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“Hey Matt, how is my favorite horny eighteen–year-old this morning?” Diana came up behind her son and wrapped her arms around him hugging him close as he was reaching up to pull the cereal from the closet. Her nipples pushed into his back. He was tall enough for her to rest her head on his shoulder.

“Well a bit more horny now thanks to you,” Matt placed the box on the counter and rested his hands on either side next to it.

Diana looked down at her chest pressed against her son’s back and jumped back. “Oops, what can I tell you, the girls have a mind of their own some times.”

Matt turned to look at Diana’s full breasts with their pink nipples. “So I keep hearing. You just got up; why are they hard already?”

“Oh just some creative toweling after my shower.”

She rubbed her palms across her nipples.

“You are in a grand mood this early in the morning; what’s up?”

“Hey it’s a beautiful day, and I have a list of things for us to do around the house to gear up for spring which should be coming before we know it.”

Diana was a sun bunny and had always loved anything to do with the sun and generally hibernated through the winter.

Matt gave a mock groan “Yeah like in a month and a half. How big a list?”

“Just some tightening, hammering, wiping, storing away and …” Diana trailed off as she watched the growing look of desperation on Matt’s face.

“Well, did you have any other plans today?”

Hesitantly came the “No not really.”

“Well alright then how about I let you assign the jobs between us, that way you can give me the jobs with the maximum wiggle potential?” to emphasize her point Diana shook her shoulders which caused a side to side sway of the rounded orbs on her chest.

“Hey the more you wiggle the less you can blame me for not getting anything done, remember” Matt pointed an accusing finger at the swaying breasts.

“So what will get me the most work out of you?” Diana asked exasperated.

“You expect me to think on an empty stomach? You do have spring fever – it’s clouded your judgment.”

Diana reached around and grabbed the cereal box and put it back in the cupboard. Again a breast pushed into Matt, the nipple poking his side.

“Tell you what; I’ll make pancakes so you can get a preview of the wiggle to come.”

Matt laughed and sat at the table “Wiggle away oh naked one.”

While Diana bent down to get the griddle out of the bottom cabinet she shook her butt as she said “wiggle, wiggle.”

Later, after much flipping and wiggling, the two sat to a hearty Sunday breakfast.

“So oh mighty muscular man of the house are you willing to help your poor old naked mother?”

“You know how a naked girl motivates me.”

Matt smiled at the sexy chuckle that came from his mother’s lips.

“So did you parade around the house naked for dad?”

“Not like this, but after certain bouts, one of which created you of course, we would dispense with getting redressed for the evening, or afternoon, or morning.” Diana smiled at the memory.

“So you guys were pretty wild huh?”

“I don’t think we were that outlandish. No worse than the rest of the neighborhood back then. We were in love, open-minded and loved to have fun.”

“So anal sex, masturbation performances, and talk of threesomes are pretty normal” Matt smirked as he held up his fingers and counted off, “am I missing any thing?”

Diana pointed a finger at her son, “Hey, the threesome was strictly fantasy material. I couldn’t help it if your father was an ass man. And besides, you are waaaaay too familiar with your mother’s ancient sex life, Buster. And Mr. Smarty pants, you forgot the quick surprise public flashes, creative use of the girls, and the photography sessions besides other things that I am not the kind of girl to dabble in and tell about, especially to a horny eighteen-year-old.” She stuck her tongue out at her son.

Matt’s eyes lit up as he pondered the new found knowledge.

“I know what will motivate me for a day of cruel slave labor.”

“Oh I can hardly wait to hear this one.”

“Now don’t get mad at me…”

Diana cut him off “You know you say that a lot lately.”

“Hey I’m horny; you’re naked; what do you expect?”

“Good point. So what form of debauchery has your twisted mind come up with that will stay within the boundaries?”

“Well, apparently, it’s nothing that you haven’t already done and only a little stretch past what we’ve done but yet, yes, it is still within the boundaries, oh cruel law enforcement officer.”

“Alright I’ll be daring. If I’ve done it and it stays within the boundaries I’ll do it. Oh crap, I don’t like the way your eyes just lit up.”

“Well, remember how I said not to get mad and remember how I am always horny and even though I have as you say a twisted mind you have enlightened me to things I never even knew where possible. And now I am going nuts with curiosity!”

“This lead up doesn’t bode well.”

“Okay here goes,” Matt’s eyes dropped to the table and he rushed on “I really escort blog want to see what anal sex looks like.”

Diana squeaked.

“WHAT!?! And just how is that not completely breaking the boundaries? You’d be touching me in places no son should ever touch.”

“No, no. Not with me,” Matt scrambled to explain.

Diana squeaked again, “What do you want me to do – grab some guy off the street – ‘excuse me sir will you have anal sex with me so I can satisfy my son’s curiosity’?!?”

“What? No, no. With your penis thing.”

“My penis thing? Oh that. With you watching? Why don’t you use the damned Internet like everyone else instead of your own mother?”

“Internet porn? That’s so phony.”

“I can’t believe you want to watch me use my vibrator on my own butt.”

“Actually, uh I’d really like to uh take some pictures.”

Diana’s mouth dropped wide open and she spluttered.

“Hey, you’ve done it with Dad; I’m not touching you; don’t hit me!”

Diana’s eyes were glazed as she shook her head “I’ve created a sex fiend. I don’t know what to think. Sure, it’s kind of within the boundaries but wow are we crossing some huge territory. If I say I have to think about it do I lose my work mate for the day?”

Matt figured it was time to get out of the room while he was still alive. “Even when you say no of course I’ll help you. I am actually relieved that you didn’t throw a plate at me or something. Just call me when you’re ready to work.”

Matt got up to fire up his computer for some quick play before his day was shot.

As Diana got up to think and clean up the kitchen once again the butterflies were swirling in her now full stomach.

When she finished she went into her room and sat on her bed still thinking. Shoving a seven-inch rubber penis into her own ass was not something a normal mother should do in front of her own son. Let alone the added element of him talking pictures as a record of the event. Diana wasn’t worried about what he would do with the photos. His honesty and discretion with the deal had earned her trust. The act however was practically full bore extremely kinky sex regardless of his lack of physical participation.

She really didn’t want to upset him. So what could she offer as a worthy substitute that stayed within the boundaries and didn’t simulate sex. Use the girls on him – too much contact. Let him take posed pictures sans dildo – surely not equal enough for his apparently twisted tastes. She had already masturbated in front of him, twice actually and even once with the dildo.

So much for no simulated sex she realized. She even had stuck her own finger in her ass during the last session. No wonder he was becoming an anal freak. She thought back to that very morning when she got the griddle out of the cabinet wiggling her ass at Matt. Way to pour some gasoline on that fire girl. She thought she had heard him groan. Boy was he just like his father.

She thought about all the anal bouts with David and felt a tingling in her backside.

She also thought about when Matt watched her have one of the most intense orgasms of her life. She remembered with a twinge of guilt that it was Matt’s name not David’s that came out of her lips.

While she really didn’t believe she was substituting Matt for his father, she had to admit the sexual buzz around the house since she dropped her clothes was a lot like her incredible time with David. And she now realized that she had missed that a lot.

She could think back to intimate times with David now without getting choked up. Crazy times. Wonderful times.

David hated to shop. So to make the experience bearable for him they had invented a simple game; while shopping David would challenge Diana to do five things and if she wouldn’t do one David won. If she did them all or couldn’t do one then she won. Sex forfeits were always the prize.

“Gee Di, if you’re so cold in the freezer section, maybe you should warm it up. Put your bra in the freezer,” David smirked waving a hand at the frozen dinner section. Diana pressed behind her through her cotton shirt to unsnap the bra and pulled it through an arm hole and then the other one. As David held the door open Diana tossed the garment in.

“You owe me a new bra, babe,” she turned and started to walk away.

“Mmm, mmm. Look at those hot buns. I think the panties need to go in the bakery department next.”

Diana stopped and looked over her shoulder, her long pony tail waved across the bottom of her spine “Is that a request or a challenge, sir?”

“What, worried the bakery is a little exposed for your exposure? Oh, it is a challenge babe.”

Diana stared at him eyes aglow as a smirk spread on her face.

“I’m sorry sir. This establishment only serves the freshest goods open to the fresh air.” As she walked away she flipped her short skirt up to reveal her panty-less ass. “Game, set, match to me lover boy,” Di called as she wiggled her butt before dropping the skirt and skipping around the corner of the gaziantep escort blogu aisle.

Hearing a commotion David turned to see a glaze-eyed smiling elderly gentleman getting punched in the arm by an angry looking old woman. David was stunned; Di had to have known that they were there. David sheepishly smiled, waved and ran pushing the half full cart after the sound of his wife’s laughter.

Diana smiled as she smoothed the folds on the comforter on her bed.

Eight years with no sex and I awaken a deranged sex fiend myself she thought. She never realized before how much she had changed since David’s death.

Well, David was a great, normal guy even with an anal obsession; it probably wouldn’t kill Matthew.

She decided to stop thinking so much and get back to living life to the fullest. Sadly, David’s death proved you never knew how long you had.

Shaking her head, she went into her bathroom and got a bottle of lotion. Next she went over to her dresser and found the digital camera in her purse and reached into her underwear drawer where right on the top lay her old rubber little friend that she had been getting reacquainted with quite often lately truth to be told.

She sat on her bed and thought about the whiskey bottle in the kitchen cabinet before deciding to forget it.

“I’m ready for you Matt.”

“Give me a second” came his answer.

She felt the pounding of her heart in her chest as she heard his door open and momentarily he stepped into her open door.

“What’s first on the list, oh cruel slave laborer?”

“Here, catch” Diana tossed him her camera as she scooted up onto the bed.

“First, you tell me how you want me.” Diana waved the lotion and penis at him.

“What? What do you mean?” Matt’s eyes bulged out.

“Lying on my back or on my hands and knees for example.”

“You mean there’s more than one way?”

“Oh no; I seem to get in trouble when I share my knowledge with you. On my back.” Diana laid flat, raised her legs to her chest, pushed her butt off the bed and opened her legs in a very unmotherly way. “Or on my hands and knees” Diana rolled over and got on her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder at him. A little of her auburn hair from her short pixie hairstyle covered her eye giving her an even more sexy look to the excited teenager.

“Ah that way is fine.” Matt looked down at the small red camera in his hands. Not believing his luck he added “Now when we’re done I can download these to my computer, right?”

She kept her hair covered eye on him as her hand started to open the lotion, and she squeezed some onto her other hand, “Do I need to go over the rules for the very existence of those pictures.”

“Trust me, no one else will ever even know they exist.”

She ran her lotion covered hands around the penis. “You know that there really is no attractive way to do this right?”

“That’s what makes it so cool.”

“So says the one not getting anything shoved up his butt. Look, stuff like this is great between people who love each other and respect and trust each other. Which in a twisted, bizarre way is why it works for us I guess. But you need to remember that women are not pieces of meat or objects solely for your sexual gratification. We are emotional beings with feelings of our own. Always respect that and pay attention to that,” she dropped the dildo and squirted lotion back onto her hand.

“Stop, Mom. Look if you’re saying that you’re not comfortable doing this in any way. Please don’t do it. I never want you to do anything that you don’t want; no matter how much I think it is cool.”

“Thanks Matt. But I really am okay with this, God help me. You know, your hormones didn’t fall far from the tree because I am actually getting pretty worked up over this in a very, very good way.” The last almost purred out from Diana.

Matt could see that her face was turning a vibrant shade of scarlet. Again a hair covered eye peeked out at him as she spoke “Normally, the guy helps with the lubrication process; but that is so not happening buster. So that means your mother is about to stick her own fingers into her butt in order to spread lotion around – this is so not attractive or ladylike.”

“Does it help if I say that I promise to still respect you in the morning?”

Diana snorted a chuckle.

Matt watched as Diana indeed brought her hand around her back and slowly pushed a finger into her anus. She moved it around before bringing her other hand with the bottle up to the base of her spine squirting more lotion onto her fingers as she pushed a second finger in. Slowly a third was added before all four fingers were sawing back and forth making a lot of squishy sounds.

“Doesn’t that feel weird or hurt?” Matt asked.

Diana shook her head, her hair waving back and forth close to her face. “Anal is really a matter of preference mostly. It’s really hard to describe. When you first experience it, it can hurt and a lot if not done carefully. When you have gaziantep escort sitesi your own girlfriend and if she is inexperienced you need to progress slowly and with precautions like lots of lotion.’

She smiled at the sight of her eager son nodding his head vigorously from over her bare shoulder.

“Your dad was very much an anal freak so it became a very regular routine of our fun. I honestly quite grew to love it myself. It feels full in an odd, pleasant kind of way. Knowing it brought him so much joy it added to my own pleasure quite a lot. That’s how love between close couples works. It is very mental as well.”

“I love you and knowing it brings you so much pleasure like it did for your father just adds to the positive feeling for me. Trust me, I’m going to enjoy this every bit as much as you. So enough talking, it’s show time.”

Diana pulled her fingers out and brought her hand in front of her to grab the dildo, her thumb flicking the switch on the base. Matt could see her ass still open as a black hole in the middle of a small area of brown next to her soft white skin.

Diana held the tip against the opening. She looked up at her son who stood gaping open mouthed behind her, hands to his side. “Ah excuse me, Mr. De Mille, I’m ready for my close up.”

“What?”

“Just use the damn camera Sherlock.”

Diana waited until Matt had the camera at his face before she slowly pushed the seven inch shaft into her anus.

“Ung. I am so out of practice. Remember what I told you, when you have anal sex with a girl for the first time, you need to go slowly when you do this as it does feel uncomfortable at first,” Diana said this through clinched teeth. “Without lubrication, it can hurt like hell.”

She paused with half the shaft sticking out of her butt. She could hear the soft click of the camera. She slowly pushed in again until only the black base stuck out.

“We’re going to unh let that sit for a moment.” She wiggled her butt at Matt. She looked at him and watched him as he moved around clicking the camera that remained pointed at her backside.

Finally, her hand pulled then pushed the dildo slowly back and forth. The clicks of the camera came more often now.

“So, enjoying the show, my son with the incredibly perverted imagination?”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Yeah, well back in the day, your father and I had to use a bigger camera that only took still shots, no video. Don’t even ask how we got the pictures developed until we could afford a Polaroid camera,” Diana said all this as she slowly increased the speed of the plunging fake penis in her ass.

“Video? Shit.”

Diana laughed her throaty laugh as she watched her son fumble with the camera. She laid her head down and started to strongly push the vibrator into her ass. Her breathing started to get raspy and Matt watched as more and more spasms coursed through her body.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh FUCK” Diana screamed and fell onto the bed her whole body shaking. She brought her hands up to rest on either side of her head. As she lay prone the muscles of her ass slowly pushed the dildo up until it oozed out of her ass and rolled off her onto the bed. Matt could see his mother’s flushed asshole clench and open repeatedly.

“Cool,” Matt cooed switching to a zoom setting.

Diana figured what he was excited about “Yuck, Gross.” But the newly released unbridled exhibitionist in her caused her to drag her knees up and push her butt up and spread wide before Matt and the camera. A throaty “Wiggle, wiggle” came from the mass of hair that was all that was visible of her head. After one final wiggle she curled over onto her side, her arm spread across her scarlet breasts, smiling as he switched the camera back to stills and took one final picture.

Her sweat stained face smirked up at her son “You so owe me an entire day of complaint-free work Buster.”

His rapidly retreating form yelled back “Sure Mom, after I finish ahh downloading the pictures.”

She stretched her body out on the bed. Good, that means she could relax a while before another shower and work time.

She saw the humming vibrator next to her. She reached out and grabbed it and held it up flicking it off.

She stared at the fake penis.

She saw herself looking up into the eyes of David above her. Her hands held onto his shoulders as he pushed himself into her, the insides of her legs pressed against the outside of his. She felt the spark of electricity course through her body making her sob, “Oh David.” He held still waiting for her. Finally he gently rolled his hips again moving inside her. She knew instantly what he wanted when he pulled back and out of her leaving a cool flush of air to gush into the void. He held still again as she compressed her stomach rolling her backside toward him. She reached her hand down to guide his hard flesh into her smaller hole before him. With a hissing sigh he glided his flesh into her ass. She wrapped her legs around his ass and her arms around his back and neck drawing herself off the bed and into his very flesh. They both lost all sense of where one stopped and the other began. He pushed and pulled through her body; jabs of tingling electricity again soared through her body crashing into her heart. Push; pull; push; pull. She felt the tremble start in his stomach and race through the rest of his body as his penis spasmed inside of her.

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Ashley, a striking platinum blonde in frilly short pajamas, held her hand out to her younger sister Caitlyn, a pretty honey blonde wearing long baggy black pjs.

“What?”

“Come on Caity just take my hand,” the taller young woman said.

“What are you planning?”

“You said you’re ready to lose your virginity right?”

“Yes, but I haven’t even met another guy yet. I need a boyfriend first.”

“Please just trust me.”

“Fine.”

When Caitlyn grabbed Ashley’s hand, she was led back into their stepfather’s large showroom full of cars. There were many shiny vehicles spread out in the space beneath their main house.

They passed the wine room and turned a corner to their stepbrother’s bed, where he was lying, his lower half covered in a sheet.

“W-wait what, w-why are we coming back here?” Caitlyn asked softly. She pushed her frameless glasses back against her green eyes.

“He’s asleep Caitlyn, you don’t need to whisper.”

“He is?” she said dubiously.

“He’s a deep sleeper too,” she said, going to the side and pulling off the sheet covering his body. His caramel-colored skin was naked beneath. Caitlyn immediately covered her face.

“See?” Ashley said.

“W-why Ashley?” she said, peering between her fingers.

“What do you mean? This is the answer. You’re all hung up on having your first time be with someone special, but I’m telling you it doesn’t matter. You can do it with Marlon, just get it over with. Then you won’t be so nervous about it with your next boyfriend.”

“It’s supposed to be special though,” Caitlyn said, her hand still covering her face.

Ashley pulled her sister’s hand down.

“It’s just sex.” She pulled her closer to the bed. They stood at his feet, looking down at him.

“Oh my!” Caitlyn exclaimed.

“I know,” Ashley grinned, looking at his impressive body. He had a muscular build similar to an athlete and his dark genitals were equally large. His eyes were closed and his black hair was tousled. “It doesn’t need to be with someone special but you still should be, you know, into him. Do you like Marlon?”

“What do you mean?”

“You think he’s hot right?” Ashley asked.

“Umm… he’s attractive,” she said.

Ashley smiled.

“If he was your boyfriend would you let him do you?”

Caitlyn turned red.

“I-I guess…”

“You guess?”

“I mean, yeah I would.”

“Ok what’s the problem then?”

“Uh, but he’s asleep,” she said.

“Well maybe you should wake him up then.”

“Uh, I don’t think I know…”

“You said you’ve sucked Dylan before right?”

“Uh y-yeah,” Caitlyn replied.

“Do the same thing to Marlon.”

“U-uh, but shouldn’t I… shouldn’t I ask him? If he really wants me to do that?”

“Trust me he does,” Ashley smiled.

“What if Sophia or mom comes in?”

“Mom won’t be here till after lunch. That’s hours away, and Sophia… hmm, yeah I’ll go lock the door. Hey why didn’t it work before, how did you come in?”

“You have to push the bolt in the door on the left to the floor, otherwise they can still pop open,” Caitlyn said.

“Ok, I’ll go lock them now. Just wait here.”

Ashley went back to the entrance, quickly locked the double doors as instructed and when she came back, her sister Caitlyn was staring between Marlon’s legs.

“So you ready?” Ashley asked.

“It’s illegal though isn’t it?” Caitlyn said with doubt, turning away. “He’s our stepbrother. That’s incest.”

“He’s not blood related. It’s not incest,” Ashley countered.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Caitlyn conceded. She looked down at him again. “When we’re doing it what if I bleed?”

Ashley looked to the far wall. There was a shelf with a stack of dark blue towels next to an exercise station. She grabbed one and set it on the bed next to Marlon.

“Ok… now what?” Caitlyn asked.

“Don’t be scared, just get up between his legs and start. Just go slow.”

“Um, are you gonna watch?”

“I can go around the corner and make sure Sophia doesn’t come downstairs.”

“No.. umm maybe… maybe you can stay here and tell me what to do?”

“Ok sure. Get on the bed then and I’ll give you some pointers.”

Caitlyn slowly got up between his legs and knelt forward.

“How should I just start?” she asked.

“Spread his legs a bit more so you can get closer,” Ashley said, grabbing one leg and helping push them apart.

“Ok what next?”

“Grab his cock with your hand,” Ashley said. Caitlyn took his brown penis in her hand, but was touching it gingerly. “No like this,” Ashley said. She took her hand and made sure Caitlyn was holding Marlon tightly.

“Uh, are all college guys this big?” Caitlyn asked.

“Not all. Marlon’s on the bigger side.”

“Won’t it be difficult then?”

“More challenging, but anything worth doing is right?”

“I guess so. Ok, now I suck it?”

“Start by licking it.”

Caitlyn put the tip of her tongue on his cock, running it along his penis delicately.

“Here let me show you,” Ashley said. She bent at the waist, and put her hand over Caitlyn’s and moved his cock to her own mouth. Ashley licked around gaziantep escort ilanları the head, across the surface like she was licking up ice cream. “Like that,” she said. She shifted Marlon’s meat back towards her sister.

“Ok.” She imitated Ashley, doing a decent job for a beginner.

“Yeah imagine you’re licking a tasty lollipop.”

Caitlyn continued, licking around the dark slightly purplish tip.

“Good, that’s better,” Ashley said. “Now lick his balls,” she said.

“What?”

“Let me show you.”

Caitlyn leaned back so her sister could move in. Ashley licked across his large balls and then sucked them loudly.

“Ew your being kinda messy,” Caitlyn said.

“Guys like it that way,” Ashley said.

“Really?”

“Most do. And also pull his cock while you suck his balls. Watch.”

Ashley began to jack him off and sucked his large testicles. She was sure to give each equal amount of attention. Then she stuffed the soft flesh of his dick into her mouth. When she started to choke, she withdrew.

“He’s getting hard.”

“I don’t think I can fit that much in my mouth.”

“It just takes practice.”

“I can’t believe he’s still sleeping,” Caitlyn said.

“He drank a whole bottle of wine,” Ashley said nodding to the floor.

“Oh my! He’s getting so big. And you’ve had that inside you?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “He’s definitely ready.” She continued to stroke him. “How about you?”

“I-I’m scared Ash. I’ve never done it before and it’s really big.”

“It is, but trust me, once you get used to it, it’s amazing. Some of the best orgasms I’ve had are with Marlon. I think because of how thick and curved it is”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. Have you had one before?”

“Umm, only by myself,” she said, her face red.

Ashley smiled. “Girl you finger yourself?”

“I-I,” Caitlyn stuttered in embarrassment.

“Just kidding, I do too. Nothing to be ashamed about. Sometimes I’m horny and there isn’t any dick around,” she conceded.

“Ok,” Caitlyn nodded with a sheepish grin.

“So you want me to show you how to fuck him?”

“Uh, ok. Now?”

“Uh sure,” she laughed. Ashley pulled her shorts down, revealing her shaved clean pussy. “Now to fit this black fucker in…” she said. She put her pink lips back and forth over his hard dick while stroking with one hand at the base. When she pulled her mouth back his dark brown meat was glistening with her saliva. “That should be enough. Gotta get it nice and wet so it slips in easier,” she explained.

Caitlyn nodded. Ashley squatted over his dick, pressing his large tip to her shaved pink slit.

“Oooo,” she moaned as her pussy struggled against his cock. Then she felt it push deeper. “Oh yeah,” she said.

“Woah.”

“See easy,” Ashley replied, her brow furrowing.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, it’s just been a week since I’ve fucked him,” she said. “You gotta go slow at first. Let your pussy stretch.”

“Ok,” Caitlyn nodded. She looked nervous, knowing that she would be next.

“Oh fuck, that’s good.”

“What?”

“I’m pushing him deeper,” she said. She leaned forward against Marlon, her head at his neck and pushed up and down his cock with her legs. Her pussy felt hot and tingly. “You see what I’m doing?”

“Yeah,” Caitlyn said. “But I’m not sure if I can do that.”

“It’s easy,” she moaned. “Just need to go slow.”

Her neck and face felt flush as she started to feel really good. She knew she only had to put her hand down between her legs and rub a little and she’d be off to the races. But she didn’t want to get carried away yet.

“You’re turning red, is it making you hot?” Caitlyn asked.

“Yeah, that happens sometimes when it feels good.”

Ashley noticed that Marlon was moving his head, a sign he was beginning to wake up. She continued to ride him, enjoying the full feeling his rock-hard cock gave her. It was nearly five minutes or so, riding up and down.

“You want to go slowly at first. Too fast and it might hurt.”

“Ok.”

“Oh god, I’m almost there,” she said.

“There?”

“Yeah I-” Ashley looked down and Marlon opened up his eyes. “Good morning sunshine.”

“W-what time is it?” Marlon asked.

“Eight or so. What’s wrong?” she asked when she noticed him wince.

“Fuckin’ hangover,” he said. “Shouldn’t have drank so much.”

“Look who I brought,” she said, tilting her head.

“I don’t see anyone,” Marlon said.

“Come here Caity,” Ashley said looking back. Caitlyn sheepishly stood up and came to the side.

“Oh shit Caity?” he said with surprise. His pelvic thrusts slowed.

“Yeah she’s having some boy trouble and I said you could help her out.” Ashley pulled up high until Marlon’s cock came free from between her legs.

“How am I supposed to help?” he said.

“She needs to lose her v-card.”

“You serious?” He looked at Caitlyn, who was looking down at the floor and blushing.

“Yeah,” Ashley said. “But right now let’s just show her how it’s done. She’s really nervous.”

He smiled.

“Why doesn’t she just ask her boyfriend gaziantep escort bayan ilanları to break her cherry?”

“It’s a long story,” Ashley said.

“Right…”

Noticing Marlon’s uninterested responses, she turned to her sister. “Cover your ears.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

Caitlyn did as she was told.

“She’s a virgin, I thought all guys were into that?” She whispered.

“Not really,” he said in a low tone. “Why are we whispering? This is stupid. I don’t need Caity in love with me after I fuck her. She seems like the type.”

“I explained to her it’s not about love. It’s just sex. She wants to get it over with.”

Her stepbrother was silent.

“Marlon, her boyfriend dumped her because she was too scared to have sex with him.”

“And she’s not scared anymore?”

“Not really.”

“And she really just wants to get it over with?” he said dubiously.

“Yeah, being a virgin sucks.”

“Right, but having sex with a virgin, what’s that do for me?.”

“You know, being a good big brother.”

“That’s not how that works,” Marlon chuckled.

“I know it’s kinda weird, but fuck we’re already in a weird situation you and me.”

“Whatever it’s your family.”

“It’s your family too. But come on, I wanna help her out.”

“You really think this is going to help her?”

“She needs to get over her asshole boyfriend. She says she has, but I’m not sure. I think this might do it.”

“Probably just create another problem.”

“I don’t think so. I’ll handle it.”

“You can handle it?”

“Yeah she’s my sister, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get infatuated or whatever.”

“Not sure that’s something you can control but…”

“Please, will you do it?”

“Let me think.” Only a few seconds passed. He grinned. “Alright.”

“Ok what changed your-“

“But under one condition.”

“What do you want?” Ashley said.

“I want this ass,” Marlon smiled, grabbing her rear.

“You know I’ve never done that before” Ashley said seriously, putting her hands over his and pushing them down. “That’s the one thing I’m saving for marriage.” She looked back to Caitlyn who was looking down.

“I still find that funny,” Marlon smiled.

“Why?”

“You’re not a prude, why would that be the one thing you won’t do?”

“I don’t know, I like having one thing I haven’t done yet.”

Marlon shrugged.

“So you won’t do it unless…”

“Nope.”

“Isn’t there anything else?” she asked.

“Not that I can think of.”

“Maybe I could…” her mind went blank. She couldn’t think of anything else he might want. “Ok fine,” she said angrily. “But you have to promise to be gentle with her. No rough stuff.”

“Ok.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah I’ll go slow.”

“Alright, then… I’ll let you fuck my ass.”

“Finally get to bust you open,” he smiled.

“First Caity,” she said, seriously, “then you can fuck my ass. I don’t want you to scare her.”

“Sure.”

Ashley reached out and grabbed her sister’s hands, pulling them down from her ears.

“Ok we’re ready,” she said. “You ok?”

“Yeah,” she replied softly.

“Ok Caity, I’ll fuck you if you want,” Marlon said.

“Ok… umm… thank you,” she replied, her voice wavering.

“Calm down girl, I’ll go nice and slow no need to worry.”

She nodded, looking at him briefly and then back down.

“You should do missionary position,” Ashley said.

“Missionary?” Caitlyn asked.

“You just need to lie down on your back,” her sister replied. “And spread your legs. It’s easy.”

“Don’t worry about moving around, I’ll help you out there,” Marlon said.

“Ok,” Caitlyn said.

“Hey where’s your mom?” Marlon said.

“Don’t worry she’ll be at a shoot for hours,” Ashley said.

“Ok let’s get to it then.” Marlon said.

Cailtyn looked scared, her eyes darting to Marlon and then back to her sister.

“Hold on,” Ashley said. After pushing onto the edge of the bed she stood up next to Caitlyn.

“Are you ok?” she whispered.

“Ummm…”

“You nervous?”

“Yeah. I don’t think I can…”

“He’ll go slow, he promised,” Ashley said.

“What if he doesn’t…” She paused. “What if he doesn’t like me?” she whispered quietly.

“Oh Caity, don’t worry about that. He’ll like you fine.”

“And how will I know what to do, to make him feel good?”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that.”

“And for me?”

“There’s nothing that can be helped there. Everyone’s first time is pretty bad,” Ashley said.

“It is?” Caitlyn replied. “So why do it then?”

“It gets better. The first time doesn’t have to be all bad. But most virgin guys don’t know how to get a girl excited. ” She turned to Marlon. “Hey you be sure to get her good and wet before you start ok?”

“Sure, but I can’t guarantee it will be painless.”

“Hmmm. I have an idea. Caity, close your eyes and cover your ears again.”

“What?”

“Please.”

“Ok,” Caitlyn said, doing as her older sister instructed.

Ashley went escort bayan gaziantep ilanları to Marlon and whispered. “Hey she looks really scared. I’m thinking we need to get her relaxed. I think if we make the bed look all romantic and stuff, she’ll calm down a little.”

“Really? Why not a little wine?”

“No she hates alcohol.”

“Fine,” Marlon replied. “Ok, so what do you have in mind?”

Ashley looked up for a second, as if looking at the ceiling helped her think. “I know, why don’t you get a couple of candles from the dining room upstairs. You can set them around the bed.”

Marlon’s eyebrow cocked up dubiously.

“If you have a better idea I’m all ears,” Ashley said.

“Wait here,” he said with a smirk.

He quickly grabbed his jeans from the foot of the bed and pulled them on, buttoning and zipping them up as he walked to the double doors. He unlocked them and went through, to the upstairs.

“Ashley?” Caitlyn said.

“Just a second.”

“What are you doing?”

“Not me. Marlon’s getting something to make you more comfortable.”

When Marlon came back a minute later Ashley nodded in appreciation. He had Caitlyn’s teddy bear that she always kept on her bed, and three roses (from the arrangement upstairs on the dining room table). Marlon set the bear against one of the pillows and tore petals off of two of the flowers. Then he spread them over the bed. The last rose he held out. Ashley smiled. He was actually good at this romantic shit.

“Open your eyes Caity,” he said firmly so she could hear.

She opened her eyes and then smiled.

“Thank you,” she said, taking the flower and smelling it.

Marlon put his hands to her waist. She smiled, using the rose to cover her face as she got a bit red in the face.

“This is from upstairs?”

“Yeah.”

“Still, it’s nice,” she said. “And you got my bear Steven… I thought… Ashley… you said it’s not supposed to be special?”

“Well maybe it can be… just a little.”

She smiled at her sister in appreciation. Marlon put his hand on Caitlyn’s shoulder. He took off her glasses and gently pulled off the hair band from her ponytail. Her beautiful blonde hair fell down a bit below chest length. She smiled awkwardly as Marlon handed the frames and hair band to Ashley. Ashley could tell that her sister was very nervous, but as he kissed her on the lips and held her waist gently she seemed to melt in his arms. There were a few tender pecks, and then long and breathless passionate kisses.

“Not bad,” Marlon said, sitting back onto the edge of the bed. “Now take off your clothes”

“Umm-“

“Come on, you’ve already seen me naked,” he said.

“Ok.”

She traced her fingers across the white scalloped buttons, her fingers moving from the top down her long-sleeve pajama top. When she got to the bottom, she opened it, revealing her large breasts covered in a plain bra and a narrow waist. She got stuck trying to take off the top, catching it on her arm.

“Hold on, let me help,” Marlon said, standing up. “How long have you been hiding a body like this?” he said, removing the shirt and tossing it to the floor.

“Umm…” Her face turned bright red as she caught his stare.

“And you just turned eighteen right?” he said.

“Y-yeah.”

“You really wanna fuck her now don’t you?” Ashley asked from off to the side. She was just standing and watching.

Marlon gave her a condescending look.

“Take off the pants,” he said to Caitlyn as he stood tall in front of her.

She followed his instructions, pushing her pj pants down her legs, revealing white panties that matched her bra. As she stood up she timidly shifted her hands from her waist to her sides. She was short, about 5 foot 2, with wide hips, a narrow waist and full breasts.

“Turn around,” Marlon said. Caitlyn did as he asked and then looked back at him. Her ass looked shapely in the tight full-coverage panties.

Marlon closer, wrapping his arms around her body, beneath her breasts, hugging her gently. He turned her around and slowly pressed his lips against hers in a tender kiss. He kissed her again a bit more passionately, his hands went to her waist and then picked her up easily. She gave a small cry of surprise. He gently set her on the silky white sheets covered in pink petals. She reached her hand back brushing her fingers across her teddy bear with a grin.

He got up on the bed and pried her legs apart and walked between them on his knees.

“I didn’t know you were so sexy,” he said softly as he leaned down and kissed her. He pushed his tongue past her lips and then pulled back, as if he was restraining himself. Then he put his hands to her waist and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties.

“You don’t need these anymore,” he said, pulling them off and revealing a trim tuft of brownish-blonde pubic hair.

He handed the underwear to Ashley with a smirk and she sighed with annoyance. He seemed to be putting on a show for both of them.

Ashley’s face was red, her legs spread before her stepbrother. Her tight underwear had made slight indents against her flesh, a line across her waist and across her hips. Marlon unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off, tossing them to the floor. His large dick was half hard and starting to rise.

“Damn it’s been a long time since I’ve had a virgin,” he said. He stroked his brown cock a few times, and it quickly grew to an impressive size. It stuck out, curving up a bit towards his torso. He grabbed Caitlyn’s legs and tilted his hips back. His cock looked poised for penetration.

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This is a story about a girl meeting her new Daddy. It involves the ideas of breeding, milk, and virginity.

I may continue the story and have many ideas but I would prefer to find out if you like it. Constructive criticism accepted.

I apologize in advance for type-os.

*****

I sat by the window watching my Daddy direct the gardeners and started to recall what it was like when I met him.

One morning Papa told me I was going to meet my new Daddy.

I tried to ask what he meant and Papa wasn’t very forthcoming.

He told me to bathe and rid myself of hair below my neck.

Mama had shown me what to do so I was already quite smooth.

“Lottie,” she said, “it is a woman’s duty to be smooth all over.”

I didn’t understand what she meant but I had been keeping myself smooth since she showed me what to the day after my 18th birthday.

“Lottie, I have a new dress for you to wear today,” Papa said as he entered my room.

“Remove your robe and stand naked before me.”

I had never been naked in front of him before and hesitated.

“Charlotte, you know it is your duty to obey your parents. Do as you were told.”

I slowly slid my robe down my shoulders; still holding it at my waist.

“Charlotte!” He ordered as he began to undo his belt.

I did as I was told to avoid punishment.

“You have grown into a beautiful voluptuous woman Charlotte. I wish you could stay with me,” he stoically stated as he ran his finger from neck to just below my belly.

There must have been draft because my nipples got really hard when he did it.

Papa noticed and ran a finger around each. To my surprise it made them more hard and made me tingle inside.

“Charlotte, you are going to make your new Daddy so happy. Your breasts are heavy, perfect for feeding babies.”

When he lifted each of my breasts in his strong hands and squeezed, it felt like a fire started in me.

Papa told me as he walked behind me, “You have a thick firm bottom your Daddy will love to punish.”

Papa whispered in my ear as he ran his finger down the cleft in my bottom, “Does this feel good Charlotte? Me touching you?”

I didn’t know what to say and stood motionless.

Papa didn’t wait for an answer and walked to my bed and opened the box he had laid there.

He approached me with a sheer cotton shift. I noticed it was a nearly see through robe, for the most part, cream in color.

After he slid it around my shoulders and tied it loosely above my breasts he pinched my nipples.

Papa moaned and I inhaled deeply. I felt my girl parts start to dampen and I realized I did like it.

He walked to the bed and lifted a brightly colored corset that he proceeded to lace and tie tightly just below the bow between my breasts.

“You are stunning Charlotte. I’m so jealous your Daddy will get to slide inside you.”

“I think you are ready to go. Go say goodbye to Mama.”

“Goodbye?”

“Yes Lottie. Goodbye for awhile, not forever.”

I was so scared. So confused. What was going to happen to me?

I looked in the mirror and realized I might as well be naked. My dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric and my breasts looked large being lifted by the corset. The little cleft between my legs was visible if I shifted just right.

“Do I get a wrap Papa? I feel naked.”

“You look perfect. Your Daddy will be so pleased. Come now. Say goodbye to Mama. You don’t want to be late.”

Dutifully I went to the parlor.

“You look so perfect Lottie. An exceptional breeder, to be sure.”

I had no idea what she meant and it made me nervous.

Papa grabbed my hand as Mama kissed me and led me to the carriage out front.

I settled into the plush cushions and waved as our coachman pulled away from the only home I had ever known.

The carriage came to a stop and jolted me awake. I realized I had been dreaming about being touched, like Papa had, and I felt my face flush.

The coachman helped me to the ground and I immediately noticed a well dressed man before me.

“Charlotte, what a pleasure to meet you in person. I knew you were the right choice.”

I tried to understand what he meant as a crisp wind blew across my nipples and I remembered yabancı gaziantep escort I was basically naked. Immediately they were harder then they had ever been and I tried to cover them, folding my arms in front of me.

“Remove your arms, we will get you warmed soon enough. You really are a stunning creature and I can’t wait until you are mine fully.”

Still trying to process my predicament, I began to appraise the man before me. Quite tall in stature, his salt and pepper hair made him much older looking then he was based on his face.

I felt vulnerable and weak as this attractive man clasped my hand and led me to the stately stone mansion. It was grander than anything I had ever seen, much less dreamed of seeing.

He led me to what was presumably a library of sorts. Bookshelves lined each wall except for the one with the hearth.

He escorted me to a rug by the fire and the warmth was a welcome sensation.

“Charlotte, my name is Master Heath, you will call me Daddy.”

He walked slowly around me and I felt more naked than ever.

“You will be well taken care of here and will be treated like a princess. There are staff to attend to anything you may need.”

He stood in front of me and reached for the ties on my corset. He did not pull them.

Daddy stood over me and my entire body flushed, tingling all over, more than when Papa was this close.

“You will obey me as you did your Papa or risk punishment just the same. I expect you to refer to me as Daddy wherever we are and respond yes Daddy when expected.”

He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes.

“Yes Daddy,” eked out of my mouth and my knees felt weak.

Daddy realized this and held me close to him and as he did a primal groan escaped his lips.

He turned me and led me to a sofa near the fire and sat me on his lap.

I was inexplicably feeling moist between my thighs as he smelled my hair and gently touched my face.

“My dear Charlotte. Do you know about sex? How babies are made?”

“Yes Daddy. Mama said a man will put his seed in a woman and if she’s lucky she will get a baby. It sounded like planting the garden to me so I didn’t ask anything more.”

“My, you are quite innocent aren’t you?”

Not knowing how to respond to that I said yes Daddy but more like a question than a statement.

“I simply cannot wait to show you.”

Daddy spread my bodice with his finger and ran it down between my breasts.

I realized that my nipples were hard again and I developed goosebumps although the room was quite warm.

Daddy loosened the ribbon in my hair and my long auburn locks fell past my shoulders.

“Have you kissed a man little girl?”

He tilted my head to face his as I answered.

“No Daddy. Just my Papa.”

Daddy responded by barely brushing his lips across mine.

It startled me and I pulled back into Daddy’s arm.

“Are you afraid of me Charlotte?”

“Yes Daddy, a little. I’m scared.”

“There is no need to be Charlotte. I promised to treat you well and soon I will make you feel very, very, good.”

He lowered his head and held my chin in his hand as he kissed my lips.

I began to tingle all over and when he kissed me again, running his tongue across my lips, briefly parting them, I felt a fire build in me.

Daddy kissed me harder, exploring my mouth with his tongue, and I realized I was kissing him back.

I felt better than I ever had before and the dampness grew between my thighs.

“Your Daddy wants to slide his big cock inside you now but I promised myself I’d take my time. Daddy wants you to want my cock in you.”

There was no time for me to process as Daddy lifted me and carried me to a room with a massive four poster bed.

Standing me at the side of the bed closest to us, my calves against the satin cover.

“Charlotte, my dear sweet baby girl. The daughter I have always wanted. I’m going to make you mine. To make you want to beg for my cock, maybe not now, but you will. You are going to be a good girl and not disappoint me are you?”

“No Daddy. I’ll be good. I’m scared Daddy.”

“Don’t be. I’m going to make you a big girl.”

He stepped back and gaziantep yabancı escort slowly parted the bodice of my dress, just far enough to expose my nipples. Again, I wasn’t cold, but they were almost painfully hard. Daddy noticed.

“I can’t wait to suck these. To watch you feed our babies. To see you drip milk.”

“My cock is so hard for you already,” he said softly as he pinched my nipples, fueling the fire inside me.

“Let’s get you out of these constricting garments.”

I stood motionless while my new Daddy released me from my corset. Every motion he made was slow and deliberate and it made my wetness increase.

Gently he parted my gown and slid it off my shoulders. He ran his fingers gently over my body, barely touching me, and I again felt weak.

Daddy once again sensed this and pulled me into him. He stood beside me and I felt a hardness against my hip.

He traced my body with a finger appraising me aloud as he did.

“This small belly is going to be so sexy when Daddy fills you.”

“And this, this is going to beautiful when I stick my cock…what have we here?”

My wetness was evident as he ran his finger down my cleave.

“I. I. I don’t know Daddy? Is something wrong with me?”

I became nervous thinking Daddy wouldn’t want me.

“No. No. You are perfect. You are wet because you like me touching you. Don’t you?”

“I don’t know Daddy. It feels very nice when you touch me and I am getting all tingly there.”

“Here? Your pussy. My pussy.”

With that he slid his finger in my slit again and brought my wetness to his mouth.

“You taste so sweet baby. I’m going to try and be gentle. Taste yourself,” he stated as he dipped his fingers in between my legs and slid them in mouth.

“Do you taste good little girl?”

“Yes Daddy. I think so.”

“You do indeed. We’re going to work on you undress me. Help get my cock ready to put in you.”

“Unbutton my vest and then his shirt.”

“Yes Daddy.”

I was so nervous my hands were shaking but I managed to unbutton them.

“Slide them down over my shoulders now.”

I didn’t speak but stood on my toes and pulled the clothes down as directed.

My Daddy looked strong. His shoulders were wide and his skin tanned by the sun.

“You are being such a good girl. You please me.”

His words of praise seemed to make my pussy even wetter.

“Unbuckle my belt Charlotte and undo my trousers. Kneeling is one way to do this. Why don’t you try?”

“Yes Daddy.”

I lowered to my knees as I was told and my face was nearly touching his crotch, he groaned. His cock was hard and very near my face.

Sheepishly, I undid his belt and pants and remained kneeling before him.

“Pull them down little one. First my pants and then my underclothes.”

I hadn’t thought about it until he asked me but I was entirely naked and Daddy was about to be.

I did as instructed and his hard cock nearly slapped my face as I freed it.

“Very nice Charlotte,” he proclaims while placing his large hand of my head ever so gently.

“You see how hard you made your Daddy’s cock little girl?”

Not exactly knowing if this was a good or a bad thing I assumed (incorrectly) it wasn’t good and replied I was sorry.

“Don’t be sorry. I means you are a very good girl and I can’t wait to fill you with my seed. First I want you to kiss the tip of my cock. Lick it with your tongue and make it all wet like your little pussy.”

Uncertain what to do exactly but wanting to please my Daddy I looked up at him hoping to be able to see if I was doing a good job.

I lowered my mouth to Daddy’s cock and the tip already looked wet. I licked it up and it was a little salty but almost sweet in a way.

“Lick the head of my cock. Suck it in your mouth Charlotte.”

Daddy looked like he was enjoying it and I wanted to taste more of him and I wanted to hungrily suck his head. I thought it was much too big for my little mouth.

“Daddy?”

“Yes baby.”

“I don’t think I will be able to fit much in. It looks so big.”

“It will fit, eventually, but you are going to try and take as much of my cock in your mouth aren’t we? Show me escort gaziantep yabancı how much cock you can take while Daddy imagines sliding his big cock in his daughter’s tight little virgin pussy and filling it up.”

Not wanting to disappoint my Daddy I looked him in his eyes as I sucked the head of his cock in my mouth.

It wasn’t quite as big as I thought and I sucked him in further.

“That’s very good Charlotte. Suck it in as out as much as you can.”

I continued to stare at my Daddy, sucking him in about half the length of him, I felt my wetness seep down my thighs.

“That’s so very good little girl. Let’s see how much of my cock you can take.”

Daddy pulled my head back and held it and started to plunge his cock down my throat. He watched as it made me gag and tears started to leak from my eyes.

“I’m sorry baby. I couldn’t help it. Your little mouth just looked so good around my cock.”

“It’s all right Daddy. I’ll try to do better next time.”

“You make you me so happy and I just can’t wait any longer.”

Daddy lifted me to my feet and on the bed effortlessly and laid me across it sideways, pulling my bottom to the edge and spread my legs.

“Charlotte, you have the most perfect pussy I have ever seen. I’m going to put my cock in you soon but I need to touch and suck your little pussy first.”

Daddy knelt between my legs and I felt his mouth on me.

Unconsciously I moaned, I couldn’t help it, it fel so good.

“You like it don’t you little girl?”

“Yes Daddy. Your mouth feels very nice there.”

“Does also feel nice when I do this?”

Daddy stuck his finger inside me just a little and sucked on me harder. The sensation was nothing I could possibly describe.

“You taste so good Charlotte. You like me sucking on your little clit don’t you. Was it like lightning hit there?”

“Oh yes Daddy. I was trying to think of how to describe it.”

“I’m glad you like it. You are making me so happy. You are very wet baby. Ready to take your Daddy’s cock deep inside.”

“I don’t think it will fit Daddy. It’s very big. You had your finger in me and I felt full.”

“You are very tiny, very tight but my cock will fit perfectly. I’ll go slowly.”

“Yes Daddy. I think I’m ready. It will hurt?”

“Yes, some, this first time. Just for a bit though.”

Daddy lined his cock at my entrance and held it there with his hand. He leaned into me and entered me slightly as he hungrily started to suck my breast.

“I love your exceptional tits Charlotte. I’m really going to enjoy them.”

Daddy pushed his cock further in and I could feel it stretching me. He would wait and let me adjust before sliding in just a bit further.

He was playing with my titties the whole time, sucking on them, pinching them and something inside me started to build.

“That’s it Charlotte. Let it happen.”

I didn’t know what he meant but it felt so good with his mouth on me I started to buck my hips a little, all the while the feeling continued to build.

“I just knew these titties were going to love being played with. Look at you grinding in to me.”

I couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying because I suddenly felt like I was going to burst and as every muscle in me started to tense my Daddy shoved his cock all the way in.

It hurt but I couldn’t stop my pussy from spasming.

Daddy rested on top of me, his cock still in me and his fingers on my nipple.

“Did it hurt a lot baby? Me forcing my cock in you.”

“It did hurt Daddy, like you were ripping me, but also good at the same time.”

“That’s because my little girl came on her Daddy’s cock,” he whispered in my ear. Slowly he slid in and just as slowly out.

He was still laying on my chest when it started to feel really good again and the feeling started to build in me once more.

Instinctively, I bucked my hips into him as he began to pump inside me harder.

Daddy was stretching me but also making me more aware of what was escalating in me.

“Your Daddy is going to fuck you now. Fill you with my cum.”

The second he started to plow his big cock into me I came again. It was like waves crashing over me and my body tensed.

“Here it comes baby. I’m going to fill your sweet pussy now.”

He thrust his cock inside me, stopping when he was as deep as could possibly be. Daddy shot his hot cum in me, spurt after spurt he filled me, it felt so warm my pussy started to spasm again. He thrust into me a few more times and when my pussy stopped clenching his cock, Daddy laid on my chest again, leaving his cock inside me.

“Welcome home baby girl.”

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Je n’approchais plus Morgane de l’après-midi. Lorsque cela arrivait fortuitement, comme pour n’importe quelles personnes qui partagent un même endroit, je la sentais nerveuse et, parallèlement, un frisson de plaisir m’envahissait. Mais je ne la touchais même plus. Non seulement parce que se précipiter était le meilleur moyen de se faire attraper, mais aussi pour qu’elle se repose un peu, en vue de ce que je préparai. Et surtout, il fallait que je me repose aussi après la succession de jouissances de ce matin.

Je n’abandonnais pas mes plans pour autant. À la vue de la réaction paternelle, je me doutais que Morgane ne pourrait se confier à Michel sur ce qui était arrivé. En début d’après-midi, je su que Clotilde était du même tonneau lorsqu’elle passa un bon quart d’heure à enguirlander sa fille parce quelle avait laissé trainer des affaires par terre dans sa chambre, en l’occurrence le tee shirt et la petite culotte qu’elle portait lorsque je l’ai violée. Je voyais mal Morgane réussir à leur parler d’un sujet aussi honteux que son dépucelage forcé par leur propre invité et ami. Michel et Clotilde facilitait sans le savoir mes possibilités d’abuser de leur fille.

C’est donc avec une certaine tranquillité que je m’apprêtais à sortir. J’avais consulté le net sur mon ordinateur, dans ma chambre, pour trouver un sex shop dans les environs. Comme je devais également faire le plein de la voiture après le long trajet d’hier, mon excuse de sortie était toute trouvée. Je fis tout cela le plus rapidement possible, ayant tout de même une petite appréhension. Après tout, on ne sait jamais. Sur la fin de ma petite balade, je craignais même de trouver un fourgon de police devant la villa. Mais le sourire jovial de Michel me rassura aussitôt. Je montais mes achats, cachés dans le sac à dos que j’avais emporté, dans ma chambre et je redescendis pour plonger dans la piscine.

Là, je fis plus ample connaissance avec Loïc qui trouvait enfin quelqu’un pour chahuter avec lui dans l’eau. Jusqu’à la soirée, on aurait facilement pu croire que j’étais un oncle ou un cousin attentionné. Pendant un certain temps, Morgane ne sut pas quoi faire. Elle ne voulait apparemment pas sortir mais y fut contraint par sa mère, non sans une nouvelle montagne de reproches, qui refusait qu’elle reste à l’intérieur avec un si beau soleil. L’adolescente finit par remettre son bikini pour bronzer, comme si de rien n’était.

Au moment où je sortais de l’eau, elle annonça soudainement qu’elle allait prendre une douche. Elle me fuyait. Je lui laissais un peu d’avance en me séchant rapidement avant de déclarer que j’allais me changer dans ma chambre. En fait, je montais les escaliers quatre à quatre, avec le moins de bruit possible pour la rejoindre dans la salle de bain avant qu’elle ne ferme la porte. Elle faillit réussir à la refermer avant que je n’arrive mais je la bloquais et entrais.

_ On dirait que tu ne veux pas me voir, petite salope. Après tous les efforts que j’ai fait pour toi cet après-midi, ce n’est pas très gentil.

J’avais juste l’intention de lui rappeler qui est le maître et je ne comptais pas rester longtemps, aussi je préférais laisser la porte ouverte pour entendre quelqu’un venir le cas échéant.

Morgane avait reculé à mon entrée et se tenait dos au mur, apeurée. Je m’approchais d’elle et soulevais vivement le haut de son maillot de bain pour libérer ses mignons petits seins. Je me mis à les caresser avec rudesse. Mon bassin se frottait lentement au sien. Je posais mes lèvres sur les siennes et tentait d’introduire ma langue. Mais elle refusa.

_ Tu as du mal à comprendre ma pauvre fille. Ouvre-moi cette bouche, sinon…

En guise de menace, je pinçais durement ses tétons et elle poussa un gémissement de douleur. Lorsque je fis une nouvelle tentative, ses lèvres s’ouvrirent et sa langue répondit même à la mienne, bien qu’on sentait peu de passion dans cet échange. Avec le frottement de mon bas ventre sur le sien, mon envie s’éveilla à nouveau. À travers nos maillot, je la caressais doucement avec ma trique sans provoquer la moindre réaction de défense. J’aurais pu la prendre là, debout contre le mur si je l’avais voulu. Mais le moment n’était pas encore venu. Puisqu’elle avait retenu la leçon pour l’instant, je la libérais de mon étreinte et partis en direction de ma chambre comme si de rien n’était.

Le reste de la soirée ressembla assez à celle de la veille, conviviale et tranquille. Morgane ne disait pas grand chose mais elle était de toute façon d’une nature plutôt effacée en temps normal. Aussi, cela ne choqua personne. Elle alla se coucher tôt, prétextant être fatiguée. Comme si de rien n’était, je restais avec Michel, Clotilde et Loïc jusqu’à ce que nous décidions ensemble d’aller dormir.

Mais je n’étais pas fatigué. Je m’étais préparé en buvant discrètement des boissons énergisantes dans ma chambre et ceci sans compter avoir bu plusieurs cafés avec Michel et Clotilde dans la soirée. Il ne me restait plus qu’à attendre le moment opportun et je commençais manken gaziantep escort à préparer le matériel que j’avais prévu.

Au bout de trois heures à passer le temps sur le net, je décidais de passer à l’action. Je pris mon sac et descendait discrètement jusqu’à la chambre de Morgane. Dans le couloir, je marchais au ralenti. J’entendis des ronflements dans la chambre de Michel et Clotilde, ce qui me rassura un peu. Mais je devais rester vigilant. J’appuyais doucement sur la poignée de la porte de la chambre. Toutes les pièces avaient des portes avec des serrures mais je n’ai vu de clefs sur aucune d’elles, je n’ai donc pas eu la présence d’esprit d’ordonner à Morgane de laisser la porte ouverte, d’ailleurs cela lui aurait peut être donné l’idée de la fermer. Je craignais toutefois qu’elle ait pu avoir l’idée toute seule de dénicher la clef et d’assurer sa tranquillité. Mais ce ne fut pas le cas. La porte s’ouvrit.

Je me glissais à l’intérieur en silence et refermait doucement la porte. La chambre était totalement dans le noir. Heureusement j’avais prévu une lampe de poche dont je dirigeais le rayon vers le sol pour que la luminosité n’éveille pas Morgane. Je me déplaçais lentement, avec attention, pour m’approcher du lit double où la belle dormait à poings fermés. Je posais mon sac près de la table de chevet. Je l’observais un moment. Le contour de ses yeux était rouge. Elle avait pleuré et cette marque de vulnérabilité m’excita grandement.

Sans plus attendre, je posais ma main sur sa bouche. Comme prévu, elle se réveilla en sursaut. Ses yeux paniqués fouillèrent la pénombre et me trouvèrent. Maintenant, elle savait à quoi s’attendre. Je me suis penché vers elle.

_ Enfin réveillée. Tu apprendras qu’il n’y a pas d’heure pour les chiennes. Elles obéissent à leur maître à n’importe quel moment. On va commencer doucement, le temps que tu sois complètement sortie du sommeil. Ce serait dommage que tu ne profites pas de tout. Lève-toi et désape-toi!

Sachant qu’elle n’avait pas plus envie que moi de voir ses parents débarquer dans cette situation, je retirais ma main. À contre coeur, elle sortit de sous ses draps pendant que j’allumais la lampe de chevet pour y voir un peu plus clair. Je m’assis tranquillement sur le bord du lit pendant qu’elle se déshabillait.

Lorsqu’elle fut nue, je l’attrapais par les hanches pour l’approcher de moi jusque entre mes jambes, ses tibias contre le matelas. J’ai aussitôt introduit deux de mes doigts dans sa fente, presque jusqu’à la paume. Elle dut se retenir, à grande peine, de crier. Je commençais à masser l’intérieur de sa vulve tandis que la pulpe de mon pouce faisait rouler son clitoris. Mon visage était à la hauteur de ses petits seins et je ne résistais pas à l’envie de suçoter l’un des tétons dans ma bouche. J’entendais clairement qu’elle retenait des gémissements. L’intérieur de son intimité devint rapidement humide.

_ Tu vois, fis-je en retirant mes doigts mouillés et en les lui montrant, tu as beau essayé de te dérober, ton corps me montre ce que tu désires vraiment. Justement, j’ai pensé à toi cet après-midi.

Je laissais Morgane le temps de prendre mon sac et de fouiller à l’intérieur pour en sortir le premier jouet qu’elle regarda d’un air plus intrigué qu’apeuré.

_ C’est un oeuf vibrant, dis-je pour répondre à la question qu’elle n’osait pas poser, avec l’intensité contrôlable à distance par cette télécommande. La portée n’est pas très grande mais pour ce soir, ça suffira amplement.

Je pris le bras de la jeune fille et la jetais en travers du lit. Je me penchais sur elle et introduisit l’oeuf dans sa chatte. Je l’y maintenait d’une main recouvrant son sexe tandis qu’avec l’autre je lui montrais la télécommande.

_ On va commencer avec la moitié de la puissance.

Je poussais le bouton de commande et Morgane, surprise par cette nouvelle sensation, poussa un petit cri sonore. Je plaquais ma main, et la télécommande, sur sa bouche. Mon coeur venait de faire un bond. Je tendis l’oreille pendant plusieurs minutes pour guetter le moindre bruit mais je n’entendis rien. Apparemment, tous les autres dormaient profondément.

J’avais longtemps réfléchit au moyen d’opérer pour cette nuit. Il aurait été beaucoup moins dangereux que j’emmène Morgane jusqu’à ma chambre, plus loin des autres et la seule dont la porte ferme à clef, une attention de Michel et Clotilde pour préserver mon intimité. Là, elle aurait même pu crier toute la nuit sans que cela ne s’entende. Mais il fallait que ça se passe ici. Il fallait qu’elle comprenne que sa chambre n’était plus son endroit personnel et réservé. À partir du moment où elle m’appartenait, plus rien n’était à elle et elle ne pouvait se réfugier nul part. C’était risqué, mais si tout se passait bien, elle aurait franchit une étape importante dans sa soumission.

Je retirais la main de sa bouche. Maintenant que l’effet de surprise était passé, elle se contentait de respirer fortement. gaziantep manken escort J’introduisis à nouveau deux doigts en elle entre lesquels j’attrapais l’oeuf. Je me mis à la masturber doucement tandis que mon pouce se remit à jouer avec son bouton d’amour.

Morgane commençait à répondre, malgré elle, à tous ces stimuli. Son corps se cambrait un peu au rythme de mes vas et viens et elle commençait à haleter vraiment. Moi, tout en la masturbant, j’avais posé la télécommande sur le côté et je caressais sa petite poitrine, la regardant prendre du plaisir. Je me penchais sur elle pour l’embrasser et ma langue s’introduisit sans rencontrer de résistance. Elle y répondit même, bien que trop mécaniquement.

Jouer avec le corps de Morgane m’amusait beaucoup mais je commençais à me sentir à l’étroit dans mon pantalon et il était tout à fait temps de passer à la phase suivante. D’un coup soudain, je retirais mes doigts et l’oeuf vibrant du sexe trempé. La jeune fille en poussa un gémissement de dépit en me regardant d’un air interrogateur et suppliant.

_ J’ai comme l’impression que ça te plaît ce petit jouet. Tu en veux encore?

Morgane savait que j’essayais de la manipuler. Elle jeta un coup d’oeil sur l’oeuf, brillant de ses sécrétions intimes, hésitant entre le plaisir qu’elle venait de ressentir et le fait de devoir se soumettre pour l’obtenir.

_ Alors? Tu es une petite chienne qui veut jouir avec l’oeuf ou pas?

Je posais le sex toy contre son clitoris et elle gémit à nouveau. Je le retirais encore avec un sourire narquois.

_ Réponds, on ne va pas y passer la nuit.

_ Oui…, souffla-t-elle, … d’accord…

_ Je n’ai pas bien entendu. Tu devrais dire toute la phrase pour que je sois sûr de ton choix.

Elle hésita encore un peu, se demandant probablement jusqu’à qu’elle point elle pouvait aller sans trop s’engager. Elle ignorait qu’elle avait déjà passer le point de non retour en acceptant, même à demi-mots.

_ Je suis une petite chienne qui veut jouir avec l’oeuf.

Je posais le vibrateur sur son pubis et je le fis lentement diminuer d’intensité. Morgane m’observa pour savoir ce qui n’allait pas. Elle comprit rapidement.

_ Je suis une petite chienne qui veut jouir avec l’oeuf, Maître.

_ Voilà qui est mieux.

Je me redressais en position assise sur le bord du lit et arrêtais complètement le sex toy.

_ Tu vas me sucer et si tu le fais correctement, je te laisserais jouer avec l’oeuf. Tu n’as pas le droit de te caresser en attendant.

Morgane fut inquiète, ne sachant pas si je l’attirais vers un nouveau piège ou non. Elle savait qu’elle n’était pas très douée en fellation et craignait de ne jamais obtenir sa récompense. Néanmoins, résolue, elle s’agenouilla sur le sol face à moi et ouvrit mon pantalon avec des gestes fébriles et incertains. Une fois ma verge à l’air elle commença par lécher timidement le contour du gland puis, se rendant compte que ce n’est pas comme ça qu’elle gagnerait quoi que ce soit, elle l’introduisit dans sa bouche.

Sa pratique était toujours hésitante. Elle mit quelques secondes avant de se souvenir de ce que je lui avais dit ce matin et de commencer à sucer un peu plus correctement. Je la laissais faire un peu puis je passais à la suite de mon plan.

_ C’est pas trop mal. Je t’autorise à te caresser avec une main. Avec l’autre, tu vas me branler tout en continuant à sucer.

Je devais veiller à ce que son excitation ne retombe pas pendant ce qui s’annonçait comme une pipe laborieuse, ce serait obligatoire pour la suite. Puisqu’elle ne l’avait jamais fait, je dû guider sa main sur ma verge pour coordonner les efforts de celle-ci avec sa bouche. Son autre main, en revanche, n’eut besoin d’aucune aide. Lorsque je sentis qu’elle n’avait plus besoin d’aide, je la laissais faire.

Face à moi se trouvait une commode avec un miroir et je pouvais y voir à loisirs la caresse que se procurait Morgane. Elle se contentait de masser son bouton d’amour, ne se pénétrant pas ou très peu, avec le bout d’un doigt pour caresser son clitoris de l’intérieur. Elle était encore timide, mais cela changerait bientôt.

Je jouais avec l’oeuf entre mes doigts, juste sous le regard envieux de Morgane qui fixait l’objet sans plus se soucier du reste. Je décidais de mettre fin à son supplice.

_ Bon, c’est pas trop mal, petite pute. Tu peux t’amuser avec l’oeuf, toujours en continuant de me sucer. Je vais garder la télécommande

Les yeux de l’adolescente s’agrandirent de contentement. Elle se retenait à grande peine de sourire, essayant vainement de ne pas me faire voir que j’avais encore augmenté mon emprise sur elle. Elle s’empara du sex toy et fut dépitée de voir qu’il ne fonctionnait pas.

_ Tu oublies tes manières, salope. Je te donne un jouet et tu le prends sans rien me dire.

_ Pardon… merci, maître.

_ Un peu tard. Pour la peine je ne te donne que la moitié de la puissance. Tu as gaziantep manken escort bayan intérêt à t’appliquer sur ma bite si tu veux que je l’augmente.

Morgane baissa les yeux et reprit son ersatz de fellation tout en plaquant l’oeuf sur son clitoris. Dans le miroir, je la vis pratiquer des caresses plutôt expertes qui en disaient long sur son expérience dans l’art de se donner du plaisir. Cela allait me faciliter la tâche, elle associerait plus facilement le plaisir à la soumission, sans s’en rendre compte.

Et je profitais finalement de son savoir faire car, sans y faire attention, plus le plaisir montait en elle plus elle s’activait en conséquence sur ma queue. Ce qui avait commencé comme une pipe timide devint épique lorsqu’elle commença à se pénétrer avec le sex toy. Pour la peine, je poussais la puissance au maximum et je pouvais entendre ses gémissements étouffés par mon pieu. Au bout d’un moment, je sentais que ma jouissance montait finalement peu à peu. Il était temps d’entrer dans la phase finale.

D’un coup brusque, j’arrêtais l’oeuf. Morgane, emportée dans son élan, ne s’en rendit pas compte tout de suite. Elle me jeta un regard surprit, persuadée d’avoir mérité d’aller jusqu’au bout de son plaisir.

_ Frustrée ma salope? Pourtant je t’autorise à jouir. Seulement tu devras le faire avec ce que tu as devant les yeux et rien d’autre.

La jeune fille regardait mon engin avec une certaine crainte, partagée entre son excitation démesurée et son habituelle envie d’essayer de me résister. Je me penchais sur elle pour prendre son poignet et lui retirer l’oeuf qu’elle refusait encore de sortir de sa chatte. Puis je fouillais encore dans le sac à la recherche d’un autre instrument. Morgane me regardait avec une certaine appréhension sortir un bâillon-boule.

_ Avec ça, tu pourras te laisser aller à crier de tout ton saoul sans avoir peur d’être entendue.

L’objet était un tel symbole de soumission que la jeune fille recula franchement lorsque je l’approchais de son visage. Je fis semblant d’être lassé en soupirant.

_ Ecoute, je ne te le dirai qu’une fois. Je te ferai crier cette nuit. Alors ou tu mets le bâillon sans résistance comme une bonne petite fille, ou je te le mets de force. Est-ce qu’il est besoin de préciser que tu n’apprécieras pas du tout la deuxième solution.

J’attrape sa tête par l’arrière d’une main et enfourne la balle dans sa bouche de l’autre. Elle émet un faible gémissement de protestation mais se laisse faire, sachant pertinemment que j’aurai gain de cause tôt ou tard. Je me dépêche de serrer la lanière puis je la prend par la taille, la soulève et la pose face à moi sur mes cuisses. Tout en lui caressant les fesses, je la rapproche de moi jusqu’à ce que nos ventres aient enfermés mon membre entre nos chairs.

Doucement, je lèche la partie de la balle qui sort de ses lèvres, puis je remonte le long de la lanière jusqu’à son oreille que je mordille un peu avant de lui susurrer :

_ Maintenant prends ton plaisir. Fais-le toute seule comme une grande. Et ne me fais pas croire que tu n’en as pas envie après ce que j’ai vu. Allez!

Ma dernière injonction rappela à Morgane que, si je la laissais faire à son envie, je gardais néanmoins un certain contrôle sur ce qui se passait. Et que désobéir serait une faute impardonnable. Elle s’agrippa donc à mes épaules et souleva ses hanches tandis que je malaxais ses petits seins. Elle hésita un instant lorsque mon gland se frotta à l’entrée de sa chatte, mais un léger pincement de ses tétons la rappela à l’ordre et elle saisit mon chibre pour le positionner correctement avant de se laisser descendre doucement.

Morgane ne fit glisser que la moitié de mon pieu dans son ventre étroit avant de commencer à lentement monter et descendre dessus, se refusant à aller plus bas, tant par fierté personnelle que parce que son sexe n’en supportait pas encore d’avantage sans ressentir de douleur.

Tandis qu’elle poussait des gémissements étouffés par le bâillon, je me laisse aller en arrière pour profiter pleinement du spectacle de ce corps de nymphette remuant sur ma queue. Peu à peu, je sentis que le plaisir de la jeune fille remontait en flèche. Elle arrivait au bout de son premier véritable orgasme. Mais j’avais encore mon mot à dire.

À un moment où elle s’abaissait sur moi, je donnais un coup de rein vers le haut et ma bite la pénétra enfin entièrement. Morgane poussa un cri de surprise et de douleur mêlées. Je la pris par les hanches.

_ Tu t’es assez amusée toute seule. Continue mais cette fois-ci, pense aussi à moi et va jusqu’au bout, compris?

L’adolescente fut confuse quelques instants. Son plaisir lui commandait de m’obéir mais ses dernières défenses l’empêchaient encore de se laisser aller à supporter la douleur jusqu’à la jouissance. Elle commença à remuer lentement des hanches en serrant les dents.

_ Plus vite!

Je lui donnais une claque sur les fesses, lui montrant que la douleur pouvait être administrée d’une autre manière. Elle se décida alors à s’activer plus rapidement, ses yeux plissés par l’effort et poussant de petits cris étouffés. Mes mains tenaient fermement sa taille et je la poussais à augmenter la cadence peu à peu jusqu’à ce qu’elle danse frénétiquement sur mon ventre. Sa peau luisait de sueur et sa tête tombait en arrière tandis qu’elle s’abandonnait totalement à un rythme des plus violents.

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WES

It seems like this week is taking a month to complete. Being the last week of school I’ve had a lot of finals to study for. Mom seems to be really tense. Not sure if it’s me or work that is the cause of her consternation. I’ve been fending Aunt Meg off, citing my time consumed with preparing for finals but in reality I don’t want to ruin things with mom until I know what she wants to do about us.

I decided that I owed Aunt Meg an explanation, after all we’ve become very intimate and she appeared to be confused and frustrated with my apparent lack of interest in her these last two days. Wednesday night I went into mom’s room as she was getting ready for bed.

I wrapped her in my arms and said, “Mom is everything okay? You seem to be upset.” My hands ran through her hair as I held her close.

She sighed and said, “I’m upset with myself for feeling the way I do about you. It’s troubling that as much as I tell myself that I’m your mother I think about how unmotherly you make me feel in moments like this. I don’t know what to do.”

I kissed the top of her head as I comforted her in my arms, “Mom please don’t be upset. It’s okay. You will see what needs to be done and everything will work out.”

She reached up and kissed me softly over and over, her hand lovingly caressing my face as I returned her kisses. She looked in my eyes and said, “Moments like this makes things very difficult for me. It would be so easy to be with you but it’s wrong.”

I cut her off with a kiss, my tongue snaking into her mouth as my hands cupped her delicious ass. She moaned but didn’t pull away. We lost ourselves in the illicit moment of our kiss. She mewed in my ear, “Wow. I love you Wes. You make me feel so desired. You’re making things so difficult for me.”

I nibbled on her neck, licked down to her shoulder and back up to her ear and whispered, “I think I’m making things easy for you. You’ll see it soon. What we have can be very special if you allow yourself to dream.”

She smiled and said, “Oh Wes.” Then smothered my mouth with hers, vigorously, passionately, and deliciously. I returned her ferocity as we held onto each other, our hands wandering, exploring, caressing.

I said, “Wow! I can get used to that.” She laughed, squeezed me tight and said, “Good night baby. Thank you.”

I said, “Good night. If you get lonely feel free to come sleep with me.”

She smiled and said, “Good night.”

I found Aunt Meg sitting in the great room watching TV. I sat next to her and asked, “Aunt Meg can we talk?” She turned the TV off and said, “This sounds serious.”

I smiled and said, “It’s important but I don’t think it’s bad.”

“Okay but can you please do me a favor and call me Meg.”

I laughed and said, “Okay Meg. I know that you and I have shared some very intimate moments since you arrived and I feel that I can trust you so I will be transparent.”

“Okay, I’ve been feeling weird these last couple of days. Is it something I did?”

“No it’s me and I know that you will be discreet with what I’m going to say.”

She nodded yes so I continued, “Meg I think I’m in love with my mom.”

She gasped and said, “Oh baby. Does Becky know?”

I said, “Yes but she is having problems dealing with all of this since she is my mom.”

Meg hugged me and said, “Oh Wes. This must be so hard for you and Becky.”

“It is for mom as I’m willing to wait until she makes a decision. That’s why I’ve been so distant lately. When mom suspected you and Casey messing around, it scared me that she could also see our intimacy and ruin any hope I have to be with her. Does that make sense?”

Meg nodded yes and said, “Oh baby. I understand. You poor thing. I’ll be on my best behavior so that she doesn’t suspect anything. Don’t push your mom. I know her. She has been by herself for so long that she is probably having a difficult time dealing with all the complicated emotions running through her mind. Eventually she will follow her heart and make the right decision.”

“Thank you Meg I appreciate the advice. I’m glad you came to stay with us. I have enjoyed the time we spent together.”

Meg hugged me and said, “Wes not only are you a handsome young stud but you are also a kind and caring gentleman. Thank you for trusting me to tell me your feelings. I love you Wes.”

“Meg is everything okay? I mean mom didn’t say much as to why you came to stay with us but you mentioned that you haven’t had much luck with men. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Like everything in my life it’s complicated. I’ve been hurt so many times by people that said they loved me but this last one was very difficult for me. I thought he was going to propose but instead he got back with his ex. That was two months ago and last week I found out they got married. Your mom insisted I come stay here until I felt comfortable. Thanks to you and Casey I’m feeling much better. I’m not there yet by any means but you guys have made me feel much better about myself.”

Thursday şahinbey escort night was very busy for me as I had two finals Friday morning. I was in my room studying when Meg knocked on the door and asked, “Can I come in for a second?”

I said, “Sure come on in Meg.”

Meg seemed excited as she said, “I have great news. Casey and I are going down to Marco Island Saturday. We are going to stay overnight so that we can hit the beach Saturday and all day Sunday.”

I must have been tired from the studying because I didn’t immediately grasped the true meaning. Meg sensed my lack of understanding so she chimed, “Hello? Anyone home upstairs? You and mom will have the house to yourself for two days. Thank you very much. Your welcome.”

My face lit up and I grabbed Meg and hugged her tight, “Thank you Meg. This is going to be great! Thank you. Thank you.”

“Your welcome Wes! I’m pretty excited to be able to spend two days with Casey. I can’t wait to hear how your weekend goes. I love you Wes.”

“I love you too Meg. Thank you.”

I had trouble falling asleep as I pondered what to do with mom this weekend. I knew that whatever I came up with I had to be careful to not push mom too much. Anything that happens will be because mom wants it to happen. I just need to be patient and make the atmosphere conducive to allow mom the opportunity to want something to happen.

After what seemed like the longest week of my life, Friday night finally had arrived. We ordered pizza and sat around the kitchen table, we talked, we ate, we relaxed. Meg let Becky know she was going to Marco Island tomorrow and would not be back until late Sunday night.

Mom seemed ambivalent not asking many questions which was fine by me but surprising to say the least. I had a game plan for the next two days and it would start tonight when I would share with mom my thoughts for the two of us this weekend.

Predictably mom excused herself around 9:00 citing a long week at work. She looked stressed but I wondered if it was work related or if maybe i might be the cause.

I said, “Meg I’m going to check in on mom to see if she is okay.”

Meg smiled and said, “Don’t push her too much. She needs the time to arrive at a decision she will be comfortable with.”

The door to mom’s room was open so I walked in to see her sitting on the bed still wearing the dress she wore to work. She smiled and said, “Close the door, I knew you would want to talk. Come here and sit next to me.”

I sat next to her and she leaned and kissed me, softly and sensuously. I returned her kisses as my hand caressed her back. She smiled and said, “I missed that this week.”

I smiled and said, “Mom I’ve missed that as well. It is so hard not to show my affections. I’m so excited for this weekend.” We hugged, her breasts pressed into my chest, her head nuzzled into my neck. I could feel her heart race as we savored the loving warmth of our embrace.

She nibbled on my neck, her hands roamed, she whispered, “I’m excited too. What do you want to do?”

I kissed her, our tongues danced as we lost our inhibitions, our taboo desires burned strong and took over. I said, “I thought I would make us a nice dinner, so we would need to go to the store at some point. I think you need to relax as you seemed stressed out this week. Maybe catch some rays by the pool, foot massage, back massage, butt massage.”

She moaned, “Oh that sounds really nice you naughty boy. What about Sunday?”

“I thought we would go to a brunch and then maybe go shopping.”

She smirked and said, “Seems like we are going to have a lot of free time on our hands. What will we do?”

I smiled, shrugged my shoulders and said, “We will figure it out.”

Mom laughed and pushed me back onto her bed and straddled me as her lips found mine. She moaned as she ground into my hard cock, quickly my hands found her ass and pulled her into me. She filled me with ferocious kisses and licks as I pulled her hard onto my cock.

She pulled off me and said, “Wes I don’t know if what we are doing is right but I’m feeling things I haven’t felt in such a long time. Thank you for being patient with me. I can’t wait for this weekend.”

She rolled off me, her face flushed with desire, her chest heaving, I said, “You are so beautiful. I can’t wait to be alone with you.”

“God help me but I can’t wait as well. Now get out of here before Meg suspects anything.”

I kissed her and left as she requested.

I came out and saw Meg staring at me with a look that I understood. I gave her the thumbs up and she beamed and silently clapped. I hugged her and said, “Meg thank you so much. You are such an amazing person.”

She hugged me and said, “Remember what I said. Don’t push her too fast. Let her set the pace. Good night Wes.”

Surprisingly I slept well. I guess finals week was more stressful than I realized. I went to get a cup of coffee and found mom and Meg talking. I escort şahinbey said, “Good morning. Is there any coffee?”

Meg said, “Here you go Wes, I just poured this when I heard you rustling about.”

Mom asked, “Are you feeling ok? You slept in today.”

“I’m fine. Just tired from finals week.”

Meg looked at me and said, “I’m heading out. Have fun this weekend.”

Mom eyed me with a smirk and said, “Have fun in Marco Island. When will you be back?”

Meg said, “Late Sunday night.”

With Meg gone I pulled mom into my arms and kissed her. I released our embrace and said, “You look amazing. We are going to have so much fun.” She was wearing a pair of tight red shorts with a cute pullover sleeveless shirt.

She smiled and asked, “What do you have planned?”

“I thought we’d pack a lunch and head to Delnor Wiggins state park. We can talk and just spend some relaxing alone time.”

“Oh that sounds wonderful. What about the rest of the day?”

“I thought we would stop and get dinner on the way home. I’ll cook. Maybe we can dress up and pretend tonight is our second date.”

Mom hugged me and whispered, “That sounds wonderful. I know exactly what I’m going to wear for our second date.”

We kissed, softly at first but escalating in intensity. She broke up our impromptu make out session and said, “Go get ready and I’ll make us some sandwiches to take with us.”

When I came back into the kitchen mom had already packed a picnic basket filled with goodies. I was wearing what I call a Florida casual look, shorts, shirt, and flip flops.

Once at the park we found a quiet little spot on a small mound overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. I laid out a blanket for us to sit on. As we ate I couldn’t help but think how nice a day this was turning out to be. We sat next to each other enjoying the view.

I asked, “Mom why haven’t you dated more often? As beautiful as you are you must have so many guys hitting on you.”

“I don’t know about beautiful but I just haven’t been very motivated to want to go through the dating process.”

I wrapped my arm over her shoulder and pulled her close to me. I asked, “Is it because of me? I mean with work and raising a son by yourself that had to be time consuming.”

She rested her head on my shoulder and said, “The reality is that I was so devastated when your dad left us I had no desire to be with a man. I was angry. It took me a long time to get over the hurt.”

“Oh mom I’m sorry. I had no idea. How did you manage? I was pretty young wasn’t I?

“Well your grandparents helped a lot. Do you remember living with them?”

“I do but wasn’t it for just a short time?”

“It was for four years. I was able to work and grandma took care of you. Your grandfather paid for everything, food, clothing, rent. It allowed me to save enough money as well excel at work. My position and salary today allows us to lead a very comfortable lifestyle and it was all because of your grandparents.”

“I had no idea but that doesn’t explain why you haven’t dated.”

“I just never found anyone that caught my eye.”

I smiled and said, “Until now.”

She looked at me and said, “Maybe.”

I was so happy she didn’t say no that I gave mom a long sensuous kiss. I grabbed her hand and said, “I don’t know about you, but this weekend is going to be hard to beat and it’s all because of you.”

My words struck a nerve as she knew her feelings for me were growing stronger.

She said, “I’m pretty sure I’m feeling the same things you are. I just think that what we are doing is wrong but I’m at a point where I can’t help myself. I feel so close to you and you make me feel so special.”

I saw the tears well up and whispered, “It’s okay mom. Everything will work out. You need to trust me. Please don’t cry.” I laid back onto the blanket pulling her down with me. She buried her head into my neck and rested in my arms. My hand lightly caressing her back, I tried to reassure her.

“Mom I know you well enough that you are probably beating yourself up for letting us get to this point. Please don’t do that. I had a big part in wanting this to happen. I’ve always been attracted to you in so many different ways but I was too scared to act on my feelings.”

I felt her heart pounding on my chest as she heard my words. She looked at me and said, “Oh baby” but before she could continue I kissed her, passionately and lovingly. She returned my kiss with fervor pressing her body into mine.

I lovingly caressed the side of her face before showering her with soft gentle kisses. We lay in each other’s arm silently savoring the comfort of our embrace in no hurry to move.

After awhile we got up and walked hand in hand through the park. Talking and laughing, this had turned into a very special Saturday afternoon. We went back to our blanket to cuddle and kiss for a little bit. Her kisses are so amazing. I can’t get enough of the softness of her lips.

We şahinbey escort bayan went home, stopping to get dinner. It was only 3:00 so mom suggested we go out by the pool.

MOM

I can’t believe the emotions running through me. My thoughts were inappropriate but I was overcome by my growing desire to be with him. I took a deep breath and went outside.

I saw him lying on the chaise. He looked so strong and masculine. Shivers went down my spine as I tried to maintain control. He saw me and said, “Wow mom you look hot! I’ve never seen that suit before.”

My legs felt weak and wobbly as I tried to regain my composure. I walked slowly to the chaise. We laid there in silence, not because I had nothing to say but rather because I was afraid about what I might say. Finally Wes got up and jumped into the pool.

I watched him glide effortlessly through the water, the powerful strokes made my heart race, wondering what his power would do to me. As if I was under his spell I got up and waded into the water. The prey awaiting its hunter.

He came up to me from behind, lowered his mouth and whispered, “Mom you look so hot. This suit is so sexy.” He pushed into me and gently licked my ear. My body shivered with heated anticipation. This is so wrong. What am I doing? I knew what was happening as I weakly mewed, “Honey what are you doing?”

He licked and nibbled on my neck, his arms circled my waist pulling me deeper into him. “Mom you look so good. You feel amazing.”

I moaned as I felt his now hardening cock press into my ass. I thought my god it’s huge. “Baby this feels wrong.”

My body betrayed my words as I felt my hips instinctively grind back into his cock. I was quickly losing my willpower and self control.

He spun me around and lowered his mouth onto mine. My eyes closed as my lips hungrily searched for his. Finding them we softly meshed our lips lovingly caressing our mouths. I felt his tongue push into my mouth. I was consumed with taboo desires and I opened my mouth to accept his soft wet tongue.

I moaned loudly and held onto his neck as I couldn’t feel my legs. Hungrily I devoured my son’s mouth, made love to his tongue with mine, pushed my pussy into his big hard cock. His hand cupped my breast and squeezed it hard eliciting a long groan from me as I continue to make love to his mouth with my tongue. He pulled away and whispered in my ear, “Mom I want you.”

I held his head as sexual sparks flew inside me. My god, what am I doing? His hands grabbed my ass and pulled me up forcing my legs to wrap around his hips.

In a delirious lust inspired by my deep rooted feelings I felt my son’s cock start to hump my pussy. I groaned, “Oh no baby. I can’t do this. I’m your mother. Put me down baby.”

Wes put me down and I said, “Wes this is going too fast. We need to slow down. Let’s have dinner and see what happens. Okay?”

He smiled cupped my face and said, “I understand mom. I told you we will do this when you are comfortable. Go on and get ready for dinner. I can’t wait to see what you are going to wear. I’ll get changed and start dinner. Take your time. We have the rest of our lives, no need to rush into things.”

My body tingled all over. I’ve been alone for such a long time I had forgotten how wonderful it feels to be loved. I went into my closet and hoped to find the dress I had in mind and hoped it would fit.

I saw my black sundress deep in the corner of my closet. I hadn’t worn this in over ten years. It was fairly short with spaghetti straps and it buttoned up the front. I tried it on and it seemed to fit.

It felt great that it fit after all these years. No need for a bra as the buttons would allow me to show as much cleavage as I wanted Wes to see. I picked a pair of 3″ open toed black sandals.

I took a long hot shower as I contemplated the journey I was about to embark on. I know what I’m about to do is wrong but I can no longer think straight. The softness of his kisses, the warmth of his embraces, they way he looks at me, it’s too much too resist.

I’ve been so lonely for so long and my son has somehow tapped into my heart, my deep rooted desires, my needs. My body quivered thinking about what might happen.

I put on my sexiest black lace panties and stepped into my sundress. I buttoned it all the way up not wanting to look too inviting. My pussy dampen thinking that my son would undo the buttons. I put my shoes on and headed into the kitchen.

I saw Wes cooking and came up to him and wrapped my arms around him. I mewed, “I’m sorry for my overreaction earlier in the pool. I’m fine now.”

He turned and saw me, his mouth gaped open, my body filled with hidden tremors as I realized how much I affected him. He pulled me into his body and groaned, “Damn you look so hot. You amaze me every time I see you.”

His lips found mine, slowly he teased my mouth, invited my tongue to come out and play as his hands roamed my body. I was in heaven as I thrust my tongue into his mouth, grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. Our lips danced as I relished the mini tremors sparking inside me. I lost myself in the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling.

I caressed his face as I nipped at his lower lip, licked down his neck and back up to his ear moaning, “Your touch is intoxicating. I want more and more.”

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Sue was raised an arrogant, snobbish little bitch that always thought she and her family were better than most people on earth. I started dating her when she was only 15 and because of her attitude, she didn’t have a lot of friends. Within 2 weeks I was fucking her every day.
The first time was in my parents attic. I fucked her on the floor and saw the blood drip out of her pussy, so I knew she was telling me the truth when she said she was a virgin. She was the most submissive girl I have ever fucked. I can’t tell you the number of times I would have her strip stark ass naked and ride that way in our car. I would drive down the interstate, slowing down when I was pulling beside a semi, just so they could get a good look at her pussy and her firm little tits. She would want to hide her face, but I refused the request telling her to look right at them while holding your pussy open. The only things she was against was letting another man fuck her or me fucking her in the ass. That was about to change with our divorce.
After several years of marriage, Sue and I decided to call it quits. We enjoyed each other, but we wanted our freedom to do as we pleased. We divorced, but she still wanted to retain a sexual relationship with me. I knew then that this was the time to turn this bitch into a common whore.
I bluntly told her that the only way I would continue fucking her would be in her ass and she was to always keep her pussy shaved. It was clear she did not want to agree to these terms, but she was so horny and wanted to keep seeing me, so she quietly agreed to my terms. I made her repeat our agreement back saying “You can fuck me in the ass anytime you want” and “I will keep my pussy shaved”. Immediately afterwards, I bent her over the side of my bed and slowly eased my cock into her tight little asshole.

She cried out a little bit, but held still while I fucked the daylights out of her ass. After a couple minutes of really pounding her ass, I could feel her relax somewhat. I remember Cumming that first time in her ass, I thought she was going to keep my cock lodged in her ass she squeezed it so tight.

After several months of fucking her in the ass, I stepped it up a notch. I made a rule that the only way she could be in my house is if she was completely naked before entering. She would go onto the back porch and take off all of her clothes and throw them into the corner before entering. We took so many pictures of her and her agreeing that I was to post them on the internet for others to see. I wanted everyone to see every inch of her body and the humiliating things I did to her or made her do. As a result of our picture taking, we have posted several pictures on the internet.

The next step was to get her fucking other men. These would be men she knew and some she would just meet. The objective was to turn her into the ultimate common whore.

I called her one night on my car speaker phone while riding with a long time buddy. This buddy had known Sue for all of our married life and always thought she acted like she was better than others. I asked Sue if she was horny and she replied she was. I asked her if she wanted me to come over and fuck her and she replied, “yes”. I asked her how she wanted to be fucked and she said “in my ass”. I could see my buddy was getting excited just listening to our conversation, and hearing Sue talk like a whore so I told her to strip while talking to me on the phone. She promptly took off all of her clothes and I asked if her blinds were open and lights on. She said that some lights were on and the front blinds were closed, but the back ones were open meaning that her neighbors behind her could potentially see her walking around her house naked. I told her to turn on all her lights and to go over and open the front blinds and stand in front of her picture window while talking to me on the phone.

Until I told her otherwise, she was to stand naked in front of her picture window so that everyone driving or walking by could see her naked ass. After she acknowledged she had done what I told her to do, I told her to put a couple fingers into her pussy and describe how her pussy felt and tasted. She said it was wet and tasted as usual. My final instruction to her was to unlock her front door and leave it ajar, go upstairs to her bedroom and get on her hands and knees with her head under the pillow. I did not want her to see me that night while I had my way with her. She could fantasize about someone else fucking her if she wanted.

My buddy and I arrived a few minutes later and the door was ajar, all the lights were on, the blinds were all open and her clothes including panties and bra were lying on the floor in front of her picture window.
I quietly walked up to her room and there she was naked on her knees and elbows with her head under the pillow, her bedroom lights on and the bedroom blinds open. Her neighbors that lived behind her were getting quite a show. I motioned for my buddy to quietly come into her room and he walked to the foot of her bed just staring at her upturned ass and her shaved pussy.

I motioned for him to play with her pussy and ass and he did. Slowing running his fingers the length of her crack and then slipping his fingers into her pussy. I could tell she was getting turned on because she pushed her ass back as far as she could toward him. Her cheeks were wide apart and her asshole was in plain view. It was slightly open from all the ass fucking she had. I pointed to her asshole and motioned for him to stick his finger in her ass. He began rubbing his fingers around her asshole and letting one slide into her ass. She was bouncing around the bed, moaning and pushing her ass back toward him, clearly yavuzeli escort enjoying having her ass played with. I could see his cock was straining against his shorts while he was enjoying playing with my ex-wife. I told her to keep her head under the pillow, but turn onto your back and get your legs into the air.

Holding the pillow, she flipped onto her back and placed her knees beside her chest. Just the site of her legs wide open like a whore while a man she had known for years as a friend was playing with her pussy and asshole was almost too much to bear. She has no idea that it was not me bringing her to a orgasm. I asked her if she wanted another finger in her ass and she said yes. He pulled out his finger and then slowly slid two fingers in her ass and brought her to an orgasm which he later told me he could feel her asshole squeezing his fingers as she came. With her holding the pillow over her head, I slid her to the edge of the bed so her ass was on the edge.

I motioned for my buddy to go ahead and eat her pussy and he immediately dropped to his knees and started eating Sue. He was really sucking on her clit and when he came up for air, her clit was beet red and swollen. I motioned for him to fuck her and he dropped his shorts and rammed his cock all the way inside her in one thrust. He was rolling her clit with his thumb while fucking her pussy and it didn’t take long before he shot his load inside her. As he quietly left the room, I spun Sue around and had her lying on the bed with her head off the side of the mattress and proceeded to face fuck the bitch. It felt like I shot a quart of cum down her throat when I finally came.

A couple weeks later, I spoke to her about that night and asked why she thought I had her keep her head under the pillow. She was clueless, so I told her that I had someone with me and they are the person that brought her to orgasm that night by finger fucking her asshole, eating her pussy and then fucking her like a common whore. At first she did not believe me, but I told her it was true and he wanted to get together again, if she was interested. She said she would be, but wanted to know who the other guy was. I told her she would find out later, but to get used to other guys fucking her and again she agreed to do whatever I told her to do.

We set up our next meeting to meet in a grocery store parking lot. She was to make sure she was freshly shaven and was to wear a short skirt and a white top and nothing else. She was game so
we decided to meet at the Pic-n-Sav parking lot on a warm Saturday morning. My buddy, Doug and I discussed on the way all the things we would make Sue do. We had the camera and agreed we would make her beg him to fuck every hole she had.
As we pulled into the parking lot, I saw Sue’s car parked in the back. I stopped and told Doug to get in the back of the car. He quickly jumped into the back seat and I pulled over to where Sue was waiting.
When Sue got out of her car, she opened the passenger door and I told her to get in the back with Doug. You should have seen the look on her face when she realized it was Doug who had a week earlier made her cum with a couple of his fingers deep in her asshole. She had known Doug most of her life, but they were just friends. Now they were going to be lovers and Sue would be his whore by doing anything he wanted.
As Sue got into the backseat, I turned in the front seat and said “well”? Sue raised her skirt for me to see her smoothly shaved pussy. I told her “show Doug” . She slid on the seat placing her left foot on the seat while keeping her right foot on the floor and lifted her skirt to her waist showing Doug her freshly shaved pussy. I told her to spread open her pussy for him and she slowly reached down placing her fingers on either side of her pussy and pulled it open for him to appreciate. “Get on your back, pull your legs up and spread your ass cheeks so Doug can see the asshole he was playing with last week I demanded.
Without a word Sue laid on the seat lifted her legs into the air and pulled her ass apart for Doug. Thank Doug for finger fucking your asshole so you could have an orgasm I demanded. “Thank you for fingering my ass so I could cum” Sue told him. Sue, tell him what he can do to you. “You can eat me, I will suck your cock, you can fuck me in the ass, fist fuck me or anything else you want just don’t hurt me” Sue told him. Will you spit his cum out or swallow it, Sue? She said she would swallow it, which became a rule after our divorce, she always swallows cum. Can he take pictures of you and show them to his friends and place them on the internet for others to see? “Yes, you can take pictures of me and show them to your friends and put them onto the internet for others to look at” Sue replied. Tell Doug from this day forward you will be his fuck whore. “I will be your whore from now on and will do whatever you want me to do” Sue told Doug. All during this conversation, Sue was in the grocery store parking lot, legs in the air holding her ass cheeks apart while Doug was savoring the view of her asshole and open pussy.
I told Doug to reach up and see if his whore was wearing a bra. He reached up and was fondling Sue’s tits while she laid on the seat and said “Nope, no bra”.
Let’s go into the store and buy some veggies we can use on her I suggested. Sue walked with Doug and the three of us went into the store to get some toys to use on her. In the store, Sue stayed with Doug and he was constantly squeezing her ass or reaching under her short skirt for a feel and I know damn well others saw her ass and pussy, because I saw it several times as they walked through the store. Doug would have her yavuzeli escort bayan bend over and dig through the cucumbers or eggplant bins while he would play with her butt, pushing her skirt up as he did. Sue finally had a selection on veggies that would be used in her ass and pussy, so we proceeded to the check out and Doug made her pay for them.
As we got into the car, me in front and Doug and Sue in the back, Doug told Sue “Take all your clothes off”. Without a word, Sue stripped stark ass naked right there in the parking lot in broad daylight! Doug was really getting into his role of helping me humiliate and break down this once arrogant bitch into a most common whore. “Spread your pussy and beg me to eat it” Doug demanded of Sue. Sue reached down and pulled her pussy open and begged “Doug, will you please eat my pussy”? Doug asked “do you really want me to lick your pussy”? Sue only said “Yes”. With that, Doug bent down and began to eat my ex-wife’s pussy, his friend of 20 plus years. He placed a couple fingers in her cunt and was sucking away on her clit and licking her cunt like there was no tomorrow. I watched as Sue raised her legs higher and as they were drifting further apart she began to moan. I knew Sue was getting close to Cumming. Here we were, in a well used grocery stores parking lot and watching as Sue was shamed into being naked and brought to orgasm in plain view of anyone that would walk by the car and look. Her orgasm was pretty powerful and she was whimpering like a little pig as she came.
Doug continued eating her pussy as I drove out of the parking lot headed for another area to show off Sue. As we drove down the highway, Doug has Sue bend over in between the bucket seats so her face was by me and her ass was in his face. We drove for several miles like that until Doug told her he wanted her to suck his cock. She spun around and in a few moments had his hard cock in her mouth sucking for all she was worth. We took her to a room and spent the entire after noon eating her pussy, getting our cocks sucked and fucking her. As she was sucking Doug’s cock, I slid my cock in her ass and fucked her until I came. She then asked Doug if he would like to fuck her ass and he jumped on her and pounded her ass good. She was pretty sore by the time we finished using her mouth, pussy and asshole, but she never complained. We have had several other threesomes since that time and she really enjoys two cocks at the same time.
Now it was time to take her further in becoming a common whore, she needed to fuck other men, a lot of them.
We were looking at the dating adds and one popped out, Male looking for a Female for fun get together, call for a great time. I had Sue contact the agency and they gave Allen the number to contact Sue. Within a couple days, Allen had made contact and wanted Sue to come over the coming Sunday to watch a football game with him and have a couple beers. Sue agreed although I could tell she was nervous as hell over doing this. I told her to be sure her pussy was freshly shaved and I expected her to have sex with Allen this first meeting with him. If he didn’t initiate sex, she was to suggest it. Sue was going to get fucked by someone she did not know and she was inviting it. The only difference between her and a common whore is she was not charging for the use of her pussy, it was free.
The Sunday came and Sue called me as she was heading over to Allen’s house which was about 15 miles from where she lived. I asked if she had shaved her pussy for him and she replied “yes, she had shaved it in the bathtub this morning while taking a bath”. I again reminded her that I expected her to have sex with Allen and to call me afterwards and tell me the details. Sue agreed and nervously went to Allen’s.
About 3 hours later, Sue called saying that she really didn’t like Allen, but after about an hour Allen had her on the couch with his tongue in her mouth her top off playing with her tits, squeezing her nipples and reaching into her shorts and panties rubbing her pussy. After a short time playing, Allen stripped her naked and had her lie on the floor where he began by inspecting her body as closely as she had ever been inspected and then started eating her pussy. He was really surprised that her pussy was shaven, but he loved it. He finally stopped and took off his shorts, leaving his shirt on and told her to suck his cock while he continued eating her pussy. She said he was pretty good at oral sex, but she really enjoyed it more as he inserted a finger up her ass. She said it didn’t take long and she had cum and he came partly in her mouth, but mostly on her face.
After Sue finished telling me the details, I asked “Did he fuck you”? She said no, it was all oral sex, but again said she really didn’t like this guy and didn’t want to see him again. I told her that was too bad that she didn’t like him because she was going to fuck him, probably several times. With that I told her to hang up and call Allen to see if she could come over again and that she really enjoyed what they did and she wanted more. Sue was told to let me know what he had to say.
Susan called Allen and asked if she could see him again and really enjoyed the time they spent together. He was happy to hear she had fun and invited her over the following night. When Sue called me back and told me the arrangement, I reminded her that I wanted him to fuck her and to cum inside her. After Sue said she would let me know how it went, I hung up the phone knowing that Sue was on her way to becoming a common whore. No more would she have this air of arrogance.
That Monday evening Sue called and said that “Well, I saw Allen again and he fucked me tonight escort yavuzeli and came inside me”. I told her to tell me the details which went something like this: As soon as she walked in Allen’s house, he had her strip all her clothes off. They then laid on the floor and had a repeat of Sunday’s oral session, but he did not cum this time, but she did while he was eating her pussy and fingering her asshole. After Sue had cum while Allen was eating her pussy, he pulled his cock from her mouth and raised her legs onto his shoulders and started fucking her. She said his cock was about average, but he could fuck for a long time without Cumming. She said he ground his pelvis into hers and would thrust as hard as he could into her and after what seemed like 30 minutes, he came inside her. She knew he shot a lot into her because she said it instantly started running out of her pussy, so she just pulled her panties and shorts on without cleaning up, put on her top and left.
She again said she did not like this guy, but she did as I wanted. I told her to call Allen and make another date, and she should try to like him because she was going to be fucking him often. Reluctantly, she called Allen again and made another date with him for later in the week. She fucked Allen about 20 times over the course of a couple months and it progressed to him using toys on her and having a couple friends come over where they triple teamed her several times. She said he or they used every hole she had and one would pull out of her ass and go right into her pussy or out of her pussy and into her mouth. Sue said much of this he either filmed or took pictures. She has no idea what he plans on doing with the movies or pictures, but I told her I am fine if he places them on the internet for others to see her being fucked like a whore.
Now that Sue was fucking men she didn’t know, I knew we were close to her going out looking for some strange cock, which she ending up fucking close to 25 different men on a first night basis. Many of her new fuck buddies were married and a couple were black.
I was looking for some variation in Sue’s sex life and decided she needed to fuck some black guys. Then one night I arranged for one of my friends from a local bar to stop by for some drinks. He was a nice looking man probably 5’10” tall and very slim, but he was black and I mean coal black!

Sue was a little unsure about sleeping with a black man as she hardly even ever knew one, her circle of friends were all white. This meeting up to humiliate Sue and degrade Sue to the depths that she would become the ultimate whore.

Bobbie and Sue sat around for the evening drink wine and Crown Royal whiskey. It didn’t take too long before Sue was to the point that she was ready to try anything. She was getting so drunk and horny. They were sitting on the couch and before Sue knew what was happening, Bobbie leaned over and kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Sue was so worked up by this time that I knew she was going to fuck Bobbie and I was looking forward to it.

It wasn’t long before Bobbie had his hands inside her tank top and was playing with her nipples. Bobbie unfastened my bra bringing her tits into full and unobstructed view for him. He leaned forward and began sucking on her tits while his hand slipped into Sue’s shorts and was rubbing her pussy. Her pussy was dripping, Damn, she was so wet! It wasn’t much longer and Bobbie said” Sue, take off your shorts and show me what you have”. Sue stood up and slid off her shorts and standing in just her panties. Bobbie told her to take off her panties and show him her pussy. Sue pulled off her panties and there she was, standing completely naked in front of a black man that she had just met a couple hours before.

Now the games were about to begin…Bobbie had her bend over the table in the living room and spread her cheeks for him to see. My god, she was bent over like a whore on display with her ass pulled apart showing a black man her most intimate parts. After Bobbie did a complete inspection of her ass and pussy from behind, Sue was told to lay on the floor with her legs spread apart as far as she could. Bobbie took out his cock and knelt down by her side placing his cock next to her face. His cock was huge! It had to have been 9″ and it was still growing. He rubbed his cock on her lips and Sue just opened my mouth and began sucking him off.

After Bobbie’s cock was completely hard and wet with her saliva, he knelt between her legs and placed her legs on his shoulders. Slowly he began inserting his cock into Sue and I know he was not all the way in and she had came twice. It wasn’t long and he was fucking Sue with everything he had. I honestly believe his cock was into her womb as he was going places with his cock that she said other guys had never approached. After what seemed like an hour, Bobbie shot his cum into Sue and all she could do is lay there panting like a overheated dog! Her legs were spread apart and Bobbie’s cum was dripping on her asshole and onto the carpet.

From that night, Sue was hooked on black guys. She still will fuck white guys, but she gets off much more when she is being used as a black man’s whore. She now loves black men and give herself completely to them to use as they want. Sue has been with about 8 different black guys and been used at 1 gang-bang with 3 black guys and a black girl (whom she was forced to eat out after being fucked by one of the guys).

Matthew is one black dude that gets into humiliation of white ladies and has her do sex acts where people can see her performing on him and his buddies. When he is at her house she has to have all the blinds open and lights on while completely naked. When Sue sucks his cock and when he fucks her, it has to be in front of a window so neighbors or anyone driving/walking by will see them. When they are in public, he will fondle her pussy or tits when he knows that white people are watching them and Sue just seems to love being humiliated.

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“We’re starting our tenth year of teaching. Is that crazy or what?” Freddy said.

“More ‘crazy’ than ‘or what,” his friend and colleague, Dan, replied. “Just think. Only 30 more to go until until full retirement, right?”

“Gee, thanks. I had no idea this was one of those ‘until death do us part’ kind of things.”

His friend laughed then said, “It’s actually a pretty sweet gig. We only work 180 days a year, get ten weeks off in the summer and a week or two for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and spring break. What’s not to like?”

“Yeah, no argument there. And we are surrounded by all kinds of hot pieces of ass, you know what I’m sayin’?”

He made a disgusting motion with his hips, and when his friend-since-college didn’t even smile, he said, “Come on, man. There are some freakin’ babes in high school, Danny Boy. Are you tellin’ me you’ve never once—not even one time—thought about, you know, hittin’ that?”

“Freddy? You’re a pig and getting worse every day.”

“Dude, I’m serious, so be honest. You’ve never, ever thought, ‘Hmmm. If I could get away with it, I’d’…”

He’d tried singing the Bow Chicka Bow Bow song and Dan finally laughed.

“Stick to teaching history, okay. Your improv sucks.”

“Okay, fine, but you still haven’t answered my question. Have you ever once thought…”

“No. Never. Not even once, okay?” Dan said getting rather annoyed.

“Not even Jami Anderson? Come on, man! She was so hot she could have spontaneously combusted at any moment just standing there. Not even her?”

“No, Freddy. Not even her. She was a beautiful girl, but she’s not my type. For that matter, no high school girl is my type and let me assure you, they’re not yours, either. Got it?”

Freddy was Frederick J. Thomas, Daniel Snyder’s onetime roommate as undergrads at the University of Washington where they’d both majored in secondary education.

“Not your type. Yeah, sure. Okay. So…do you even have a type? I mean, you no-shit have all kinds of hot female students crushing on you every year while their moms and other teachers are constantly hitting on you, too. Some of us would be happy to have just one out of three, and here you are with unlimited options yet I almost never see you going out. What’s up with that?”

Dan laughed then said, “It’s not even close to constantly, my friend.”

Freddy snorted then said, “Yeah, I guess that’s true. I mean, I have to admit I’ve never seen a woman hitting on you when you’re sleeping or…droppin’ a deuce.”

Freddy paused then before Dan could chide him for being crass again then said, “Hell, I’d be happy to have anyone crushing on me. Student, mom…Ms. Emerson.”

Dan smiled at the mention of Sarah Emerson, who was by far the best-looking female on staff. In fact, she was in a league of her own. Then again, people often said the same thing about Dan Snyder, and more than a few people thought they’d make the perfect couple and produce beautiful, perfect little babies. There was just one problem. Dan wasn’t attracted to her in spite of her beauty.

Freddy finished his thought by saying, “Dude, do you know how long it’s been since I got any puss…”

This time he stopped talking and sang it and did the hip thing. “Bow Chicka Bow Bow?”

“Freddy, Freddy, Freddy. What am I gonna do with you?” Dan said as she just shook his head.

Freddy started to answer so Dan cut him off.

“Don’t say, ‘Help me get laid, bro,’ again—please. Tell you what. Let’s go get you some beer so I don’t have to listen to your nonsense anymore, okay?”

“Yeah! Now you’re talkin’, my man! First round’s on you!”

“Just remember, some of us have to teach school tomorrow and go to school so don’t expect me to get hammered with you.”

“I don’t get it, man. A master’s cost a ton of money and it’s worth what? Two grand a year before taxes? You might break even before you retire,” Freddy said in his typical cynical way.

“I like math. What can I say? And yeah, I’ll more than break even in the long run. In fact, I’ll be graduating just before Christmas so put that on your calendar.”

“Yes! Another excuse to drink!” Freddy proclaimed.

Dan grabbed his keys knowing he’d have maybe two glasses of draught beer while his friend would have—two pitchers—or more.

Before he let he go of the question in favor of beer, Freddy asked the same thing one more time on their way to their favorite watering hole.

“Seriously, man, what is your type? You rarely date and you never hook up. If I looked like you, I be gettin’ laid seven days a week and twice on Sunday.”

“No, you’d be in jail for a very long time,” Dan said only half joking.

“You know what, Danster? If I didn’t know better I’d think you were a little light in the loafers. You know what I’m sayin’?”

Dan did know. In fact, he knew all too well. He’d been called ‘faggot’ and ‘boy toy’ along with many other pejorative things, many times over the years. He was absolutely, 100% straight, but took no offense at being called gay because Ankara travesti he knew people didn’t choose their orientation any more than they chose to be right or left handed. It just happened.

He fully understood the reasons why some thought he really was ‘light in the loafers.’ He took great pride in the way he looked, and dressed in what many called a ‘preppy’ kind of way. His thick, dark hair was always neatly trimmed and nicely styled. He was habitually smooth-shaven, and wore very dressy, button-down shirts and/or sweaters which were always carefully paired with the right pants, belt, shoes and socks. He even got his nails professionally done once a month or so. So, yeah. The criticism was based on a crude stereotype, but if the loafers fit…

Beyond that, he really was incredibly handsome, and Freddy was right. Every year Mr. Snyder had a new crop of groupies who batted their eyes at him while many openly flirted. He was religiously friendly with all of them, but every girl understood that Mr. Daniel Snyder drew a no-kidding ‘line in the sand’ when it came to anything beyond friendliness. He was never mean or rude, but he made sure whoever tried crossing that line got firmly set back behind it.

Lastly, he was highly respected as one of the best teachers in the entire school. He taught one trigonometry class to sophomores as well as freshman geometry, but calculus and especially AP calculus, was his specialty.

He had this uncanny ability to explain complex topics in easy, understandable ways and he would use multiple approaches to explain something until everyone got it. In those rare cases where an individual student just couldn’t get it, he would tutor them after school for as long as it took. Seeing the light finally come on was one of the things he most enjoyed about teaching.

At 32, he really didn’t date too often, and that was just fine with him, because he really did have a type—both physically and intellectually. If the woman didn’t fit his type in both areas, he wasn’t interested no matter how beautiful she might be. To wit, one Sarah Emerson. In those rare cases where he saw someone who met his external requirements, he immediately showed an interest in her in order to see if she was his type intellectually.

Physically, thin was in. A woman almost couldn’t be too thin. Very small breasts were a must, and soft, full, bee-stung lips were hugely important, as well. Beautiful, open eyes, high cheekbones, and long, soft, silky hair were equally necessary, but all that was for naught unless she also dressed in way that, as with him, said, “I take great pride in my appearance.”

If that was perceived as overly picky or even snobbish there was nothing he could do about it. He liked what he liked and after nearly two decades of liking the same thing, it seemed hugely unlikely that would ever change.

The intellectual side of his ideal woman included intelligence, which was very important, but it was much more than that. She also had to have a certain kind of ‘unstated sophistication’ about her but she couldn’t be pretentious. He looked for those things plus maturity, politeness, sweetness, and if she was maybe a bit on the shy side that was a huge plus. Confidence was fine but arrogance or being loudly-opinionated were deal breakers.

Dan was a logical, linear thinker so he knew that putting those kinds of limitations on ‘the playing field’ severely reduced the odds of ever finding a wife. Then again, he intended to marry once and for life and firmly believed that it was more than worth the wait to find the ideal woman.

So yes, he had a type, but he wasn’t about to get into it with Freddy. Not now, not ever.

“How about we talk about you, Frederico,” Dan said turning it back around on you. “I know your type is someone with breasts and a vagina, but don’t you want to meet someone and settle down?”

For a brief moment, his normally-gregarious friend got serious.

“Yeah, of course I would. But I’m the Oscar to your Felix,” he said using The Odd Couple analogy. “I’m…slovenly. Unsophisticated. Undisciplined. I’m a video game junky. I like beer—a lot. And let’s face it. I look a lot more like Jack Klugman than Brad Pitt.”

“Brad Pitt’s in his 50’s, my friend,” Dan said trying to help his friend out.

“Yeah. No shit. And yet he still looks better than me.”

Freddy rarely got down, but Dan knew he was right. He’d be a hard sell to any decent woman who didn’t bring a whole lot of her own baggage with her. It was very likely Freddy would never get married or if he did, the relationship would be highly dysfunctional. He hated to think that way, but it was hard to imagine Fred Thomas ever snagging a nice-looking, normal kind of woman.

Four hours and four pitchers later, Dan helped his friend stagger out to the car.

“You’re a good man, Danny Boy,” Freddy said, his speech heavily slurred. “Hell, if I was a chick, I’d be in love with you, too.”

“Uh-huh. Let’s get you home, good buddy. Tomorrow is our first day Konya travesti back. Thank God it’s a planning day without students,” Dan said as he helped Freddy fall into the back seat.

In spite of a horrendous hangover, Freddy slogged through day one, and by the day after Labor Day, the first day of school and three working days later, both teachers were ready for their students.

The first day was always devoted to administrative details. Lockers had to be assigned, books had to be issued, class rules, grades, homework, and other expectations had to be discussed, and teachers needed time to learn new names and faces. Having taught math there for ten years, Dan knew most of the students from the previous years, but there were always a few new faces, and Dan genuinely enjoyed getting to know them and hearing their stories about where they’d grown up, gone to school, etc.

As always, there were numerous young co-eds saying, “Hi, Mr. Snyder!” much too enthusiastically. Their male counterparts all noticed and inevitably, one or two would have to say something.

“Yo, Meghan. You better roll that tongue of yours up before you trip on it!”

The comment would be followed by raucous laughter from the other boys, a snide comment from the girl, and even snider comments from other girls who hoped to win their teacher’s favor.

“Eeew! Give it a rest already, Meghan! Mr. Snyder is like WAY out of your league, bitch!”

That girl would then look adoringly at her handsome teacher for any sign of his favor. None ever came, and his corrections were always gentle and kind which included something along the lines of, “Please find a more appropriate way to address your classmates.”

He scanned his class rosters one more time after the final bell and noted he had students missing from each of his five classes. In most cases, their friends let Mr. Snyder know when the absent student would be back from an extended vacation or the like. That left just two students unaccounted for, and in both cases he wasn’t familiar with the names. Connor Lane didn’t show for his 1st-period trigonometry class nor had Kimber Clymer for his 5th-period AP Calculus class. In order to be placed in an AP class, an administrator or guidance counselor would have to have reviewed her records so, in spite of his very strong desire to avoid her, Dan gave the senior-class guidance counsellor, Tammi Simmons, a call.

“Daniel! What a pleasant surprise. How may I help you on this first day of class? I…do make house calls, you know.”

She’d shamelessly flirted with him since being hired during the last two months of the previous school year, and she wasn’t slowing down.

“Kimber Clymer didn’t show up today. Did you by any chance place her in my 5th-period class and if so, do you have idea where she might be?”

“I did and yes I do,” she told him. “Bright girl. Straight-A student and AP classes in math and science the past two years at her previous school in California. She’s finishing up a paid internship with a pharmaceutical company in downtown Seattle and should be here tomorrow.”

Without being asked, Tammi offered some personal observations.

“She struck me as being rather atypical for an 18-year old, but not in a bad way. I can’t really put my finger on it but she seemed…I don’t know…more like a peer than a student, if that makes any sense. Nice kid. Very tiny, too. Not short just…I don’t know…whippet thin but also pretty in an emaciated kind of way. You’ll see.”

She finally took a breath then asked, “Can I do anything else, anything at all, for my favorite teacher today or…tonight?”

Dan chuckled and told her thanks and ‘no thanks’ in the kindest possible way. She let him know if he changed his mind he could drop by her place, unannounced, anytime with emphasis on the ‘any’ part as she reminded him yet again where she lived.

He hung up the phone just in time to see Freddy show up, who closed the door then said excitedly, “Dude, I have the hottest chick ever in my 3rd-period class!”

Dan raised an eyebrow but didn’t take the bait.

“She is freakin’ smokin’ and sat right up front wearing this really short skirt and tight…”

“Freddy?” Dan said giving him the eye.

“Okay, okay. But you gotta check her out, Danny Boy. Jesus, this girl is hot!”

“Jesus isn’t into girls, my man. At least not as far as I’ve ever been told,” he said with a smile.

“Buzz kill,” Freddy said quietly.

They talked about their first day for a few minutes then got ready to leave but were in no hurry as there was no sense even trying to go home until the busses cleared out.

Dan didn’t give his conversation with Tammi a second thought until the following day just before the start of fifth period. Several girls were talking rather animatedly about ‘the new girl’ so Dan casually eavesdropped as his students filed into the classroom.

“Have you seen this bitch?” one of them said to the other two.

“No, but I’ve heard she dresses like some kind İzmir travesti of…secretary or something,” the second one replied.

“Yeah! She dresses like she’s thirty or something. I mean, come on, right? Who wants to look like they’re old, anywayz?”

Dan knew better than to get involved, but that comment amused him so he said, “God forbid someone might look like they’re thirty. Talk about ancient!”

All three of them immediately went into apology mode once they realized their thirty-something hottie/teacher was listening. The near-swooning over Mr. Snyder who’d spoken to them began just as quickly.

“No! Thirty isn’t like old old, My. Snyder. Sometimes a guy who’s like thirty can be like…really hot!”

The other two chimed in with equally vacuous responses like, “Yeah! Totally!”

One of them said, “We didn’t mean you, Mr. Snyder. It’s just not cool for someone our age to want to look like…”

“Someone my age?” he said with a smile.

“No! I mean like…” the first girl said trying to get out of the hole she finally realized she’d just dug.

“It’s okay, ladies. I get it. But high school is the place where everyone is trying to figure out who they are. That’s why we have jocks and nerds and goths and…”

He kind of nodded at himself then said, “And…preppies. Right?”

The three of them were red-faced but still smiling adoringly.

“She’s probably doing the same thing so maybe cut her a little slack?” he suggested as nicely as possible.

They all nodded just as the bell rang and Dan noted there was still no Kimber Clymer. He finished taking attendance on his desktop and submitted it using the school’s app just as there was a knock on his door.

He glanced over and saw Tammi Simmons smiling at him as he reluctantly stood up to open the door which had to remain locked during class since Columbine.

“Ms. Simmons. What a pleasant surprise,” he said dryly as he let her in.

He turned away and didn’t see the other person with her but knew something was up when one of his female students made a face and another said loudly enough to be heard, “Oh..my…God. You’ve got to be kidding.”

Dan turned around and when he saw the younger girl with Tammi, he did a double take that was so obvious he felt a bit embarrassed.

“Mr. Snyder? This is Kimber Clymer, the um…unique student we were discussing when you called me after school yesterday.”

The way Ms. Simmons was smiling was so over the top the same girl said, “Geez. Give it a rest, woman.”

Tammi shot her a snide look then continued talking.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…this is your missing AP student. Kimber, this is Mr. Snyder, our best math teacher.”

The same girl said, “Oh my freakin’ God! Someone needs to get real! Like she’s got a shot with Mr. Hottie Pants.”

The class erupted in laughter but Dan hadn’t taken his eyes off of the new student yet. He was trying not to stare, but it was a losing battle. It was as if the universe had read his mind and ginned up the physical personification of every single thing he fantasized about in a woman and hand-delivered her to his classroom here on earth.

She was undoubtedly a size zero with the most lithe-but-beautiful body he’d ever seen. She was tall for a girl and he guessed her to be at least 5’8″ but in the four-inch heels she was wearing, she was nearly as tall as he was. She was holding a white binder across her chest but it was obvious she was no bigger than an A cup—if that.

Her smile was angelic, revealing a set of perfectly straight, very white teeth set behind two very soft, puffy lips coated in shiny lip gloss. Just above was a nose he found to be equally as perfect as her smile and flanked by very high cheekbones and the most gorgeous blue, almond-shaped eyes he’d could ever remember seeing.

She wore her very dark hair parted to one side and fell to just below her shoulders in a cascade of silky smoothness. He couldn’t be sure, but it seemed that the only other makeup she wore was some mascara which gave body to her naturally-long, full eyelashes and made her gorgeous eyes absolutely pop.

Lastly, she was wearing a floral-print dress that fell to just above her knees along with a matching shrug that gave a very sophisticated, model-like appearance. Or perhaps that of a well-paid executive assistant at a successful law firm.

“Mr. Snyder?” Dan heard as he realized Tammi was calling his name for the third time.

“Yes. Ms. Simmons. Right.”

He’d nearly fully recovered and broke his stare before looking back and saying, “Ms. Clymer? It’s a pleasure to meet you. Feel free to take any open seat. This is a small class so you have plenty of options.”

The girl who’d been making the snide remarks put her feet on the open seat next to her as Kimber approached.

“The coffee pot’s in back, bitch. You might want to sit next to it so you can perform your duties when asked.”

Kimber smiled politely but didn’t respond. She took an open seat two rows further back then sat down, opened the white binder, and removed a pencil.

Dan noticed she was smiling at him and that he was still staring. He again quickly broke eye contact then thanked Ms. Simmons for personally bringing Kimber to his room.

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This is about a visit to my daughter in Northern California. She works as a pharmacists assistant at a big box store. Me? I’m from a small rural town in Wisconsin, 52 years old and work at an insurance agency. I have lived in the same area virtually all my life. I think the best way to tell this story is to let it unfold as it flows from my memory.

… … …

I see Marlain, white pharmacists jacket folded over her arm, head out the door to work. My eyes couldn’t help but notice the tight black slacks accentuating her back side.

‘To think I had a butt like that once. NEVER would have worn tight pants like that though!’

I glanced at Jay. His eyes are glued to the spot on the door where Marlain’s butt has disappeared. He glances up to see me studying him. He smiles and takes another bite of my apple pie.

“It’s all about the sex isn’t it?”, I ask. It is more of a comment rather than a question.

Jay swallows the last of the pie while looking directly at me, “Not completely. But, yes. We are good friends …with benefits I guess. Neither of us is into personal entanglements right now.”

Jay, in his mid 30’s, has some kind of job at a Silicon Valley electronics company and I know he’s divorced. I also realize my daughter, a single mother with two small children, is not about to get herself emotionally involved. She’s a damaged girl who has not had an easy time and it pains me to think about it.

“It’s a very, very different world now days from what I knew. Seems to work for you guys though. Marlian is happier than I’ve seen her in a while.”

“How about you?” Jay asked. “You got any action going back in Wisconsin?”

“Hmmfph!” I said, raising to cover a sudden blush. I cleared our pie plates and turned to put them into the dishwasher. “Not much action for a frumpy old lady where I live in Wisconsin.”

I could feel him looking at me… or my butt I guess. I stood back up, quickly.

Jay was holding out his coffee cup, a wise ass smirk on his face.

As I filled his cup he asked, “So you don’t like sex? Or you do but it’s all solo at the moment.”

I felt the color rise again as I sat. I didn’t have the slightest idea of what to say.

Jay filled the long silence, “I went through a long dry spell a while ago myself.”

O.K. these California people are forward! … A ‘nothing is sacred’ kind of people,..

“No, I like sex….” I finally answered, “Or used to. I seem to be getting by.”

Surprised by what came out of my mouth I added, “Why do you ask?”

‘What’s up with me’, I wonder. ‘ It’s just silly. Me getting all flustered.’

Jay is sitting across the table, his eyes shut. A moment later they open and look directly at me, his eyes deep with some intangible expression.

“I bet it would be good. I was just imaj…”

“Oh, come on!” I nervously interrupted. “Guys your age only want the 20 year olds not someone like me with sagging everything.”

Good god what in hell was going to come out of his mouth next! What off the wall, perverted thing was he thinking.

“Nothing I can see that appears to sag.” Jay slowly replied. “In fact I was trying to imagine how GOOD it would feel … to be inside you.”

I sat with my mouth half open. My face now crimson. This gaziantep evi olan escort bayan is no normal hot flash I was experiencing. After what seemed minutes I finally said, “What nonsense! You expect me to lift my dress, … just like that?”

“No, not at all. I was just…. well it felt to me like it could be one of those times. You know, … sometimes paths cross. Unique circumstances create a moment. They should be grasped and experienced..”

His look and demeanor is so sincere. I study his face a few moments.

“You feel it too.” “I know you do, …admit it.” he adds.

Feeling lost in an ‘let it all hang out’ world I didn’t understand, I groped for balance. Finally I managed, “So if I admit there’s something in the air here between us. I just can’t see how what you propose would happen.”

HOWEVER! Another part of me was thinking the previously unthinkable, mmmm what WOULD if feel like for him to be in me. I was wearing a cotton dress, half slip, bra and panties. I would be easy to …. Oh my god.

“You’re on your way back to Wisconsin tomorrow. It’s likely we’ll never meet again…. and we didn’t plan any of this. I just figured there might be something going on here we could …. well, grab.”

I know I’m way out here in California… This is just too wild….. But still … For Once I don’t want to miss out!

The devil on my shoulder replies, “O.K. So Jay you want a quickie. I’m way out of my depth here. I must be insane or interested somehow ….. I guess … or I’d have shut you up a long time ago!”

Feeling scared, excited, flushed and out of breath I continued, “O.K. If you are serious, …no kissing on the mouth! You just do it! … After all you are doing this stuff with my daughter too. If it’s some perversion of you wanting to do us both, just don’t tell me. As far as ‘how it feels being inside me’, I hope you aren’t in for a disappointment.”

What a dumb thing to say! That will surely stop this cold. Stupid! Stupid!

Wordlessly Jay stood, reaching a hand to me. I take it allowing him to pull me up to him. Into his arms. Oh god how exciting!. He kisses my ear and neck gently while running his hands down my hips, feeling and pressing my butt. His manhood thick and hard. Amazingly I find myself moving my crotch back and forth a little, settling it tight to his bulge.

Jay stands back, unbuttoning my dress. There are a lot of buttons, so I helped him thinking, ‘Can this really be happening to me. Am I really doing this?’

When the dress dropped to the floor Jay leads me to the sofa, turns me to face him and hooking both thumbs inside the half slip AND my panties, slides them to my knees. They dropped to my feet where I kick them aside. My hands reflexively crossed to cover my belly, then my crotch. Jay gently grasps my wrists and puts my hands on his shoulders. His hands then guided me to sit on the edge of the couch.

He kneels before me, left hand gliding down my thigh, over, inside and slowly up to press a knuckle against me. ‘Oh, oh. I’m wet. It’s embarrassing. Too late now.’

“Marvelous!” Jay murmurs. Somehow during all of this my bra came undone. I didn’t feel him do it. His right hand cups my breast and raises the gaziantep fetiş escort bayan nipple to his lips while his knuckle slides slowly up and down between my legs.

My brain is shut off. My body hungers for the marvelous things happening to it.

Jay presses my hard nipple firmly between his lips while straightening his fingers, inserts one carefully inside me. Suddenly he moves from my breast to bend down, using his elbows to spread my legs wider.

“Oh my god. WHAT ARE… No don’t do that! It’s nas…tt…yyy.”

I am overwhelmed with sensations I never suspect exist… except maybe in novels. I have pleasured myself many times, but nothing I did came close to this! Pushing me to lay back, Jay slides his tongue from his finger up to the hard lump, which causes me to jerk and moan out loud.

In a short few moments I’m on the edge of the grandest organism of my life when, to my great disappointment, Jay raise up from between my legs. I watch as he rips down his pants, releasing his member.

Sliding the purple mushroom up and down between my legs he tells me, “I want to feel you BEFORE you go off.” and he presses hard against me.

It has been a long time since a man entered me. Though I am wet and slippery, and he presses hard against the right place, it doesn’t go in. Jay grasps himself more firmly and presses harder. Oh god it hurt … but he gets in and pauses. The pain subsides immediately. I’m glad I didn’t cry out. I wanted him to entered me.

Breathing hard Jay asks, “Are you O.K.?”

“No.” I lied. “I just… It’s been a long….”

Ignoring me Jay mumbles, “I can’t believe how snug it is. Absolutely Wizard!” while sliding himself smoothly deeper.

“Ooohhh, Aaagggh, O.K. Yes!” was all I could manage.

I am full. Over full. The length of him pressing into me. He pushes until I feel his coarse hair pressing my hard button, causing another groan from me. Pressing extra hard he hits something deep inside that momentarily hurts. I guess I jerked because he withdraws a little.

“No, keep it in. …You wanted it in there! It… it… Don’t stop now!”

It DOES feel good. An amazing, thrilling fullness. I can feel heat emanating from his thick member. While the end of him hits deep enough to hurt again I don’t react this time. He holds himself tight in me, crotch to crotch. I move slowly, grinding our wiry hair against my hypersensitive lump.

We press tight against each other like this for a minute or so, enjoying the carnal intimacy. I feel Jay’s hard thickness twitching within me. Suddenly, he pulls back, not quite withdrawing, causing a chill to go up my spine. Letting go of my hips he slides his arms over, between and under my thighs, lifting and spreading me wantonly wide.

Grasping my hips and buttocks from underneath he pulls me to slide off the edge of the couch causing me to slide down on his member in a smooth, swift motion. The mushroom head of him hit hard deep inside. Much deeper than before. The expected pain was…. bearable…. acceptable.

With me now completely filled and impaled on him he grasps both my breasts.

“I’m going to cum.” his voice is unsteady with excitement. “Oh god it’s going to cum now. bayan gaziantep escort Just like this. Don’t move. I’m cuming!”

Jay’s penis seemed to swell. I feel it rippling and gush after gush of warm fluid flood deep inside me. Jay keeps saying “Oh god, oh god.” over and over again. He pulls his arms from under my legs and grasps my hips again. I could feel him tremble. My crotch is full of him to the very root. His member the only thing holding me from falling to the floor.

To my surprise I feel a clutch in my belly that reaches down like a fist to grasp my crotch. Growing in excitement, not able to breathe, I writhe on his big hard penis, going off in a huge earthshaking organism.

When we regained our breath Jay lifts me back up on the couch, slowly, slowly withdrawing his long member, the plum makes a sucking sound as it drops out. He turns me on my back and easily reenters. Jay lays on me with his legs over mine. He is still thick, but not large as before. It feels good. Him inside me.

He kisses me on the eyes, the cheek and neck while slowly moving in and out while lengthening the strokes. He is getting hard again. I am a little sore where he rubs my opening, but that is offset by the excitement his member creates on my crotch as he lifts and pushes himself between my closed legs.

Jay’s movements began to get more aggressive. I open my knees and he falls between my thighs. He reaches under my arms and grabs my shoulders, raises up on his elbows thrusting hard and fast. I’m pressed tight between his hands on my shoulders and the pumping sausage.

It am not comfortable, but there isn’t much I can do and he is obviously enjoying himself, so I’ll let him go on.

“Oh fuck me baby.” “Fuck me baby.” “God.” “Oh Yes, fuck me.” Jay groans.

I hate that word! I can’t help myself, I freeze. Stiff.

Jay stops. “What? What?” he grunts.

“Don’t say that! Stop now, I don’t like it anymore!”

“Sorry babe!” is my answer. Jay furiously pounds in me again. “It’s too late for that! I got another load coming and you’re getting it.”

I try to strain against him, but something in me gives up, so I let out a big breath and sink under his increasingly furious thrusts. It doesn’t hurt anymore so either I’m numb or getting used to him in me. I’m well lubricated, that was for sure. I can hear and feel his fluids working out of me, probably staining the couch.

He seemed to be going on and on. However I am O.K. In fact I am doing better than just O.K. I’m beginning to hum inside. Yes, definitely! I must be working up to another organism! Impossible!

“Ggnnaaah! I’m cuming, I’m cuming.” Jay hollers raising up, arms and legs straight, toes extended so only his thick, hard maleness plunges in and out of me.

Suddenly he pulls too far back and slips out. Shoving forward the mushroom end slams hard against my crotch. I gasp in pain and grab his hips to hold back but he blindly thrust forward again, entering me and slamming full in. His pelvis slams mine and it is like an electric shock hitting my abused organs. Incongruously I become excited. Writhing in opposition to Jay’s pounding I find myself fighting back and screaming “Yes! Yes! Do it! Me too! Oh god, me too! I’m cuming again!”

… …. …

I think I’ll end here. As can figure out, I am back home. Since returning I have found that my Church choir director makes a great occasional ‘friend with benefits’.

Oh, yes! There is a wheelchair bound Vet who comes into town for therapy at the clinic where I help out. He has become a very ‘beneficial’ friend too! And oh my … what a grand benefit he possesses. You CAN’T imagine all the fun such friends can get into.

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Here is a second chapter for the story of sinning with Cyn, as always it is a complete fiction in an artificially simple world combining unreal innocence and debauchery.

No relationship to any real persons living or dead is intended.

We start now with the last few lines of Chapter one . . .

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Cyn headed to the bedroom door.

“Its also high time I looked in on your brother. I think it is time for him to learn a few things about becoming a man that only a woman can teach.

At least he knows how to shave.

Maybe I’ll get him to teach you to shave — or will I tell Daddy to do it?”

Cyn closed the door on a shocked face and headed down to the basement where Devlin was working out after coming home from college. That was his job. Cyn wanted him to be strong and manly as he grew up so she supervised and coached his efforts on the weight lifting equipment.

Cyn was wearing her own exercise costume when she entered the weight room area. Her baggy basketball shorts and loose top were all she was wearing this time. She had discarded her damp panties when she cleaned up after bringing Hazel to her first orgasm, and she decided to take off her snug sports bra as well when she changed to the shortly nylon top and short basketball shorts.

“There you are Dev. Are you working out the sets I scheduled for you?”

“Pretty well, Mom, I just have these arm curls to finish before the dumbbell work. You said you wanted to check some things before I went to the new weight.”

Cyn leaned against the door jamb and watched her adopted son curl the weights one handed with his elbow resting on the small shelf beside the window.

He was thin and wiry, with his muscles standing out in profile as he strained with the weights. Cyn liked to look at his naturally bare and hairless chest as he worked. She liked smooth men over hairy ones. Bill had to wax almost daily to come to her standards of hairlessness. She also liked that Dev had nice dark prominent nipples for a boy.

“Twenty four, twenty five. OK Dev, stow those weights and come over here, I want to check your progress.”

Dev usually enjoyed this progress check when he was feeling he had done a good workout. He liked to have a physique that pleased Mom and Daddy, especially Daddy he often confessed to himself. This was the first time in a long while that Mom had wanted to do a check out before he ended.

Dev presented himself in front of Mom in the way she had taught him, feet exactly two and a half feet apart, erect with his hands clenched together, raised above his head.

Cyn took out her little cloth seamstress tape from the tiny desk in the corner. She began to measure Devlin and mark the results on her chart.

Stepping close to him she passed the tape around his chest, nipple high. Her breasts touched his chest lingeringly as she passed the tape behind him, fumbling a bit as the tape changed hands. Cyn liked the heat and slight odor of maleness coming from her son. She slid her nipples along his skin a bit before stepping back.

Cyn wondered what Dev would think, feeling her softness instead of the usual firm press of her confined breasts. Her nipples began to elongate as she thought of what she would be doing to Dev pretty soon. She marked the result carefully before measuring his waist.

Looking down, she could see a slight protruding of genetalia. She liked that in a man.

Cyn next measured Dev’s biceps and fore arms before walking around behind him to appraise the looks of his back.

She slapped his buttocks as the signal to demonstrate his flexibility and Dev promptly bent forward to touch the floor with his palms straight down between his feet.

“Hold that pose, Dev; I am going to measure your upper thighs.”

Cyn knelt down and passed her tape around one of the thighs straight and straining before her. The wide spread pose allowed her an almost perfect view up the loose shorts at Dev’s manhood, packed tightly into his athletic supporter. She was pleased to note no hair at all in the inner thighs and upper legs. Her breath blew slightly on to his skin as she laid her cheek on one buttock to reach around and measure the other upper thigh.

“Stay like that while I write this down.”

Dev wondered what his Mom wanted gaziantep özbek escort bayan now.

A few seconds he felt a small hand enter the leg of his shorts and cup the pouch holding his ‘jewels’ as the guys in sports called them.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“Just checking if you have the right kind of athletic supporter for the next series of heavier weights. Stand up and lower those shorts to half mast.”

Cyn sat back on her heels and waited for Dev to comply.

“Mom do I have to?”

Cyn slapped his right buttock smartly.

“Do as I say.”

“Mommm!”

Cyn slapped the other cheek.

“Do I get out the paddle, young man?”

Dev stood reluctantly and lowered his shorts to his knees.

“Spread those knees young man, and hold those pants with them.”

Dev was intensely aware of his Mom right behind him as his knees reluctantly spread farther apart to hold the shorts up from the floor. He knew the straps of his jock did not even cover his anus. He felt her fingers slip under the straps and lift, stretching them away from his butt. She let them snap back.

“The tension seems about right. Does this feel a bit snug; is there room for all of you?

Dev felt the fingers sliding all over the pouch feeling the outline of his balls. The hand cupped him, lifting a bit.

“What about support? Do you feel dangly or firm?”

Cyn slid her hand around his package, noticing the elongation in the part farthest from her. She traced its outline lightly.

Dev began to feel even more embarrassed as his cock began to get stiffer and thicker.

“Is your hair control up to date, young man?”

Cyn wormed her finger under the join of straps at the rear of the pouch and peered in at the balls revealed, packed together at the rear. Is your Daddy doing a good job? Stand up!”

Cyn slapped the bare buttocks for emphasis as she walked around to look at his front.

“Reach up and clench, young man.”

Cyn looked over the bare torso now completely revealed. Her nipples were stiff and she could feel them pressing on the slick inside surface of her nylon top. She stood to one side of the young Devlin and allowed her nipple to drag over his rib cage as she cupped his jock strap.

“We don’t want a hernia here, do we?”

Cyn watched the elongation under the pouch straining its way to the top, trying to slip up under the waist band. She fingered it briefly and cupped the pouch lightly.

“Devlin, I think your supporter is ok. I want to supervise you wearing it as you do the next bit of workout. Let those shorts drop.

Cyn stood back and watched her son drop his shorts and turn away, heading for the barbells, while simultaneously trying to conceal his obvious stiffie from his mom.

Cyn watched her son do the required number of reps with the new weight, satisfied at his hormonal reaction as well as the full development of his genetalia. She would do a more complete examination later with Bill, but right now she wanted to see if he was susceptible to sight arousal as well.

“Devlin I want you to do the bench work now. Do some reps with the bar at this new weight. I’ll spot you.”

As Dev settled on the bench with his head at the end and the bar bell across the supports, his mom came and stood near his head. He was intensely aware of his semi erection still filling out his pouch. Suddenly he noticed he could see up the front of Mom’s top. She had no bra!

Dev could see the tight nipples hanging down from his Mom’s titties. Her teats ready to suck.

“Oh God,” he groaned inwardly. He felt his boner squirming forward again. He just knew his tip would show under the waist band this time.

Then things got even worse as he raised the barbell and his mom took the final step forward to put her hands on the bar too.

Devlin saw straight up under his Mom’s shorts at her spread open crotch. She wasn’t wearing any panties! He could see her entire open wide vulva. There it was right up there a foot from his face, open to his view.

He licked his lips and almost lost the concentration to keep lifting the bar.

“One,” said his Mom.

Dev lowered the bar. His cock strained at the band at his waist. porno videolar

“Come on, now Dev, two.”

Dev strained the new weight up again and looked again under his Mom’s pant leg.

He saw a very slightly open long slit. It ran from the tight brown opening at her rear all the way to the front. The inner edges were slightly pink and glistening. Smooth and completely hairless, it had a powerful looking mound in front.

As Dev put the weight back down on the forked rest, the worst happened. The waist band of his jockstrap lost the struggle to contain and his cock head popped up.

“Oh God, I’m sunk.” he thought.

Dev felt his mom’s hands wrap around his, keeping them on the bar.

Cyn stayed there with her legs wide spread showing Dev the space between her legs as she looked down his torso at the little mouse popping out of his jock. She liked the delicious feel of being innocently exposed to her son and she especially liked his obvious reaction.

“Young man! You keep these hands here on the bar while I take a look at that athletic supporter of yours. It seems to be at least one size too small.”

Dev rested there trying furiously to make his boner go away but the more he thought of it, the worse it got. He suddenly liked the idea of a woman, even his mother, looking at his erect cock even if it was hidden under some cloth. His cock strained fuller trying to slip farther out of its confinement when his Mom knelt beside him and looked it over.

He felt her warm breath on his belly as she leaned over to look at his tip. Her breasts dangled low under her top and he could see them swinging slightly as she hovered over his waist.

“Lift your legs,” she said briskly.

Dev raised his legs to feel his Mom swiftly strip the waist band up and off then lift the jock free from his balls and letting his cock pop free.

In all her time as a woman this was the first time Cyn had been able to look thoroughly at a naked, non threatening male.

Growing up she had known she was a bull dyke and had never really looked at either boys or men. Bill never saw her naked and she was not interested in even looking at Bill as a sexual feature in her life. She did other personal, much less intimate things to Bill.

She knelt at his side and looked him over. She took her tape and laid it along the penis, wondering how it stayed so stiff rising in the air, pointing at Dev’s chin. She went to her notebook and wrote the measurement down.

“Nice size Dev, I have dildoes that size, Mel used to prefer one like that. She liked long and slim.”

Cyn ran a finger up the straining cock from balls to tip. “I am glad we decided not to have a boy circumcised at birth. Your tip looks almost like a big clit I played with once.”

Cyn heard Devin groan as she ran her finger lightly around the tip.

She poised her fingers around the tip and pressed the loose skin down, revealing the complete head.

“Arlene was her name and she loved it when I did this to her.”

Cyn looked up at Dev’s face as he stared mesmerized at the fingers pushing the loose skin back from the head of his cock. She pulled the skin back up, pinching it closed over his cock head.

“Does this feel good, baby boy?”

She stripped the skin firmly back down, revealing the red cock head as she spoke.

“This used to drive Arlene wild.”

Cyn ran her finger around the rim of the sensitive, now almost purple mushroom shaped cock head.

She watched as a single tiny globe of clear fluid sprouted at the tiny opening at the tip of Dev’s cock. She touched her finger to it and spread the juice all over his tip so it glistened.

Devin gasped.

Cyn took her finger tip and sniffed it.

“This feels and smells just like an excited woman, Dev.”

She ran her finger tip around the slick cock head again then stroked her finger around Dev’s nostrils.

“This is what you smell like. This is what you taste like.”

With the last statement, Cyn ran her finger along Dev’s lips.

She looked back at the glistening cock head and swatted the side of the cock. She smiled as it bobbed and swayed to the side before coming back to a quivering stand in the middle.

“Maybe I will gaziantep rus escort bayan use this little thing as a punishment if you are naughty. A few slaps to the side should straighten you right up.”

Cyn snickered.

“Oops. Straighten up. I made a joke about your privates.”

Cyn smiled at Dev, “Let me make it feel better, my big baby boy.”

Cyn caressed it softly again.

“Mom please,” gasped Devin, “My balls are starting to ache.”

Cyn stopped smoothing her hand over Dev’s cock and looked down between his legs at his now bloated balls. She cuddled them up from their space between his legs in her palm.

“Nice looking balls, Dev. I see your sack is hanging loose. No hair either. I like that too.”

Cyn felt around in the loose sack and outlined the balls under the loose skin.

Does your Daddy help you with the shaving, Dev?”

Dev gasped again.

“Yes, every second day. He gets me to do his cock and balls too. An exchange, he said.”

“When he shaves you do you have a nice big erection like this?”

Dev shook his head.

“Usually I am sorta limp and half hard. Daddy strokes me the same as you do but maybe you know how better. But Daddy gets hard like this when I have to shave him. He pulls my penis around with the tip skin when he shaves me.”

“What else does he do?”

“He likes me to pull his penis straight down between his legs and milk him while he kneels on the bed. He says that all farm boys learn that way of clearing out the surplus semen. He says he will do that for me when my erections get strong enough.”

Cyn seized Dev’s cock head by the loose foreskin and began to tug it around in circles. “Does your Daddy handle your cock like this?”

“Y-yes.”

“But now you are stiff. I think I should clear out your surplus semen. Do you want that, my baby boy?”

Dev lay there with his hands on the cold steel barbell and thought about the strange turn of events.

He loved the touch of a woman on his equipment much more than the feel of his Daddy, Bill.

“Yes please, Mom.” He said.

“Kneel up young man, knees wide on this bench and place your hands on the floor.”

Cyn clapped her hands as the flustered young man stood hastily with his boner pointing straight out so it rubbed slightly across her cheek. Cyn liked the incidental caress from Devin’s cock as she sniffed his arousal.

Cyn ordered Dev’s knees wider until she could easily get both hands deep between his legs. She reached through and grabbed the loose skin at the tip in a vice like grip, tugging it straight back until Dev’s balls were hanging over each side in their loose sack.

“Does your Daddy like you to do this to him?”

“Oh yes, Mom, how did you know?”

Cyn ran her finger around the still slick cock head. She transferred the slickness to Dev’s brown pucker.

“Does he touch you here too?”

“Yyes, Mom. He says he will show me how to use it later when I am fully developed.”

Cyn pressed her finger gently through the tight sphincter.

“It feels a bit like this to start. Done right I hear it feels wonderful.”

Devin cocked his hips a bit to align with the probing finger but it went away.

He felt the lightest warm breath on his wide spread rump.

“Does my little baby boy need some release? Do you want me to clear out the nasty stale semen for you?”

“Please, please soon Mom.”

Dev hung his head straight down and spread wider as a firm hand gripped his cock and began to strip the skin back and forth over the sensitive ridge of his cock head.

His Mom pointed his cock straight down and gripped it harder in her tiny fingers. It was almost painful when she jerked the skin suddenly off the sensitive head and rammed it down his shaft. Her knuckles bumped on his balls with every stroke and it was not long before the sensations built to an intolerable level.

Dev squeezed his eyes closed and gasped as he began to strobe jet after jet of semen from his cock.

Cyn cooed, “That’s right my big boy. You empty those balls. ”

She kept right on stripping the ropes of white from the cock as it jumped in her hand. She milked him thoroughly on to the towel spread between his knees as her other hand smoothed the skin of his tight butt.

When he was completely drained, she folded the towel over the puddle of semen. She gave his raised ass a tender kiss. She smoothed her hand lingeringly down to cup the hanging balls. She shook them gently.

“There there, baby boy, all empty now. Go take your shower and meet me in your bedroom in a half hour. Be properly dressed for track and field.”

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Dan and Tina were neighbors living in the same apartment building. Even though they had lived on the same floor for the past year they had never really had the chance to get to know each other.

Tina was the kind of woman you wouldn’t necessarily notice in a crowd. She was short and round with a cuddly disposition. She had golden honey blonde hair and wore round gold rimmed glasses. She was always smiling. For the lucky suitors who took the time to get to know Tina they found a very appealing person with a very bubbly personality.

One such person was Dan – He was a former New Englander creeping up on his fifth decade of life. Tall and somewhat lumbering he sometimes reminded strangers of their favorite uncle. He had sandy brown hair with streaks of gray, warm hazel eyes and boyish dimples that came to life with each jolly smile. Dan was kind and generous. He always took the time to help his fellow tenants and lent a hand whenever an occasion would arise.

Such an occasion was how he had finally met Tina. Dan was in his favorite blue recliner watching football on a Sunday afternoon. He had just cracked open a cold beer and a bag of chips when he noticed Tina struggling to stretch her short arms around the box of her new TV. He was wondering how she was going to manage to drag it to her second floor apartment all by herself. He quickly slipped on his shoes, grabbed his jacket and raced down to the parking lot to offer his assistance.

Tina greeted him with a warm smile and a sigh of relief as she graciously accepted his offer and ran ahead of him to open the doors as he hauled the awkward box up to her apartment. By the time Dan had finished installing her TV, TIVO and stereo system their first date had been arranged. Tina would prepare a meal for them to share during next Sunday’s Eagles – Dallas game. She mused that if things went well she might be sharing more than a meal.

As it would happen, Dan was having the same thoughts. Sunday could not come soon enough for him because Tina had suddenly become the focal point of his daily ruminations. The week had finally ended and Dan found himself relaxing in Tina’s cozy living room. They had just shared a toast at the beginning of the game clanging their chilled beers together as they snacked on tortilla chips with homemade salsa. Tina had prepared a Mexican feast .She had barbecued steak burritos warming in the oven, spicy Mexican rice, corn cakes and three cheese enchiladas. For dessert She had prepared her favorite Italian cookies with sprinkles that her grandmother used to make for her when she was young.

The game and the weather both turned out to be abysmal, if you were a Dallas fan needing to drive anywhere. By the end of the Dallas trouncing 16 inches of snow had fallen with drifts covering many of the cars in the parking lot. Being from Maine Dan looked at the snow as an opportunity rather then an inconvenience. They had plenty of good food prepared lots of cold drinks and a nice cozy fire, which offset the fact that they had just lost their electricity. One drink led to many and before Tina knew it she had accepted her role as Dallas’s constantly sacked quarterback. In their version of the game every sack resulted escort gaziantep bayan numaraları in an article of clothing being removed or some silly task being performed.

With Tina having very little clothing left to lose and suddenly feeling a bit shy after happily being sacked and rolling on the floor with Dan numerous times, she suggested they run out for a little tryst in the snow. Since they figured they wouldn’t be out long, they dressed rather light and headed out into the glistening snow. The cold air stung their cheeks and Dan immediately sacked Tina. After several minutes of laughing and rolling like teenagers in the snowy landscape they were both wet enough to highlight their body’s features.

Dan’s wet jeans were bulging from the excitement he wasn’t able to hide after rolling against Tina’s rubenesque figure. She looked so sexy with the curls springing up in her wet snow filled hair outlining her beautiful face. Water droplets were sliding down her glasses, her cheeks were rosy-red and her fully erect nipples were glaring boldly at him through her soaking wet shirt. He wandered if she was just cold or had their bodies rubbing together in the frigid air aroused her as much as it had him.

After about a half an hour of rolling in the snow they’re whole bodies were soaked. Their noses were bright red and their hands and feet had begun to feel numb. They both agreed they were ready to head in for some dry clothes and a warm fire. Darkness had begun to fall. So Tina, teeth chattering, quickly lit a few candles as soon as they got in the apartment.

Tina and Dan were both shivering from head to toe and couldn’t wait any longer to remove their cold, wet clothing. They both raced to the fire and began rubbing their hands together for warmth. They both began peeling off their clothing and laying it in front of the fire to dry.

Dan was undressing so quickly before he knew it he was down to his boxers which were tightly outlining his very swollen manhood. He looked up and caught a glimpse of Tina’s beautifully curved body. Her skin was all bright pink from the cold and she was wearing nothing but her black satin bra and matching panties. Both of which were glued to her body outlining every delectable inch they were trying to hide.

Tina looked up and caught Dan staring at her. She suddenly felt her face flush and her hard nipples began to tingle sending waves of electricity through her body. Tina knew Dan must be at least fifteen years older then her. She was shocked at how hairy his chest was all the way down to the top of his boxers and was amazed at the package anxious to escape from behind it’s damp covering.

The gentle look she saw in Dan’s eyes made her feel so comfortable. On impulse she leaned over and placed her cold hands on his hairy nipples, stood on her tip toes and gently pressed her soft pink lips against his. She felt a rush through her body as his mustache gently tickled her nose. She tenderly rubbed her thumbs in circles over his hard nipples and then gently began nibbling on them.

Dan was fully erect and had pre cum dripping in his already wet boxers. He reached up and wrapped escort gaziantep pornoları his long arms around her warm, plump body and pulled her tight against his chest as he began hungrily tasting her lips and sliding his tongue deep inside of her mouth and rolling his tongue with hers. He traced his fingers along the back of her neck. The fire crackled romantically in the background as the shadows of their now entwined bodies danced on the wall.

Dan took a free hand and finally removed his boxers. As they fell to the floor his thick throbbing cock sprung out against Tina’s soft body. She felt a rush as his sticky liquid slid across her belly.

Still hungrily devouring her sweet full lips he reached around and unhooked her bra. He could feel his heart racing and his hands shook with excitement. He slowly slid her bra straps off of her shoulders and watched her voluptuous breasts fall as her bra hit the floor. He let out a moan and immediately brought his hands up to feel her soft flesh. He kneaded her delicate tissue in his now very warm hands. Outlining her light pinkish brown areolas with his thumbs and teasing her as her lightly brushed against her throbbing nipples.

Tina looked up at Dan and their hazel eyes locked. The flicker of light from the fire danced on her glasses. The only sounds were their deep heavy breathing, their hearts thumping and the crackle of burning wood. Dan grabbed a tan afghan off of the couch and spread it in front of the fire. He dropped to his knees and gently pulled Tina down towards him. Her curvaceous body had him yearning to explore every inch.

He carefully guided her to the floor as the shadows from the candles danced on the walls. He tenderly kissed her lips and began sliding down her neck leaving a trail of soft kisses across her shoulders and then down her arms. He gently sucked on the tip of each and every finger.

Tina’s body was aching for Dan to bring his kisses down to her now soaking wet, swollen flower petals. She was slowly rubbing her hands all over his hairy body as he satisfied his curiosity and explored every inch of her. Dan worked his way back to her full breasts and began flicking his tongue teasingly on her tender nipples, back and forth from one to the other and rolling the opposite between his thumb and fingers. She couldn’t believe she was already having her first orgasm.

Dan felt Tina’s body tense as she let out a purr and immediately began sliding his hands over her soft belly down around her curvy hips as he kissed her naval. He slowly traced his hands up and down the inside of her thighs teasing as he slid his fingers across lightly hairy bush. He could feel her wetness and had to explore it for himself. He put his hands between her legs and spread them wide open. Tina instantly lifted her ass up in the air putting her dripping cunt right under his tongue.

Dan excitedly dove right in flicking his tongue on her clit. His swollen cock throbbed harder as he got his first taste of her sweet juice. He quickly ran his tongue up and down from her clit to her ass slurping up every warm drop. Tina gasped and squirmed as she felt his tongue slide into escort gaziantep portalı her tight ass. She had never had that experience before and wanted more.

Dan slid three fingers deep inside of her tight pussy and started searching for her sweet spot. She moaned excitedly as he found the perfect spot and he could feel her contracting her muscles around his fingers. He was grunting with pleasure as he continued to devour her sweet juice. Tina’s body shook as she exploded into her second orgasm. She clamped her legs shut around his hands unable to allow him to touch her throbbing pink flower petals any longer.

Dan slid his hand out from between her legs. Tina sat up felling her creamy liquid pouring out of her pussy and sliding down towards her sweet round ass. She climbed up and straddled herself over Dan’s long body her heaving breasts brushed against his hairy chest causing her nipples to harden again.

Dan’s cock was pulsing so hard now. She took the head of his shaft that was covered with pearly drops and rolled it against her hard nipples. She then bent down grasping his cock with both hands and squeezing more of his pre cum out as she flicked her tongue licking up every drop.

Tina had begun sliding her tongue up and down his shaft massaging his hairy balls with one hand and the other working on the base of his stiff rod. She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her sweet pink lips tight around the head of his cock sliding it deep into her mouth sucking furiously as she massaged his manliness. Dan was squirming with pleasure and moaning rocking his ass up and down as he moved his big dick in and out of her mouth.

Tina’s body was on fire; she was ready to feel him deep inside of her cunt. She released his cock and reached up to kiss his sweet lips and pressed her full breasts against his bare skin. Their nipples rubbing together. Electric shocks were running through both of their bodies as she again spread her legs wide, straddled his body and pushed her warm, wet pussy down over his cock thrusting him deep inside of her tight hole. Dan was now able to finally feel the true depth of the sweet pussy that he had so hungrily explored with his fingers and tongue.

Tina rocked hard on top of Dan her clit screaming with excitement every time their bodies slammed together. Dan stretched his long arms out tightly grasping her ass to push himself deeper into her warm, wet pussy that she was squeezing tight around his cock. Tina’s breasts were heaving with each deep breath she took. She let out a scream of pleasure just as Dan was letting out a deep moan. They exploded together. Cum dripping from her swollen cunt. She laid her head against his chest, beads of sweat from their bodies running together. She gently rubbed her body against his until his now soft cock slid from her body and their combined juices continued to run from her body down to her ass.

Dan and Tina both starry eyed kissed gently and intertwined their bodies collapsing in front of the glowing fire. They both fell asleep exhausted. Tina awoke the next morning and a feeling of warmth rushed though her as she felt Dan’s long arms still wrapped around her. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together. She could feel his deep steady breathing on her neck. She wiggled in a little closer and closed her eyes. Never wanting to leave this special place.

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Pleasant Valley Sunday

Springtime! Finally! I have been so tired of winter this year and freezing my ass off. Just seems as though it has dragged on this year. But I have vegetables planted in the garden now and am up a little earlier than I typically am so I can get things watered and cared for in the garden. I am quite happy with myself. Plenty of little green heads popping up everywhere. A good start for the garden this season.I am putting up the hose and about to go inside when I hear an odd commotion from my neighbors yard. I only have the one neighbor as I live on a corner lot with an alley behind me.I got a smoking deal on the house that I bought as an investment and then spent the time fixing it myself. There was a lot of work to be done – hence the deal.

My neighbor moved in 5 years ago with his wife and two daughters. We don’t talk or interact with each other. I know their names only because I hear them on occasion. His name is John. His wife is Alexis but gets called Lex most of the time. The older daughter is Samantha and goes by Sam and Jenna is the younger sister and goes by Jen. The conversation I had with my neighbor was a couple of years ago when they bought a dog and there were a couple of boards missing from the 6 foot privacy fence. It wasn’t high on my radar to fix, but as they were getting a dog John wanted to be in my yard for a couple of minutes to attach some new boards. I told him if he just left the boards by the fence I would gladly put them up. The dog they got was a dalmatian and they named it Spot. Holy shit you have to be kidding me. If that dog were to go to school he would be teased endlessly.

As I hear this commotion I walk over to the fence. One of the boards has a knot hole near the top of it. It is the perfect size and I have to bend over a little to see through it as I am over 6 feet tall. It keeps you well hidden though. Not escort gaziantep manken bayan as though there is anything to see. Don’t get me wrong, Lex and the girls are all hot but they don’t do anything. Not even like lay out and tan in the summer. Looking through the knot hole would gain me a glance of their grass growing. Hell, I can get that on my side of the fence. So not expecting much I bend down a little and put my face to the fence and HOLY SHIT!! There is Sam on her hands and knees with Spot knotted to her. Turned ass to ass and filling her up with hot doggy sperm. Guess he won’t be made fun of after all. Sam has her hand between her legs and fingering her clit which is what I was hearing as she gets closer to orgasming on Spot’s cock.

My own cock was hardening by the second. I mean it is like one of those WTF moments. The train wreck you can’t stop watching. I always considered my neighbors kind of boring and plain so this was a total shock to see. And maybe they are kind of plain, but Sam is a whole different story. I unhooked my belt, undid my button and unzipped my pants so I could get my cock out. Sam is mostly dressed. Her skirt flipped up over what is just the firmest, most perfectly rounded ass you could ever imagine. I don’t see panties anywhere and maybe she didn’t wear any if she knew she would be doing this? I start stroking my cock for all it’s worth since they had a considerable head start on me. I know this is so wrong on so many levels, I mean like legal shit and animal abuse and maybe some home dynamics that should be looked into, but mother fucker, this was amazing to watch! I know it has been awhile since having a woman in my life and I am sure that is part of my not looking away.

I see Sam’s hand moving faster and faster and can hear her getting closer to orgasm. Right then Spot starts to pull his cock out. He gets the knot out and Sam creams herself as she cums. I watch as his red dick slides from her – a trail of dog semen runs from Sam’s pussy. Spot stands there with his cock hanging between his legs licking at it while Sam licks her fingers clean with what has to be a mix of her juices escort gaziantep masaj yapan bayan and Spot’s seed. That is all I can take and shoot a huge load of cum on the fence. I watch as Sam gets up and straightens her skirt. Spot hops around her all excited as they go back into the house. I get my shit back together and go inside so I can take off for work. Not like I can tell anyone at work about this. They would be telling me to call the cops. And if I didn’t and they did … would I be like an accomplice or a peeping Tom. I will just not say a word about it and put it out of my mind.

Right – out of my mind huh? Next morning I am taking care of my garden when I hear the neighbors’ back door open. I hear Spot running along the fence and then he pisses right where I was standing and dribbled cum all over. I walk over to the fence and tell myself not to do it but then I look through the hole. This time I didn’t show up late. I see Sam bent over and stroking the dog’s cock. Spot is humping away at her hand and spraying pre cum all over. Sam bends over for him and grabs his cock as he mounts her. She quickly guides him into her pussy and Spot takes off like a jackhammer. pounding away at her at her pussy. Good thing Sam is on the shorter side as Spot has just enough height to be able to drive into her. His head is off to one side of her with his tongue hanging out. He pushes his knot into Sam and she immediately starts rubbing her clit as he has slowed fucking her. I watch as he turns ass to ass with her and then it is a replay of yesterday. I cum all over the fence marking my territory just as Spot will tomorrow.

So this has been my week. It is Friday and I am eager to see if Sam is going to continue her daily routine of getting pumped full of canine semen before starting her day? I finish my garden work which is coming along quite well and then head to the fence to my personal perverted viewing area. I don’t have to wait long when the door opens and Sam and Spot come outside. Spot pisses where I am standing and then Sam calls him over and he eagerly runs to her – hopping around and trying to get her on all fours gaziantep masöz escort bayan so he can mount her. Sam gets him calmed down and starts stroking him just as I start stroking my own cock. I watch as I have all week – mounting her sexy ass and Sam guiding him into her. I am enjoying the show with a myriad of thoughts going through my head when I feel something wet. I look down and see Jen licking my cock!!

“What the hell are you doi …?!” Jen cuts me off and puts her fingers to her lips telling me to be quiet. She points at the fence and whispers to keep watching. I look down at her and then at the hole in the fence and then back at her kneeling at my feet. She smiles at me and then nods towards the fence. I look through the hole as I have all week and see Spot turned ass to ass. I then feel my cock slide into Jen’s mouth and her sucking on it. I look down at her and then back to the fence. I am on sensory overload. Seeing Sam and the dog, Jen sucking away at my cock. She is gorgeous like her mom and sister. 34B chest, dark hair down her back, pretty face even prettier with my cock hanging out of it. This is more than I can take. I had gotten pretty good with timing my release with Sam and the dog, but this was totally unexpected. I run my hand through Jenna’s hair and then grab a handful of it on the back of her head. Just as I do I push her head onto my cock and explode in her mouth and down her throat.

Jen coughs and tries to push her head off of me but I hold her hair harder looking down at her – eyes bulging open and coughing on my cock. I let her hair go and she immediately pulls her head back – still coughing and gasping for air. As she kneels there panting I can see my cum dripping from the roof of her mouth and onto her tongue. I mouth the word swallow to her. She closes her mouth and I hear her swallowing. She finishes and opens her mouth to show me it is all gone. Jen stands up and kisses me on the neck. She then tells me that her dad fucks the shit out of their mom as they both watch Sam and the dog out the back window. I watch as she heads to the corner of the fence, moves a couple of loose boards, smiles, waves and says nice to meet you as she moves through the fence and puts the boards back in place. I am still standing there with my flaccid cock hanging down and thinking what a fucked up neighborhood this has turned out to be.

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Okie-doke. Here is another one of my true stories about past loves or sexual experiences. I still get private e-mails from readers who doubt what I say is true. That’s okay. I know they are true and it’s somewhat therapeutic for me to write these things here in this forum. My wife and I have talked at length about my wide and wild sexual past and she knows that while I did have a lot of fun, I do have a great many regrets as I toyed with many a young ladies feelings just to quench my own sexual thirst. Writing about them seems to help my guilty conscious.

But not all of my sexual conquests or “counting coup” as I called it, simply dealt with getting my ashes hauled. I actually had feelings for some of the women I have had in my life. This story about Ann Christopher (last name changed) is one of those women with whom I did have feelings, and probably still do to some extent.

As with my other stories, if you are looking for hardcore porn you’ve come to the wrong writer/story. Yep, sex is here, but it’s not every other word.

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One of my all-time favorite movie lines comes from the John Wayne movie, “The Cowboys”. The great black actor, Roscoe Browne (what a wonderful voice he had) and actor A. Martinez were visiting a wagon that had some “soiled doves” bathing and doing laundry. The madam, actress Colleen Dewhurst, asked Martinez’s character if he would like to spend a dollar and get laid. To make a long story short, it was determined both men would pass. But Ms. Dewhurst said to the young man (Martinez) that “the first time ought to be in the back of a carriage with someone you think you love”. Oh, she was a sexy woman and her gravelly voice sent chills down my back the first time I heard her. Her portrayal of the older madam was the epitome of why I like older women.

The madam in that movie was right. The first time you have sex ought to be with someone you are in love with, or at least think you love. Good or bad, a young man or woman’s first experience in intercourse should be fun, romantic and unforgettable. And if it occurs in the backseat of a car or carriage, that’s fine too.

I had got my driver’s license in 1971 and immediately set about exploring the regions of various girls’ bodies in the back seat of my white four-door 1964 Chevrolet Impala. Try as I might, I had no luck in losing my male cherry in the back seat of my “carriage”. Then I started dating Krena. She was the same age as me but was a grade behind. Krena was buxom and full-figured. I never liked skinny girls/women and Krena was pretty much how I liked them. Some use the term “full-figured” while others say “corn-fed”. I like “Rubenesque”; still curvy with lots of cushion and no chance of getting cut by a thigh bone.

Krena and I played around a lot in the backseat of my old Chevy. She agreed we would have sex but she did not want to do it in the backseat of a car. She had already lost her virginity and it had happened in a car and she did not want to do it that way again. She wanted to “do it” in a real bed. Well, that was okay by me!

Krena and I “did it” only one time, in her bedroom in the middle of the day while skipping high school. We snuck off the school grounds in my car during lunch and drove to her house. I’m not sure the car had stopped moving before I was out and in her house heading to her bedroom. I may have even banged my erection on the steering wheel as I jumped out. Man, I was cocked and ready!

I remember Krena and I giggling as we stripped out of our clothes and hopped into her bed, crawling under the covers and snuggling as we kissed and stroked each other. I crawled on top of her and started stabbing my cock into her. The trouble was I wasn’t hitting her pussy! I was so excited (and inexperienced) I was trying to drill my own hole into her pubic region. Gawd but I was a klutz! Krena reached down and grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I could feel the warm wetness as my sensitive cockhead felt the softness of her vulva lips. As the rapture of that feeling ran up the shaft of my cock and down my spine, I entered her pussy, sinking to the bottom with little resistance. And I came. Yep, right then on my first stroke into a warm pussy I came. Oh the shame! Oh the embarrassment! Oh the humanity!

I didn’t know what to do. So I pulled out, jumped off of her and out of the bed. I stood there staring down at her in disbelief. And Krena did the only thing a girl could do in this kind of situation, cry. Crap….now what do I do.

What I did was I got dressed and left. Oh, I tried to comfort her but I sucked at it. So I made my excuses and left. My first time had been a disaster and I wanted to run away and hide, maybe become a hermit and never show my face to the public again. As I was driving back to school, I knew everyone was looking at me, pointing Ankara travesti a finger and laughing. Instead of going to school I went home and went to bed, telling my mom I was sick.

I’m sure my story is not all that uncommon among men. I’m just able to admit that my first time was not my moment of shining sexual glory. I told an older friend of my experience and he gave me some sage advice I have lived by since; learn sexual restraint techniques and always put the pleasure of the woman before your own. Once I learned this, my sexual experiences improved 1000%!

Shortly after this I began my relationship with Shirley East, an older black woman I worked with at the airport (see my other story “Her Name was Shirley”). While we never fucked or made love, we had a wonderful time together for about three months and she taught me many things on how to please a woman out of the bedroom. You know, give flowers, kind words, compliments, things a gentleman should do for his lady. I am forever grateful for her guidance as it benefitted me many, many times over the past 40 years. Even though we never had sex, she helped me advance my sexual skills none-the-less.

In 1976, I met another older woman named Ann. She was white, 43 years old and a widow. She had short black hair with sparse streaks of silver, cut in a “Page Boy” or “Dorothy Hamill” style, brown eyes and a very pretty oval face. She was somewhat elegant without being snooty, and had a refined demeanor. Body wise she was about average; nothing spectacular, other than her height as she was 5’11”. Her father had been a state law enforcement officer and she had an 8×10 photograph of him shaking hands with President John F. Kennedy when he was still a US Senator and came to Oklahoma for a visit in 1960 while campaigning for the presidency. She would later give that photograph to me and I have it to this day.

Ann and I met at a local gathering for tall people. It was an informal club called the “Tip-Toppers” and was for men over 6’2″ (I’m almost 6’4″) and ladies over 5’10”. They met once a month at various restaurants around the city. I had been invited by a friend to join and I thought “What the heck. I have to eat”.

It was my first time at the meeting and Ann’s second or third and we sat next to each other during the meal. We hit it off immediately and soon it was as if we were there alone on a date and everyone else around us was mere noise makers in a busy restaurant. I’m a “toucher” and while talking or laughing I will reach out and briefly touch a shoulder or a hand. At one point, I had said something funny and as we both laughed I put my hand on top of hers. But before I could remove it, her other hand came and rested on top of mine. As our laughter died down to smiles, our eyes locked. I can still see the twinkle of joy that shone in her eyes as the warmth of her hand on mine warmed my soul. We connected at that moment. We had a wonderful hour or so together at the dinner and it seemed like we had known each other all our lives.

As the club meeting began to break up, Ann and I lingered for a bit at the table, much to the waiter’s chagrin, I’m sure. We obviously did not want the fun evening to end.

“I like you Rick. You’re a very funny and interesting guy. It’s a shame I’m old enough to be your mother”, Ann said as she lightly rubbed the top of my hand.

“Well, I like you too, Ann, and I think you are an absolute peach. And listen, age means nothing to me. If someone makes you happy, then go with it. Life is way too short to discriminate over something so trivial”.

“Peach” is a word I use a lot. I like it. Most women seem to like being called “peach”. I don’t know why. And what I said was true, she was a peach and life was/is too short to get all hung up on race, or creed or religion or whatever.

To cut to the chase, Ann invited me to her apartment for tea (I am not a coffee drinker) so I followed her in my ’55 Chevy (the old ’64 was by then long gone). I was looking forward to the possibilities of a pleasurable evening with Ann, both mentally and physically.

Ann had a two bedroom bungalow apartment that was beautifully decorated in earth tone colors with plush furnishings and soft accent pillows. Several candles were scattered throughout the living room and she asked me to light them while she prepared the hot water for our tea.

As I lit the candles, I noticed some record albums she had laid out by her Marantz stereo.

“Oh! You like Herbie Mann?” I asked as I rifled through the small stack of records. Herbie Mann was a jazz flautist that I greatly enjoyed then and still do today.

Ann came around the corner to where I was standing, turning off the lights leaving only the warm glow of the flickering candles.

“I certainly do. Do you like him too?”

“Very much so. I think I have all of his albums except for the ones he did in the 50’s. His “Memphis Underground” is probably my favorite.”

“Well then, look on the shelf Konya travesti and you will find it. Let’s put it on, and enjoy his music, shall we?”

I reached over to the shelf and found the album in quick order and placed it on the stereo turntable as she returned to the kitchen. I stacked five other jazz records on top so we would have a continuous soundtrack going for a while. Moments later, the smooth sounds of Mann’s jazz flute began to fill the apartment’s airspace. I’m telling you, the Marantz stereo system of the mid-1970’s had a great sound to it and looked great as well. The provocative sounds of Herbie Mann and the lit candles began to set the mood for the evening.

I sat down on her plush, pillow enhanced sofa and began to take in my surroundings and the possibilities of the evening. I was amazed at how two hours ago I did not know this woman from Eve in the Garden of Eden and now here I was, alone with her in her apartment and in my mind, obviously headed for an evening of sexual delights.

Ann soon joined me carrying a tray with a china teapot, cups and saucers, sugar and tea bags. The cups and saucers matched the tea pot and had Chinese characters on them with dragons. They matched the wall decoration motif in the living room as she had several items with Chinese dragons hanging on the wall in frames or as tapestries. I made a comment about it and she admitted she had always found oriental art and dragons very appealing.

We sat and drank our tea and made small talk as we enjoyed each other’s company. It was amazing all the things we discovered that we had in common. After a pause in our conversation, Ann sat her tea down and again placed her hand on mine.

“Rick, I want you to understand that I don’t bring strange men home with me as a rule. And while you and I do share a great deal of commonality, you are still, basically a stranger to me and I do not want you to think I’m some old lady out cruising the streets looking for love.”

“Ann, I am thinking no such thing. I am enraptured with you and can think of nowhere else I’d rather be at this moment but where I am, in the company of a charming and absolutely beautiful lady.”

Ann leaned towards me and placed her hand on my face, lightly running her fingers over my smooth cheek.

“You are so sweet. But this is all still bothering me and there is the age difference. You’re only 22. I’m very concerned abo….”

I raised my hand and placed a finger to her lips to shush her. As I did she stopped talking and looked me straight in the eyes. I could see her eyes were smoldering with a fire that wanted to be either stoked or put out. My next move was obvious as I did not want that fire to go out at all. I leaned into her and replaced my fingers with my lips.

Kissing has always been my specialty and something I greatly enjoy doing, especially the soft, tender romantic kiss. I was very good at it before I hooked up with Shirley East, the lady from my story, “Her Name Was Shirley”. I was blessed with a natural style of kissing that pleases women and leaves them longing for my lips. But Shirley helped me to develop my kissing style into a pleasurable art to include what a man should do with his hands while kissing a woman for the first time and it’s not grabbing her breast or ass, but ever so lightly caressing her cheek or hair. Jokingly I referred to my kissing as giving the “blue plate special”. A great many women fell for me simply because of my kissing ability. There were even women who were not all that fond of me personally who still enjoyed my kisses. Ann was no exception.

As my lips touched Ann’s for the first time, I brought my hand up to her cheek and ran my fingers just enough into her hair by her ear to allow my palm to rest on her face as my thumb oh so slightly moved across her cheekbone. My kiss was light and brief and I pulled back a few inches to look into her eyes. Softly, almost a whisper, I said to her my feelings about what she had tried to say before I had cut her off.

“I told you earlier, age does not matter to me nor should it you. Especially now”.

I leaned in again and this time really kissed her. I could feel her body yield to mine and move in closer as her arms went around my neck. She turned her head slightly to the side so I could make better, more sensuous contact with her lips. The kiss this time was the “Full Monte” if you will. It was the kiss of lovers.

I lightly tickled Ann’s mouth with my tongue, letting her know I wanted entrance. Her lips parted and as my tongue probed the moist recesses of her mouth I found her tongue coming to meet mine. Our tongues danced together and I yielded my advance to allow hers to move into my mouth. Once it was there I closed my lips around it and sucked it in further, feeding on it as if it was a nipple.

Ann groaned as I sucked on her tongue. I would later find out this was a first for her and she really liked it. From that moment on, we did not kiss passionately İzmir travesti without her tongue being sucked on by me. She also would suck on my tongue, which I also greatly enjoy.

As various records played, Ann and I enjoyed each other on the sofa. We kissed and panted for at least 10, maybe 15 minutes. Then Ann gently pushed away and held me at arm’s length.

“Would you like to see my bedroom?”

I stood up and held out my hand to Ann.

“Yes ma’am. I surely would”.

Ann took my hand as I helped her up. But before we took one step, I reached down and scooped her up in my arms. Ann giggled.

“My, my. Aren’t you the strong one and so gallant!” she exclaimed.

It was obvious where her bedroom would be since she lived in an apartment so I headed from the living room to the bedroom. When I arrived at the side of her king size bed, I gently laid her down with her head on the pillows. I then moved over her to the other side and lay down with her. Immediately we began to kiss again. Ann made the first move to shed our clothing by unbuttoning my shirt and un-tucking it from my jeans as we kissed. I continued to run my fingers through her hair and caress her face and arms as we kissed. Once she had opened my shirt completely, she ran her hands over my smooth chest and played with my left nipple. As she did so, I began to kick off my boots.

Ann moved on to my belt buckle but had some difficulty with it. It was a large first place bull-riding buckle I had won at a local rodeo back in 1972, the only one I ever won. I reached down and un-did it for her. Ann then unzipped my jeans and reached in for my cock. Oh, it was hard, rock hard. But there was no way she could pull it out without breaking it in half! Remember, this was in 1976 (but before that stupid “Urban Cowboy” movie—gawd I hated that flick!) and the cowboys wore their jeans very, very tight.

I raised my ass up off the bed as I reached down and peeled my jeans and low-rise briefs off. I also took off my socks as I looked back over my shoulder at Ann. She was now undressing as well. I remember thinking to myself, “Hell Slick. You haven’t even touched her body other than kissing and here she is taking her own clothes off!”

After I had removed my socks, I leaned back and watched Ann. She had got off the bed and stood at the side of it as she removed her dress, slip, bra and panties.

“Not bad for an old lady I guess” she mumbled.

“Nope, not bad at all. Come here”, I said in a sultry but commanding voice.

Ann crawled back into the bed and as our lips met again, my hands immediately reached out to cup her breasts. Her nipples were rigid and pointed at least a half an inch from her pink areoles. She had about 34 B size breasts and while I have always been a big breast man, hers were simply exquisite with very little sag or stretch marks. Hard to belief she had given birth to three kids from the looks of her natural perky breasts and fairly smooth tummy.

For the next hour, Ann and I explored each other’s bodies. We sucked and licked each other’s breasts, 69’ed and briefly fucked with her on top. While sucking her clit I gave her a wonderful orgasm that had her pulling my hair as she screamed out her pleasure and ground my face harder into her pussy. After that hour, we took a brief break and I went to the stereo to replay the records as they had finished. I returned to the bed and to Ann as Herbie Mann’s “Memphis Underground” began to play again. I remember Ann watching as I walked back to her and commenting about how hard my cock was. I responded as I crawled in next to her that it was “so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it” which brought a hardy round of laughter from her.

As the laughter began to abate, I moved on top of Ann. My cock was aching to return to her hot pussy. Now, I’ve been with a few women in my life whose pussy didn’t feel that great. But Ann’s was not one of those; her pussy was absolutely marvelous. Sure it was a little loose after doing childbirth three times but it felt just fine!

I let my cockhead run along her pussy slit and lightly dance on her clitoris hood. She jerked and smiled, moaning her pleasure at the sensation it gave her. I had to do it a couple more times to watch and listen to her mewl. I then ran it down to the opening and sunk it back into her wet love canal. As my pubic hair meshed with hers, I was in Nirvana. Hot damn but that felt good! There is nothing better than the feel of a warm pussy around your cock when one is engaged in a romantic interlude.

My skills at lovemaking had increased significantly by this point in my life and I was very excited at the chance to make love to this woman. I did not want to fuck her; I wanted to make love to her. Guys, there IS a difference in the two. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I have not made love to all of them. Ann was different. This was a lady who deserved respect and my best gentlemanly behavior. I was not going to fuck her; I was going to love her.

I began to move in and out of Ann’s pussy; pausing ever so often to bury myself in as far as my six inches would allow and grind our pubic bones together. Ann (like most woman) really liked that as is would rub her clitty against me giving her more pleasure.

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