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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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I was the first one in the showers. Mom and Dad joined me. We were washing each other’s backs when Sue and Bobby arrived. We made room for them. I finished lathering up, rinsed myself and stepped out of the shower. I figured I would get things organized for dinner.

Just after I got out of the shower, Sue dropped the soap. She bent over in front of Dad. “Better be careful, Sis, I’m still pretty horny.”

Sue straightened up and grinned, “I’m pretty horny too. I don’t think anyone has gotten their rocks off yet.”

Mom, always practical, said there would be plenty of time to take care of everyone’s concerns after dinner. I handed her a towel as she stepped out of the shower. I dried her back and slipped a hand around her and cupped one of her breasts. She turned her head and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, “None of that until after dinner.”

We busied ourselves with dinner preparations. Dad finished showering and set up the bar. Sue and Bobby completed their showers and helped all of us get dinner on.

After dinner and after everything was cleaned up and put away, we headed for the hot tub. We all slipped into the tub. Sue was sitting between Bobby and Dad. Mom and I were sitting across from them. Dad jokingly commented that we could have collected a lot more firewood if we hadn’t all gotten side tracked.

Then his words trailed off. Mom and I could see that Sue was jacking Dad’s and Bobby’s cocks under the water. Sue said, “I hope we’re still going down that side track. I told you I was still pretty horny while we were showering.” She stopped beating Dad’s and Bobby’s meat and stood up. Sue ran a finger up between her pussy lips then pinched her nipples, before sitting on the edge of the hot tub.

She spread her legs wide, then she spread her labia so Mom and I could see how wet her pink succulent pussy was. Sue slipped two fingers in and began to finger fuck herself. “I’ve got to get off or I’ll go nuts!”

“Speaking of nuts,” I said, “how about a little race?”

“What kind of race? And who’s in it?’ asked Bobby.

“I was wondering how fast Mom and Sue could pop your and Dad’s nuts by using just their mouths.”

Sue stopped fingering her pussy, “Sounds interesting. What’s the prize for the winner?”

“Other than a mouthful of creamy cum, I’ll eat the winner’s pussy until she has an orgasm or two or three.”

“Is there a consolation prize for the runner up?”

“I’ll think of something to reward her for her efforts. Here are the rules. Mouths, tongues and lips only. No hands. Dad and Bobby can’t face fuck. They have to keep their hands on their hips or keep their arms folded. And no fingers up the ass to press their glands.”

“Who are the teams?” Mom asked.

“Rather than wife and husband, I think sister and brother.” “Works for me. How about you, Sue?”

Sue licked her lips, “Works for me too.” Dad and Bobby just grinned.

“Let’s go inside. I want to video tape the action and time the contest with a stopwatch.”

We all got out of the hot tub and dried off. Both Dad and Bobby had the beginnings of a hard-on.

When we got inside, I went to my room and found my stopwatch. Mom had the video camera loaded and ready to go. I asked Dad and Bobby to lean against the back of the sofa. I placed two cushions on the floor in front of them. After moving some other furniture out of the way so I could move around during the filming and checking the lighting, I asked Mom and Sue to get ready.

Both women kneeled in front of their brothers. Dad and Bobby folded their arms across their chests. They were both fully erect in anticipation.

“O.K. Ladies, get ready. You may hold your cock with one hand until you get your lips around it. Then, no hands. No jacking, hand twisting, stroking, or fondling of nut sacs and, especially, no index fingers up the ass!”

Mom and Sue both grasped the erect cock in front of them and held it in front of their mouths. I started the video camera, which was on a cart-mounted tripod.

“Ready! Set! Go! Ladies, suck your cocks!” I started the stopwatch.

I wished I was down there with them on my knees. Maybe later. My own cock was hard and standing erect against my stomach.

Mom slid her mouth down the length of Bobby’s cock shaft. She placed her hands on her legs, just above her knees, to brace herself. She started to rock back and forth.

As her brother’s hard cock slid in and out of her mouth, Bobby kahramanmaraş escort unfolded his arms, placed his hands on the back of the sofa, and leaned back to enjoy the blowjob being administered by his big sister.

Sue, on the other hand, reached around Dad’s hips and gripped the back edge of the sofa with her hands. She slammed her mouth down the length of her brother’s cock. Dad grunted and Sue gagged, slightly, as she swallowed his cock and banged her nose into his pelvic bone.

She backed off a bit as she used her arms to push and pull her upper body, and her mouth, up and down her brother’s rigid cock. Sue had her lips clamped tight around Dad’s cock shaft as she masturbated him with her mouth.

Mom and Bobby continued at a pace that seemed almost leisurely as Sue’s mouth pistoned up and down Dad’s cock. Dad said, “Get ready, Sis. Here I cum!”

Sue opened her eyes wide as she gulped down Dad’s first cum wad. She opened her mouth as Dad shot another gob onto her tongue. The next wad hit on her chin. The following wads hit her neck and chest.

The stopwatch recorded four minutes and thirty-seven seconds from first suck to cumming.

One gob landed on her left tit. It ran down across her areola and hard nipple and dripped onto her thigh. I followed that gob’s journey with the video. That little trip is one of the most erotic scenes that I’ve ever photographed or caught on video.

Mom heard Dad’s remark. She stopped sucking off Bobby and watched Sue receive her creamy prize. I don’t believe Mom was serious about winning the race.

After Dad blew most of his load, she winked at me, sucked Bobby’s nuts into her mouth for a moment, then ran her tongue along the underside of his cock from his balls to the crown in one wet lavicious lick.

Mom shifted her position so she was more comfortable. She moved so she was up on one knee and one foot. She looked at me, and the camera, as she slipped two fingers into her shaven pussy. Then she opened her mouth, slipped her tongue under the head of Bobby’s cock and swallowed it until her chin was pressed against his ball sac.

Sue was lying on her back. She was pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts. Her legs were widely spread. “Eat my cunt, Bud. Give me my prize. Eat me!”

Her blowjob efforts had really turned her on. Her pussy was wet and her juices had run down the inside of her thighs. The cushion, which she had been kneeling on as she blew her brother, had a wet spot.

“Come on, Bud, eat my wet cunt!” Sue was now spreading her smooth bare pussy lips with her fingers and rubbing her hands over her pussy.

I looked at Dad. He was looking at Mom and Bobby, who were deep into a slow, sensuous blowjob. He cock was semi-hard and there was a drop of cum on the tip.

I couldn’t resist. I leaned forward and licked off the cum drop, then slid my mouth over his cockhead and down his shaft. Dad put his hand on the back of my head as he pumped his hips a couple of times and pushed his cock into my throat.

Sue moaned, “Eat me! You can suck him off later! Eat me now! You promised!”

And so I had. But first, I French kissed Sue, then sucked her hard left nipple. I licked her thigh and cleaned up that erotic cum drop.

I ran my tongue from her thigh, back across her belly, then down to her wet juicy cunt. She held her pussy lips open as I ran my tongue into her slit. I pushed my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could.

“Eat me! Oh! Yes! Eat me!”

It didn’t take long to get Sue off. I fastened my lips around her clit and as I sucked and tickled her with my tongue, I found her G spot with my index finger. She exploded as she arched her back and pushed her pussy against my face. She moaned, groaned and cussed as she got her rocks off.

I looked up as Bobby groaned and Mom gasped. She pulled his cock out of her mouth as Bobby blew his load. Mom had a hand wrapped around his cock. She rubbed it against her face as his cum flowed up through her fingers as she spread it on her eyelids, lips and cheeks.

As Sue flopped back on the carpet, I crawled over to Mom and Bobby. I licked some of his cum off Mom’s face. Then I sucked his cock into my mouth and sucked out and swallowed the last of his cum.

I returned to kissing and cleaning Mom’s face. “I want to fuck you,” I told her. She put her arms around my shoulders. “Yes, let’s fuck.”

I helped her to kastamonu escort her feet. I turned her so she faced the sofa back. Mom bent over and leaned forward over the back of the sofa. I stood behind her and ran my cockhead up and down her slit and around her ass.

She reached back, grasped my cock and said, “Fuck me!”

I lined my cock up and pushed it into her warm welcoming pussy. As I stroked away, I felt hair brush the inside of my thighs. I looked down. Sue had slid between my legs. She was sitting on her butt.

She was in a position that, when she tilted her head back, she could lick Mom’s pussy and, if I pulled my cock out, she could pull it down to lick and suck it.

I was enjoying the fuck and suck when I felt hands on my shoulders and a cock between my thighs. I looked over my shoulder to see Bobby. Sue alternated between Mom’s pussy, my cock and Bobby’s cock.

Dad must have handed her some lube, because I felt Bobby’s greased cock slide up between my thighs and ass cheeks, just before Sue guided it up to my pucker and Bobby pushed it into my ass.

All of a sudden I was a fucker and a suckee and fuckee.

Sue must have either squeezed Bobby’s nuts or shoved a finger up his ass, because I felt his cock twitch and jerk as he blew a load into my ass. Sue tugged my nut sac and I blew my load into Mom’s pussy.

The evening ended after Sue and Dad cleaned my load out of Mom and Bobby licked my cock clean.

After cleaning up, I crashed. I slept late. I think the silence in the house awakened me. I got up, showered and shaved and went looking for everyone else.

They were all seated around the shaded patio table reading the newspapers. I found a carton of yogurt, fixed some toast, poured myself a cup of coffee and joined them.

“Morning, Bud.”

“Good morning.” I sat down and began to eat my breakfast. They continued to read the papers until Sue asked, “What was my time in the suck off?”

“Four minutes and thirty-seven seconds.”

“Not a record, I’m sure. But, my personal best at this moment. I know I can do better.”

Dad said, “Take it easy on whomever you train with. I thought you were going to skin my dick with your teeth.”

“Oh, come on! I was careful to just use my lips.”

“Well, just be careful, you could hurt yourself or your partner. But, enough of that. We better get with it if we are going to haul in any firewood before it gets too hot.”

Mom said she had a lot of chores to do around the cabin. Sue said she would help Mom, unless we could use an extra pair of hands.

Dad said he, Bobby and I could handle it.

The next question was what should we wear. Bobby said, ” I think hats, sandals, gloves, and lots of sunscreen should do it.

We cleaned up the papers and got ready. The first thing to do was to liberally apply sunscreen. Mom did Dad’s back. I spread a heavy coat on Bobby’s back. And Sue did my back.

I was rubbing sunscreen on my chest when Sue moved around in front of me. She squeezed a large amount of lotion into her hands. She gripped my cock and balls with both of her hands as she applied the sunscreen.

“You’re getting stubbly. You need to touch up your smooth look.”

“I’ll do that tonight.”

“I’ll help.” Sue gave my cock and balls a final rub and squeeze.

We filled water jugs and loaded them on the one-wheeled game cart. We found some rope to tie on the firewood after it was loaded onto the cart. We had a final cup of coffee, while the sunscreen completely soaked in.

We headed up the trail. We decided to start with the woodpiles that were furthest from the cabin. Once we got the cart loaded, Bobby and I took it back to the cabin. Dad stayed behind and moved some of the wood closer to the trail.

Bobby and Dad took the next load back. I hauled a bunch of wood to the trail for the third trip. We loaded the cart again and the three of us moved it down the trail. After we got to the cabin and got the cart unloaded, we used the outdoor shower to wash off the sweat and dirt.

It was lunchtime, but before eating we applied sunscreen again. Sue gave my cock and balls a thorough application again. We ate a quick lunch and returned to our work.

Dad and I hauled the fourth cartload to the cabin. When we got back to Bobby, he was laying spread eagled on his back on the ground. “Jeez, I like being naked and in the sun!” He might have kayseri escort been jerking off because his cock was semi-hard.

“Let’s go, we only have a couple of more loads to go.”

Bobby and I hauled the fifth load to the cabin woodpile. The last load was near the grove. After we got the cart loaded, we pushed it to the grove. Dad suggested taking a break.

We were drinking water when Bobby ran across the grass to the far side of the grove. He turned and ran back towards us. He jumped and spun around and shouted how he liked being naked out of doors.

His sweaty body glistened in the sun. Dad and I watched him as he moved back towards us. His cock and low hanging balls were swinging, bouncing and swaying as he jumped and spun about.

He stopped in front of us, then he put his arms around Dad and me and pulled us against himself. The three of us hugged together is a sweaty huddle.

Dad said, “How would you like to have me swing my sweaty cock up your sweaty ass?”

Bobby bent down, lifted Dad’s cock, and slipped it into his mouth. He looked up. “It’s not sweaty any more and does that answer you question?”

“Mount the log.”

Bobby walked over to the log at the edge of the grove. He leaned forward and draped himself over the log. Dad spread Bobby’s legs wide so his ass was exposed. Then Dad surprised me. He pulled Bobby’s cock and balls down, then he got on his knees and ran his tongue across Bobby’s balls and up his ass crack. Dad rimmed Bobby’s asshole with his tongue and left a big wad of spit there.

As Dad stood up, he turned to me, “Suck up my cock.” I leaned into his crotch and opened my mouth to swallow his cock. I gave him several deep sucks as his cock instantly hardened. I left a good coating of saliva as I stood back up and Dad placed his cockhead against Bobby’s tight asshole.

As Dad pushed his cock into Bobby, I moved around in front of Bobby. I held my cock in front of his face. “Have some more salt meat.” Bobby opened his mouth and I slipped my cock down his throat. Dad was slowly stroking his cock in and out of Bobby’s ass. I moved my hips and fucked Bobby’s face in unison with Dad.

After a few minutes, Dad stopped. He looked at me, “Your turn.” He pulled his cock out of Bobby’s ass and waited for us to change positions. I moved around into Bobby’s place and draped myself over the log.

Bobby moved around to where I had been standing on the other side of the log. He held his cock in front of my face. I opened my mouth so he could slip his sweaty, salty cock down my throat. It tasted great!

Dad pushed his cock up my ass. It felt great! I relaxed and went limp as my face and ass were fucked with vigor. Bobby backed out of my mouth as Dad buried his cock balls deep in my ass before unloading a large load into my guts.

Dad’s hard-on wilted and his cock dropped out of my asshole. Bobby still had a hard-on and my cock was stiff. I spit in my hand and lubed my cock with spit. I turned to Dad. “Your turn.”

Dad lay over the log. Bobby immediately presented his cock to Dad and Dad sucked it deep down his throat. I spit in my hand again, lubed my cock with it and pushed my cockhead into Dad’s ass.

Bobby was fucking Dad’s face and I was fucking his tight ass. It didn’t take me long to get set to blow my load. I unloaded in Dad’s ass as I felt his cum leaking out of my ass and running down my legs.

As I blew cum up Dad’s ass, Bobby lost it and creamed Dad’s face. Dad stood up as we both pulled out of him. We stood around for a moment, then moved over to the cart and hauled the last load of wood to the cabin.

It was quiet when we got to the cabin. We didn’t unload the cart. Instead we went looking for Mom and Sue. We found them in the bedroom. Mom and Sue were sharing the opposite ends of a double dong. They were lying quietly and rubbing their cunts and tits.

I leaned over Mom, moved her hand and slipped my lips over her clit. Bobby did the same to Sue. They looked up at us. Mom noticed the cum on Dad’s face. She propped herself up on her elbow.

Sue ran her hand up my leg. She felt Dad’s cum which had leaked out of my asshole. “I didn’t hear any howling.”

“It’s pretty hard to howl when your mouth is stuffed with a hard piece of salt meat.”

We cleaned up together in the showers. Sue helped me remove my stubble and restore my smooth look.

Everyone seemed tired. As we ate dinner, the talk was desultory and the only reference to anything sexual was when Sue, who almost seemed to be talking to herself, mentioned that she wondered what it would be like to be the recipient of a golden shower.

We retired to the hot tub. Stiff back, leg and shoulder muscles and limp dick muscles seemed to dictate an early bedtime for all of us.

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Julie’s fingers would slide across the cold stone surface, sending a chill up her arm. A coy smile would crease across her porcelain face. She thought the man had good taste, despite his over masculine portrayal. He knew what a lady would enjoy. She bent over to peer into the mirror, reflecting her smooth skin on her face. Julie would dab over her nose with the pressed powder that lay on the counter humming softly, nearly impatient waiting for the man’s return.

Julie would dwaddle for a solid hour, letting the satin robe envelope her form as she paced the floor. Alternating between the pacing and sitting on the soft downy covers on the bed tapping her hand against the bed post staring at the heavy wooden door that was slightly ajar. As her eyes would grow heavy, fatigued by the earlier steamy session, and the fire wrapping warmth around her near bare body, she would sense a large figure hovering over her now supine body. A heavy hand would drape loose stands of hair behind the ear.

A soft moan would escape from Julie’s pursed lips taking in the oak-smokey smell the man exuded in her presence. Her body would relax further, his arms wrapping around her waist, hoisting her higher into the bed, his body now bare of his silken robe, the only clothing donned would be his boxers. The down comforter pressed down around her head as his weight would now over tower hers. His hips pressed against hers. His lips would press against her smooth neck, Julie’s eyes would open, her fingers draping across his upper back, encouraging the affection.

His hands would deftly undo the satin robe exposing the skin and flesh to the warm air. Julie’s body would immediately react lifting her hips to his, her hands lifting and pushing the boxers down across his chiseled thighs, freeing his manhood. His erect veined cock would hang near horizontally as he pressed himself bakırköy eskort against her exposed thighs and inner legs. Their soft writhing would guide it across her moistened slit.

His lips would find her tender lips, arousing her further, his tongue dipping into her mouth, overwhelming her senses with his taste, his weight and his touch. His hands would begin to trace across the smooth surface of her body, his calloused hands cupping the soft mounds, his thumbs tweaking across the already erect nipples. His thumb and forefinger would grasp each of them, twisting and tweaking each nipple, as his hungry lips continue to press against Julie’s soft tender moist lips.

A moan would escape her lips, breaking the kiss as her hips would rise against his, demanding more, demanding him. He would respond by pressing his hips into hers, his cock sliding between her creamy thighs, sliding up against her moistened slit roughly. His hand would wrap around her neck and head as his other hand would slide between them, pressing the head of his cock into the tender entry she offered.

Julie’s inner muscles would flicker around the tip as it penetrated her. Her pussy walls would slowly be spread by the intruding cock. His bulbous tip spreading her inner walls, his broad hips pressing her thighs apart. She would bend her knees instinctively, wrapping her legs around his hips wanting him deep. With one deft thrust he would slide into her, her tight walls stretched around his cock. A carnal moan would escape as he felt her tender silken walls slide open like a hot knife pushing through butter. Julie would cry out in utter pleasure as she would feel his head push past her velvety hot spot.

His hips would begin to thrust. He would push Julie’s hips into the plush bedding, thrusting over and over. Fighting the tightening escort fulya walls around his cock, Julie’s body writhed and curved up with each thrust. Her moans desperate, hungry and lustful, thoroughly enjoying his force. Her fingers would drag across his chest, tracing across his lower abdomen, occasionally her hand would dip down to their own connection, spreading her own lips for a deeper penetration. His thickened shaft would push deeper with each thrust, his moans deep, gasping as her aroused body would tighten around his cock. The sensation suffocating, intense, and intimate and he would want more, thrusting further for more.

Julie’s moans would grow, her chest heaving, her nipples at their most erect. The pleasure building in her lower abdomen, she would resist the urge to release her climax, her body beginning to shiver and quiver. He would feel her clamp down; the familiar feeling of her pending orgasm would encourage him to keep thrusting, pushing past her tightness, feeling the moisture around his cock grow as she could not resist the surge of pleasure much longer.

Julie would finally release, the overwhelming bridge of pleasure crossing her face like a wave in the ocean. The endorphins rushing through her system, making her eyes squeeze shut the moans growing low, guttural and instinctive. Her body writhing and clenching against the bed spread. Her muscles trembling beneath the massive male figure.

He would groan feeling the muscles flicker over his cock. He would clench his abdomen as he would feel his pending explosion. He’d reach up against her lifted thigh and press it up over his own shoulders, thrusting the furthest her body would allow, as her body clenched he would push through, until the rolling sensation enveloped his cock and the liquid manhood would begin to leak uncontrollably.

With ataköy eskort a loud cry out of pleasure he’d plant his knees down against the bed and his hips firmly against hers, letting his scrotum thrust against her tender skin below his cock. His cock would explode, spurting his cum into her, coating her inner walls with his seed. He’d moan milking himself against her quivering walls.

Julie would pull the man closer as he completed the orgasm. She would gently thrust from below milking his thickened shaft. His weight growing more and more braced against her body, until he rolled across her body, pulling her onto his hips as his eyes grew heavy, overwhelmed by his own rush of endorphins. Her hands would gingerly placed around his arm and torso, her eyes closing accepting the inevitable pleasure state the two were in.

The fire would flicker further, dying slowly as the wood fuel would disintegrate. The man would wrap the dozing Julie in the comforter, his lips pressing against her neck whispering hoarsely, “Clean up, I will return for more later.” His hands firm yet gentle as he stroked her naked body underneath the blanket. Julie would moan softly her reply and her body left cool with his body gone.

He would be gone for several hours, completing remaining business he had left. Julie would rise in that times, letting the satin robe remain on the bed. Her curvaceous hips would sway as she made her way into the ceramic tiled bath. She’d gingerly wash herself, using the lavender vanilla soap among her body. Soft moans would escape as her mind would disappear to the scenes that unraveled during the day. Before her mind would drift further the water began to cool, she would rinse quickly so she could be wrapped in a towel.

Her hands grabbed at the plush royal purple towel. Her moist body would move efficiently around the room, she would crouch next to that same marble stone counter lifting the tab of the envelope that he had left before walking in for the second session. Her eyes would count the bills, when she found it sufficient she placed it in her clutch and returned to the bed to prepare for his re-entrance.

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“There’s a much nicer ambience at my place,” is the sentence that begins the second part of our first amazing evening together. We’ve been sitting at the bar for over three hours, and the place has been getting more and more crowded, but thankfully never to the point where we can’t hear ourselves speak. We didn’t really expect to be here this long-when I suggested we meet for a drink or two at about seven at a quiet tavern near your office, who would have thought it would turn into a spontaneously agreed-upon dinner at a Japanese restaurant around the corner, followed by a half mile walk for overpriced but dead-on apple martinis at stop number three, a dimly lit hipster dive with a reddish glow in the air and Tom Waits tunes meandering from the speakers overhead. It’s almost eleven-thirty now, and what was supposed to be a modest Friday night date before you headed home to rise early for a trip tomorrow has become something much more. And when you suggest walking back to your apartment, I suddenly feel very sure I’ll be rushing to jump on the very last Metro of the night in the wee hours.

Of course, you can never predict instant physical attraction, and from our cautious initial flirtations after our first drink sprung something much more tangible. I had almost no choice in the matter, obviously, since you looked so stunning when you appeared, dressed in a tight black skirt and a white sweater which is all neckline. The scrunchie tying up your hair adds a wholesome, first-day-of-college feeling to your look which is belied by your amazingly sexy body. The first time you really laughed tonight, you leaned over a bit to touch my arm, and I responded in kind, and from that point on we seemed to get closer and closer to each other at the first bar, culminating in a little soft hand-holding after dessert. We held hands on the walk to this trendy place and our knees have been in constant contact with each other ever since as we talked about our jobs, our families, the state of the modern comic book, and whatever happened to the whole Atkins thing. So very nice.

“What do they charge for martinis at your place?” I ask you, smiling, looking down at your fingers enclosed in mine on the bar.

“Very little,” you say. “But bigger tips are expected.”

We leave the bar and walk out into the perfect summer night, Friday party-goers passing us left and right, breathlessly in search of what we’ve already found, which is the ideal companion to usher in the late hours. It’s only three blocks to your apartment, and we laugh and hold hands tightly, your footsteps right beside mine. The smell of your perfume has a much greater effect on me than the few drinks I had tonight. I can’t wait to kiss you, and wonder where exactly it will happen.

Standing behind you as you produce your keys to open your door, I lean over to smell your hair without you noticing. I look at the nape of your neck longingly, knowing that it’s going to be getting some very intimate attention before too long. The anticipation is priceless. Knowing that the night began with us knowing so little about each other, and then, in seemingly the blink of an eye, knowing that the night will end with my lips on yours….who needs more reason to be alive.

Your living room is dark and you choose to keep it that way, turning the light on only in the kitchen to let its illumination flow towards us, but fall well short. You kick off your heels right away and I leave my shoes behind as you take my hand and lead me over to the sofa.

“Sit down,” you tell me. “Want anything? Glass of wine?”

“No, I’m perfect,” I tell you, and sit on the cozy sofa, turning my body toward you in expectation. You sit down beside me close enough so that I know we’re not here to make idle conversation. All our talk, great as it was, was for being out in public and unable to do what we truly wanted after only a couple of hours: kiss. You smile as I lift your right hand in my left and I place my lips tenderly to it.

“Such a gentleman,” you say softly. “Want some music?”

“Absolutely,” I say, and you bend over to the nearby knickknack table to lift a remote control, making sure to leave your hand at my disposal. You press Play and the quiet strains of Nina Simone float into the air. You set the remote control down again and lean right back into place on the sofa, your body turned entirely toward me. You bring your legs up and fold them before you, leaning your head in your free hand. I kiss the other one again and set it down gently on your lap, keeping one finger curled around one of yours.

“Well, I’m glad you like me,” you say. “I almost had my doubts there for a little while.”

“Really?” I say, turning your hand over to expose the palm, which I begin to stroke with infinite lightness using just my index finger. “What gave you doubts? Was it the way I’ve been gazing into your eyes all night? And moving closer and closer?”

“I was going by another criteria,” you say, looking down at your palm as it’s treated to a tiny, affectionate massage. nisantasiescort.com “I know you liked my personality, but there are other aspects of me I was expecting you to respond to.”

“Mmmm, other aspects, yes,” I reply. “I noticed everything a man can notice, believe me.”

“Did you now?” you inquire sweetly, and place a finger beneath my chin the way you did back at the bar when we broached, ever so briefly, the subject of sex and what men love about it so much. “You know, I’ve been watching your eyes and never once did you frisk me with them. That’s pretty commendable.”

“Not once,” I confirm. “I know I must have set some sort of record. I have the endurance of Shackleton.”

“Of course, being an absolutely flawless gentleman can make a girl feel unwanted,” you say, moving your finger seductively below my chin, tickling it.

“If it makes you feel any better,” I tell you honestly, “when you went to make that phone call during dessert, I helped myself to some secret sights.”

“Good, good,” you say. “I thought about turning around after a few steps to see if I could catch you.”

“I expected that,” I tell you, “and I was on guard against you being so sly.”

You lower your hand and rest it on my arm. “What I was really expecting was some subtle glances at the place most men tend to get lost in. In fact, I wore this sweater just to make sure it happened.” You laugh.

“And I haven’t fallen into your trap, not once,” I say proudly. On the CD, one song ends and another begins. The music seems so soft in the background, it could almost be playing only inside our heads.

“You’ve lasted so very long,” you tell me, interrupting my massage of your palm to fully hold my hand, “that I wouldn’t be at all put off if you broke down and took a nice long look right now.”

“Ahhhh,” I whisper, moving my face a little closer to yours in the semi-darkness, “I’m not collapsing that easily.”

“No?” you sulk pleasantly, responding to my movement by bringing yourself toward me.

“I’m waiting for a chance at a more private view,” I say, and then our lips have pressed together for the first time. I bring my hand up to touch your neck as we connect, and this is no tentative peck; we come together and stay together for quite some time. I’m amazed at the softness of your lips, intoxicated by their warmth. I’ve wanted to be this close to you all night and now it feels just as it should. You let out almost inaudible sounds of comfort when we shift our lips to accommodate the other’s movements. I find myself doing the same thing. You slowly raise your arms to place them on my chest, curling your fingers into my shirt and bringing me even closer to you. We break our kiss for just one moment to get our breath and look into each other’s desirous eyes. Then we come together even more intently, and I slide forward on the couch a few inches to get as close to you as possible, wrapping my arms around you. Strands of your hair tickle my forehead and you feel my tongue slip onto yours. They entwine and play for a moment. Then I pull back and place several small, earnest kisses on your mouth, each one more delicate than the last, making you smile at their silly storybook tenderness, before I bring my hands up to your face and kiss you far more passionately. You respond with a yearning sound and sift your fingers through my hair. I love the feeling that your lipstick will leave tiny traces of you on my mouth, love the way you brush the hair away from my eyes as our lips get wetter and wetter. You lift your right leg slightly to rest your knee on mine, cozying up for a nice long spell of making out.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” you purr when we pause to luxuriate for a bit in the sensations of our bodies cuddling, our faces so very close. Even in the gloom, you can see the details of my hazel eyes as they gaze into yours. “It didn’t take us very long to get comfortable, did it?” you ask rhetorically.

“Not long, no,” I answer. “Let’s get even more comfortable. I have nowhere to be.”

We kiss again, and sink ever so slowly into the cushions on the sofa. I drown in the scent of your perfume and your skin. I control our kisses for a few moments, my hands touching your face, guiding it gently as my lips journey over yours, turning it when I want to kiss your cheek and then lower my attention to your neck, which I brush serenely with my mouth before resting a firm, resolute kiss there as my hand draws a loving path from your neck to your ear. Then you’ve leaned into me and kissed my chin before pulling my head forward to assert yourself, smothering my lips with yours, nibbling on my bottom lip hungrily, pushing your tongue into mine. We let them dance with each other for a time, and intensify our embrace.

It goes on. At one point, I lay your head back against the back of the sofa, where you let it rest as I move my lips downward, kissing every part of your neck, sometimes with the most tentative touches, sometimes with a firmness that lets you escortcapa.com know you’ve truly become mine. I rest my lips upon your skin as you close your eyes and I move them slowly from left to right across your neck, letting a little moisture create a gliding sensation on you, and I end my path with a modest flick of the tongue on your earlobe. I pinch it almost unnoticeably between my teeth for a second and you giggle in a most womanly way. You next feel my lips press on the upper part of your chest, just inches above the slope of your cleavage, and it causes you to arch your back. I place the tip of my tongue a couple of inches lower, leaving a trace of moisture there for you to feel. Then your lips are covered by mine again, your head pressed back with the insistence of this next kiss. I stroke your hair and inhale you. I hear you whisper my name and when our faces are as close as they can be, your eyes open and we become utterly lost in the sight of each other’s heavy expressions of want.

Without a word we lie down on the sofa beside each other. You rest your right leg on my side as we make out, sliding it up and down, rubbing me blissfully. Our arms remain wrapped around each other. Our kisses become softer and sweeter for a few minutes, romantic ones, kisses for a gazebo in the park. But then I see something a little different in your eyes, a fresh desire equaled by mine, and you roll on top me, your breasts pressing maddeningly against my chest. You begin to kiss me and somehow tease me at the same time, drowning me with long, wet, minute-long kisses that lull me into a wondrous lethargy in which I am completely under your control, the movement of your head dictating mine completely, only to release me at a point of ultimate comfort to shift your weight with awesome friction and start all over again. Sometimes when you lift your head from mine, my eyes remain closed and my mouth involuntarily moves toward yours. You won’t give me what I want so easily, playing a little game where you start to make our lips connect but then pull back until I’ve rested my head again to await whatever you do next. Your hands sift through my hair as you lay a kiss on me that is so brazen in its wetness that I make a sound of surprise. Your tongue probes my mouth and sinks in deep, causing mine to lick and swirl with yours almost in self-defense. Your face moves and bobs above mine with increasing rapidity, pressing down with open lust, your mouth opening wider, smearing your lips across mine, and I lean up to run both my hands through your hair, grabbing it and tilting your head back so I can suckle on your neck. You moan as I draw your soft flesh into my mouth, leaving a fond red mark there.

We make out the way inexperienced teenagers can only dream of for a good twenty minutes. We find ourselves wallowing in every kind of contact our mouths can make. Lying side by side, I kiss your eyelids, your hair, push the fabric of your white sweater off your shoulder and tongue you there too. I take your fingers and kiss them one by one. I turn you over completely and use nothing but my moist lips to make love the back of your neck. Your distant purrs let me know I’m doing things just the way you like. Your sweater has shimmied up from your stomach with all our squirming and I rub the almost impossibly warm skin there. When we face each other again, I keep one hand stroking back and forth across your naked belly.

You do something to me then that you can have no clue creates an almost raging passion in me. You take my index finger and you silently draw the tip of it into your mouth, licking it, making eye contact with me as you do it, and then you move on to the next finger, and take a little more of it into your mouth than before. It’s a sight and sensation more erotic than any I know. At last you make one of my fingers almost disappear into you, sucking on it, then letting it out with exquisite slowness.

Time spins out and eventually we find ourselves lying beside each other and merely gazing, your hand on my chest, mine on your stomach, still moving there comfortably. Our mouths are partially numb, partially tingling from our amazing kissing session. My hair is mussed, my shirt is untucked. Your sweater is halfway up your stomach and your skirt has been creased. The Nina Simone CD has long since gone back to Track One and started over.

“You’re not going to be leaving here for a while,” you tell me, your voice low and silky.

“I have no intention to,” I tell you.

“Now I really know you like me,” you say. “I could feel it on my thigh when I sucked on your finger. I could feel it very strongly.”

“You should be able to feel that for many hours to come,” I assure you.

You smile at me. “Sit up,” you say, and you’ve lifted your leg off me to let me up. I’m almost disappointed, I had become so cozy. I sit up and run my hands through my disordered hair. You rise off the sofa entirely, and you bend to the remote control again. You take the volume of the CD down escortfindikzade.com a tiny bit, and then you turn to face me, standing above me, looking down.

“Here I come, handsome,” you say, and you place one knee on either side of me, lowering your hips to my lap, settling in, your skirt becoming taut, making yourself at home on me. I have no complaints. You push my hair behind my ears, straighten the collar of my shirt. Then you touch my lips, parting them.

“Do me a favor now, and close those hazel eyes of yours,” you say. Done deal. Within my new world of darkness, I feel you shift on me and I hear fabric moving against fabric.

“Keep them closed, now,” you say. “You’re about to get your wish.” I feel your hands settle on my shoulders. I sense your torso moving forward, and your hand brings my head closer to you, holding me by the hair. Then I feel soft flesh against my cheeks, and I realize you’ve taken off your sweater. I’m unable to keep myself from opening my eyes now. You guide your cleavage, snug inside a blue satin bra, into my face. I sink into it, your breasts brushing my cheeks, surrounding me.

“Better?” you ask, looking down at me.

“All kinds of,” I say, and bring my hands up to your bra. I cup your breasts through it, and then I squeeze them, a full handful of warm, pearly flesh in each palm. After holding them firm for a moment, I slide my palms back and forth across the satin, slowly rotating my hands to knead those breasts, so pillowy, so white. You sigh and rub my shoulders absently, barely able to keep focused on it. My hands dip between your bra straps and your skin and massage you tenderly. Then they move those straps down off your shoulders. Your cleavage becomes more pronounced as the straps hang there. I could take your bra off entirely now but I don’t. I see you’re loving your view as much as mine as my eyes take in this wondrous sight.

I bring my lips toward your right breast and I kiss it as I massage the other. My tongue emerges and touches your flesh. I kiss you right above the cup of your bra, and then my tongue has snaked inside that cup to where your nipple is still concealed. With great dexterity, my tongue washes over your hard nipple, then brings it out, freeing it from the bra cup. I enclose it fully between my lips and give it one long, firm suck, then let it go. I bring my left hand up and pinch it between my fingers as my lips drift across your canyon and move to the other bra cup. Again, I kiss your breast before inserting my tongue beneath the satin, exploring, licking the nipple, then pushing away the satin to free it. I poke my tongue more fully out and rest it upon it, then flick it a little, causing you to moan. I pinch it as well between my fingers, and then, yearning to see what your breasts look like fully exposed, I peel down the bra cups until they spill out, touching my face again. I grip your breasts in my hands and swirl my tongue around each nipple, careful not to brush the tips now, getting them wetter and wetter. They become hard as pebbles, and then I flick them with a newly moistened tongue, making you wince with pleasure. I enclose each in my mouth, drawing in as much flesh as I can as my hands stroke the sides of your breasts, then push them toward each other. I place my tongue between them and draw it upwards, licking all the way up to your neck. Then, pressing on your breasts, I move my hands in wide, slow swirls, rubbing and moving them against each other. The skin of one breast brushes against the other again and again as I turn my head to savor each nipple. When I lift my head, they’re soaked in saliva, creating an erotic coolness there, a sensation of guilty pleasure that keeps them aroused and erect. I lean back to just look at your breasts, admire them, worship them, all the while keeping my hands working on them in a lazy midnight massage. Your bra slips little by little down your arms. You run your hands across my chest and undo the top three buttons, and then, after a hesitation to look down at your nipples and see my fingers playing with them, pressing them into your flesh with my thumbs, you undo three more. You move your hands inside my shirt and rub my muscled chest.

“You like what you see?” you ask me in a breathy voice.

“I love it,” I tell you. “Tell me if you like this,” I say, and reach beside me, to where your fuzzy white sweater rests on the sofa. I lift it, rest it on my upturned palms, and bring the fabric up to your breasts. I press the sweater against them, and holding it firmly, I move it from side to side across your nipples. All it takes is one brief second of that kind of obscenely delicious friction to cause you to gasp and tense your shoulders. Your tits jiggle with the sudden shock, which I much enjoy. I rub your nipples with your sweater and you gasp again, sucking in air, jerking back involuntarily. But after a moment to collect yourself, you dare to bring your chest forward again, to where the sweater is held taut and still. You reach up and cup your breasts and squeeze the flesh around your nipples to reduce their sensitivity just a bit. I draw the sweater across the stony tips again and you cry out and throw your head back and sigh. You can’t take it anymore and you push the sweater away, smiling and breathing hard. Two tiny circles of wetness have appeared on the fabric.

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“Oh yes, baby, suck my cock. Oh, Rachel, your tongue feels amazing.”

This was my daily routine. I woke up and as soon as I gain my senses I can feel my cock start to stiffen. The more I think about it, the harder it gets. My balls start to ache and I need a release. A quick jerk is all I need before I get out of bed. My name is Richard. I’m 24 years old. Rachel, my fantasy girl, is my 19 year old sister. I felt ashamed when I first started fantasizing about my sister while jerking off, but I can’t help it. I’ve had girlfriends in the past, but as soon as Tricia turned 18, other girls were not an option. Tricia had brown hair down to her shoulders. She had medium sized breasts…perfect to suck on and squeeze, or at least I imagine they would be. She had the perfect body in my mind.

My day continued normally. I went to work at the hardware store, using my lunch break to beat off once more. On Fridays, I always had to stay late. I had to clean the store up by myself and make sure everything was in order. I arrived home at around 10:30. The lights were all off at my house. My parents, my sister, and I were going to our cabin by the lake for the weekend. We were leaving very early in the morning and I knew they wanted to go to bed as early as possible.

I entered my house and grabbed a drink from the fridge. My body was sore and I needed to masturbate once more before sleeping. I walked upstairs and I could hear a thumping sound coming from my parent’s room. Their door was closed and I knew they were fucking. My parents had a very healthy sexual side to them. It didn’t bother me in the least bit, in fact, I could feel my cock start to tense up. I walked by their room and headed to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and changed into a pair of boxers and a T-shirt.

When I was done, I noticed that the thumping sound had stopped.

“Perhaps, they are going to bed…” I thought.

Rachel’s door was before mine. I noticed that her lights were off, but her door was open a crack. I took a peek inside while slowly walking by, but she wasn’t there. I walked up to the door, knocked softly twice and opened the door. No sign of her.

“Must be at a party or something…mom and dad will be pissed if she comes in after midnight”, I thought kütahya escort to myself.

I paused in the doorway for a second. My mind began to wander while the blood started to rush to my crotch. I walked in and left the door ajar just in case someone came. I headed to her dresser and opened her top drawer. In it was a rainbow of panties and thongs. I lifted a couple up, imagining my sister in them. I reached to the back of the drawer and pulled out a small vibrator she tries to hide there. I brought it close to my nose and slowly smelled the aroma of young pussy. I closed my eyes and licked the dildo to get the magnificent taste on my tongue. My cock was rock hard at this point.

“Alright, goodnight Mom. Goodnight Dad.”

“What was that!?” My head jerked around to the door. My sister was saying goodnight to my parents. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t go in the hallway or stay in this room. Certainly not with my boner sticking straight out and without sign of calming down. I panicked and ran into her closet. I was telling myself I was doomed. This was punishment for all those times I thought about her. Her closet was in the corner of her room opposite her bed. I ran in and while I started to close the door, she was opening the door to walk in. I didn’t even have time to close the closet door.

My heart was pounding against my chest. I was sure she could hear it. I leaned against her dresses and jackets in the closet, but could still see into her room through the crack in the door. I was surprised when she entered the room wearing nothing but a faded yellow T-shirt that just barely covered her belly button and a pair of bright red cotton panties.

She looked so sexy, but I couldn’t help but wonder where she was this entire time.

I watched her go up to the mirror next to her bed and watch herself. I watched her close her eyes and start to run her fingers over her breasts. Her nipples were instantly hard as she began to squeeze on her breasts. She made soft moaning sounds while her own hands explored her body. She watched herself twists her nipples outside her shirt and rub her fingers on the soft fabric of her underwear. She slowly walked to her bed and laid down. She removed her shirt and threw it manisa escort to the side.

At this point my jaw dropped. Her breasts came to life bouncing around after being set free. She lay on her back with her crotch pointing straight toward me. This was turning out to be a dream come true. I watched red fabric of her panties start to darken as she rubbed herself more. She then removed her panties and threw them straight out and they landed right next to the closet door. I looked down, and then looked at her. Her eyes were closed and her mind was lost in ecstasy. I reached out and snatched the pair of underwear and brought them to my nose. They were very damp and the smell was so sweet my mouth began to water. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I lowered my boxers and, in the darkness, I wrapped the damp panties around my cock and began to pump. I pictured myself fucking her soaking pussy while I watched her stick one finger, then two, then three into her hole. She sucked on her fingertips and I watched her body tense up and watched her lift her hips in the air while she had her orgasm. The sight of her giving herself over to pleasure was my breaking point. My cum shot into her panties, completely soaking them.

The smell of sex felt heavy in the room. While pulling my boxers up, I began to dread what would happen next. I’d have to sit in this dark closet without making a sound waiting for her to fall asleep. To my surprise, she fell asleep soon after. She didn’t even both putting her clothes back on. She lay there stark naked, practically spread eagle. When I could hear her breathing heavily, I finally left the closet.

I walked by her bed, staring at my sisters body. The little girl who used to pester me all the time was now the object of my lust. I’d do anything to fuck her brains out right here, right now. I stared at her pussy, still a bit red from her vigorous rubbing.

“Perhaps…just a sniff.” I thought

I slowly walked up to her bed. Her bald pussy was still wet from her juices. I brought my face down to her crotch and took a whiff. That’s all it took to bring my boner back to attention. I needed to see how much I could get away with.

I brought two fingers down and placed them on her pussy lips. I paused mardin escort and waited for any sign of life, but she continued her steady breathing pattern. I began to slowly rub my fingers in circles around her clit and her lips. This was already getting so hot. I released my cock from my boxers and began to slowly beat off. I rubbed my fingers against my lips to taste her sweet juices. I brought my hand back down to her body, this time her breasts. I rubbed around her nipples in circles. I could see that they were starting to stiffen. I started to beat my cock faster. Just then she moved. I panicked and almost let out a quick yell, but all she did was turn to lie on her stomach. I paused for a couple of minutes. Her breathing was still steady, she was still asleep. I got my first great shot of my sister’s ass. I started pumping my cock again.

I noticed her head was very close to the edge of the bed. Her soft lips just begging to have a cock near them. I grabbed my dick and pressed it against her lips. My eyes rolled in the back of my head. There was no way I could fuck her mouth without her realizing it, so I simply rubbed my head around her lips a few times. I pulled away and started to beat even faster. I walked down to her ass and began to caress it with my fingers. I spread her cheeks ever so slightly and looked at her brown hole. It looked soft, but tight. I slowly used one finger and began to rub her asshole. My other hand began to ferociously pump on my cock. As I was getting more and more into it, I managed to start opening her asshole up and letting my finger slide in. At this point, I didn’t care if she woke up.

“Mm…daddy…”

I stopped everything. Was my sister awake? What did she just say? I stopped and listened closely.

“..daddy…don’t stop…mmm”

I couldn’t believe it. While I was fingering her asshole, she started to have a sex dream about my father!

I didn’t know what to do. Thoughts began rushing through my mind. I pictured my father fucking Rachel’s ass. I couldn’t believe it. Was this just another fantasy of mine? I needed to know.

There was nothing I could do now though. I sucked on my finger for a bit, then reinserted it into her ass. I was determined to cum right there. I pumped my cock. I could feel my balls tighten and soon I released a few strings of pearly white cum onto her lower back.

My last orgasm was quite fulfilling. I decided to leave the cum on her back and I decided that there was some questions that needed to be answered, but first…sleep.

To be continued…

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“Oh, God. Another meeting.” That was my initial reaction when I looked at my afternoon schedule. Another boring discussion about where the company should be headed. As a mid level secretary, my opinions or suggestions were unimportant; my skills at recording all of the “shared information” would be the only reason I was included in the meeting at all.

I knew I would never make it through the afternoon without another cup of coffee. As I walked past my co-worker’s workstation, she reminded me that a new consultant was making a presentation at the meeting. “I better get a double espresso instead,” I thought.

I got into the conference room early, making sure I had a seat near an outlet in case my notebook battery failed. I could take notes by hand, but it was faster, and easier, to record notes on the electronic notebook. Besides, then I could hide behind the screen when I started to roll my eyes.

The team members started to fill in the seats at the conference table around me. We were all engaged in the usual small talk when Mr. Richards, our boss, walked into the room. He was accompanied by an attractive gentleman, who I had to assume was our “new consultant.”

Mr. Richards walked to the head of the table. “Ladies and gentlemen, I would like you to meet Brad Matthews. He is going to help us with our group consolidation. He has some common sense ideas. So let’s give him our undivided attention, please.”

Everyone turned to look at “Brad”. “Well groomed,” I thought. “Neat. Organized. Somewhere in his mid to late 40’s, maybe. Married, 2.5 kids, drives a sedan.” I put him in the pigeonhole where guys like him belonged.

But then he started to talk. His voice was softer than I expected. “As Mr. Richards said, my name is Brad Matthews. Let me tell you a little about myself before we get started,” he said. “First off, I’d like to thank you for remembering to get me a cup of coffee.” As he said this, he reached over my right shoulder and picked up my coffee cup. He took a long sip, and as he turned to walk away, he looked at me and winked.

“Seriously?” I thought. “Who does this guy think he is?” I added “pompous asshole” to his pigeonhole.

I struggled to keep up with Brad’s presentation. Without my coffee, I was losing focus. And his voice was almost hypnotic. Finally, he wrapped it up, but asked me to stay behind so he could punctuate some of my notes with more detailed explanations. It was all I could do to keep from falling over on my keyboard.

After everyone else left the room he walked over behind my chair and leaned escort acıbadem over my right shoulder, replacing the coffee cup from where he had taken it earlier. But instead of standing back up, he remained leaning over me, his lips close to my ear. “Sorry about your coffee,” he whispered. “It just smelled so good, I couldn’t help myself.”

I turned toward him, and came face to face with the most incredible light brown eyes I had ever seen. “That’s okay,” I managed to croak as I looked back at my notebook.

“No, it’s not,” he answered. “At least let me take you somewhere to replace it. It’s the least I can do.”

He had to stop whispering in my ear. It was making me a little crazy. “It’s just coffee,” I said. I turned toward him again. He was still leaning over me, his face just inches away from mine. It was at that moment that I made the mistake of looking at his lips, then back up into his eyes.

He caught the glance, and he moved his left hand onto my shoulder. I could feel the warmth of his fingers through my blouse. I began to wonder what it would feel like to have those fingers exploring my flesh. My breathing was becoming shallower by the moment. “Meet me for a drink after work,” he suggested. “Even if it’s just coffee.”

A million scenarios began swimming through my head, all of them ending up in the same place. I couldn’t understand it. I just met this guy, and all of a sudden I’m having fantasies about him? What was happening? I kept thinking to myself, “It’s just coffee. It’s just coffee.” Like I could fool myself.

“Sure. That would be great,” I told him.

5:00 rolled around, and he appeared at my desk. My heart was pounding through my chest. I hadn’t felt so nervous since my senior prom, and that was a long, long time ago. He patiently waited while I finished clearing off my desk and locking up.

“So where to?” he asked.

“Well, if it’s just coffee, we could go over to the bookstore,” I offered.

So that’s where we ended up. Sitting together on a sofa in the back of the bookstore, sipping coffee. Talking. Getting to know each other. Making sure he wasn’t married. Or a serial killer. Or gay. All the important stuff.

Somehow we kept moving closer together. Even after the coffee was gone, we sat, talking. His voice began to hypnotize me again.

Especially when he leaned over and whispered, “I want to kiss you.”

I looked down and closed my eyes, trying to get my head to stop spinning. He reached over and brushed my hair back, escort dudullu and then his lips were there, gently nuzzling my neck. It felt so good, so deliciously arousing. He stopped, and took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes. And then he kissed me, slowly, gently, like he had all the time in the world. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the heat that was spreading inside me. He trailed kisses back to my ear, and then, so softly, he said, “I want to make love to you. I want to touch you and kiss you and taste every inch of you.”

“Yes.” It was all I could say, and it came out in a whisper that could barely be heard. I was completely under his spell.

That was how I ended up in his bedroom. I don’t even remember getting there. He took off his clothes, and then he made me sit on the edge of the bed. He undressed me so slowly, with that same relaxed feeling like he had nothing but time. First he took off my blouse, and massaged my arms and back. Then he reached back and unhooked my bra. As he slid the straps off my shoulders, he kissed the path of each strap down my arms.

He knelt down on the floor in front of me and took my left breast in his hand, and took my nipple into his mouth, and nibbled and sucked until it was throbbing; and then he did the same thing to my right nipple. My fingers were tangled in his hair as he bit and sucked on my breasts, and I thrilled in watching him flick his tongue across me. I could feel how wet I was getting and I could only guess that he was getting hard as well.

He undid my belt and pushed me back on the bed to take off my pants. When I was naked there on his bed, he straddled his knees over me, and pushed me up so my feet were off the floor, too. Then he positioned himself over me and asked me to take his cock in my mouth. I flicked my tongue around the tip of his penis, and then I grasped him gently with my right hand and took him into my mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned as I sucked and teased him with my tongue; his pleasure made me want him even more.

He pulled away from me, and slid his body down over me. He slipped his legs between mine, forcing them apart. Leaning on his hands so he wouldn’t crush me, he bent down and kissed me again, forcing his tongue into my mouth, consuming me with his desire. I could feel his cock throbbing against me, and I began to writhe beneath him. His mouth traced light kisses all over me as he moved down my neck, my breasts, down my belly until he knelt between my legs. He maneuvered his arms under escort kavacık my thighs and lifted my sex to his mouth.

I had never felt anything like this before. It was as if he were kissing and licking and sucking me into unconsciousness. He slowed down and began to leisurely lick my pussy, his tongue plunging into me every now and then, punctuated by small bursts of air that he blew into me between strokes of his tongue. He moved his arms out from beneath me, and gently slid two, then three fingers of one hand inside of me. With his other hand, he spread the lips of my pussy and flicked his tongue across my clit. I couldn’t help thrusting my hips up into him as I began to slide into oblivion. I reached my hands down and buried my fingers into his hair as his tongue and fingers worked faster on me. I was grinding my hips into his mouth, harder and faster. I realized then that I was moaning, and saying, ‘Oh, God, yes, yes,” over and over, and getting louder and louder. I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to cum in his mouth, NOW.

He knew I was close, and he thrust his fingers inside me as far as he could while his tongue whipped my clit. I looked down at him, between my legs with his fingers and tongue buried inside my pussy, and bit back a scream as I came, hard and fast.

I was shaking from the intensity of my orgasm, and still pulsing inside, when he withdrew his fingers and pulled away from me. “Get on your hands and knees,” he whispered. I rolled over and did as he asked.

He knelt behind me, and slipped his cock inside me. He moaned as he massaged his hands across my ass and then gripped my hips tightly. He started off in a slow rhythm, and then he thrust into me faster and faster. I could tell he was watching as his cock moved in and out of me.

As he began to whisper, “Yes, oh, yes,” I could feel another orgasm building inside me. I dropped my head, and as I did, he reached up and pulled my hair. He called out, “yes, yes, yes” in time with the thrusts of his cock. He buried himself as far into me as he could, and held me there as he came inside me. I could feel the heat of his cum, and the thought of it drove me over the edge again. I opened my mouth in a silent scream as I melted, on my hands and knees, with his cock still throbbing inside me.

Exhausted, I collapsed underneath him, and he fell to the bed with me, making sure that he didn’t slide out of me. He managed to move us onto our sides, and we stayed there, spooned like that, his arms wrapped around me, and started to fall asleep.

As I drifted off, I wondered how I was going to deal with this the next day. How I was going to be able to work in the same office as this guy, who turned out to be single, no kids, and drove a 4 x 4 pickup truck. He seemed to read my mind, because he softly whispered into my ear, “Don’t worry. It’s just coffee.” I snuggled closer to him and fell into a blissful sleep.

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Chris Walker was nervous, his best college buddy, Kyle Lancaster had invited him to spend Spring Break with the Lancaster Family. His own parents were backpacking in Europe on their second honeymoon and Chris hated being alone in his house so he had taken the invite.

One look at the Lancaster homestead and he relaxed a little. It was wide, spacious, and had a meticulously manicured lawn. It was an inviting sort of place. Kyle had boasted about a pool and Jacuzzi, a fully stocked bar, a poor table, a big screen TV and hot neighbor girls. But even so he couldn’t shake the nervousness, he’d never lived with anyone, despite hating to be left alone; he didn’t even have a roommate at the University. A good part of him was excited and a little part was sad. This was his freshman year and he missed his parents, hometown and friends. He signed, oh well, Kyle was an awesome guy and he’d always have the summer to hang back home.

Kyle slapped him on the back and started up the front walk, “That drive was a bitch!” he exclaimed running a hand through his sandy hair and adjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder.

“You slept three fourths of the way.” Chris explained. Kyle sent him his most charming smile Chris just shook his head. “I hope we don’t wake anybody up.” Chris said looking at his watch it was almost 12:30.

“Nah! My sister is probably waiting up for me, my stepmom too. Dad is doubtlessly still at work, his hours are nuts.” They had reached the dark wood front door and Kyle slipped his key in the lock and swung open the massive thing. He called out and pair of sequels were lunched into the air.

“Kyle’s home, Kyle’s here!” The chandelier overhead flickered on and two figures came into view before Chris and Kyle.

The first woman was tall, a few inches shy of his 6’3″ frame; she had curly blonde hair that just touched the shoulders of her satiny blue robe. Which only came down to her knees, had wide sleeves and a dangerously low neckline. She wore it well for somebody he suspected in to be their early forties, stepmother for sure.

“You must be Christopher,” she said. “I’m Trisha, Kyle’s stepmom.” They shook hands and exchanged nice-to-meet-you’s .

“Thank you for having me here on such short notice, it was very kind of you.”

“Oh dear, its my pleasure really.” And to Chris’ surprise she gave him a hug. Her warm hair tickled his cheek and he could feel her hard nipples though the thin fabric. His chest constricted. He felt terrible for being turned on and stepped back, giving her a shy smile. She returned a seductive one.

“Chris! This is my sister Nadia, Nadia this is my buddy Chris.”

Chris turned his attention to the second figure, another woman. Woman? Chris had seen a picture of Kyle’s little sister Nadia, bouncing black curls and a sun burnt nose. The girl in the picture could not have been older then 7 or8. This Nadia could have been twenty! She was small, only about 5’5″ but she was luscious. Her straight dark hair, nearly black fell past her shoulders, right under a pair of full breasts, that were tantalizingly on display in a dark purple, spaghetti strap nightgown that had lace trim. It brushed mid-thigh and Chris gulped trying not to stare at her toned thighs and calves.

“Hi” she breathed, sooty lashes fluttering around the darkest blue eyes he’s ever seen. Darker then sapphire, a cobalt blue. His groin tightened.

“Hey.” He responded. She smiled, an angelic smile that made his heart lurch. He wanted to kill Kyle for not telling him, his sister wasn’t 8 she was 18 and the most incredibly sexy thing he’d ever seen!

By the time Chris was tucked into the guestroom bed he was totally hot. He had to strip to his boxer briefs and turn on the rooms small swivel fan. Tried as he might he could not get Nadia’s smile and body out of his head. Down the hall he heard Kyle snoring loudly. He knew Trisha had gone to bed right after introductions and he felt bad they’d kept her up. If only he could get to sleep. But he knew that was impossible. For not only was his room situated right across from Nadia’s she was still awake fethiye escort and toddling around in the bathroom. He could hear her every move. He heard the click of the light being shut off, the pad of her footsteps and the creak of the floorboards as she appeared in the crack of his door.

“Are you still up?” she asked softly.

He swallowed hard and forced out “Yeah.” It sounded like a squeak. She opened the door a little bit more and stood framed in moonlight at the entrance, hazy blue silhouetted every perfect curve.

Her hair had been pulled up and she threaded it though her fingers as she spoke, “We’re glad to have you.” She said, but Chris was transfixed at the sight of her bare shoulders and collarbone, OH! What he wouldn’t give to nibble and lick and-, “ummm sleep well.” she finished and was gone leaving the door slightly open.

Chris let out the breath he’s been holding. He watched as she entered her room, leaving the door cracked like his. The light was dimmer in her room, but as he watched she brushed the straps of her shoulders and let the gown flutter to the floor in a pile of silk. Air escaped his lungs painfully as she was clad only in a bare of lacy boy cut panties. He shut is eyes, horrified at his reaction to his friend’s sister’s slender back and delicious ass. He grabbed his throbbing erection and knew he wasn’t going to survive this Break.

The next day had gone by quickly. Trisha had made an excellent breakfast hustling around the kitchen like a domestic goddess even in her tight little shorts. He hadn’t seen her since though.

Kyle had invited two girls over, Samantha and Katie, for a swim during the afternoon. He was hitting on Samantha right now. Sam ignored him for the most part focusing more on her drink then Kyle. They were in the basement, and he was playing pool with Katie, who seemed unbelievably bored. She was there for his benefit since Sam and Kyle had a sort of history. But Chris couldn’t pay Katie any attention, and honestly she didn’t seem that interested either. Chris knew his reason was sitting in the den across from the pool table. He didn’t know what Katie’s was and didn’t really care.

He pocketed another ball closest to the den, Nadia looked up from her schoolwork at the impact. She’d been sitting there in her white summer dress for at least and hour and a half, sighing, writing, crossing her legs, tapping her pencil and driving him damn insane in the process. She smiled at him now and his half erect dick bobbed. From behind him Katie slammed her stick down.

“Fuck this dumb ass game.” She hissed, “I’m out.” And she left just like that.

Sam made an excuse and followed her out Kyle hot on her heels. Chris had watched the whole spectacle with amusement and relief. Nadia cleared her throat behind him. He hadn’t seen her leave the den. She was chalking Katie’s abandoned stick.

“Spoiled Sport” she commented. He nodded. She smiled leaning over, Chris sucked in a breath at the amount of cleavage she exposed, and knocked a ball into the pocket closest to him. It was a tough shot and he was impressed. He gestured to the table with an arched brow. “I play a mean game of pool.” She explained. “Are you up for it?”

“Yeah.” He said. Nadia killed him.

Chris was hot again; he’s spent the rest of the afternoon with Nadia, playing pool and cards and taking her to dinner since Trisha wasn’t home to make anything and Kyle was still chasing Sam. They’d had a nice evening, laughing and talking without awkward silences and or tension, and when they weren’t talking it was nice just being with her. He’d helped her with her homework and found out she wanted to be a photographer, and that she was dreading senior prom, since she didn’t have a boyfriend and thought the whole idea was ludicrous. He smiled, she was really fun to be around and so hard to resist, his smile dropped.

He could hear her in the bathroom like the night before, tinkering around; she ran the water briefly and something clinked with something else. When he heard the light being shut off, gebze escort his breathing quickened, say goodnight, say goodnight, say goodnight he chanted silently.

“Chris?” her voice was soft and his heart slammed into his chest she was right at his door peeping through the crack.

“Yeah.” He said.

“Can I come in?” she asked. He sat up abruptly. Letting the sheet fall from his bare chest. It pooled in his lap.

“Sure.” He said and the door opened, she slipped inside and left it cracked again. Moonlight came in though the window leaving abstract designs on her face. “I just wanted to thank you for hanging out with me today. It was really nice and I had a lot of fun.”

“It was my honor really.” He said. She smiled and came closer.

She opened her mouth to say something but licked her lips instead; “Are you naked?” the gruff in her voice made him shiver with lust. And the glistening trail of moisture her tongue had left on her bottom lip made his penis surge with blood. He NEEDED to kiss her, to feel her lips and to taste her.

“Uh.” He cleared his throat trying to force word, any words out. “No, I’m not.” He finally stammered.

Her eyes shut and she drifted, he jumped up, hoping the dark concealed his erection. “Are you okay?” He reached out to steady her, touched her forearm lightly, her skin was so soft and warm he almost groaned. She drifted a little off balance and put her hand on his chest for support. The small touch sent shivers down his spine and caused goose bumps to appear on his flesh. She sucked in her breath like it affected her too. “Nadia.” He nearly growled his voice was so rough with desire.

“Ummhmm?” She replied staring at his chest. “Can I kiss you?” Her face jerked up to his, lips parted in surprise and it was all he could take.

He found her lips, and he knew from the moment he touched them they were the sweetest he ever tasted. He kissed her gently at first then he sucked her plump bottom lip into his hungry mouth. She moaned in delight and fell into him making small noises as they kissed, he ate them. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and she opened without hesitation. He slipped his tongue inside, groaning as she kissed back. He ran his large hands along her arms, her sides and curves, then finally, her right breast. He cupped it and weighed it in his hand feeling the bump of her nipple in the center of his palm. He forced her against his chest were the other nipple abraded him through her nightgown, he wanted to devour her. Chris pinched the erect nipple in his hand lightly and Nadia cried out in his mouth shoving him away from her hard.

He lost his footing falling back into the still warm bed. She was on him quick as a cat. Shoving her tongue in his mouth touching him everywhere she had access. Across his chest, shoulders, neck and face, though his hair and even the sides of his thighs. Straddling him he took the opportunity to run his hands over her lush bottom that had tempted him only the night before and every second after that. He found it bare. He broke the kiss. Her silky mint green nightgown, the very same style as the one the night before, except even shorter with a small slit at the bottom was now bunched around her waist.

“Your not wearing panties.” He said huskily. Even in the dark her could see her blush.

“I-.” He kissed her hard, not caring for the reason only glad for it. He gripped her ass, running one hand along the plane of flat stomach and the other down until he found her swollen sex. Heat greeted his fingers and he cupped her hot mound. She made a noise somewhere between a moan and a purr.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet.” He ran a finger over her clit and teased her opening with his index finger. His fingers were soaked. Chris was amazed. This girl was sodden, for him, he couldn’t believe it. He shoved away the thought that this was Kyle’s sister, he didn’t give a shit anymore, he wanted her sooo badly. She took his ear lobe into his mouth, sucking gently.

“I need you.” she whispered breath caressing hotly. konyaaltı escort

He flipped her onto her back, smothering her with kisses as he pulled the hem of her gown over her head. She didn’t object. He tossed it aside and looked his fill. Her hair had not been pulled up and it lay disheveled around her shoulders. He brushed it behind her and licked a hot line up one breast, and over one hard puckered nipple. She threw her head back and let out a long sigh. He took it into his mouth and her legs wrapped around his hips. He ground himself into her automatically, her heat and juices soaking though his boxers beckoning him to enter her. He released her breast blowing on the tightened peak. She moaned, and whispered his name. He loved when she said his name. He ground into her again and she ground back whispering it again. He took her other breast into his mouth and gave it the same treatment. Letting one hand roam; letting his fingers slide in and out of her soft swollen lips. He circled her hard clit, thrust a finger deep until she cried out and he withdrew, giving her only teases. Not enough of what she craved.

She started to plead with him. Begging him and over.

“Please. Please. Please. I’m so close. So close.” He knew that yet he almost shot his load at her confession anyway. “Be in me pleassssse.” She said. He scooted loser dodging her hands that tried to get him back. He spread her legs wide, almost coming again at the sight of her open and willing and ready, sooooo ready.

He licked her molten core once and that was all it took. She cried out louder then ever before, shoving a pillow on her face to muffle herself as her body bucked wildly. If he didn’t get in her right now he was going to explode, he shoved of his boxers unleashing his rock hard cock, climbed up her body removed the pillow and looked down at her face, into her half-shut glazed over eyes.

And he was in love. There was nothing he could do, and nothing he wanted to do besides make love to her. His chest burned with it.

“I need you now.” He said, she licked her lips and nodded.

He kissed her sweetly letting her know with his mouth what he couldn’t say outright. The head of his dick pulsed at the opening of her dripping cunt and he was slowly getting covered in her juices. He slid just the head and it wasn’t enough, he impaled her slowly because she was incredibly tight, it couldn’t have been more then her second time. He took a deep breath and filled her completely, they yelled in unison as he hit her cervix. He started to pump her as soon as she got used to his size. Their breathing mingled as he fought for control. He could tell she was close again and he wanted her to cum. He shifted his hips and gave it to her slowly. She yelled his name. He thrust deep once and then slowed again not even giving her all of him. She cried out again, reached for his ass, but not quite making it because he was so much taller. Her nails bit into his lower back and he thrust deep again then went back to not giving. She called him a bastard and he laughed, her breath was coming so fast he knew she was dying; he nibbled on her collarbone, then on the side of her breast.

She came then racking his back with her nails and crying out, “Oh Goooood!”

He pushed him self all the way in feeling her muscles clench him tight. “I wont torture you anymore.” He said when she stop yelling and was breathing heavily.

“Don’t.” she said and he pounded into her, giving her everything as fast and as hard as he could, there was no stopping. Her hips met his on every thrust sending him deeper and deeper; he felt her come and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He came in a scolding rush, filling her like a cup as wave after wave of pleasure attacked their bodies. When he was drained, he collapsed on top of her, carefully as possible, their sweat made them stick together in all the right places, her boobs on his chest, her stomach on his, her thighs on his thighs.

The fan felt so good on his back, the breeze cooling his hot body. He withdrew from her, their juices drenching their thighs and groins and spooned behind her, the fan ruffled her hair. He wanted her again, in everyway he could think of, and he could think of many. He ran a possessive hand down the length of her body and she moaned for him. He pulled her close and she snuggled into the crook his body made for her and slept. This break was going to be memorable. He’d make sure.

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My earliest memories of childhood are clouded in a mist of sorts. I can remember my daddy coming home at weekends but nothing of him during the week. As I got older it became clear he worked very hard for us.

One of my most abiding memories of him is standing for hours on Friday evening, waiting for his car to come into the drive. As soon as the engine stopped I would rush out to meet him, jumping into his arms.

He had a warm comfortable smell about him, a mixture of engine oil and tobacco – he smoked a pipe in those days. He would throw me up in the air and put me on his shoulders as he marched into our lovely home.

But suddenly he didn’t come home. I was seven and couldn’t understand why. My mom told me they were going to divorce, but I didn’t know what it was about.

Then my mummy met another man. She brought him to our home and told me to call him Daddy, but I couldn’t. My daddy was a big man who loved me so much, not this rather smarmy little man she had in her bed at night, Mom making all sorts of very strange noises, frightening me.

Because I didn’t like him, couldn’t like him, I was sent to boarding school at ten, made to grow up before my time. I know I became a right little bitch, but made friends at the all girl school, even going home for the holidays with my new friends.

Anything to not have to be in the same house as her new man. He made me feel so strange with his sneaky looks every time I was not fully dressed. He would take every opportunity to come into the bathroom when I was bathing, and his hands were always touching me.

My dad used to send me parcels every week, and money. I was probably one of the richest kids in the school, always having the best clothes, but I so wanted to be with him. I wrote to him, sometimes twice in one day, always begging him to take me with him, but Mom had custody of me till I was eighteen.

At last that day came, my birthday, eighteen at long last. Oh, how I longed to go to him. My birthday present was a new car, a shiny new bright red Mini.

The head teacher gave me the keys and said, “There is something in the car for you.”

I rushed out to unlock the car and on the seat was a road map, with directions to his home.

The letter read “There will be a proper grown up party for you at seven this evening. Please, don’t be late.”

I studied the map for ages, till I knew every turn I had to make, right to his door. My best friend had been invited so was going with me on this first ever journey in my own car. I had passed my test as soon as I was seventeen, so I’d driven on many occasions, but only the school’s mini buss.

I can’t remember much about that journey except it brought me nearer to my dad. At last we turned the corner. His house stood well back from the road. It was huge. He had done very well for himself, now owning of the company he used to work for.

He met me at the door his arms going out to pick me up like he used to but he stopped and said, “Perhaps it’s not the way to treat a very beautiful young woman.”

Instead he took me in his arms and hugged me tight, the smell of oil and tobacco still there. I had come home at last.

The party was great, even the older people seemed happy with the rock band, not once complaining about it being too loud. The food was fantastic, but the highlight of the whole evening was when he took me onto the floor and waltzed me around the room in his big strong arms. I felt so safe, at last.

My friend was almost as smitten with my dad as I was. She talked about him all night, telling me how wonderful he was and what a lucky girl I was to have such a wonderful dad.

We crawled out of bed at lunch time the following day. Dad was up and working in his study so we made some breakfast and sat with him as he worked at whatever it was he had to do.

He announced it was time for a swim, “I hope you girls have brought your bathing suits with you.”

I told him we hadn’t known he had a swimming pool.

“Not to worry,” he replied, “there are some things in the bedroom that will probably fit you.”

I suppose you ought to know what we looked like. I was five feet five high, with a trim size ten figure, but my boobs were a lot bigger than my size ten ought to have, only 34″ but double D. My friend was about the same size, just a little shorter with normal size C cups.

We found some swimming things, but they weren’t the sort we were used to, our school swimming costumes were the regulation black with full bodies. All we could find were very skimpy bikinis, and even those were a bit too tight around my bust, causing me to almost spill out over the top.

With a towel wrapped round me to hide the fact that I was too big for this costume, we went down to the pool. It was outside but covered by a roof and surrounded by a high hedge, giving us total privacy. We got in quickly because both of us felt overexposed. Do you remember your first bikini? Well, this was much smaller then it ought to have been.

Dad came giresun escort out in a pair of Speedos. Yes, they were the fashion then, black and very small, emphasizing his masculine charms.

“Oh my goodness,” my friend gasped, “he looks like some sort of god.”

I was annoyed at her remark, after all, he was my dad. He dived in, swimming across the pool towards us. My heart was beating so hard. I didn’t want him to think I was too big, but knew he had noticed my womanly assets as we danced last night.

The bikini I had on was pale pink. It had become almost transparent in the water, and my nipples showed though. I know he noticed because his eyes kept straying back to them, no matter how hard he tried to look into my eyes. He just couldn’t help straying back to my tits.

“You look like your mother when she was your age, but even more beautiful.”

I know I blushed, I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

We swam for a while, all the time my mind wondering how the hell I was going to get out of the pool without showing even more of my very ample charms. Up to this point I had been so proud of my bosom. The other girls at college had been so envious of the attention my tits received, but at this moment I would have gladly swapped my friend for her more modest “C” cups.

Dad climbed out and walked across to the BBQ shouting, “I hope you girls like steak, because it’s all I’m good at cooking.”

There was nothing for it, I had to get out. And because of his idea of eating outside, I was going to be in this revealing outfit for the next hour or so at least.

He had loungers around the BBQ so we sat on either side of him as he expertly cooked the steaks. Because of the angle of the seat I was leaning back showing my tits off to his roving eyes. He also noticed my flat tummy and I’m sure he sussed out the wet triangle of my tiny briefs, only just hiding my smooth pussy.

Why did an eighteen year old virgin take the trouble to depilate her bush? It’s simple really, I hate hair on my body. Except my head, of course. Some of my friends had hair on their legs and under arms, but I thought it looked horrible, so at first I shaved it off. I later learned about better ways, so bought a machine that made me so smooth. It made me feel so womanly and cute.

The effect of this tiny bikini and my smooth pussy was the material pulling into the cleft of my sex and accentuating the shape of my outer lips, leaving not a lot to the imagination. I noticed his trunks were struggling to contain his rather large package, it seemed to have grown since he first walked to the pool. Was he getting off watching his own daughter?

Later that evening my friend’s parents called to pick her up. We had arranged it earlier because my dad’s place was halfway home for her. We kissed and held each other, not knowing when we would meet again. Our college course was over now, we were going into the real world.

She whispered in my ear as she left, “I think your Dad is the sexiest thing on legs.”

I gave her a slap on her bum as she climbed into the car.

That evening I learned so much about my Father, and his failed marriage. I never knew what had split them up. Apparently my mum was having an affair with the man she brought into our home all those years ago. My dad wanted me to live with him but due to his life style it was agreed that I would be better off with my mum. If only he knew the truth.

We sat talking into the early hours of the morning, him asking about my life, wanting to know who I had dated and even asking me how far I had gone with the boys I went out with. I thought it would have embarrassed me to talk like this to my dad, but it was just so easy, he seemed to make me feel safe.

I told him I had petted and even held a boy’s cock in my hand but never gone all the way with any of them. I explained how it didn’t feel right at the time. I admitted to him that one boy in particular had touched me there and made me feel so sexy, but something had just held me back.

He told me how proud he was of me, for being so strong, “It should be something very special the first time. You were so right not to have given in to the temptation.”

We at last went to bed, Dad in his own room, me in the guest room he had prepared for me. It was perfect, a mix of girly pink and teenage horror, even my favourite group posters on the walls, with a TV and music centre, everything a girl could want.

He had gone when I got up next day. His housekeeper, a stern looking older woman, came in to clean and prepare our evening meal. We couldn’t have been more different; she was as black as I am white, she was short and plump to my skinny, her hair was short but mine hung down my back in great waves of shimmering auburn. We had one thing in common though, she had a huge bust, even bigger than mine.

Jasmine, as I found her name to be, was a widow who was glad of having the work to supplement her meagre income. We became yalova escort friends that first day despite my first impressions of her sternness. She showed me all over the house, telling me where everything was kept and showing me how to use the huge range in the kitchen. I love cooking so asked if I could prepare the evening meal.

With her help I made Dad’s favourite supper. As soon as she left I dashed up to my room, finding the best clothes I owned, right down to my very best underwear, a balconette bra and matching thong in soft pink. You may have guessed my favourite colour is pink. I finished the outfit with hold up stockings and a short skirt. My top was a bit daring but he had seen most of me, at the pool yesterday.

I added a little of the perfume he had provided for me, it looked and smelt very expensive. I had just finished putting the final details on his supper, and myself, when he breezed in asking, “How’s my favourite girl?” He took me in his arms, giving me a kiss that made my knees go weak.

The meal was a wonderful success and he complimented me many times. The wine was stronger than any I had drunk before and I could feel it going to my head, making me say and do things perhaps I should not have.

We sat in the lounge watching the TV for a while before he asked if I wanted play chess. He knew I was good, but I didn’t know how good he was. We played for over an hour, before deciding to give it up for the night at a stalemate. It was getting quite late, but tomorrow was Saturday so he didn’t have to get up for work.

I had felt his eyes on me so many times, it was confusing. I was quite used to men looking, with my chest it was almost normal, but he was my dad. It made it feel somehow perverted, but it also turned me on so much to think he fancied me.

I went to bed and played with myself to relieve the feelings that had built up in my body during the evening. I remembered what my friend, Sandy, had said about my dad being the sexiest thing she had ever seen, and as I reached my climax it was him I was thinking of.

Dad woke me the following morning with a coffee. He sat on the side of my bed in just a robe, and not a very long one. It just about covered his obvious erection, but only just. I had on baby doll pj’s, not hiding much. They were pink, of course, and see through; just a little lacy strappy top with a thong. The covers hid me from the waist down.

I didn’t feel so embarrassed this morning, it seemed more natural to be with him in this rather daring attire. I sort of felt proud that I was so good looking, more so than ever before. I wanted to look sexy for him.

I had to go to the loo, and the en suite was only a few feet away but I knew as soon as I pushed the covers back I would be very exposed.

I said, “I must go to the loo, do you mind?”

He stood up and walked towards the door. As I stepped out of the bed, he turned to say something. I will never forget how his face lit up with pride and yes, lust, as he took in my body standing there in nothing but a little lace that enhanced my figure rather than hide it.

I ran to the toilet, locking the door behind me. I was shaking, but not with fear. His look had done something to me that I simply can’t explain. His eyes had made me feel so desirable, so downright sexy. Stripping of my pj’s I got into the shower to try to wash away the feelings he had generated deep inside me.

What can I say, it didn’t work. The hot water streaming down my body just made me feel more turned on, to the point where I had to use my fingers to give myself another orgasm and even that didn’t lessen the lust I had for my dad.

Wrapping a large towel round my body I ventured back into the bedroom and found him still standing where I had left him, his face was a mirror of my own feelings.

In a very gruff voice he asked, “What the hell are we going to do about this? I feel terrible wanting my own daughter, but you remind me so much of your mother when we first met.”

I said, “Come sit on the bed with me, let’s talk about this.”

I thought I was so grown up, giving council to my own father. As soon as he came near me the feelings multiplied by hundreds. I almost grabbed him, having to use every bit of self control I had to stop myself.

We tried to talk but as soon as I opened my mouth I knew talking wasn’t what we needed.

I just looked at him and pleaded, “Show me how to be a woman, please, Dad.”

He held me in his strong arms for a long time, my breathing shallow, my heart racing, my hand so near his huge erection.

Did I dare touch it?

I let my hand wander those few inches till I was touching his enormous cock. My fingers opened, letting it slip into my hand. It felt so very big and hard. He groaned as he felt my tiny, cool hand on his hot cock.

Dad moved to give me easier access to his wonderful cock, as we were so close it was difficult. In doing so it caused the towel to slip down my yozgat escort body, exposing my naked tits to him. His hand, like mine, was drawn towards them, first just touching the tips. It was like getting an electric shock as his fingertips touched my hard nipples.

We sat holding each other for some time, it was the most natural thing in the world to me. No embarrassment at all now, just a feeling of deep contentment. His fingers making little circles round my engorged nipples, sending wonderful feelings down my body and making my pussy throb with wanting.

He eased me back till I was lying across the bed, the towel slipping down to the floor. He stopped touching me, then standing between my legs just looking down at me.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your body is perfect. I want you so much.”

I closed my eyes, and waited for him to penetrate me.

Being so naïve, not understanding what can happen between a man and a woman, I expected him to just stick it in me. I wanted him to so much, but he was on different plane than me. He knew how to please a woman.

He dropped to his knees, his face only a few inches from my sex. I could feel his hot breath on my naked pussy, making me feel so hot and sexy. Then he did something I will never forget. His tongue parted my lips, finding my clitty instantly. It only took a few seconds of this wonderful sensation to bring me off big time.

As I thrashed around the bed in the throes of the biggest orgasm of my young life, he just watched till I regained some level of control of myself.

He repeated, “You have the most amazing body I have ever seen,” and with that he returned to my pussy.

His tongue entered me like a tiny cock probing my inner lips, flicking my clit every so often as I begged him to make me come again.

Of course he obliged, making me come so many times I lost count.

“Your turn now.”

I honestly didn’t know what he meant.

“You will have to tell me what to do.”

He stretched out on the bed beside me, his cock sticking up. So sexy.

“Kiss it for me.”

I leaned over till it was touching my lips, not knowing what to do with it.

“How do you want me to do it?”

“Just open your mouth and let it in.”

I did as he told me. It felt so big. My mouth was open wide but it pulled at the corners, as he pushed about two or three inches in.

It was uncomfortable leaning over as I was, so thinking it would be better, I got up on my knees, moving between his legs. This was much easier. He groaned as I took as much as I could in my mouth, sucking and nibbling on his big knob. By the sounds he was making I had got it right, he sounded like he was enjoying it.

I had never dreamt of this. Sucking a man’s cock was something I had not contemplated, but it was making me so horny to give him so much pleasure.

“Slow down or you will make me come.”

I didn’t want to stop, his groans of lust were like music to my ears.

But he had warned me and suddenly his cock erupted in my mouth, almost choking me as his come streamed out. I had to let his cock come out of my mouth, but his stuff kept coming, splashing all over my face, in my eyes and down over my tits. He must have come gallons.

I sat back on my heels looking down at my dad. His face was a picture of pure pleasure. He looked at me, his come running down my face and dripping onto my tits.

“Are you sure you haven’t done that before?”

“Never.”

“You are either a very quick learner or a complete natural. That’s the best blow job I have ever had.”

His cock had softened; I thought I had done something wrong, so asked him why it had gone little again. He smiled, explaining that a man needs time to recover after a climax, not like a woman, who can go on having one after the other.

“Don’t you like it when it’s little?”

“I don’t know but I want it inside me,” I replied, “how long do we have to wait?”

He laughed and told me if I wanted it big again quickly to do what I just done again, but first he wanted to do something to me. He laid me back on the bed, and kissed me both on the lips and on my tender nipples. He kissed all his come off me, letting his lips nip my bare flesh all over till I was a quivering wreck.

By the time he had finished I didn’t need to do anything about his cock, it was as hard as iron again. He moved till he was between my legs, his hands on either side of my head, his cock only a fraction of an inch away from my waiting pussy.

I have no idea why I knew I needed to guide him into me, it just seemed the right thing to do. As his cock entered me, my hips tilted up to meet his cock with no conscience thought from me, just pure instinct.

He lowered his body down, driving his cock deep into me. Yes, it hurt just a bit, but the sensations were thousands of time greater than the pain. Then I felt his coarse hairs touching my bare sex and thought it was right in. I sort of relaxed, but he pushed more into me, this time with some passion. It took me by surprise, so much so that I climaxed.

If I thought the orgasm he had given me with his tongue was good, this was on a different scale altogether. It felt as if it came from my toes and rushed through my body like an express train, taking all of my senses with it, exploding in my head.

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It’s all the Ex’s fault, Ch 16

AUTHOR’S NOTE: It’s all the Ex’s fault

It was intentionally written without names.

LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup

Have I said how much I enjoy watching her get dressed in the morning?

She knows I’m watching her. The way she covers her pussy with those thongs, making sure it fits snug up against her just right. Getting her tits to sit just so in her bras, sheer or thin silk, she makes sure it takes my breath away when I look at her.

And the production she makes when she wears stockings is enough to make me want to bend her over right there. Too bad she’s stronger than me…. She lifted her skirt on the way out to show her crotch, already getting damp, framed by her stockings and garter belt. “Think about this today…” she gave me a quick peck and a squeeze of my rock hard cock and was out the door.

Have I said how much I hate watching her get dressed in the morning…

I did manage to get dressed and off to work. I did have to pause at the door, the fresh air making me realize that the apartment had a distinctive aroma of fresh pussy… you can’t buy a better scent!

The girl on the night shift snickered at me as I came in again… seems to be a bit of a habit.

I enjoyed a lazy Monday, things went pretty well. I got a call from the rep that afternoon. They were sending two machines in for a beta trial, they should arrive later in the week and that she would be coming out sometime as well. She got my girls cell phone number, she had some questions…

We texted each other several times that day, but didn’t have the right time to actually talk. Letting me know the blond was coming over after school to do some laundry before heading home to sleep and that she did get the call from the rep.

I came home to a wonderful sight, the blond leaning over the washer, a thin strip of a thong separating her cheeks. “Emmmm Emmm Emmmmmmm!”

She jumped a bit, then turned around letting me see her thong trying to work its way up between her pussy lips. “Hi..” she said with a grin.

I tossed my jacket on the couch and walked over to her, putting my hands on her hips. I leaned forward enough to give her a nice kiss on the neck. “Hi yourself.”

She pushed my hands down and around to her ass before wrapping them around my neck to pull me in for a nice kiss. “Is that any way to greet a half naked woman?” and resumed her kiss, pulling me in tight, her nipples trying to drill holes in my chest.

I enjoyed myself, but not really getting into it, not wanting to create problems with my girl.

She pulled back and looked at me, “She did tell you I was going to be here?” I nodded. “And you know she knows how I dress?” I shrugged my shoulders.

She pulled back and took my cell phone from my pocket. She typed out a text, then showed it to me.

I have half naked blond doing laundry here… then sent it.

She had just wrapped her arms around me when my phone dinged for an incoming text.

A HALF NAKED WOMAN… IN OUR APPARTMENT! You better take care of the other half, and make her scream for being only half naked… LOL

I showed her the text, she giggled and smiled, pulled her thong down past her ass cheeks, rolled back on the edge of the couch to kick them off and spread her legs.

I didn’t make her scream…right away, I got a lot of groaning when I slipped two fingers into her pussy to play with her g-spot while nibbling on her clit. The screaming came when she was starting to cum and I slipped the tip of my pinkie into her ass. She wrapped her legs around my head pulling me in tight, making my chin force my fingers deeper into her pussy and ass.

“OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUUUUUUU……” she slid off the arm of the couch and down onto the cushions, her legs slipping from around my heads, but still quivering with the last of her orgasm. I looked into her eyes as I licked her juices from my fingers, then took her thong and tossed it into the washer with the other stuff and closed the lid to let it start.

I got a couple of cold bottles of water, taking one over to her, and kicked back on the couch just above her head. “So how long have you two been together?”

She about spit her water out, coughed a bit, then hesitated. “I…uh…”

I reached down and cupped her tit, giving it a slight squeeze. “It’s OK, it didn’t take much to figure it out after the trip home. I just need to know… are we competing or sharing?….”

She relaxed and looked up at me smiling and hoping, “Sharing?….”

I rolled her nipple between my fingers smiling, “So… how long have you two been together?”

We sat up and snuggled, talking about my girl while groping each other. She was getting pretty tired, so I picked her up and took her to the spare escort beykoz bedroom. “What are you doing?”

“You’re getting tired enough you’re not making sense, get some sleep, I’ll put your stuff in the dryer.”

“Like I’ll get any sleep with you two in the house?”

“We’ll keep it down, your stuff will be ready for work.”

She pulled me down for a kiss as I laid her on the bed. “thanks…” she said softly, gave me another quick peck, and pulled the covers up over her naked body, snuggling in.

I turned the light off and closed the door. I grabbed a book and kicked back on the couch, and yes ladies I remembered to switch the laundry over to the dryer, making sure there weren’t and delicates in there before I did. Nothing like having a perfectly good excuse to go through a woman’s underwear!

Mmmmmmm! Jeans and tops…. And lots of thongs! All kinds of thongs, tiny sheer ones and nice lacy ones, everything that would show off and accentuate. Bras were about the same. Some nice sheer ones that had absolutely NO support, the lace ones were about the same. Only a few that actually had anything to them, but with the colder weather coming in I couldn’t begrudge her the need to keep those beauties warm now could I?

I kicked back reading some more until the buzzer went off on the dryer. I took her tops and underwear out, but put the jeans back in for a bit more time, the seams were still damp.

I looked at all the laundry in the basket, and then grinned with a thought. I went to the bedroom and moved some of my stuff down to a lower drawer, then put her bras in one and her thongs in another, keeping a nice lacy set out, and one of the thicker bras out just in case.

I was laying a top and her bras and thong out on the back of the other couch when my girl came in.

She dropped her books and grabbed me up, “Hey handsome!”

I gave her a nice kiss, “Hey gorgeous,” another quick kiss, “Keep it down, she’s sleeping in the spare bedroom.”

“And you’re out here going through her underwear…” she said with a grin.

I shook a finger at her, “No, I’m just pulling stuff out of the wash and laying out her stuff for tonight.”

She looked over my shoulder at the top, the bra and thong pair, and the other bra. “What, no pants?”

I gave her another kiss, “Hmmm, interesting thought, but no, they are still in the dryer.”

She pulled back to look at me, “So…did you make her scream?”

“Eventually…” I began unbuttoning her top to give her tits a nice squeeze. “then we had another nice discussion…”

She was leaning into my squeeze, “about what?”

I gave her a slow kiss, “you….”

She stiffened a bit, but kissed me back, “what about me.” She pulled back to look at me.

“I asked her how long you two had been together…” she stiffened significantly as I squeezed her tits again and gave her a peck on her neck.

“And?”

“And asked if we were competing or sharing…”

She relaxed and pulled me close, “Sharing…” she said softly.

“Emmm Hmmmmm,” I pulled her head around for a nice soft sensuous kiss, holding and caressing each other.

“Why don’t you go hop in the shower while I get her jeans out of the dryer, I’ll be in in a minute.”

She looked back at me smiling, then gave me a quick peck and headed for the bedroom, her top coming off as she went through the door.

I took her jeans from the dryer, folding all but one. I left it out with her clothes, taking the folded tops and jeans and setting them on the corner of our dresser. Then I joined my girl in the shower.

She had just about finished, rinsing her hair just as I was getting in. She took her time lathering me up, sliding her body allover me to do it. She rinsed me off, then we toweled each other. I love the way her landing strip glistened in the light when it was still damp…..

We crawled into bed and cuddled, she was talking about work and school, they had went over things in preparation for finals. She was rambling away when I leaned over and nibbled on her ear lobe.

She closed her eyes, clamped her teeth, and shuddered, “That little twit…” I cupped a tit and nibbled on her ear lobe again while rolling her nipple between my fingers… giving her another nice little orgasm….. she lay against me panting. “That’s not fair…”

“All’s fair in love and orgasms…”

We cuddled and talked a bit more until we heard our blond rummaging around in the kitchen. My girl turned to me quick, gave me an equally quick kiss, and scrambled to the kitchen.

I heard scrambling women, and our blond giggling uncontrollably. I came out just after a break in the commotion to find the girls on either side of the couches, doing their best to stay out of reach of each other. CAT FIGHT! NAKED!!!!!

I came up behind the blond, wrapping my arms around her waist, my firm cock nestled between her cheeks.

“Not fair! Two on one…” I muffled the last of escort sancaktepe that turning her for a kiss. My girl grinned at me, then came up behind her from the other side making it a blond sandwich. The girls tit to tit, me kissing her while my girl was nibbling on her neck.

Evidentially there was a secret spot on the blonds neck like my girls earlobe. The blond was wiggling and trembling between us. Once my girl had felt that she had gotten her revenge, she released the blonds neck, letting her collapse as much as possible squeezed between us.

My girl looked over the blonds shoulder at me, “What was that you said earlier, ‘All’s fair in love and orgasms'”

“And you expect me to go to work like this….”

My girl gave her a quick kiss, “I could always lick you clean first…”

“Uggggggg….” The blond wormed her way out from between us.

She scooted to the bathroom, then a bee line to her clothes. No sexy dance putting them on, more like putting on a suit of armor while keeping an eye on my girl. She grabbed her coat and headed out the door, giving us both a quick, but guarded, kiss on the way.

“What was all that?”

“She has a ….ticklish ….spot.” she grinned.

I just shook my head, finished my drink, and went to bed. My girl came in to snuggle in, giggling a bit before we both dropped off.

Tuesday was a pretty normal day, but Wednesday… WOW

Seems our blond had forgiven us, I was woken up by her crawling into bed with us. We woke up a bit later, but the girls weren’t getting dressed as usual. It was thongs and one of my dress shirts each. And only the bottom buttons made it even better.

I must have had a confused look on my face “Study day, remember?” the blond said.

Oh yea, the conversation on the trip home….

I was going to have some cereal and head out, but since the blond was going to the trouble of doing up bacon and scrambled eggs I had some before I left. The real shocker was when I got home.

Now up until today, during the week I had come home to an empty apartment unless she didn’t have class, and then it was just us. BUT DAMN!

It was a good thing we had kept both couches and coffee tables. We had about a dozen people here, all crammed around the books piled on the coffee tables, several conversations going at once. Somebody had brought a hub, and there were at least four laptops going as well, with one of them hooked to the TV for a big screen.

And there in the middle of it was my beautiful redhead… hands waiving and gesturing to a buxom blond she was arguing with. Both of them with tits and nipples bouncing!

They were a band of rag tag college students, all except my girls …hmmmmm ….my girls. I liked the sound of that. Anyway, like I said a gaggle of college students, more girls than boys, but that was almost expected with my two. I didn’t recognize any that I could remember from either competition, and all the women were more dressed than my two, with the possible exception of the buxom blond. She had more on, but didn’t seem to mind her nipples standing out and her tits jiggling with every hand gesture.

I came up behind my blond, across from my girl, “Hey gorgeous!”

She looked up from her argument mid gesture, “Hey there handsome, I didn’t see you come in.”

The blond kicked her head back, looking up at me. “What am I, chopped liver?”

I leaned down close to whisper in her ear, “More like tasty tuna..” and started nibbling on her neck near where I saw my girl doing it this morning.

She shrieked, jumped, tried to swat at me, and pointed to my girl. “See what bad habits you’re teaching him?”

Most of the others laughed a little, a couple of the nerdy guys blushed, and a brunette on the other side piped up. “he can nibble on me any time…”

I just smiled and walked around the end of the couch like I was going for her, and a bit of a worried look crossed my girls face. But when I passed the brunette by and stopped behind my girl, turned her head, and gave her a serious kiss, there were hoots and hollers all around.

Now it was my girls turn to blush, “Sorry ladies, I’m already taken…” that made her grin from ear to ear. She did manage to make the introductions around the room, but I’m a face person so they went in one ear and out the other. I hung around for a bit, but as the conversations picked back up to a lot of legal jargon I grabbed something to drink and my book and headed for the bedroom.

I read for a while, then took a shower, alone for once. Although I do know one of the girls came in to use the toilet, not sure which one as I was taking a long shower and had things pretty well steamed up… oh well. About midnight the girls came to bed.

I got up in the middle of the night to get a drink, and discovered not everyone had went home. There was somebody snoring up a storm in the spare bedroom, loud enough to hear them through the closed door. A woman escort bağdat caddesi each on the couches, and one of them the buxom blond. I had to stop and look, her jeans and HUGE bra on the back of the couch while she laid there on her back, tits rolling of to the side a bit and nipples pointing up through a thin shirt mostly unbuttoned…..

I had to shake my head, not long ago I would have been trying to figure out a way to get a good look at them, or possible even play with them. But now, I remembered how difficult it was finding nice clothes for the ex, or getting her to dress to show them off. At least this one wore a nice lace bra that let her nipples stand out.

She started to roll over, and I remembered I was standing there with nothing on, so I headed back to the bedroom, remembering to grab some boxers from the dresser and put them beside the bed.

Thursday was interesting. We were up and out like usual, our over night guests had already made their way out. Late morning at work we got a delivery of the two beta machines. In unpacking the machines, I found a decent sized box with my girls name on it, I peeked inside and saw clothes, so I sent her a text to call me.

“What’s up handsome?”

“Hey babe, I was unpacking the new beta machines, and there’s a box inside with your name on it, looks like clothes or something…”

“Oh I thought I said something… oh well. The rep said she was cleaning out her closets, and was sending a care package. Anything I don’t want goes to the Goodwill.”

“OK, I’ll bring it home…. ” I walked in the door to find a black version of Monday with a bright orange thong splitting those black cheeks. I walked up behind her bent over the dryer and ran a finger over her thong above her rosebud.

She looked back over her shoulder and winked at me while wiggling her ass, then went back to pulling clothes from the dryer. I slid her thong aside and pressed my finger into her ass, making her hiss and freeze, I slid it in and out a few times before pulling it out suddenly, letting her collapse on the floor.

“DAMN YOU’RE ORNERY!”

I gave her ass a swat and went back to the box I had dropped on the couch. I pulled several things from the box, mainly jeans and tops, when I got down to some nicely folded stuff on the bottom.

I pulled out three NICE dresses, and some lingerie, I laid them out on the back of the couch, and thought twice and grabbed some hangers to let the wrinkles release from them. I was about to put the box aside, but it still had some weight to it. in the bottom of the box was a small box about the size of a show box but half as thick. It had a ribbon on it, and a card…. the card was from the rep. “To opening new horizons”

I had just finished my shower when my girl came through the door, it took me a minute to remember it was test night and not a regular class night. She hugged me and twirled me around. “So I take it you think you did pretty good on your test?”

“I had trouble with a few, but it was pretty easy….”

I brought my hands around to cup her tits a bit, then brought them up to begin unbuttoning her top. I kissed and nibbled and caressed while divesting her of her clothes, taking my time with her bra and thong so I could nibble on nipples and lick her pussy.

We went back out to the living room, and I got to enjoy a bit of a fashion show. She tried on tops without putting on bottoms, running her fingers over her nipples to tease me. Then trying a few of the jeans on topless, making her tits bounce as she ‘had’ to jump a bit to get them on..

The lingerie she held up, but I’ve never known a woman to wear another woman’s lingerie. The only thing she did set to one side was a corset and a couple of long line bras. Then it came to the dresses ….

There were several NICE ones, all of them with neck lines low enough to prevent the use of a regular bra, which explained some of the interesting lingerie she sent. And NONE of them had any kind of lining or did anything to keep her nipples from popping out.

But the last one… “WOW!”

“You like?” she asked, twirling around making the short skirt flare out almost completely flat, everything below the waist on display. Picture the Marlin Monroe dress from the movie, but with a skirt that barely came down to mid thigh. The wide band around her middle and skimpy little halter strip around her neck barely wide enough to cover her tits, much less even tried to contain them.

I slid down from the couch to my knees and lifted her skirt to put my head under, brought my hands up the back of her thighs and pulled her to my face. Letting my nose bump her clit while I ran my tongue between her lips. “Mmmmmmm, I guess you do like this one…”

“YA THINK?….” I forgot our black girl was still here….

I slid back out from under the skirt, and stood up to give her a nice kiss while helping her out of the dress. “Seeing those dresses I know why she sent some of the lingerie along…”

“Yea, she said some of them would require something special if I wanted to wear anything under them. I almost wore this one to the banquet out in Reno…”

“I’m not sure how you decided between them you look so good in both…and out of them too!” I pulled her to me, my cock rising between her legs. “What’s in the box?”

She looked at me wide eyed, “What box?”

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The Gulfstream G150 jet swiftly made its way across the twilight skies. Its cabin was business-like with high backed leather chairs, flat screen monitors, desks and tables of varying sizes. Everything a titan of industry could require in his travels.

But on this flight, the interior lights were largely dimmed and only a solitary passenger was aboard. She sat in the black leather chair and looked out the window as the last rays of sunlight began to disappear. She sipped ginger ale from glasses imprinted with the company logo and then looked down at a copy of Business Week magazine that had been left aboard. Amidst the cover’s headlines was one that caught her eye.

“America’s Ghost Towns: The Next Land Boom?”

She idly began to flip through the issue until she saw the story. It was definitely about towns that had largely been abandoned by industry, were slowly dying, but ripe for new business opportunities.

One photo and its caption made her stop.

“I know this town.” She said quietly to herself.

Rocky Hill, Texas was an oddity in so many ways. No one could recall how a town could be called Rocky Hill when there were no hills and few rocks. It was largely flat and dusty. At the end of one street was the Super Chief Café, named for the famous transcontinental train that used to stop in town on its way to or from the west coast and open 24 hours. Billy Bob Hutchinson, its owner, had wisely added a Texaco gas station next to the café, cashing in on a fuel they sold called Super Chief. When the Super Chief train made its last run, he kept the station/café open even with the diminishing business. It made for a yearly write off on his income taxes, nothing more. The locals had taken to calling it “the Super Cheap Café”.

A solitary girl walked the empty streets to her waitress shift at the café. She was short with thick black hair that she’d tie back when on duty. She wore a light blue uniform that felt tight on her body at times. It had belonged to a previous employee who wasn’t as “blessed” in certain areas as the current owner was.

Her name was Laura.

Though she usually worked a variety of shifts at the café, more often than not she got the overnight shift where the clientele consisted of the occasional long haul trucker on their way to Dallas or further west looking for an extra bit of coffee to keep them going for 100 more miles, or line workers for the phone company. But for the most part, she was on her own listening to the radio and wondering what was down the road that led out of town, to the Interstate highway, to parts unknown.

By 11 PM, the café had seen the last of its regulars and she’d be on her own until the early morning breakfast crowd arrived. To say things were quiet was putting it mildly. She leaned against the counter trying to decide how to spend the next few hours. All the dishes had been washed by the previous shift, the coffee was brewed.

But this uniform was just too damn tight and wearing a bra underneath probably didn’t help matters either. She took a look around the empty café and then outside the front door, nobody in sight, good. She immediately unbuttoned the front of her uniform and unlatched her bra, the rush of “being free” as it were felt great. She doubted anybody would care if she kept it off. Hell, she could probably do her shift totally naked and it wouldn’t make any difference, it was so slow tonight. And a gentle night time breeze felt wonderful on her breasts.

Good sense prevailed and she quickly re-buttoned her uniform.

She got a coffee for herself and sat outside and took in the quiet night air. In the distance she saw headlights far off down the main road. But they seemed to be taking a long time to get closer.

The headlights she’d seen belonged to a sputtering VW van that pulled into the parking lot. It was smoking out of the back end. Its driver quickly got out and opened up the back, quickly being engulfed in smoke and steam.

“Are you OK?” she called to him

He waved off the smoke

“Yes, I think it’s an oil leak. You don’t have a mechanic round here, do you?”

“Not until the morning.” Laura said as she walked over.

“Well, guess I’m stuck here. Is there someplace I could park until the morning?”

“Sure, over there by the sign.” she said pointing to the weathered Texaco sign.

“Good enough.” He said “Oh, I’m John.”

“Laura.” She said as they shook hands “Park your van and I can get you some coffee, maybe a burger?”

“That’ll be perfect. I’ve been on the road for a long time.”

John eagerly dug into a cheeseburger and fries.

“Where are you heading?” Laura asked

“California, a friend of mine has a house there he’s restoring and he needs all the help he can get.”

“Wow, I’d love to go out there. It must be nice.”

“Uh-huh, the house is a big one too.” He said as he took another sip of coffee “How long have you lived here?”

“Too long.”

“So…what keeps you here?” he asked inquisitively “You never wondered what’s out there?”

Laura thought long and hard kocaeli escort for an answer

“I don’t know, not much, I guess. Not much opportunities here so I guess I’m stuck.”

“Could you leave if you wanted to?”

“You mean, like, move out of state?”

John nodded

“No, I-I couldn’t” she said hesitantly “My Aunt still lives here and she’d be lonely.”

Laura knew that was a dumb answer. Her Aunt Rosie was something of a character in town and anything but lonely. She and Billy Bob had had a fling years ago and she believed he’d leave the café’ to her if he died, then she could cash in on the property and sell it. The gossip in town had been that oil speculators had been in the area a few times so she figured it was only a matter of time before he went to that “goldmine in the sky” as it were, and whatever riches lay under the cafe` would be hers.

“You’re right, it’s tough leaving family behind.” John said as he finished the last bit of the burger “Well, I’m gonna get some sleep.”

“Where?”

“Oh, in my van, it’s kind cool. You wanna see it?”

Laura thought for a minute

“Um…OK.”

The side door of the VW slid open revealing a mattress that seemed custom-fitted to the dimensions of the van. He had some thick pillows and blankets scattered around. A makeshift curtain stretched around the windows and effectively dimmed the inside. Multicolored Christmas lights were around the top and small speakers were mounted in the corners.

“Hey, this is kinda neat!” Laura said as she looked in

“Yeah, I got a friend back home who’s a whiz at engineering stuff like this. I wish he’d worked his magic on the engine.”

“Can you fix it?”

“Probably, it’s gotten me this far, I don’t see why it won’t go all the way.”

Go all the way.

It had been awhile since she’d heard those words, even when innocently used like now. Laura knew she had a killer body, though it embarrassed her sometimes. Auntie Rose said otherwise and she should know. In her younger days she’d worked the burlesque circuit around Texas. It was how she’d met Billy Bob and several other men whose status was known by the size of their hats and the age of their Cadillac’s. Not to mention the size of their wallets. Other than some unmemorable encounters in the back of Junior Murphy’s pickup, Laura’s love life wasn’t much to speak of. But she had ways of relieving whatever romantic longings she might have. Auntie Rose had a shower massager installed some time back, supposedly for “medical reasons”. While Rose slept off whatever excesses she’d had from the night before, Laura secretly enjoyed some long showers, the massager between her legs.

John climbed inside and pulled out a small metal box.

“Feel like a smoke?” he asked

“Is that, um…” she asked hesitantly

“Uh-huh, it’s grass.”

“You better not, the sheriff sometimes stops by to check in on me.”

“Oh, got it.” He quickly hid the box under some clothing “I’ve got some regular cigarettes.”

“That’s OK, I don’t smoke.”

“Then…what do you do?” he asked as he leaned against the door frame, one leg on the ground the other propped up on the van’s floor boards. And a look of temptation on his face

Laura wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Um…I don’t…I don’t really know.” she said with a bashful smile. She knew he was smiling back at her.

She also knew she was attracted to him, how different he was from anyone else she saw, what he seemed to represent.

It was only a matter of how to deal with the attraction she had to this stranger in town.

Just then, she saw the headlights of a patrol car as it pulled up to the cafe`. Out of it climbed Sheriff Taylor. He’d been Sheriff for as long as anyone could remember. According to him, he’d once survived a gunfight with Bonnie & Clyde and followed Steve McQueen across 2 counties until the legendary speed loving actor, the “king of cool” finally gave up, amazed that anyone would try to chase him on the wide open Texas roads for just a broken tail light.

“Evenin’ Miss Laura, how’s business tonight?” he asked as he approached the pair.

“Same as always” she replied before quickly adding “Oh! This is John, his van broke down and he’s gonna camp out here, just for the night.”

“Is that a fact?” he said as he looked him over “Where you headed, son?”

“California, I need to fix a couple of things on the van, I’ll be leaving in the morning, sir.”

“Uh-huh…you do that.” he said with just enough authority to be sure his message was heard clearly by the young traveler “Laura, how ’bout some coffee and a bit of pie?” he said to her while still sizing up the young traveler.

“Yes sir!” she replied as the two went into the cafe`.

His coffee and pie fix satiated, Sheriff Taylor loosened his belt a little as he stood up.

“You be sure to let me know if there’s any trouble…you know where the alarm button is, right?” he said as he looked back at John’s van, its lights off and curtains kuşadası escort drawn.

“I’ll be fine, Sheriff, you know that.” she said confidently

“Uh-huh…just remember what I said.”

As Sheriff Taylor’s police car pulled away, she looked out the main window at the van parked under the lighted sign and hoped that John might feel the need to come in for one more cup of coffee. But it seemed like the road had caught up to him and she was pretty much alone for another hour or two.

Like clockwork, the morning breakfast rush began. But to her dismay, Charlie the morning cook hadn’t arrived, and she was forced into panic mode trying to get things done. She was quickly overwhelmed and worried.

“Where the fuck is Charlie?” she yelled as she tried to be short order cook and waitress at the same time.

The cups of coffee were quickly piling up and the blue collar guys were getting impatient when to her surprise she heard a bell ding behind her.

“Scrambled eggs and bacon, ready to go!” she heard

It didn’t sound like Charlie’s voice.

Then another ding

“Pancakes and sausage, ready!”

She tried not to look curious as she made her way to the small window where orders were picked up. She grabbed both plates, then looked inside.

John was manning the stove and balancing multiple orders, looking like he’d been doing it for years, utensils skillfully flying in all the right directions. He even wore the greasy apron Charlie usually wore.

But he certainly looked a lot better in it than Charlie ever did.

“Hey, Laura!” a voice yelled “Where’s my breakfast?”

“Right! Comin’ up!” she yelled happily

The bell dinged every few minutes and John’s voice could be heard calling out multiple orders that were ready. And Laura suddenly became Ms. Efficiency as she grabbed plate after plate and order after order.

Pretty soon, the breakfast crowd was on its way and a few generous tips had found their way into her pocket. It was at that moment that Charlie the cook stumbled inside.

“Am I early?” he asked through bleary eyes.

Laura looked at him with an exhausted smile

“No, not really.” she said as she punched out.

As she passed the garage, she could see John’s van up on the service bay’s hydraulic lift. He saw her walk by then ran out after her.

“Hey! Pretty busy in there, huh?” he said as he caught up to her.

“Yes, it was…so where’d you learn to cook anyway?”

“Oh, here and there.” he said as they walked together “I might be stuck here awhile, your mechanic has to go to some parts depot for what I need on the van.”

“So…where will you stay?”

“Wherever the van’s parked, I guess.”

“And what about money?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you, um, do you need an extra cook? Just for the morning’s and all? I figure it’s only right since you let me park there and I’ll need the cash for the road. I figure I should do something to repay you.”

“Um, let me ask the owner.”

“Cool!” he said happily “I’ll see you later.”

Laura watched him closely as he ran back to the garage. She found herself staring as he removed his t-shirt and guzzled water from a hose before dumping some over his head and shaking his brown hair like a playful dog would.

She made her way back to the large house she shared with Auntie Rose, all the time thinking about John, how good he looked and the connection they seemed to make. There was no doubt in her mind what she wanted to do, it was just a question of how and when.

The Texas heat was already starting to rear its ugly head. But Auntie Rose wasn’t home yet, good, she thought. She trotted up the stairs of the old house to her room and immediately stripped naked. She felt much cooler and freer with her clothes off. In the large antique mirror she caught a glimpse of her naked body. Her tits were large, alright, and she struck a model’s pose, then a stripper’s pose. It had been a long time since she’d looked at herself this way, but then John wasn’t around last time was he?

She could be in Playboy with a body like hers, nice breasts, dark pussy hair and a cute ass. What would John think? She touched her tits a little, then teased the nipples. A nice tingly feeling went throughout her body. She smiled to herself now. Hand went between her legs and she felt her pussy, it was getting wetter with every touch of her finger. She lay back on her bed and continued to softly touch herself.

How good it felt.

Just then she heard a knock on the door downstairs.

“Who could that be?” she wondered to herself

She quickly grabbed a robe and went downstairs.

Peering inside the screen door was John.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” she said with surprise “How did you know where I live?”

“Oh, a great bit of luck.” he replied

“Come on in.” she said, trying to keep the robe closed as she quickly looked outside.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something.” he said as he noticed the robe

“Uh, marmaris escort no…I was just, uh, gonna take a bath and relax.”

“Oh, I can leave if-“

“No!” she said excitedly, then in a calmer tone said “No, it can, um, wait. What was this bit of luck you got?”

“Oh, yeah…the guy that owns the cafe` came to the garage just after you left and he said I could take over as the morning cook until my van’s fixed. He said some guy named Charlie needs to dry out or something.”

“Cool!” she said, then realized what that meant “How long would that be?”

“Might be ready tomorrow, the mechanic is going to a parts depot in the next town.”

Her heart sank, she realized it was now or never.

“Then…we don’t have a lot of time do we?” she said looking up at him with a bashful smile.

“No…we don’t.” he replied with the same kind of look

Laura hesitantly let the robe fall open and onto the hardwood floor, she was naked in front of this man she’d only met the night before. He began to smile, as did she. He bent down slightly and kissed her lips, she did the same.

“That f-felt good.” she said in a soft voice

John nodded

“Come on…” she said as she took his hand.

Their slow walk turned into a run up the stairs.

Once in her room she quickly stripped him naked and loved it when she saw his dick was already erect.

“You’re ready for action, I guess.”

“So are you.” he replied

“How can you tell?”

“Never seen a girl strip me so fast.”

“I’m horny, that’s why!” she laughed as she led him to her bed

Laura spread her legs wide and John knelt between them. She felt his tongue enter her wet pussy, it felt so good she gleefully let herself go and let out a series of gasps and moans the more he licked her to a stunning climax.

Thankfully, there was much more. John’s dick entered her and she wrapped her legs around him and felt his ass as he fucked her.

The room echoed with the sounds of their passion. Laura had never felt so good and she let him know with her moans and gasps until she could no longer resist the temptation;

“John….oh god oh god….FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she yelled as her fingers dug into his muscular back.

It did the trick!

John groaned loudly and his dick exploded into her pussy making him collapse onto her. They were both breathing heavily, but holding each other close.

“Damn…th-th-that was fuckin’ wild!” He gasped

“I feel wonderful.” Laura replied adding in a kiss

No one had made her feel this good.

They dozed for awhile until Laura heard the door open downstairs.

“Laura, honey? You home?”

It was her Aunt Rose.

Laura tried not to disturb John as she quickly got out of bed and frantically looked for her robe, then remembered it was on the floor downstairs. She quickly found a t-shirt and some cutoff shorts and went back downstairs.

“Laura, what’s this doing here?” Rose asked as she held the robe Laura had been wearing earlier

“Oh, uh, it must’ve fallen when I was bringing laundry upstairs.” she quickly replied

Rose didn’t seem to believe her, but shook her head as she walked away. Laura breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly went back upstairs where John was starting to dress.

“Good, we need to get you out of here. I don’t think my Aunt would understand if she saw you here.” she said

“Uh, OK” he said “I can walk back to town.”

“No, no…um, let me see if I can borrow her car. Wait here.”

Laura crept back downstairs and spotted Rose’s car keys on a table by the door.

“I’m borrowing the car, Rose!” she yelled, then looked up at the top of the stairs where John stood waiting. She beckoned him with her hand and he dashed down the stairs and followed her out the door before Rose could reply.

She felt so naughty as they made their escape like outlaws, laughing amidst the dust kicked up as they headed down the main road in the old Cadillac convertible.

“You do this a lot?” John said laughingly

“Sometimes…” she replied, adding a naughty smile for effect.

Laura pulled off onto a side road that led to a wide open field. The Caddy thundered to a stop and they looked at each other. They immediately embraced and kissed deeply. She straddled his lap and pulled her shirt off, making his eyes widen as she pulled him in close and overwhelmed him with her tits. His hands were all over them again and she could feel a tingling in her crotch and hardness under his jeans. She threw her head back and let the wonderful feeling come over her.

John was loving it too, he reached for the door handle and they tumbled out of the Caddy. Still laughing, Laura saw John reach for the zipper of his jeans, she had an excited look on his face as his pants dropped and his hard dick was before her.

Dutifully she was on her knees, taking all of his manhood into her mouth. This was so much different than the times with Junior, this time she was ready and willing. She loved hearing John’s little groans and breaths as she sucked his dick, letting her tongue and lips go everywhere possible.

John pulled her to her feet and she promptly yanked off her pants as he kicked off his jeans. They embraced and his hands felt her ass. She loved the feel of his hands there, his hard dick poking at her pussy. Her moans and breaths were so erotic, so real.

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My Daddy just finished teaching me how to give him the best blow job ever and he rewarded me by feeding me a belly full of his super salty cum. His orgasm had hit him so hard that his body had erupt into shakes, his legs nearly giving away so that he had to plop onto my bed before he collapsed to the floor.

I’m laying beside him, caressing his stomach lovingly; I’m annoyed that he won’t let me touch his cock, again, but he says it’s too sensitive. He and I are talking about how good it’s going to feel when he puts his mouth on my too-hot pussy and I can’t wait; I hope I cum as hard as he had, my body shaking uncontrollably like his had.

I shudder this time, my eyes wide as I examine his face. “You’re going to suck me, Daddy?” I whisper in shock, too nervous to ask it any louder. I take my bottom lip between my teeth as he turns onto his side facing me, his right hand moving between us toward my dripping wet cunt lips that are throbbing with need. I feel another puddle of girl cum ooze from my opening to coat my lips, my clit beating in time with my heart.

My Daddy nods, his eyes dark with arousal and his lips parted in an almost evil looking smile. “Abso fucking lutely.” he growls his answer, his index and middle fingers pressing to my aching bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy; he smiles when I moan for him and kick my leg up over his hip to spread open for him. “You ever have your pussy eaten, Baby Girl?” he asks me softly, his eyes glued to mine as he watches to see if I lie.

I shake my head in the negative, my eyes wide as they lock with his. “No, Daddy…” I reply softly, with my little girl voice. “I am completely untouched. I swear.” I add softly and feel a blush burn across my cheeks as he lowers his fingers toward my dripping hole. “You’re the only person to ever see or feel me there, Daddy…ever. It’s yours.”

He moans at that, his eyes glowing with pride. “Daddy’s good Baby Girl…” he praises me with a kiss to my forehead as he rubs his 2 fingers through my slit along my opening; he eases just his index finger into my tight wetness. “Fuck me…you’re such a good girl.” he purrs, his lips moving toward my mouth; he kisses me then, his tongue slipping between my lips when I gasp in surprise. “So responsive.” he groans, then he kisses me like a man kisses his woman and he pulls back when he feels me start to ride his finger.

I open my eyes to watch the hunger darken his eyes to nearly black. “Does it…” I whisper curiously, then blush with embarrassment; but I desperately want to know. “Does it feel good, Daddy? Does my pussy feel good on your finger?” I ask him as I push and pull my pussy on the single digit penetrating my virgin depths; I frown when I realize that he withdraws before he can go deep enough to pop my cherry.

I guess he wants that for his cock. I smile. “Does my pussy feel good, Daddy?”

“So good, Baby Girl.” he promises me, then he pulls his fingers from between my legs toward his mouth; he smiles most deviously when I gasp in shock, then he slides the cunt juice smeared fingers deeply into his mouth with a satisfied groan. “So delicious, Baby Girl. Your pussy juice tastes better than the freshest fruit juice and Daddy is going to feast on that delectable young pussy!” he growls, then he shoves me onto my back.

“You know how to suck dick now, Baby Girl.” he purrs as he kisses along my neck, then starts his way lower. “Now I’m going to show you how a pussy gets eaten. Every time you make Daddy happy with that perfect fucking mouth, Daddy is going to do the same thing for your sweet little snatch.” he purrs, his lips kissing down the column of my neck; he kisses down toward my left breast and takes the nipple into his mouth with a violent suck, then he bites town a bit too hard before twirling his tongue around it.

I cry out and arch up against him, my pussy colliding with his cock above me.

“No, no, no.” Daddy admonishes me, his hand moving to my hip to press me back down to the mattress. “Daddy is going to fuck his Baby Girl and he’s going to fuck her good.” he growls, his tongue licking across my chest toward my other nipple. “First, I’m going to eat you and you’re going to fucking love it. Daddy has a magic tongue.” he laughs, then suckles, bites, and licks at the other nipple just as he had the first.

I moan and writhe beneath him, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing. “Daddy…” I cry out softly, my eyes watching his lips and tongue working my nipple; it’s like he’s directly between my legs with that mouth and I might just explode for him. “Daddy, I’m so hot…so wet…please.” I beg not caring how desperate it makes me. “PLEASE!”

“Such an impatient little girl is Daddy’s Baby Girl.” Daddy chuckles softly, his lips and tongue burning a pathway down over my stomach; he blows softly on my belly button, then kisses lower still. “So eager for Daddy to swallow her cum.” he purrs; when he gets to the top of my pubic mound, I nearly scream out at the touch zonguldak escort of his lips to my clit.

He chuckles, pulls his left arm up to place his left palm heavily on my belly to keep me pinned down; his right hand pushes my left leg up from beneath my thigh so that my pussy is completely open for him. “Fuck, would you look at that beauty.” he growls before he leans down and suckles at the distended bundle of nerves that has me on edge; his chin in immediately coated in my girl cum and he moans.

“So wet for Daddy.” he growls happily, his tongue sweeping between my moist folds toward my needy opening. He moans as he gets a full flooding of my girl cum, then he gently pushes his tongue into my whole as far as it can go and moans, again. “Help Daddy. Hold your leg up for me.” he instruct me and waits for me to reach down beneath both of my knees to pull them apart and up toward my chest; he adjusts himself so that both of his hands are now on my smooth pussy, then pulls the lips apart so widely that he has a clear view of my engorged clit, throbbing pink virginal slit, and puckered asshole.

“Fuck me, that’s gorgeous.” he swears before he leans down to press his tongue to my anus; he moans, twirls his tongue around it to lap up my leaking pussy cream, then licks back upward toward my now open entry hole. “So fucking pink and innocent. Daddy can’t wait to fuck it, Baby Girl…to fill it with my cum day in and day out.” he growls hungrily, then leans back down to lick into my canal; his tongue sinks into me, his chin pressing against my labia and his nose brushing my needy clit.

I moan for him, try to buck against his mouth, but he merely sucks at my swollen labia. “Oh, Daddy, please.” I whimper, my eyes glancing down between my legs to watch him; I moan, again, when he licks me from anus to clit. “Daddy, please. I need it so badly. I’m so hot for you. I need to cum. Please make me cum. Please, Daddy, PLEASE!” I whimper, as I watch him trace the tip of his tongue around my clit in lazy circles; I feel the lightest touch and it’s driving me mental. “DAAAADDYYY!!!” I whine.

He chuckles, his eyes locked with mine. “This is how a pussy should be properly eaten, Baby Girl.” he begins in his perfect College Professor voice; he smirks when I gasp at him in exasperation. “The clit is red, swollen, and throbbing. It should be handled with care or the woman could blow much too soon.” he warns, then locks eyes with me as he leans forward to pull it into his mouth like a pacifier; he sucks a few times like I had sucked at his cock head, then he twirls his tongue around it almost roughly.

I gasp and arch against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out, then gasp when he stops.

“Down here is your vagina, Baby Girl.” he continues as if I hadn’t just cried out in frustration at him; he runs his tongue between my folds toward my clenched opening. “Daddy’s cock is going to sink right into this little hole, Baby Girl, and stretch you right out. He’s going to fit so snugly inside of your moist heat.” he promises, his index finger pushing inside of my hungry cunt while his lips return to my clitoris.

“Oh, Daddy, PLEASE.” I whimper now on the verge of tears.

Daddy’s finger curls inside of me and presses against a spongy wall of tissue that makes me gasp. “That’s your g spot, Baby Girl.” he coos, his mouth closing over my aching bundle of nerves to suckle at me, again. “I’ll always press you right there while sucking on your sensitive little nubbin. I’m going to make you cream Daddy’s face so you will be wet enough for me to bury my fat cock deep inside you without pain.”

I feel fire burning along my every nerve. “Oh, Daddy.” I gasp, my eyes squeezed tightly shut as I revel in the feelings taking over me. My clit is so hot and hard in my Daddy’s mouth, my pussy clenching and sucking at the digit buried inside of me. I hug my legs tighter to me as I feel my muscles clench. “I’m going to cum for you, Daddy. I’m going to cum so hard for you. Please don’t stop sucking my pussy.” I beg as I grind against him now. “Oh, Daddy, please don’t stop eating my tight little virgin cunt!”

My Daddy doesn’t stop.

His drives his finger against my inner g spot with rapid thrusts, his tongue and lips working at my aching clit. He circles the bundle of nerves, sucks it deeply into his mouth, then bites down on it a little bit too hard; but it’s enough to make my body explode beneath him. He continues licking and sucking back and forth between my oozing cunt hole and throbbing clit, his finger now saturated in my girl cum.

I scream things. I have no idea what I say, but I scream them. My throat burns with the screaming, my body tight and convulsing. White lights dance behind my tightly squeezed eyelids and I struggle to breathe as my body seems to be one giant cramp; my pussy pulsates around my Daddy’s finger a second before I melt.

I release my legs and they flop to the bed around my Daddy, my entire body fethiye escort sinking into my mattress as pleasure relaxes me from head to toe. I force sleepy eyes to open, then smile down at my Daddy quite contentedly; I lick my lips and open my mouth to thank him, to tell him that it’s the best orgasm that I have ever had in years of masturbating, but my brain won’t connect to my mouth and I can only giggle.

Daddy smiles, then eases his way up the bed, his once again rock hard cock being stroked with his right hand. “Daddy’s going to fuck you now, Baby Girl.” he purrs, his left hand shoving my weak right leg out of his way so that he can press the tip of his heavily swollen cock at the opening to my drenched vagina. “Daddy’s going to take that cherry and make you mine. I can’t wait to pop that cherry wide open and fill you up with my cum!” he says excitedly, then aims himself at my core.

I glance down at my labia, watch them greedily spread for his cock. I’m so wet.

Daddy presses his cock head to my waiting hole, eases it in a bit, his eyes wild with lust.

I bite my lower lip as I wait for him to sink home, to take my virginity.

“Dillon?”

Daddy freezes, his eyes locked with my equally wide ones.

“Dillon? Can you come downstairs, please? I need your help.”

Daddy shoves off of me, his cock head glistening with my cunt juice, and practically leaps off of the bed; his now softened cock dangling dejectedly between his legs. “I’ll be right down.” he calls to his wife, then looks down at me with a moan. He leans down to kiss me quickly, a rough press of his lips to mine, then he reaches down for his clothes and bolts out of my room with a soft click of my door.

I hear the bathroom door click shut, then the sink water running and I pout while caressing my aching cunt lips; I’m burning with need, my pussy pulsing against my hand. I slide from my bed and look for my clothes, skip the bra and panties, and slide them back on. My pussy is tender, the soft cotton of the crotch rubbing at the still sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy and I really hate my Mother in that moment.

Yes, I had a massive orgasm on my Daddy’s mouth and it was a fucking great one, but he was about to fuck me. He was about to fill me with his delicious cock and make me his once and for all, but noooooo. She had to come back home and ruin it for me; even as my muscles are still soft and jelly-like from that cumming, I feel unfulfilled. I need more. I need my Daddy to fill me in every possible way.

“Dillon?”

I glare at my bedroom door, my Mother’s voice coming from just outside of it.

“Jesus, Vera, I’m taking a shit!” my Daddy snaps nastily. “That okay with you?” he demands nastily, the toilet flushing and the sink running, again. The bathroom door clicks open and I hear my Daddy in the hallway with my Mother. “I told you that I would be right down. You don’t need to come up and fetch me!”

“Dillon, why are you yelling?”

“Because sometimes you can be just so…unnecessarily annoying.” he growls, then his footsteps can be heard stomping away toward the stairwell. “Let’s go! You needed my help so badly that you had to come and interrupt me in the bathroom. Let’s go and do whatever it is that you needed my help doing.”

“Hurrumf.” comes Vera’s whispered grunt, but then her footsteps vanish down the hall.

I smile to myself, a seed of thought planted in my head at that moment. I want my Daddy to fuck me, but we can’t risk getting repeatedly interrupted by my Mother. I also don’t want to share him with her; I want his cock filling me and only me; that means that I’ve got to convince Daddy now more than ever that we need to move out.

ASAP.

Now I know exactly how to do just that.

Over the next few days, Daddy and I don’t get to spend too much time together because my Mother was in psycho mode and she became the one doing all of the driving me around. She drove me to practice in the early mornings, stayed and watched me run laps, snuck into the ladies locker room to make sure no boys came in while I showered, then left when the first bell rang; she did this for a week straight.

At home, she wouldn’t let me leave my bedroom except for dinner.

I never had anything to say to her or him at that point; I was furious.

A week after Daddy and I had our first orgasms with each others’ mouths, he finds me in the basement doing a load of laundry. I’m wearing a t shirt and sweats, no underwear at all since it’s laundry day and they’re all being washed. I am just pouring a cup of detergent into the running water when I feel hands sweep across my bare stomach beneath my t shirt; I moan softly and toss the soap aside to turn toward my Daddy.

He pulls me close and presses his lips to mine, then shoves his tongue into my mouth. His hands sweep beneath my t shirt, up to my tits where he plucks and twists my nipples; his heavy erection presses against alanya escort my stomach as he shoves me back against the washing machine. “I’m going fucking crazy with how much I need your mouth.” he growls, his hands sweeping down my ribs, along my waist, into the back of my sweat pants to cup the bare firmness of my ass; he lifts me up to straddle his waist.

I kiss him back, my hands in his hair. “I’m so horny, Daddy.” I gasp, my lips and tongue warring with his for control of our kiss. “I hate that she keeps getting in the way, Daddy. I need you so much!” I cry, his hard cock dry humping my pussy; I moan as my sweat pants scratch deliciously at my clit. “We need to move, Daddy. Take me away from here! Think of all of the fucking we could do. Don’t you want to fuck me, Daddy?”

“I want to fuck you so badly, Baby Girl.” he growls, his hands shoving my t shirt up so that he can bend down to suckle at my nipples. He moans with need as he sets me on my feet, then yanks the sweatpants down hard enough to make them fall to my feet. “I need it.” he growls, then drops to his knees in front of me and proceeds to feast on my cunt.

I bury my hands in his hair and pull his face closer to my pussy and moan. “I want your cock, Daddy.” I groan, as he laps at me hungrily; I’m so close, already, my clit so hard against his probing tongue. I bite my lower lip to keep from crying out knowing that my Mother is right at the top of the stairs making dinner in the kitchen. “Daddy, I’m going crazy with not being able to have you. Please. Take me away somewhere. I need you.”

My Daddy’s tongue sinks into me. “I know, Baby Girl.” he moans, then returns to sucking my aching clit. “I’ve tried to sneak in to your room every night this week, but your Mother is being so needy since our fight last week.” he grumbles, his index finger easing into my tight passage. “Come, Baby Girl. Climb on my face.” he commands me, then lays down on his back against the cold concrete of the basement floor; he undoes his jeans button and zipper, then frees his thick erection already oozing precum.

“I’m going to teach you how to 69 with me.” he growls as he strokes his thickness, then he moans and spreads his legs a bit. “Take off your pants and straddle Daddy’s face. Put one leg on each side of my head with your pussy over my mouth, but make sure that you’re facing Daddy’s cock so that you can take it into your mouth. Hurry, Baby Girl.” he commands, stroking himself faster; his stomach muscles clenching.

I kick off my sweats, then hurry to straddle his face before leaning forward toward his cock. “If we lived alone, Daddy, we wouldn’t have to wait for moments like this.” I grumble, then circle his cock head with my tongue while stroking his length with a tight grip. I lean forward and suck the whole thing down into my mouth and throat to wet it up, then pull it free and stroke it some more all the while he sucks furiously at my clit. “I want us to fuck, Daddy, and not have to be all quiet because Mom is across the hall. I want us to fuck and I want it now. We need to move out of here. Please, Daddy.”

“I know, Baby Girl.” he groans, his tongue licking up my slit toward my anus. “I need to fuck you so badly. My dick has stayed hard since almost sinking into you the other day.” he moans, then returns to sucking my clit. He pulls my pussy harder against his mouth, his tongue working back and forth between my clit and penetrating me.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum!” I whimper softly, then lean forward to take his cock deeply into my mouth as I ride his tongue to orgasm. I feel the warm lady jizz pour from me all over my Daddy’s face as I suck and stroke his cock; I moan around a mouthful of his man meat, his tip hitting the back of my throat as I quake around him. I suck and stroke him harder and faster, feel it thickening against my tongue, and then I’m swallowing down his semen in giant squirts that nearly gag me.

He moans from between my legs, his body shaking. “Fuck.”

I clean him up thoroughly as he licks the last of my juices away, my tongue licking his entire length on all sides, then I make up my mind. I carefully lift my leg from around his head and turn my body around. “I fucking want it.” I growl, then kick my leg over his pelvis to fit his spent cock between my drenched cuntlips; I grind against his limp length trying to coax it back to life. “I need to have you take me, Daddy, please!”

He moans, his hands reaching for my tits as they hang down over his face beneath the t shirt. “I know, Baby Girl, I know.” he groans, his hips thrusting up to meet my every drop onto him; he moans, his cock becoming wet with my pussy juice. “I want to fuck you so badly that I’m going insane with it. You were so tight around my tip when I–“

“Dillon?”

“You have GOT to fucking kidding me!” I moan as Daddy shoves me off of him; I fall onto my left hip with a slap of skin that is barely drowned out by the loud washing machine running. I glare over at my Daddy as he crab walks backward from me.

He scurries to his feet, zipping himself up as he moves. He hurriedly wipes his face on his t shirt, then appears at the bottom of the stairs. “Yeah?” he calls up, a basket of clean clothes suddenly in his arms. “I was just grabbing my clean clothes for the week and helping Shayna sort through hers. Did you mix your stuff into the bathroom hamper?”

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