At that point, Jan raised the issue of clothing, addressing Marianne when I, not coincidently, was out of the room.

“You know that we don’t wear suits when we’re in the water alone. You certainly have seen me naked quite a few times now and you saw Jeff for a short time last Saturday night. Could you, or do you want to, go in nude tonight? Unless you are uncomfortable with me starting out naked, I’d like to not wear a suit. Jeff feels the same way. It’s up to you, but it’s very nice not to be covered when you’re in the water.”

“Jan, I just don’t know. I’m afraid I’d be too embarrassed! It seems natural for you to be nude and you know I like you that way and I wouldn’t mind at all about Jeff.” Blushing, “I certainly didn’t mind last week. I’d just feel too exposed. I know it’s silly after all we’ve done…but…but I’d feel funny with Jeff seeing me.”

“Ok, I’ll tell you what we can do. Jeff can go down first and get in. We’ll come down in our robes and I’ll have him look away until we get under the water. He can then dim the lights and you’ll be hidden and still get the feeling of having no suit on under the water. We could get out the same way if you want. Would that work?”

“Damn, I feel so silly! The truth is, no man, other than Bryan, has ever seen me completely naked, but I don’t think it should matter – but somehow it does! I even see a woman doctor. I admire how open you are and I feel so prudish. Oh, all right, we’ll try the way you said. Another thing, Jan. I feel …well, I feel awkward when the three of us in the Jacuzzi – like I’m in the way. Last time I just got carried away and joined in just the way I did when Bryan was here, but, afterwards I was embarrassed for having butted in on the two of you. Also, should you and I do anything when Jeff is with us? You said that he approves of us being together, but I’m afraid that he might be uncomfortable seeing us…oh, I don’t know…well, doing things…”

Jan said that at that point she had all she could do to keep from laughing – which might have humiliated Marianne who was honestly afraid that she might be causing a problem. “Marianne, honey, you are being absurd! Evidently you think that it is ok for you to join in while your husband feels and fucks me, but you’ll be in the way if my own husband has me. Did we act as if you were butting in last time? Forget it! We both thought that you made the whole thing more exciting. Also, Jeff has absolutely no problem with seeing us together – making out I guess it would be called. In fact, I’m sure that he would enjoy watching us in bed! Look, here’s the situation. You are more than welcome to join in – do anything or nothing – it’s completely up to you. Whatever you’re comfortable with!”

“Well that makes me feel better. Now, all I have to deal with is being naked in the water with Jeff there!”

As arranged, I went down to the Jacuzzi first, sans bathing suit, turned everything on and waited for the women. They appeared, wearing robes, and I assumed, correctly, nothing else. I promptly turned away although I’ll admit that I cheated a bit and caught a glimpse of Marianne’s naked body as she climbed over the rim. I was pleasantly aware from that quick glance that Jan’s favorable appraisal had been accurate and Marianne had been hiding a very nice figure under her less than flattering clothes. As soon as they were seated and respectably covered by the water, I dimmed the lights and turned directly toward them.

As the last two times, they were seated side by side, Marianne in Bryan’s seat. I had moved over to Doug’s usual seat so I was beside Jan but at right angles to her. It was very pleasant sitting there quietly in the relaxing water, having an interesting, but inconsequential, conversation All of us, I’m sure, were enjoying the tranquil and peaceful period while knowing that it was merely the prelude to a far more intense and heated event.

Actually, that new event began considerably before I was even aware of it. As Jan described it later, action between the two of them began almost as soon as the lights went down. Just as she had with Bryan, she put her right leg up over Marianne’s knees, opening the way to bakırköy escort her cunt, a path which Marianne’s hand soon followed. This was done quietly and unperceptively, and, as with Bryan, nothing was visible on the surface. At the same time, Jan slid her hand down beside her own leg, found Marianne’s crotch and worked her fingers against her clit. The two of them sat there, playing with each other while the desultory conversation went on.

As the two of them continued their clandestine activity, the talking died away completely and I became aware that something was going on. That became obvious when Jan straightened up, turned to Marianne and they began kissing intensely while each felt and squeezed the other’s tits. The kissing became more passionate and their fingers seemed to be moving more frantically as their excitement grew. I couldn’t really see too clearly in the dim lights, but both women were sitting up straight, putting their tits at the water line, so I could make out the clutching and squeezing going on. This went on for some time and, I’ll admit, that I was eager to get in on the action. When Jan turned toward Marianne, she had left room in her seat and I just slid over and lifted her onto my lap, rotating her until she was straddling my legs.

I pulled her back against me, my cock up tight against her hips, my hands clasping her tits. Her legs were open over my knees and I felt Marianne’s hand trying to worm its way to her cunt, so I parted my legs, giving her room to get in. Obviously it worked for, later, Jan told me that she was being actively finger-fucked as she moved against me. For me, there was something else – as Marianne moved her hand over into Jan’s cunt, the back of that hand occasionally ran over my balls, a totally unexpected development. I lifted Jan a bit higher and pulled her tighter to me, increasing that contact, and making my cock more rigid than ever.

I quickly swung Jan around so that she was facing me, her legs outside of mine, her tits against me and my cock rubbing on her stomach. Marianne did as she had the last time, playing with Jan’s cunt with one hand while reaching around and gripping a tit with the other. In that position, contact with my balls was even more frequent and, a few times, it actually felt that it might have been deliberate. Needless to say, I was quite aroused and I was on the verge of raising Jan up to put my cock into her when she facetiously said, “There’s something very hard poking at my stomach! I wonder what it can be?” Then, to my complete surprise, she pulled away and stood up, dislodging Marianne’s hands from between her legs and off of her tit.

Then, even more startling, she pulled Marianne up, pushed her onto my legs, straddling them, urging her forward, saying, “See if you can figure out what it is, honey!” Suddenly, my cock was against a different stomach and different tits were against my chest. I honestly don’t know what was going through my mind at that moment – I think it was numb which didn’t prevent a surge of adrenalin going through me. I was all ready to fuck Jan and now I had the wild experience of having another woman replacing her. In addition, Jan immediately began massaging Marianne’s cunt and paying particular attention to my balls!

I heard a gasp from Marianne when Jan moved her, undoubtedly even more shocked than I at the unbelievable change in position. Before she even had a chance to react she was firmly against me. Normally, she might have attempted to pull back, but she was already highly aroused by her sexual activity with Jan. Suddenly, she was against me, my cock was rubbing against her stomach and Jan’s hand was working between her legs. She was genuinely stunned, incapable of any rational thought. Later, she would be astounded by the train of events, but right then she was just dazed and went with the flow – with Jan as mistress of ceremonies.

We stayed in that position for a brief period – I have no idea how long – when our activities director pushed her hands between us and, grasping her breasts, began lifting Marianne upward. I had already started doing the same thing and, quite quickly, she was high enough that my cock was free and pointed upward toward her now open cunt. By that time, my mind had cleared enough that I was – actually we were – aware of what was going to happen. Marianne probably was still a bit dazed by the sudden development, but she admitted later, reluctantly at first, that she knew that she was going to be fucked. When thinking about her relationship with Jan in the last month, she had pretty much accepted that it might happen, but it was just a “sometime” possibility – but sometime was here.

I would have liked to have had that experience happen in slow motion so that I could have relished the feeling as my cock penetrated Marianne. As I lowered her down, Jan actually held my cock upright and directed it into her, and kept her fingers around it as she sank down. There was no hesitancy, for she was very well lubricated and, shortly, she was sitting on me with the cock completely embedded in escort bahçelievler her vagina! The only thing that Marianne said throughout was a drawn out “Ohooo” as it went in and a continual “Unh…unh…unh.” as she went up and down. It was a mutual – actually three-way – fucking as I surged upward into her and she matched my efforts with her own wild excitement. Jan was an active participant used Marianne’s tits as handles to help with the march toward orgasm.

Marianne was moving frenetically, writhing around, grinding against me, gasping for breath as she finally climaxed. I followed soon after, holding her down by the hips as I welded myself up against her cunt, ejaculating deep inside her. Jan admitted afterwards that as the climax approached, she had the fingers of one hand pulling against her own clit, her hips flexing back and forth, as she matched Marianne’s orgasm. It was a moment to remember – and then we just flopped against each other – sated, breathless and out of energy!

It took a while to recover, not only to get our breaths back and lower our heartbeats, but also to encompass the reality of what we had just done. It was a major step for all of us, but particularly for Marianne. Jan and I had speculated as to whether I would be able to get into her and, with Jan’s help, I had done so. For Marianne, though it was all shockingly new. No man had ever even seen her naked, and now she not only had been naked, she had been fucked. Again, adultery. Surprisingly, the idea of “sin” didn’t really bother her and, as I said before, she had thought, theoretically, of having intercourse with me, but, that was imagination – this was real!

Of course, we did recover, but we had a lot to think about and to absorb. As we sat up, I think the new reality hit us and there was silence as we wondered what to say. Marianne was still sitting on me with my shrunken cock still in her, my hands still on her hips. We looked at each other, both very aware of a totally new relationship between us. After thirty seconds or so of looking at each other silently, I brought my hand up around her, drew her to me and kissed her very hard. She responded immediately, and when we finally broke away, most of the strangeness between us was gone and we accepted the new reality and were pleased with it. Jan was right there and kissed us both, confirming, I guess, that we were now a threesome.

It was fascinating as we prepared to get out. As I turned the lights up, Marianne’s was in the act of climbing over the rim, legs wide open. Her instinctive reaction was to try to cover herself, something that she couldn’t do, of course. Even when she was out, she quickly reached for her towel and held it in front of her. Then embarrassed – at both her exposure and her reaction – she blushed profusely, saying, “I guess there’s not much point in that, is there? Now, I know how Jan felt!” With that, she just let the towel fall away, revealing the surprisingly pretty, well-shaped breasts that Jan had described and the very feminine triangle of pubic hair at the base of her stomach.

I couldn’t help but think about how another person’s clothes and outlook can give one a completely incorrect impression of that person. Marianne’s conservative manner of dress and her apparent lack of interest in sex had led us to pigeon-hole her as a nice, very pleasant woman with no sex-appeal. Our recent activities and required a complete revaluation. The body was there and, with her interest in sex revived, I could feel a tremor in my cock, even after the very recent explosion. I had a feeling that this was going to be a very exciting relationship!

We three stood there naked, drying off, and, after Marianne’s initial hesitation, completely at ease with each other. They left, talking quietly, while I closed the Jacuzzi and they were in the guest room for some time, almost forty-five minutes, before they came up together, Jan still in her robe, of course, but Marianne wearing her nightgown. Jan changed into her nightgown immediately and the three of us sat at the table, having a snack after our vigorous exercise. I don’t have a recollection of what we talked about, but it didn’t matter anyway. It was more of a bonding session, a time of cementing that sense of togetherness, of companionship, that we had felt after the Jacuzzi. We were very relaxed and comfortable with each other with absolutely no sexual tension. When we decided to turn in, I held Marianne and kissed her goodnight while fondling and squeezing her breast as I did so. Jan did the same thing.

Of course, as soon as Jan and I were alone in the bedroom, we began to discuss and dissect the amazing events of the evening. Much of what happened was totally unexpected by me and Jan was largely responsible. I had expected things to progress as they had last time with me fucking her. The most that we had talked about was that I might well get to see Marianne nude, but nothing more. So, my first question was, “What on earth caused you to push Marianne into going all the way? Understand, I’m not complaining, but ataköy escort that certainly was not the plan!”

“I know, but something, and I don’t know what, told me that the time was right. We had talked about you getting into her and, when we were playing with each other, I could tell that she was really hot. Her pussy was very wet – and not from the water – and, when I was on your legs, she was really almost in a frenzy as she was working on me. She had been that way before, but she just seemed more eager, somehow. It was just instinct – or maybe I just wanted it – I don’t know. Anyway, it worked out perfectly. You fucked her and she loved it. That’s a main reason that I went in with her. I wanted to be certain that when she calmed down she would still be happy, and she most certainly is.

“She was really shocked when I put her on your knees but she knew exactly what was happening once she was there. She hugged me and said, ‘Oh, Jan, Jeff fucked me! Now we’ve each been fucked by the other’s husband and we’ve had each other! I never dreamed of such a thing, but I love it!’ She went on like that, but, it seems silly, the only thing that seemed to cause her to hesitate, and blush, was when she said, ‘And Jeff saw me naked – I wonder what he thought? I’m…I’m…I’m not sexy like you!’ She said that I’m little and cute and she was afraid that you wouldn’t think that she was attractive. Of course, I assured her that she is quite sexy when she’s nude and that I’m absolutely certain that you are really excited about having seen her. Somehow, I think that that is as important to her as you having fucked her! We have to improve her self-image.”

“Well, I will have no problem in doing that! She’s right, you are little and cute, but I really liked seeing her body as we dried off. I have every intention of letting her know that I admire it, both in words and action. Now, how do you feel about all of this? Any qualms about me fucking her or continuing with her?”

“Gods, no! I really enjoyed helping you get into her – in fact, I held your cock and actually felt it going into her hole. I could feel her pussy lips as you went in! That was exciting! This whole …what is it…a group affair? In any case, I love everything about it. I love having sex with her myself! I love you fucking me and fucking her! And I love the relationship and I’m looking forward to the three of us being in bed together!

That occurred one week later, and without prior planning. Marianne was over that Saturday night, as had become the usual situation. Jan and I hadn’t talked about it specifically, but there just was a basic assumption that we would end up in the Jacuzzi and have sex. We both looked forward to that and we assumed that Marianne expected that also. Marianne and Jan saw each other every day in school and ate lunch together. However, they deliberately avoided discussing their new relationship or to show any increased affection toward each other. Perhaps they were a bit paranoid in that, but people notice things, and small towns, where everyone knows each other, are awash with suspicion, rumors, gossip, etc.

In any case, later in the evening, I simply asked, “Is everyone ready to go into the Jacuzzi,” I anticipated an immediate ok. Marianne threw us a curve, “I’m really sorry, but I can’t go into the water tonight.” Looking at Jan, she continued, “Remember, I had that ingrown toenail on my big toe fixed on Thursday, and I have to keep it dry over the weekend.”

“Oh, damn, I completely forgot that! And there’s no way that we could cover that enough to protect it in the Jacuzzi. Damn!”

There was instant deflation. While Jan and I liked Marianne for herself, there is no denying that having sex with her had been our dominant goal of the evening. Marianne, of course, had known of the problem and had assumed that Jan recognized it too. We just sat there, glum expressions all around. Finally, the deadly silence was broken by Jan simply saying, “Well, if we can’t go into the water, why don’t we just go in on the bed?”

Now, that might sound like the obvious solution – and, of course, it was. However, there is a major psychological difference between going into the Jacuzzi and just having things develop – presumably without overt planning – and just getting into bed together for the purpose of having sex! When Marianne had asked Jan, “Do you want to go up to the bedroom,” there was no mistaking what the question meant. It was a momentous decision and, obviously, she said yes. Now, Marianne, faced with the same choice made that same decision and any pretense of just being an innocent woman who had been carried away in the Jacuzzi was banished.

With no real hesitancy, just a bit of embarrassment shown by a significant blush, she simply said “Ok.” Then after a moment, “I’ll…I’ll have to go downstairs for a minute. I’ll be right back.” She was gone downstairs for considerably longer than a minute, but, of course she did come back, coming into the bedroom wearing her nightgown. Jan had made the same preparations and she, too, was wearing a nightgown, wanting to make the things less stressful for Marianne. There is always a period of awkwardness the first time you are in a situation like this. As Marianne admitted later, coming up the stairs and walking down the hall to the bedroom to have sex with us was very hard. She wanted to it, was going to do it…but it was hard!

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When Astrid finally got home that Friday morning she stripped and stood in front of the mirror. She knew she should shower, but first she just wanted to look at herself. She patted her big stomach, examining it as if it had gotten larger. “Should have,” she thought, “all the semen I swallowed. Who woulda thought I could blow him three times, and he’d still be able to fuck me so many times.” While she’d had a good time the night before, the man she spent it with had been very lucky indeed.

She thought about the fact that for years she had been so self-conscious of her size, letting the feeling that she could never be attractive keep her captive so long. So long that she let her marriage slip away. Let her husband go seeking sex in someone else’s bed. Then the long months since her divorce, hiding in her apartment without the nerve to go out. Yet last night her friend Sharon had convinced her to go out and try to have fun. What fun she had. She met a man who made her proud of her size. “BBW” was what he called her. She truly felt like a Big Beautiful Woman now. And, despite the fact she knew he was married, she went back to his room and they had sex nearly all night. “Oh why, girl,” she said to the image in the mirror, “why did you wait so long? Had you forgotten how much you like sex? Like fucking? Like the feel of a man in your cunt? And in your mouth?” Well, she remembered now, and she didn’t intend to forget again.

“When he gets back to town, boy will I have a treat for him. Think I’ll take him on a trip this time,” she smiled to herself. “A trip around the world.” With that pleasant thought, she headed off to the shower to wash the man-smell off the outside of her.

Astrid’s wish for more time with Len was to be realized sooner than either of them knew. When he got back to work the following week his boss informed him he’d have to attend a follow-up meeting in two weeks. “Sorry Len, but this time they want to meet on Saturday. You’ll have to fly out Friday afternoon, and probably won’t get back until Sunday. Hope your wife won’t mind too much.”

“She’ll be okay with it,” he said, adding to himself, “as long as she doesn’t find out what I’m doing.”

He called Astrid even before he called his wife. He was delighted when she said she’d meet his plane and drive him to town.

Finally the big night got there. As Len got off the plane he spotted Astrid waiting in the passageway. “Damn she’s a good looking woman,” he thought, admiring the fact that she made no attempt to hide her size, almost flaunting it. “Hmm,” he thought as she walked toward him, “I don’t believe Astrid’s wearing a bra.” He enjoyed watching her big tits bounce as she approached.

“Hi,” she said. “Have a good flight?” Astrid took his arm and started walking him toward the terminal.

“Sure,” Len answered. “Did you have to wait long?” He tried to hide his surprise and disappointment that she displayed no affection or even enthusiasm in greeting him. He’d at least expected an embrace if not a kiss.

“Any plans tonight?” she asked, confusing him further.

“After I get checked in at the hotel I thought we’d go to dinner if you like.”

“Yes, that would be nice.”

After they picked up his luggage, she directed him to the parking garage where she had parked at the far end of the lot. When they got to her car she grabbed him. Holding him tight, she forced her tongue into his mouth. As she broke the kiss, continuing to hold his body tight against her, he asked, “Why the cold treatment in the terminal?”

“I thought maybe there’d be people there you knew. People you didn’t want to know about me.”

“Oh, I was afraid you weren’t happy to see me.”

“Oh yeah, baby,” she said, pressing herself against him. “I’m very happy to see you.” As she rubbed her thigh against his she added, “And I can tell that you’re happy to see me too.” She then kissed him again and their tongues met. Len’s hand found itself under her blouse and she moved away just enough that he could slide it up until he was enjoying that wonderful feeling of squeezing a soft, naked tit. Astrid moaned against his mouth as he pinched her nipple, then pulled back and said, “Get in the car lover. I want a taste of what you brought me.

Obediently he got in the passenger seat and she went around to the driver’s door. Instead of sitting in the seat, she got on her knees and leaned across. As she kissed him again he could feel her trying to unzip his pants. He reached down and helped her get the it lowered. She fished his cock out of his shorts, bent, and smoothly took him completely into her mouth. As she deep-throated him Len could feel her tongue teasing. She slid him in and out while she worked a hand back into his shorts and grasped his balls. As pulled the dick out of her mouth and said, “Oh yes, I’m very glad to see you.” With that she pulled her hand out of his pants and swiveled into her seat.”

“You’re not gonna finish what you started?” he asked.

“I said I just wanted escortkagithane.org a taste,” she said smiling. Starting the car, she added, “Don’t worry, I’ll finish that when we get to the hotel. Now put that thing away and let’s get going. I’m gonna take you ’round the world tonight.” Len wondered to himself what she meant, but didn’t say anything as he zipped up and fastened his seat belt. He put his hand on Astrid’s thigh and squeezed it as she pulled out. He moved his hand to her crotch and rubbed it, feeling the heat of her sex.

“Hey, watch it.” she said with a smile. “You want me to have a wreck. You keep that up and we’ll never make it to the hotel.”

“Just wanted a quick feel,” Len said as he took his hand out of her crotch. “I’ve been thinking about that pussy for two weeks.”

“You’re gonna get all of that pussy you can take tonight. So just hold your horses.” Luckily it wasn’t a long drive to the hotel.

As soon as they got in the hotel room, Len dropped his bags on the floor and grabbed Astrid and kissed her hard. He returned his hand to her crotch and found it hot and damp. “Yes, that’s yours tonight,” she said, pushing him back. But I’ve got something to finish first.” With that, she pushed him back onto the bed. Kneeling between his knees, they both worked at getting his pants and shorts off. Once again she deep-throated him and caressed his nuts.

This time she sucked his cock in earnest: alternately burying her nose in his pubic hair and removing him and licking around his crown. Len could feel the orgasm she was working on approach, but just before he came . . . brrrng! Looking up, Astrid said, “Who the hell could that be?”

“Only one person,” he said bitterly, his hard-on fading. Leaning over he grabbed the phone by the bed. He was right – his wife.

“Yes dear. I got here fine.” Astrid rubbed his dick against her cheek.

“No, I’ll be home Sunday morning. I’ll take care of all that Sunday.” She cradled his balls in her hand and blew on them.

“And I don’t have to go in Monday. I’ll get it all done.” Astrid ran her tongue around his sac.

Astrid grinned up at him while she played with his cock and balls, listening to him try to placate his nagging wife. While Len tried to concentrate on the phone call, Astrid unbuttoned her blouse, releasing her large breasts. She then nestled his dick between those soft globes. He felt himself begin to harden again as she pressed her tits together, trapping him and working him up and down.

“Sure dear. I’ll take you out to eat Sunday.” Len leaned back slightly so his dick extended up out of it”s silken trap.

“No, we’ll go somewhere nice.” Astrid bent her head and licked him, still fucking him with her cleavage.

“No, it wasn’t my idea to have this meeting on the weekend.” Astrid sucked up the drop of pre-cum seeping from him.

“I know it’s not fair. But it’s my job, I’ve got to do it.” Len bit his lip to keep from moaning as his lover bounced her tits up and down, stimulating him almost to the point of no return.

“I’ve got to get off here now. They’re waiting for me to go to dinner.” Len hoped he could get the bitch off the phone before it was too late as Astrid continued to titty-fuck him. “Sure dear, me too. Goodbye now.” With a sigh of relief he hung up the phone.

Astrid released his dick and rubbed it around on her cheek, streaking herself with the sticky stuff leaking from him. Looking him in the eye, Astrid said, “Your choice . . . mouth or tits. Where do you wanna cum?”

“Mouth. Yes please, make me cum in your mouth,” Len whispered.

“Good choice,” Astrid responded before taking him fully into her mouth again. After sliding her lips up and down on him, she moved until just his head was between her lips.

She twirled her tongue around his cock-head, causing him to moan. “Oh god, Astrid. Make me cum. Make me cum please. Fuck me with your mouth.” Obligingly, she sucked him in again and, as she looked him in the eyes, bobbed her head up and down – truly fucking him with her mouth. “Oh yes, OHYES,” he hollered as he began to spasm. She continued keeping eye contact as he repeatedly spurted into her throat and she swallowed the sweet cream.

Finally spent, he collapsed back onto the bed. She pulled him out and rubbed his shrinking dick against her face. “Damn that was good. Baby, I love the taste of your cum.”

“Yes it was good. So fucking good.” He pulled her up by the shoulders and she laid across his chest, kissing him. As she stuck her tongue into his mouth he again tasted his own sex on her lips. After kissing a little longer, she rolled over on her back. Len got to his elbows and leaned over to suck her nipples while his hand went back to her crotch.

Astrid let him suckle her tits and rub her pussy for a while, then pushed him away. “Didn’t you promise me dinner?”

“Can’t I have a little taste first? You got your appetizer.”

“There’ll be escortortakoy.com plenty of that for you tonight. But I’m hungry now.”

“Okay,” he said giving up. “Let’s go to dinner.”

As they both got their clothes back on, he said, “I want to apologize for the phone call. She’s always checking up on me.”

“I didn’t mind. I liked teasing you,” Astrid replied. “Besides, tonight she’s got good reason to check on you. Me! I’m the one screwing her husband, the one getting what she isn’t.”

“Hell, she isn’t even wanting what you’re getting.”

“Then she’s both a bitch and a fool. Now, let’s go to dinner.”

As they started to leave, Len looked at Astrid and asked, “You know you’ve got semen on your face?”

“Yep. I’m gonna wear it proudly. It’s an ego thing. If anyone is interested, I want them to know I’m the lucky one you’re doing tonight.”

“You are so crazy,” Len said with a smile. “I just hope someone notices that I just got a blow job from this beautiful woman.” This brought a smile to Astrid’s stained face as they headed out to the restaurant.

Sure enough, as the waitress was taking Astrid’s order, Len saw her looking at the streaks on his lover’s face. The woman then turned to him and Len could see she was grinning. She looked back at Astrid’s face, then at Len, “And what would you like?” she asked. “Or should I say what else would you like?” she added with a wink.

Dinner couldn’t be over soon enough for Len. And Astrid seemed to be thinking the same thing as she ate very quickly. As soon as they were done, Len went to the desk to pay his tab while Astrid went on out the door. After taking his money, the cashier said, “Y’all have a good time tonight now,” and she too winked at him. It was clear that the waitress had shared her observations about them with the rest of the staff. With that thought making him even hornier, he joined Astrid on the street.

Smiling at him she said, “I think I’ve made the whole joint envious. Did you see them looking at us . . . at my face?”

“Yes Darlin’, I did.” With that he pulled her to him and kissed her. That’s when he noticed the dark alley next to the restaurant. He edged Astrid into the dark, and kissed her harder. As their tongues dueled, his hand found her crotch again. “You’re still hot down there, lady. Love it,” he said as he groped her pussy in earnest.

“Of course I’m hot. I’m with the hottest guy in town tonight. And if you keep that up we may not make it back to the . . . oh yeah,” as Len pressed his hand harder between her legs and forced the denim seam between her pussy lips. “God that feels good. Watch out baby.”

“I am watching out,” he said. I’m watching out for you to cum for me right here.” He could feel the dampness even through the thick denim.

“Un hunh,” she sighed. “That feels good, so good.” He continued to press his hand to her and soon there were moans coming out of her mouth. “Someone will see us,” she protested weakly.

“So what,” he said. “I wouldn’t mind. But I’m not gonna stop until you cum for me. Cum for me, Astrid.” The woman seemed to sag against his hand until he was nearly holding her up by her cunt.

“Okay lover. Do it. Rub my pussy. Make me cum, make me cum.” He continued rubbing as hard as he could. Suddenly she tightened her thighs around his hand and moaned, “Oh god, oh god, oh hell yes.” He could feel her whole body shake and an orgasm ran through her. “OHFUCK!” Her yell was muffled against his chest. He continued to rub and she continued to shake and cry out until she finally pushed him away. “Enough. Enough for now. Let’s get back to the hotel, baby. I want you in me.”

“Sounds good to me,” he said releasing her.

When they got back to the room, Len closed the door and locked it. Turning around he saw that Astrid already had her blouse off and jeans halfway down. She kicked them aside and laid back on the bed, her legs spread wide. Len could see that the white cotton panties she wore were very wet. He walked over and ran his fingers against her pussy through the damp cloth. “Did I do that?”

“You sure as hell did,” she answered. “And keep doing it.”

Len stepped back and just looked at the big woman on his bed. “Damn I like looking at your body.”

“There’s a lot to look at,” she said with a smile. As he watched, Astrid rubbed her own crotch.

“Oh, that’s nice, baby. I love to see you do that.” With this encouragement, she stuck her hand into her panties. He could tell that she had her fingers in her pussy.

“Get your clothes off, buster. I wanna see you naked too.”

“Just keep doing that while I get undressed.” He quickly removed his clothes while she continued to finger-fuck herself. When he was completely undressed he got on his knees, his head poised over her wet panties.

Slowly he pulled the panties down and smiled as he watched her fingers working in and out. Finally he pulled her hand out and sucked her fingers into his beyogluweb.com mouth. “Hmmm,” he said. That tastes so good. I love your sex.” With that, he dipped his tongue into her.

“That feels good too,” she said. But come up here. I need a cock – now – and yours is the only one around here. Obligingly he positioned himself between her legs and rubbed his cock-head against her wet pussy lips. “Give it to me. Give it to me NOW.” With one thrust he buried himself completely into her.

“God babe, you are so hot and so wet,” he said. Bending over he sucked on one of her nipples while she pinched the other.

“Fuck me hard, Len. I’m about to cum again.” With that Len began began banging in and out, his thighs slapping against hers and his balls bouncing on her big ass. “Fuckfuckfuck,” she muttered over and over. “Fuckfuckfuckmehard.” Suddenly she screamed, “YESYESYESI’MCUMMING!” Len could feel her cunt muscles constricting around him as her back arched. Astrid pressed herself violently against him, twisting and bouncing as her climax shook her. Len held still, riding out the orgasm while trying to stave off his own. When she was finally still again he resumed sliding in and out, slowly and gently this time. “Lay next to me,” she asked, “and do me from the side like you did last time.”

“Sure thing,” he said as he pulled out. Len lay next to her and they entwined their legs until he was pushing against her pussy again. Once more he thrust all the way into her, going deeper from this angle.

“I love it when you do me in this position. You go so much further into me with my big belly out of the way.”

“I like it too,” he said. “I can fuck you and still watch while you play with yourself. You know that turns me on. Play with yourself, Astrid. Rub your clit for me while I fuck you.” With a smile, she began fingering herself. Len was pleased when this drew a moan from her. Astrid closed her eyes and, still masturbating, she pressed herself against him, trapping her fingers between her clit and his pubic bone. Len could feel that he was getting near. He thrust harder, repeatedly slapping against her.

“That’s it, that’s it, lady.” Len slammed against her one more time, then held still, buried as deeply in her as he could get. He couldn’t hold back any longer. “Oh shit, here I cum!” With one last push he felt himself begin to explode.

“Give it to me. Give me your cum,” she shouted. Len could feel her cunt bite hard on him as his dick spurted. She cried out once more and he knew she was cumming too, cumming with him.

Over and over he spasmed until he couldn’t do it again. Astrid continued bucking a while before she wore out too. Len laid still, his soft cock still embedded in his lover’s pussy. He could feel their combined juices running out of her and across his thigh. “We’re leaving one hell of a wet spot, Lover.”

“Neither one of us is doing the laundry, are we? So let’s not worry about it. Besides, when I get through with you you’re gonna sleep just fine even if you are laying in it.”

“Me. I thought you’d lay in it.”

“Don’t think so. Guess we’ll just have to stay up until it dries.” Len finally slipped out of her, so he turned and kissed her. “Besides,” Astrid said when the kiss ended. “You’ve got one more stop to make before you complete this trip I promised.”

“Trip?” Len said quizzically. He had not really understood what she meant when she said she was taking him around the world.

“If you don’t know, I’ve got a great surprise for you then. But first, I gotta pee.” With that she disengaged herself from Len and headed for the bathroom. Len heard her emptying her bladder, then she called out, “Come here a minute, Hon.” He went to the bathroom and found her still sitting on the commode. “Get me a washcloth, will you. Someone spilled all this cum on me and I need to clean up.”

Obediently he wet a cloth and handed it so her. As he watched, she wiped her thighs, then her pussy. Handing it back to him, she reached over and took a hold of his limp dick. “Oooh,” she said with a mock frown, “someone’s pretty sticky. Maybe we ought to jump in the shower and get clean before we go on.”

“Sounds good to me,” Len said.

As soon as the water was warm enough, they both got under the shower. Astrid rubbed her wet body against his and kind of jiggled to increase the friction. Then she turned her back to him and handed him the shampoo. “Dribble this down my back, lover.” Obediently he did so, then rubbed himself against her now slick backside. Astrid squirmed until she had him wedged between her butt cheeks. “Feel good, Hon?” she asked.

“Oh yeah, it sure does,” he said. Len reached around her and cupped her pussy in his hand. He rubbed until her pubic hair was foaming with soapsuds. He then slid three fingers into her wet box as she ground against his hand and his captive dick.

“Hmm,” she sighed. “That feels to good.” Len continued moving his hand in out as she squirmed, stimulating him against her ass. Finally she said, “We better rinse off and get out of here before it’s too late. They separated and took turns standing under the shower spray, rinsing the soap off their bodies. Finally, Len directed the spray directly on her pussy and cupped his hand under it, cleaning all the bubbles from her.

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Author’s Note: In answer to the requests I have had both on the public comments board and privately through feedback, this story is an adjunct to the “Fun For All the Family” series and in which I have introduced, as requested, the families of Mark and Paul. I hope this will be the start of a series, too, but shall see how things go. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this first story featuring the sons of Mark and the daughter of Paul.

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1.

Julie steered the car down the lane, her daughter Jenna next to her and her brothers Mark and Paul in the back.

“Which one of you boys wants dropping off first?” Julie asked, as she slowed the car down to a snail’s pace.

“Drop us both off at mine,” replied Mark, “Paul’s gonna pop in for awhile. What about you and Jenna?”

“Oh yeah, mom,” said Jenna, “we haven’t seen Michael and Robert for a long time,” she went on, referring to Mark’s two horny adult sons who were twins and only a year or so younger than Jenna.

“Nor Janine, neither,” said Paul, referring to his daughter. “She’ll be here, too, she didn’t want to spend the evening at home alone when she could come round here and get some good fucks from her cousins.”

“Go on, mom,” urged Jenna, “I could do with getting fucked by my cousins, too.”

“I don’t think so,” replied Julie, as she stopped the car outside Mark’s house. “David, Mark and Shirley will wonder where we’ve got to.”

“I shouldn’t worry about that,” said Mark, “David’s probably too involved in a threesome with Jack and Shirley as we speak to worry.”

“What about your wives?” asked Julie.

“They won’t be home yet,” said Mark, “once they go out for the night, it’ll be dawn before they get in. Anyway, I wish you’d all make your peace, why are you so down on each other?”

“I’m not down on them,” said Julie, “I just get the impression they don’t like me very much, knowing what we sometimes do together. Jealousy, I suppose.”

“On whose part?” asked Mark.

“It’s no more or less what we get up to with our lot,” said Paul, not giving his sister a chance to reply to his brother’s remark. “I bet my nephews are inside now, just a few feet away from us, having a good time with my daughter at this very minute, just like your husband is probably right now fucking his mother.”

“Or father,” laughed Mark.

“Please, mom,” said Jenna. “Michael and Robert really know how to fuck and Janine is as big a slut as I am, we could have a lot more fun tonight.”

“Well,” said Julie in the kind of voice that meant she was prepared to give way, “I ought to phone your father first,” she continued, reaching in her bag for her mobile. “He and his mom and dad won’t mind if we have some fun with you but I think it’s fair to let them know we’ll be a bit late. Don’t want them worrying we might have had an accident.”

“Great, mom,” said Jenna, “I knew the thought of some more hot sex would get the better of you.” She glanced over her shoulder and smiled at her uncles. “I think you spoke a bit too soon, uncle Paul,” she giggled, “when you said that fuck you gave me back home might be the last for some time.”

“Yeah,” said Mark, “but I think I’m next in the queue, don’t you, you little vixen!”

“Greedy, aren’t you, uncle Mark?” said Jenna, “you’ve already given my pussy a good going over once this evening.”

“Yeah, and it was beautiful to watch,” said Julie, beaming at her daughter.

“Do I have to have an excuse to fuck my gorgeous slut of a niece’s lovely tight oussy again, then?” said Mark, grinning at his sister’s offspring.

“‘course not,” said Jenna, “and maybe those hunky sons of yours will give me a good shag, too.”

“I’m sure they will,” said Mark, as images of his sons’ big pricks, balls and asses appeared in his mind’s eyes and memories of the many times he’d been incestuously fucked by them himself came back to him. Both Michael and Robert had taken after their father in the cock sakes, having two impressive schlongs that many a male porn actor would die for, and they both knew how to use them, whether in their male relatives’ asses or their ladyfolk’s cunts.

Mark, Paul and Jenna climbed out of the car, leaving Julie behind to make her phone call. When she joined them at the door, Mark turned a quizzical eye in her direction.

“Everything OK?” he asked, inserting his doorkey in the lock.

“Yes,” replied Julie, “Shirley answered. David’s rewarding Jack at the moment, fucking his dad up the ass, she said to us to enjoy ourselves as much as they are.”

“There you are, then,” said Paul. “But hold on a minute,” he added, as Mark stepped across the threshold, “let’s surprise the others. Why don’t you and Jenna hold back a moment?”

Paul followed his brother into the house and, as Paul had predicted, the grunts and groans of pleasure were clearly audible as soon as they stepped into the hall. The door to the lounge was ajar and the brothers had a clear view of their naked adult offspring enjoying a very kuşadası escort hot threesome. Janine, Paul’s daughter, was on her hands and knees while her cousins Michael and Robert, Mark’s sons, were standing in front of her with their hard throbbing cocks in their hands, their cousin treating them to alternate blowjobs. From their vantage point in the hall, Mark and Paul had a good view of the action and of Michael and Robert’s bare clenching asses.

The hot scene was so intense that Mark and Paul almost forgot that Julie and Jenna were waiting outside as they feasted their eyes on the incestuous shenanighans. “We’re still here, boys,” Julie whispered as Mark and Paul started to rub the bulges that were tenting out their pants and which had appeared as if by magic.

“Well,” said Mark, “what have we got here?”

Michael and Robert spun their heads over their shoulders and smiled at their father and uncle. “Hi dad, hi uncle Paul,” they both chorused, “glad you could join us.”

“Yeah, hi dad, hi uncle Mark,” said Janine, “did you have a good time at aunt Julie’s?”

“Sure fucking did,” said Paul, rubbing the now formidable bulge in his pants.

“Yeah,” said Mark, doing likewise, “so good in fact that we’ve got a little surprise for you.” He turned his head back to the door and signalled to his sister and niece to step forward. Julie and Jenna, who had started to think they would never be asked, advanced into the hall and stood next to Mark and Paul in the doorway to the lounge, smiling and their eyes widening at the sight of the three young naked bodies which greeted them.

“Hi everyone,” said Jenna, “bet you didn’t expect to see us, eh?”

“Fuck no,” said Michael, hurrying over to the cluster of people in the doorway, Robert following closely behind, their hard cocks leading the way and feeling no guilt nor embarrassment in their nudity. “What a surprise!”

Michael folded himself into Jenna’s arms and kissed his other cousin hard on the lips while Robert did the same with his aunt Julie. Janine wasn’t going to be left out and, scrambling to her feet, hurried over and wrapped herself into her father’s arms, likewise feeling no shame in her full frontal nudity.

Paul kissed his daughter on the lips, then Janine turned and kissed her uncle Mark in the same unproprietous way. Michael and Robert had swapped places and Michael was now snogging Julie while Robert returned the compliment on Jenna. Janine dropped to her knees in front of her father and uncle and gazed lovingly at the bulges in their pants as Mark and Paul started unbuckling their belts. She reached out with her hands first to her father and started fumbling with his fly and then did the same with Mark. As the brothers’ big cocks and their shining balls were released from the constraints of their pants, Janine gasped as if she had never seen them before.

Across the room, Jenna and Julie had likewise dropped to their knees and had started to suck hard on Michael and Robert’s cocks respectively. Mark smiled as he watched his sons getting blowjobbed by his sister and niece and then turned his attention to the view immediately below him as Janine took her father’s cock into her hot little mouth.

Mark stood back and removed his clothes and went over to stand next to his sons so that Julie and Jenna now had three hard pricks standing erect and proud in front of them as the men formed a semi-circle. As Janine sucked long and hard on his fat rod, Paul divested himself of his shirt and dropped his pants and shorts where they languished around his ankles. He kicked off his boots and removed his socks so that he too was now completely naked, leaving only Julie and Jenna still dressed.

But not for long. As Mark and his sons stood wanking in front of them, Julie glanced at her daughter and smiled at her. “I think we ought to get undressed too, don’t you sweetheart?” said Julie, “I’m starting to feel quite overdressed.”

It took only a moment or two for Jenna and her mother to get rid of their clothes and then all the relatives from the two branches of the family gathered round naked together to enjoy a perverted family orgy.

Ten miles away, David was soaking up the euphoria of the threesome he had enjoyed, indeed was still enjoying, with Shirley and Jack, feeling immensely proud at having fucked both his parents that evening. Shirley had told him and her husband what Jenna and Julie were up to and that had spurred David on to fuck his parents even harder. David was so lost in his love for Jack and Shirley that he didn’t even question how it happened that Julie and Jenna had stayed over after taking Mark and Paul home, knowing the situation with their wives, as he shot another big load in his mother’s cunt to a loud round of applause from his father …

2.

Janine lay back on the sofa and lifted her legs in the air as her father Paul dropped down in front of her, her gaping pussy in his direct line of vision just an inch kocaeli escort or so away from his face. Janine was the whole world to him, he was so proud of his beautiful daughter and how she had inherited the family’s intense love of sex. Her pussy was beautifully trim and Paul remembered the first time he had gazed upon it, when it had been unsullied and untouched by anyone other than herself, and he had first kissed and licked it before taking her virginity. Paul had sucked, licked and fucked Janine many times since then but he never tired of it and neither did Janine.

“Lick my pussy, dad,” Janine pleaded as she spread her labia with her hands, “I’m so fucking horny and I really need to feel your nice hot tongue working its way round my clit.”

The other members of the family gathered round to watch as Paul placed his head in Janine’s hot steaming muff and breathed in the heady aroma as his daughter’s love box grew moister by the second. Mark and his sons Michael and Robert were wanking furiously as they watched Paul stick out his tongue and begin to run it up and down the long sweet groove of his daughter’s cunt. Paul simply adored licking Janine and his talented tongue soon located her swollen clit that was sticking out in true pornographic style through the folds of her pussy skin.

“That’s it, uncle Paul,” Robert said, “lick her cunt nice and hard.”

“Yeah,” said Jenna, fingering herself as she watched, “my pussy needs some attention, too. Which one of you horny hunks wants to do me the privelege?”

Michael didn’t wait for his father or brother to reply, he quickly moved in and, taking Jenna by the shoulders, placed her on her back on the sofa alongside Janine. Then he knelt down next to his uncle Paul, who was still hungrily lapping away at Janine’s love box, and stuck out his tongue to treat the cousin he hadn’t seen in months to some nice hot incestuous cunnilingus. Indeed, it was such a long time since Michael had seen Jenna that he felt as if he was licking her for the first time and he was determined to show her just how much he had perfected his cunt-licking skills.

“Ooh, Michael,” Jenna squealed, “you are so much better at this than last time.”

“He’s been practising on Janine,” Mark answered, his pride overwhelming him as he watched his son licking his niece. Julie was starting to feel a bit left out of the action and was determined to put that to rights as she moved over to Mark and Robert and dropped down in front of the father and son pricks.

“Let me see you kiss while I suck you off,” said Julie, now well into her stride and only too pleased that she had allowed herself to be persuaded to come in for what passed as a nightcap in this particular family. As Mark and Robert began an incestuous gay snog, Julie engulfed Robert’s cock in her mouth while Mark, still in the throes of kissing his son, began to touch him up the ass.

“Wow!” said Janine, inbetween writhing and squirming to the continued onslaught of her father’s tongue, “look at uncle Mark and Robert going gay with each other.”

Paul looked round and smiled at his brother and nephew and also his sister who still had her mouth wrapped around Mark’s prick. Michael, too, momentarily suspended his licking of Jenna’s cunt to turn his head to smile at his father and brother.

“Go for it,” he said, “this is a fantastic family gangbang. Wonder what mom would say if she could see us?”

“Let’s not worry about that, lad,” Paul said to his nephew as the two of them went back to licking out Janine and Jenna respectively, “this is too much fun to think of things like that.”

After alternating between Mark and Robert’s pricks, Julie rested back on her haunches and smiled up at her brother and nephew. “I want to lick both your asses,” she said, “and I want you to carry on kissing while I do so.”

Mark and Robert exchanged bemused glances as they turned their backs on Julie to show her their naked father and son buttocks. “Spread your cheeks, boys,” Julie said and Mark and Robert eagerly complied, both leaning forward and clasping their buns with their hands and exposing their assholes to Julie’s eager ass-besotted eyes, their heads turned towards each other to carry on snogging as they waited for their bumholes to be rimmed.

“Oh yeah,” Julie said, having not had the pleasure of Robert’s anal canal for months, “your bottoms are so beautiful.” She reached out and ran her warm hands over the two sets of male ass cheeks, her left hand exploring her brother’s and her right her nephew’s while Mark and Robert continued exploring each other’s mouths with their hot incestuous tongues. Julie’s gaze lingered on the two firm rumps for several moments until she could sense the men getting impatient, then she quickly opened her mouth and fired her long wet tongue like an arrow deep into the gash between Robert’s buns.

Robert gasped as his aunt began the rim job with the expertise of the real ass fetishist. “Yeah,” said Mark, breaking konya escort the kiss with Robert and looking down to watch his sister’s tongue working its way along the long crack of his son’s backside, “lick my boy’s ass.”

“Oh yeah, aunt Julie,” said Robert, lasciviously, “your hot tongue feels so great in my ass.”

Across the way, Janine and Jenna had been thoroughly enjoying having their pussies licked by Paul and Michael but the grunts coming from the other side of the room were impossible for any of them to ignore. Like the mind readers they were, Paul and Michael withdrew their tongues from the now sodden twats and hauled the young ladies to their feet.

“Let’s go and watch the rimming,” said Paul, taking Janine by the hand and leading her across the room to where Julie was alternately licking Robert and Mark’s assholes. Jenna moved in close as well to get a better look as Julie once again went back to rimming Robert. Michael started to walk over to where the rimming was taking place, too, but was waylaid by his father on the way.

“I think its high time one of my sons got a nice hot paternal blowjob,” Mark said, dropping to his knees in front of Michael.

“Yeah, go on, uncle Mark,” said Jenna, “let’s see you suck Michael’s cock.”

Mark and Michael didn’t need any encouragement, they were family perverts of the highest order and as Michael slid his thick rod into his father’s mouth, Jenna, Janine, Robert and Paul began to wish they had eyes in other parts of their bodies as well, instead of having to dart them back and forth between the two sets of scintillating hardcore action …

3.

Paul stood in front of his daughter and niece as Janine began to suck on his stiff pole while Jenna went down on his balls. Julie needed to come up for air and rested back on her haunches as she removed her tongue from Robert’s asshole. Robert moved over to stand next to his brother so that Mark now had the two rock hard appendages of both his sons staring him in the face.

“Suck Robert, dad,” Michael said, pulling his cock out of Mark’s mouth, since there was no competition between the family members and, even though he had been enjoying his father’s administrations, Michael didn’t think it fair to hog him to himself. Julie started to finger her fanny as she watched her brother in action with her nephews while, on the other side of her, her other brother was still enjoying the oral attentions of her daughter and niece.

“This is what you call a gangbang,” Julie mused to herself. A momentary feeling of guilt that David, Shirley and Jack were not with them came and went very quickly when she thought of the threesome her husband was undoubtedly still enjoying back home with his parents. But, she pondered secretly, how wonderful it would be if she could get them all together for the biggest taboo orgy ever. Quietly to herself, Julie resolved that she would try to see her idea come to fruition.

“You ladies are fucking fantastic,” said Paul, his genitalia now almost completely vanished from view with his cock in his daughter’s mouth and his balls in his niece’s. “What you doing sitting over there, Julie? Come and lick my ass like you did Mark and Robert.”

“The three J’s” said Michael, masturbating in front of his father and brother, Robert still being deep-throated by Mark, “that’s what we’ll have to call you girls from now on.”

“Yeah,” said Robert, glancing over his shoulder as Julie shifted herself until she was kneeling behind Paul with his bum in her face, “funny you should all have names that begin with J.”

Paul was in a complete and utter world of his own now as he received the amorous attentions of all three lady family members. Julie’s tongue, fresh from swiping Mark and Robert’s assholes, now made its snake-like way along the gash between Paul’s buns and Paul knew he wouldn’t be able to refrain from shooting his load for much longer.

The sight of Julie licking Paul’s ass was a real turn-on for Mark. He let Robert’s cock slide out of his mouth and signalled with his eyes for his sons to turn round. Michael so far had not had a tongue up his ass that evening but he knew that that was about to be rectified in the next few seconds.

Michael and Robert were both true incestous male sex sluts, ever since they had been eligible to take part in the family orgies from their eighteenth birthdays onwards. Now fully experienced in just about every aspect of sex, they knew what their father wanted and didn’t need to be told by him to bend over, they simply leaned their bodies forward and spread their cheeks so that Mark now had the two twitching assholes of both his sons gaping wide open in front of him.

“Lick Michael’s ass first, dad,” said Robert, glancing over his shoulder as he pulled his buns as far apart as nature would allow them to go, “mine’s had a good long lick from aunt Julie.”

Michael too spread his cheeks as far as they would go and pushed his ass back into his father’s face. Mark didn’t waste a second as he sent out his tongue for a long hard lick of Michael’s sweaty fuck hole. The scent and taste of his son’s ass was intoxiicating in the extreme, the ladies watching the father and son rimming out the corners of their eyes as they continued their hungry consumption of Paul.

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It didn’t feel like adultery. Yes, we both cheated on our spouses. Yes, we hurt not only each other but also put in jeopardy those who loved us and trusted us. It caused us great anguish and torment. It was reckless. And yet I believe we would both do it all over again even knowing the pain that we were going to face.

It all began when I received an invitation to attend my high school reunion. Up until then I thought I was a happily married man with a bright future. I had no idea that this weekend was about to change my life. It was like a trap door was opened below me on the stage and I was falling out of control waiting to be shattered to pieces.

I hadn’t thought about Becky since high school. She had been a good friend. We flirted regularly but were both dating other people. I was pleasantly surprised when I ran into her at the opening reception. She was still attractive with a nice body that she kept in peak condition by teaching aerobics. Her red hair and sparkling green eyes made it hard not to be attracted to her.

We hit it off like old times and were soon engaged in long conversations about life and time past and lost innocence. She was married with three kids. I was married with two. Our spouses had stayed home. I was surprised when Becky told me that she had a crush on me in high school and wished all our flirting and teasing had led to something more. We talked until everyone had left. I finally walked her back to her hotel room.

“You can come in if you’d like,” she said in a matter-of fact manner like it was no big deal. “There is a bottle of wine in the mini-bar, and I’m not tired.”

We finished the bottle. A slow song from our high school days came on the oldies station playing in the background. I took her hand and pulled her from the chair. She threw her arms around my neck. Our bodies melded together and swayed to the music. We barely shuffled our feet. She looked up at me. Our lips brushed together and parted. Our tongues mingled. The song ended but we didn’t move. Our lower bodies pressed together in a slow grind. She finally pulled away.

“Wow. I can’t remember the last time I was kissed like that,” Becky said finally pulling away. “What’s happening?”

Rather than answer I pulled her back into my arms. The kiss resumed, this time with more passion. I slipped my hands down her back and pulled her tighter against me. It was like two teenagers discovering each other for the first time. Our bodies were on fire. She rubbed her pussy against my hard cock. My hand slipped down and squeezed her ass cheek. Becky finally pushed me away.

“We’d better stop before it gets out of control. We have others to think about. I’m sorry but I’m just not ready. Okay?”

I nodded as though I understood, but my head was spinning with lust. Reluctantly I headed for the door. When I opened it to leave she tilted her head for a goodnight kiss. That was all it took. I backed her against the wall and kissed her hard. We humped like two teenagers, shamelessly grinding our sex organs together. My hand went under her top and inside her bra. I tugged on her hard nipple.

Becky gasped and spun away from me. I pressed behind her sliding my hands around her waist and up under her top. I ground my cock into her ass cheeks and nibbled on her neck. My fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts and tweaked her nipples.

“Oh god, what are you doing to me,” she gasped. “We have to stop.”

Becky made no effort to pull away. I slid a hand across her stomach pushing it under the waistband of her white pants and into her panties. My fingers slid through the curly hair covering her mound until they reached the searing folds of her hot pussy. I curled two fingers into her body. She put her hand on my arm but made no effort to pull me away.

My fingers continued to dig inside her steamy passage. I found her clit with my thumb. Her juices were flowing onto my hand. I curled my fingers against her pelvic bone looking for that spot that drives most women crazy. Becky arched her back. Squeals and gasps exploded from her throat. Her body trembled. Juices gushed over my hand. Suddenly she pulled away from me.

“You have to go,” she ordered practically crying. “I’m sorry… I… I can’t…”

I went back to my room with a huge case of the blue balls. I should have done something to relieve the pressure but it somehow didn’t seem right. I fell asleep thinking about Becky. I was concerned that she might be mad at me for pushing her too far. When I saw her the next morning I went to apologize. She was not at all angry.

“You scared me, that’s all,” she explained apologetically. “I hardly ever have orgasms anymore, yet as soon as you touched me down there I exploded. I lost control. I wanted you inside me. I would have let you too. That’s why I pushed you away. I can’t cheat on my husband. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re a good person. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

We spent the day together at the class picnic. escort bayan bakırköy It was hard for us to keep our hands off each other but we didn’t want to raise any eyebrows. That night was the dinner-dance. Once again we closed the place down. This time I invited her to my room for a nightcap. I had a balcony that looked out over the ocean.

“Okay, but you have to be good,” she said teasingly.

“I promise to be as good as you want me to be.”

“Why does it always have to be the girl?’ Becky protested. “It’s just not fair.”

We stood on the balcony. I opened a bottle of wine which we drank while listening to the waves crashing ashore. We talked about our lives. We came to realize that despite being married we were both lonely and desperate to share feelings of intimacy. Becky had never been able to get over the time her husband cheated on her with her best friend. She stayed for the kids but they had grown apart.

The alcohol gradually did its work and loosened our inhibitions. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She tilted her face towards mine. Our lips met. I pulled her closer and shoved my tongue into her mouth. Our bodies melded together in a shameless rhythm of grinding and humping.

I took Becky’s hand and led her inside. We fell onto the bed. The kissing became more intense. I unzipped her dress down the back and loosened her bra. I pulled the straps from her shoulders exposing her naked breasts. My hand squeezed the soft flesh. I lowered my mouth and sucked a swollen nipple between my lips. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned.

My hand slipped under her dress. I pressed my fingers against her mound through the silk panties she was wearing. Moisture seeped through the thin material. I found the outline of her clit and rubbed it in circles with my fingertip. She gasped and grabbed my arm. Her body shuddered.

“I have to go pee,” she declared swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “Do you have something more comfortable I can slip into? I don’t want to wrinkle my dress.”

I handed her an oversized t-shirt. I decided to get more comfortable as well. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of loose gym shorts. When Becky returned I could see her nipples poking out and knew that she had removed her bra. She climbed onto the bed with her back to me and pulled my arm around her waist.

I snuggled close kissing her on the neck and ear while pressing my cock into her firm ass cheeks. My hand slid under the t-shirt she was wearing. I gently rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I slipped my other hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her panties. My lips moved from her neck to her ear which I tongued.

“Do me with your fingers,” Becky moaned pressing her pussy against me in a fucking motion.

I slipped my hand into her panties and curled two fingers up and into her steamy hole. Becky spread her thighs and dug her fingernails into my forearm. I fucked her with my fingers and kissed her neck. Her breathing became an erratic mixture of gasps and moans. I pinched down hard on her nipple and dug my fingers against her pelvic bone looking for her sweet spot. I must have hit it.

“Oh god… nnnngggghhhhh… gggggggaaaaaaaaa…”

A gush of juice oozed from her pussy and coated my fingers and hand. Her body jerked and shuddered. Her fingernails dug deeper into my arm. Squeals and moans were interspersed with gasps. I pulled my dripping fingers out of her pussy and rubbed them across her clit sending her to new heights of pleasure until she finally pulled my hand away to catch her breath.

“Oh god… wow. I usually have such a hard time getting one of those,” Becky gasped as she rolled to face me. “What are you doing to me?”

“I think we’re doing it to each other,” I replied sitting back on the bed with a big lump pushing up from the front of my gym shorts, “Except you’re the only one getting any relief.”

“You poor thing,” Becky teased. She snuggled up to me, pushed up my shirt and tweaked my nipples. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

I didn’t know what she had in mind, but my cock was about to explode. Becky leaned down and sucked my nipple into her mouth using her teeth and tongue to stimulate me.

“Do you like that?” Becky asked.

“It’s interesting. I don’t think they are connected like a woman’s, but it feels good.”

She moved her mouth to my other nipple. I pulled off my shirt while she was doing this. Her hand slid down my stomach and over the bulge in my shorts. She rubbed her fingers along my length. It was driving me crazy. She reached into my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my hard flesh.

“My goodness,” Becky teased and smiled up at me, “What do we have here?”

Our lips met in another hot kiss. Her hand stroked me firmly and quickly. I pushed my shorts down exposing my cock. Her hand went faster. I could feel my head pounding and knew escort halkalı I was close. Becky put her head on my chest to watch. I think she was going to take me in her mouth but I didn’t give her a chance. My balls boiled over. My cock swelled. I lifted off the bed and grunted.

The force of the explosion surprised both of us. Becky didn’t move quickly enough. Cum sprayed in a steady stream that shot straight up from the tip of my cock. It splashed off her cheek and up her nose landing in her hair. She aimed my cock away from her face and continued to pump. More cum splattered across my chest and stomach. The last few drops oozed over her hand and fingers. I fell back on the bed completely drained.

“Wow. That was a lot of stuff.” Becky said looking up at me. Her fingers were still wrapped around my wilting cock.

“I always try to make a good impression on a first date,” I joked.

“That you did,” she replied wiping cum from her cheek. “Now I know what a porn star feels like. I just got my first facial.”

“I aim to please, ma’am,” I teased. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. I have to get a load off my chest.”

“That you do,” Becky laughed. “Bring me a towel so I can clean as well.”

I returned from the bathroom wearing a clean pair of boxers. I sat down on the bed and handed Becky a wet towel. She wiped cum from her face and fingers. Then she snuggled next to me rubbing her hand across my chest and tweaking my nipples. She seemed to like doing that. I think it turned her on more than it did me.

“I better get back to my room,” she said with her head resting in the crook of my arm. “It’s getting late and I don’t want to tempt fate more than we already have.”

“You’re probably right. I just don’t want to let you go. It’s like magic being with you. Can’t we stretch it out a little longer?”

Becky tilted her head and looked up at me. We kissed. She swung a leg over my thigh. I pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head and threw it onto the floor. I could feel her hard nipples press into my naked chest. Our kiss resumed. I slid a hand down her back and slipped it under the waist band of her panties. My fingers kneaded the creamy skin of her cheeks and traced down the cleft between them. She humped my thigh.

“Oh god, I want you so badly,” she whispered while nibbling on my neck.

Becky kissed her way down my neck. Her hand slipped into the slit of my boxers and found my swollen meat. She wrapped her fingers around my hard flesh and gently stroked it. She sucked one of my nipples into her mouth and then kissed her way down my stomach. She hesitated with her mouth poised inches from my cock. The next thing I felt was her tongue shoot out and lick the head. She swirled it around my knob bathing it in saliva before sliding it between her lips.

Becky surprised me by her aggressiveness. She sucked my cock like a possessed woman. She teased my knob by raking her teeth across it before plunging her mouth down my length. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft and fucked it into the side of her cheek. Her tongue swirled across my hard flesh exploring every ridge and contour. Loud sucking and slurping sounds came from her mouth.

I grabbed her head pulling it from my cock. She looked at me with wild eyes. Spit was drooling from her lips. I kissed her hard shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her hand continued to stroke me in rapid jerks. She rolled onto her knees and bent over me to suck my cock back into her mouth. I reached between her legs, slipped my fingers under the crotch of her panties and rubbed her clit.

Becky attacked my cock with renewed passion. I was trying to match the bobbing movements of her head with my own thrusts. My pubic hair was completely soaked with saliva. Becky pulled me from her mouth to get some air. She moved forward and rubbed the head across her swollen nipple. Her breathing was erratic. She gasped for air. I jammed my fingers up into her hot pussy.

“Oh god… fuck me with your fingers… oh god… oh god…”

She slammed her mouth down on my cock and held it against her throat. Her tongue massaged the underside of my shaft. I pushed and felt it go even deeper. She opened her throat to let me inside. Becky pulled up gasping for air and drooling spit. Then she slammed her mouth down driving it even deeper into her throat until her lips were pressed against my pubes.

Once again I pulled her head up and looked into her lust filled eyes. Her lips were drooling strands of spit. I kissed her hard shoving my tongue deep into her mouth. Becky swung her leg over me and rubbed her pussy against the knob of my cock through her panties. I could feel them pushing into her opening. It would have been so easy to pull her panties to the side and shove my cock up her cunt, but a voice told me not to do it. She had made it clear she didn’t want that.

I broke away and rolled Becky off me and onto her back. I sucked on her nipples and continued escort bayan ataköy down her body until I was staring at the crotch of her panties. I pulled them to the side and gazed at the dripping folds of her pink pussy. Then I buried my face in her juicy peach. I flicked my tongue along her gash and pushed it into her steamy passage. Becky’s hands grabbed my head and pulled it tight against her.

I clamped my lips around her swollen mound and continued to fuck her with my tongue. She bucked up into my face squirming and twisting her body. I kept my mouth clamped tightly around her pussy making loud sucking and slurping sounds as I fucked her with my tongue. She was seeping with desire. Juices dribbled down my chin.

“Oh fuck… oh god… yes… yes…. right there… ooohhh…”

I shoved two fingers up her cunt and flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit. Becky lifted her ass off the bed and screamed. I clamped my mouth over her pussy and was rewarded with a sweet sticky gush that poured out of her body. Becky twisted and jerked on the bed while I kept my mouth clamped to her pussy. She finally collapsed with exhaustion.

“Ohmygod,” she said breathlessly, “No one has ever licked me like that.”

“Does that mean I’m being compared to one guy or a thousand?”

“I’ll keep you guessing on that one,” she laughed still trying to catch her breath. “Let’s just say I had some wild college years.”

“Didn’t we all? So tell me, what am I supposed to do with this?” I asked kneeling on the bed and showing her my throbbing cock which poked out shamelessly from my boxers.

“Take those things off and get up here,” she ordered. Becky sat back against the headboard of the bed.

I pulled off my boxers and walked forward on my knees straddling her legs until my cock was inches from her face. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and took me into her mouth. I grabbed her head and fucked her face like it was a pussy. Her mouth matched my thrusts making loud sucking and slurping sounds. Spit drooled from her lips in strands and fell onto her tits.

I was so close. Cum was churning in my balls and ready to explode at any second. I looked down at the pretty face with red hair and green eyes staring back at me. She slipped a hand into her panties and rubbed her clit as she continued to aggressively suck me. Her lips and tongue were working wonders on my cock.

“”I’m going to cum,” I warned.

Becky nodded her head. Her fingers were furiously digging into her pussy and rubbing her clit. Muffled moans escaped from her throat. My balls sent a surge of semen up my shaft. I clenched my teeth and grunted. Hot cum erupted into her mouth flooding it with spurt after spurt of creamy seed. I continued to fuck my cock between her lips until I was spent. Cum drooled from her mouth and dripped from her chin onto her tits.

Becky kept her lips around me. Her fingers were going faster and faster. Her body stiffened. My cock fell from her mouth. More cum flooded down her lips and chin. She slipped down on the bed and threw her head back. Her body contorted. Squeals reverberated off the walls until at last she collapsed breathing in gasps. I climbed off her and lay next to her on the bed.

“Ohmygod,” she said trying to catch her breath. “That’s number three in the same night. I think that’s a record.”

“Your fingers get all the credit for that one,” I teased.

“No. You get an assist,” Becky laughed. “Feeling you shoot in my mouth pushed me over the top. It felt so dirty and nasty. You are going to turn me into a shameless whore.”

“It’s my pleasure, ma’am,” I joked.

“And mine,” she laughed. “Oh, and before I forget, thank you.”

“For the mouthful?” I asked.

“No. Well yes, that too, but for not… for not going inside me when I was on top of you. I would have let you. I was so ready. I wanted you in me. I never would have forgiven myself.”

I was having a hard time understanding this woman’s principles. Apparently getting finger fucked, getting her pussy eaten and giving me a blowjob did not constitute cheating. Vaginal penetration by the penis seemed to be all that mattered. I briefly wondered where anal sex fell into her hierarchy of cheating but quickly dismissed the thought.

“I really do have to go,” Becky said as she cleaned my stuff from her lips, chin and tits. She climbed out of bed and picked up her dress. “I’ll never forget this weekend. Call me if you ever get out west.”

And that was it. I went home feeling guilty. It wasn’t so much that I had been physically intimate with another woman, but that I had feelings for her… strong feelings. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She had cast a spell over me. I knew it was crazy. I was married with two kids. She was married and had three kids. We lived on opposite coasts. This wasn’t going anywhere.

I tried to hide my guilt by having sex with my wife. We fucked like rabbits. Jane had always been a passionate woman and the sex wasn’t only good, it was fantastic. In fact, sex with Jane was so good that I should have been able to put Becky out of my mind. For some reason I couldn’t. I finally found an excuse to make a business trip out west and called Becky. I was nervous when she answered. Her first words were encouraging.

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“Is this a dildo?” asked Clara, holding the smooth, stainless steel tube tentatively by the base.

“Better,” Shawnee replied. “A vibrator. Haven’t you seen one before?”

Clara shook her head, her shoulder length reddish blonde hair flicking lightly over the high cheekbones flushed red by embarrassment. She was sleeping overnight at her best friend’s home, so they could get up early and get tickets for the Ulthar Cats’ concert.

Shawnee’s parents were out of town, trying to figure if her grandmother’s recent nude trip around the supermarket meant it was time to put her in a home. Resultantly, dinner had been a vegetable pizza, Shawnee having been a strict vegetarian since she had seen “Super Size This” two weeks before. They had ordered from the local parlour.

“You’ve got to see the delivery guy, Clara, he’s so hot,” Shawnee had told her. When the doorbell rang, she had added, “watch this,” and undid the top four buttons of the blouse stretched tautly across her chest. Shawnee had enormous breasts, huge round orbs that pressed ripely against whatever she wore. Her skin was the colour of milky coffee, a shade darker than caramel, and she had long, straight dark hair. Thin dark eyebrows perched exquisitely above her rich brown eyes. Her lips were a scarlet movie star pout.

“Hi,” she panted to the delivery guy. He looked about a year or two older than them, maybe twenty. His body was soaked in muscle that rippled with his every move, cold blue denim clinging to the large muscles of thigh and calve and cupping an impressive bulge at the crotch. Shawnee bent over, ostensibly to place the pizza on the table by the door while she paid him but really to give him a show. He obliged, staring deep into the fleshy, dark crevasse between her two stunning breasts. Shawnee looked up and smiled when she caught him looking, running her long pink tongue over her bright red lips. As Clara watched, that large bulge in the jeans twitched. Shawnee said, “thank you,” then closed the door with a swish of her ample hips.

“He’s going to jerk off in the van, I bet,” said Shawnee laughing.

They ate the pizza and watched DVDs, ignoring the films to talk about the rumoured immense endowment of the Ulthar Cats’ front man and, of course, lesser boys. Hesitantly, they both admitted they were still virgins, though Shawnee had given one guy a blowjob.

“What was it like?”

“It was great,” Shawnee replied, “like nothing I’d tasted before. It was sort of incredibly hard, yet there was a softness, too. It was about as long as my index finger, though much thicker. It had this big purple head. I took it all into my mouth and sucked on it for about a minute and then he came. All this sticky white stuff, it tasted salty.”

Then they had gone up to Shawnee’s room and when Clara had gone looking for a night-shirt, this long tube had fallen out onto the floor.

“Have you used it?” Clara asked.

“Yes,” said Shawnee, “though only on my pussy lips and over my clit. I’ve never stuck it deep inside me.”

“Will you show me?”

Slowly, not sure whether to do it or not until it was done, Shawnee lifted up the oversized T-shirt she slept in. It slid up over her dusky thighs and brushed lightly against her moist bush. Clara looked on, feeling her own pussy get wet like it did when she lay in bed and thought about some of the boys on the football team. Shawnee’s pussy was so different from hers, thick rubbery olive lips drooping out from a sparse tangle of coarse, tufty black hair. As the T-shirt continued up, Shawnee’s breasts were tugged up momentarily from the motion of the fabric. They bounced down and spilled out of the T-shirt, completely spherical with huge coppery aureolae. Shawnee stood nude before her best friend, aggressively defensive, one hand curled over but not concealing her mons.

“Show me,” was all that Clara said and handed her the vibrator.

Shawnee twisted the base and a low buzz suffused the room. She rubbed it over her breasts and placed it under her arms. “Have to warm it, a bit,” she said. Once more, she brought the vibrator to her magnificent breasts, running it around those large nipples, which quickly swelled into sharp points. She trailed it down her body, running it over her flat stomach and down into her bush. Her pussy was soaking, tiny beads of liquid heat falling to the carpet. Shawnee placed no more than an inch of the vibrator inside her, then slowly ran it around her cunt. She began to moan, almost reluctantly at first, but then louder and louder. Her legs buckled and she flopped back on the bed, still desperately running the toy around her labia. It sent liquid flying from her cunt in a spray that dashed against Clara’s still clothed legs, and she found herself touching the hot liquid to her lips. It tasted sweet and perfumed, like her own.

Shawnee lightly touched the vibrator to the thick dark bud bagcilaronline.com blossoming in the centre of her and came, screaming. The vibrator fell from her numbed hand and danced about on the floor as Shawnee lay paralysed on the bed, flushed and panting from perfect pleasure.

Clara had never been so aroused, not when she touched herself late at night, not in the car when she felt some boy’s thing pressing against her thigh. The liquid arousal in her cunt had completely soaked through her panties and formed dark stains on the front of her trousers.

“Do me,” she begged.

Shawnee countered, “Show me.”

With fingers numb and thick, Clara obliged. She slipped the shoulder straps of her top down her slender arms, and tugged the top over her shoulders. Her skin was porcelain white, her breasts – perhaps half the size of Shawnee’s – pale rich swells capped with chubby pink buds of nipples. She slipped off the jeans and the sodden panties with her back to Shawnee, displaying a fine, rounded ass, then turned to reveal the delicate curves of her pussy lips below a natural triangle of soft red hair, now damply shining.

“Lie on the bed,” Shawnee demanded.

Clara did and Shawnee retrieved the vibrator from the floor, crawling up the bed. She paused as her lips neared Clara’s pussy and sniffed. Clara’s cunt smelled of fruit, of pomegranate and mango, and Shawnee instinctively lapped out with her long tongue, licking Clara’s succulent pussy, spreading saliva around her lips and fluttering at her clitoris. Clara moaned loudly and Shawnee thanked god her parents were away. She continued her journey up Clara’s body, pausing only to briefly nip one nipple with her teeth. At last, she lay a top her teenage lover, their breasts squashed together, the juice in their pussies mingling. Shawnee kissed Clara’s pouting pink lips as her dark hand caressed the pale skin below Clara’s bush, revelling in the sweet hot moisture. She sucked on Clara’s nipples as she brought the vibrator against her pussy. Clara came immediately, silently, the only sign of her incredible pleasure the vice grip of her hands on Shawnee’s neck.

They slept nude on the bed, sticky limbs entwined, their pussies grazing against each other in the fevered dreams of the night. In the morning, Shawnee woke to find Clara gone. A note perched guiltily on the bedside table.

Shawnee, it read, what we did last night was wrong. I’m sorry but I can’t see you again. I’m going to have my father transfer yours to a different corporate office, with a promotion of course. I’m sure you’ll understand. Clara Barrington.

“Bitch,” screamed Shawnee to no one in particular. Michael Barrington, Clara’s father, was head of Barrington Industries, a business colossus that he had raised himself from a garage based software company. When she and Clara had become friends at a corporate event, her father had been pleased, though she imagined he would never credit just how she would improve his career.

Clara stood in the queue for maybe an hour to get her ticket. Halfway along a bum squatted, as dilapidated as the building he leaned against. She opened her purse and he got a look at more than ten fifty-dollar bills. Then she opened her change purse and gave him a dime. Sure she could have got the ticket immediately from one of her daddy’s media contacts but that would be missing the point. Momentarily, she felt guilty about her treatment of Shawnee, but then she realised that with the move Shawnee’s family would have more money. Clara remembered Shawnee saying how much she liked New York – she’d have her daddy move them their. All it would take were the right words – ever since Mom had died, daddy did whatever she wanted just to make her happy. Daddy thought Shawnee’s dad should move up anyway, he just hadn’t wanted to deprive his daughter of her friend.

Once she bought the ticket – the squat tattooed woman who sold it to her laughing secretly at her – she clutched it like the Holy Grail.

The night of the concert, her father drove her to the stadium in one of his less ostentatious cars. He dropped her at the gate, kissed her good-bye and told her he’d pick her up in a few hours, then drove off. Once his car had disappeared, Clara went behind one of the parked buses and tore off the modest blouse she was wearing.

(Unknown to her, a porcine bus driver too doused in caffeine to sleep spilled his drink in surprise and masturbated furiously as this heaven sent nymph undressed beside his coach.)

Underneath the blouse she wore a low cut top that clung to her beautiful breasts like skin. Likewise she took off her jeans to reveal a tiny skirt bunched up around her waist, making it obvious that she wore no panties.

(At this point the bus driver came, mottled white fluid gushing out of his cock. He caught it in his coffee cup. An hour later, forgetting, atakoymarka.com he accidentally took a big swig, then spent the rest of the concert vomiting on the spot where the exquisite teenager had stripped.)

The opening act was all right. Nothing special but they did a couple of good covers, their own material being utterly dire. Then the Ulthar Cats came on, and from the first chord to the last falling echo of Den Buck’s powerful voice, Clara was in rapture. Her pussy as wet as last night when Shawnee had… but no, she shouldn’t think of that; her nipples making large spikes in her tiny red top; her eyes filled only by Den and thoughts of Den. As he sang, she imagined his lips on hers, his cock filling her cunt as they slowly made love on a four poster bed. In dreams she toured the world with him, as he fucked her every night to endless orgasm.

She had been dancing up front, fruitlessly trying to get him to notice her, so she was working her way out when the guy approached her. He was scruffy, smothered in thick brown hair and wearing a bruised leather jacket to match. He was short, much shorter than her and skeleton thin.

“Saw the way you were looking at Den. Like you’d cream if he smiled at you. Wanna go backstage?”

Clara had been getting indignant, right up to the point where he mentioned backstage. Then, because no one had taught her, in all those fine schools, how to live out on the street, she nodded frantically.

“Not free, girl. Gonna be fifty bucks and a blowjob for me. But who knows, maybe you’ll get to see if Buck’s as big as they say.”

She couldn’t even think about refusing after that.

“Okay, girlie, follow me.”

He took her by the hand and led her to a shadowed corner of the arena.

“Got the fifty bucks?” She handed it to him.

“Alright,” he said, tugging down the fly on his jeans and letting his long, thin cock flop out. “Go to work.”

Clara knelt in front of him and ran the back of one hand over her lips. She had no clue what to do, but knew if she didn’t get this right he wouldn’t let her backstage. She thought back to Shawnee’s story, that night seeming so long ago now.

She reached out and wrapped one small, pale hand around the slim flesh dangling long between the stranger’s legs. Oddly, she felt the same powerful desire that had stolen her reason in Shawnee’s bed grip her again. The man’s cock was thickening even as she held it. She lifted the head to her pouting lips and kissed it gently, then began to lap at it like a cat. His cock grew steadily, swelling until it stood rock hard off his body, no longer requiring her support. She still did hold it though, enjoying the sensation, and slowly stroked it as she suckled on its head.

He was beginning to moan low now, and Clara marvelled at the size of his cock. It was much bigger than the vibrator. She estimated it was more than a foot long, and it was so thick her hand could not close around it, her clear nail varnish glinted distantly at her thumb.

When she opened her mouth and slowly swallowed perhaps two inches of his immense cock, he pulled out of her.

His voice was thick and desperate. “I’ve got to have you,” he whispered.

He pulled her up and spun them, pressing her against the wall and lifting her. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him to hold herself up. Clara felt his monster cock pressing against her dripping wet cunt and suddenly realised she was as desperate to have him inside her as he was to fuck her. One hand under her ass, squeezing between her cheeks to brush delicately at her asshole, the stranger’s other hand tugged down her top, spilling her left breast out. He sucked on her nipple, then bit it as he rammed the full length of his cock into her. She screamed in pain as he split her cherry, but as he kept fucking her and kept lapping at her delicate nipple she began to feel a pleasure growing that made even the unbelievable orgasm Shawnee had given her seem insignificant. Somewhere, she thought that this experience would only make her time with Den Buck better.

His thick cock strained inside her, her tiny young cunt gripping it with fiery ardour and making it fight for every inch. Agonisingly, ecstatically, finally he managed to slide it all the way in, the monster bathing in her teenaged arousal.

“You’re so tight,” he breathed. “Oh, God! You’re so tight.”

Slowly, but then with increasing speed he began to stroke his huge cock in and out of her virgin pussy. Clara felt it, stretching her, fulfilling her. She began to moan, and ran her hand through the rough hair of the stranger’s head. As she felt her pleasure peaking Clara closed her eyes and leaned her head back, over and over whispering “I’m coming” to the sky.

She kept uttering it well after her second orgasm had begun to build from the relentless fucking of the bakirkoymarka.com stranger’s huge cock. He was moaning now, too, though it sounded almost despairing and she wondered if she was doing something wrong. She looked at him to see what the matter was, and saw her father standing shocked and destroyed watching her fuck a complete unknown. He turned and walked quickly away.

She battered at the stranger’s shoulders until he put her down, his fat cock plopping out of her pussy with a slow thick glottal sound. She tugged down her skirt and up her blouse and chased her daddy.

Clara grabbed his shoulder and spun him round. He broke her grip with one rough shrug and shoved her back. She fell and her skirt rucked up, exposing her red raw and sopping cunt. Her father looked away in disgust and she covered her cunt with her hand.

“I was so proud of you,” he said, crying, “and now I find you’re just a little slut who’ll fuck anybody. Listen carefully now.” He was all business, and Clara knew whatever he said now, he would mean to the grave. “You are no longer my daughter. I will never see you again. You will not come home, not even to get clothes. All you have is what you’ve got now.”

He walked off, utterly calm. Clara chased him again, begging him to stop. He drove off without a word.

Finally, she walked back to where the stranger had fucked her. He was standing there, smoking a cigarette, his thick cock trapped behind his jeans again.

“That your dad?” he asked. “He pissed?” he inquired, after she had nodded.

“He’s thrown me out,” Clara said and at last burst into tears. She fell at his feet, hugging his legs and sobbing, her cheek resting against his big dick.

There was only one good thing left in her life. “Can you get me backstage now?”

“Um… sorry, girl, but… I mean, I was just wanting to get some head from a pretty teenager. I don’t know the fucking band.”

He walked off, Napoleon in rags, leaving her sprawled in a foetus on the ground.

Two months later, Clara had burned through all the money she had had in her purse that night, frugality not being a virtue she had cultivated. She sat in an all-night diner, abusing the bottomless coffee mug policy. Then she saw him watching her.

He sat in the corner booth, gaunt and tall and pale against the red fake leather. His hair was longer than hers and jet black, straggly. His eyes were dark as his hair and utterly empty of any life or interest, but still she felt his regard inspecting her pert body. From time to time people came in and gave him money for little baggies. When she saw the amount of money, she went over and offered what she had left to him.

Clara and her mystery tramp drifted across the country slowly, stuttering back and forth over state lines at his whim. One night, they stayed in a derelict house in Florida, a beachfront property of three floors, all shattered windows and crumbling plaster, the work of teenagers and the sea air. In the top floor bathroom, they stood surrounded by used condoms and charred cigarettes, Clara resting naked, arms braced in front of a mirror covered in an intricate cobweb of minor fractures. In the mirror, she looked into his empty eyes as he lined his hard cock up with her no longer virgin asshole and forced it all the way home. The pain from his entries had disappeared now and she felt only the rough pleasure of his cock in her ass.

He was not as big as the stranger – if he had been, she doubted she could ever have accommodated him there – but he was still pretty well-hung. As he fucked her in long slow strokes of unvarying rhythm, one hand played with her breasts, cynically caressing her nipples in the perfect way to get her off. The other mechanically fondled her clit – every time they screwed he brought her to multiple screaming orgasms, without once seeming to care. Even as she gasped her pleasure, he didn’t react, just kept fucking her perfectly. At last he came, spilling his come inside her ass from where it would later trickle coldly out.

Once he was done he pulled out and went into the other room to lie down. Clara walked over to the window in the gable end of the house, letting the wind caress her nude body. The chill brought her small nipples to almost painful stiffness and the air cooled her moist pussy. In the distance she could see the flickering lights of a beach party rearing against the sky. She could hear the cheerful sounds of happy people having fun, mingling with the strains of a good sound system blasting out bad music – musical soundtracks and Kenny G. But then someone with taste must have changed the CD because suddenly Bob Dylan was singing.

“How does it feel to be on your own, a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?”

So she’d fucked up her life, had she? So what? So she’d ended up sitting in the ruins of a once proud house, her ass raw from the careless attentions of a lover who didn’t care about her. So what? How did it feel?

Clara wished she could go to him, go to those carefree fools at the beach party and tell them that each day she felt a little less terrible, as she drowned in her unknown little life.

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