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My friend/coworker Bill and I were out of town working on a client. Sitting in the hotel bar on Monday evening and began talking to a woman at the bar. We both thought she was pretty hot, long brunette hair, 34 c tits, 5’6″ with a nice body covered by a clingy red knit dress. She was attending a meeting for the week at the hotel.

Bill and I were both hitting on her hoping she would take one of us back to a room. Karen was having a good time and enjoying the attention. As we talked and drank we would run our hands over her pantyhosed legs. They felt so nice and she did not object. Occasionally she would lean over and kiss one of us purposely rubbing her tits against us.

After about an hour she asked if we could go upstairs. I asked which one of us and she said both. Bill and I look at each other and I said of course we can. We made our way up to my room.

We got up to my room and I made us drinks. We talked for a couple of minutes. Karen suddenly got up unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. She was now wearing a black bra, dark pantyhose (no panties??) and red fuck me heels. She started dancing around to the music in her head and walked over to Bill who was sitting on the couch. Karen had him stand up and she dropped to her knees. She reached up unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled his pants and underwear to his ankles. Bill removed his shirt while she started to take his cock into her mouth.

Not wanting to be left out, I quickly removed my clothes while watching Bill’s cock go in and out of her mouth. I get on my knees behind her and start rubbing my now rock hard cock güzelce escort up and down the crack of her pantyhosed ass (I love pantyhose on a woman and wearing them myself – but more of that in another story). Karen reached back grabbing my cock and placing it between her legs to rub her pussy thru the pantyhose. I could feel the heat and moisture of her pussy thru the pantyhose.

We kept this up for a couple of minutes then she pulled her mouth off of Bill’s cock and stood up. She removed her bra letting her wonderful tits free, kicked her shoes off and sat on the bed removing her pantyhose. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and glistening. I walked over to Karen as she laid down with her head hanging over the edge of the bed. I slid my cock into her mouth and down her throat.

Karen began to finger her pussy while I massaged her tits. Bill moved to the other side of the bed and slid up to begin tonguing her pussy. Bill told me later she was as wet as he had ever seen a pussy. Bill soon moved up on the bed and slid his dick into her pussy. Karen must have been really close to cumming. After about 10 strokes her body stiffened and shook as her first orgasm raced thru her body. All this time my cock was moving in and out of her mouth. Her orgasm along with sucking his cock made Bill ready to explode.

He began to pump her pussy harder as he pulled her legs over his shoulders. He was basically shoving my cock in and out of her mouth as he pounded her. Soon he grabbed her ankles, pushed her legs up and drove his cock as far as he could into büyükçekmece escort her and began to cum in her pussy. She began to quiver again as another orgasm hit her.

Bill dropped her legs and his cock slid out of her. Breathing hard she let my cock fall out of her mouth as reached down to her pussy to scoop some of Bill’s cum up to her mouth.

I could not believe this was happening. Had never been in a room with another naked guy both fucking the same woman. Now he was standing there with his cock going soft. He looked over and said you need to fuck this!

Karen continued to scoop cum into her mouth. I got up on the bed with her. She got on all fours and said fuck me from behind. I could see Bill’s cum dripping from her pussy. I slid easily into her freshly fucked pussy. It was amazing with his hot cum still inside her pussy and with each stroke I pulled cum in and out of her. I grabbed her hips and began pumping her pussy. Bill had stepped in front of her and fed his cum/pussy juice covered cock. She began licking his cock and balls to clean him up.

I was close to cumming when I stuck my dick in her pussy and it did not take me long before I was pumping her pussy full of cum. I laid on her back for a moment to catch my breath and felt by cock plop out of her pussy. I fell back and saw a big glob of cum hanging from her pussy. She reached between her legs and scooped up the cum into her mouth.

We laid on the bed together for a few minutes. After a bit, Bill said he should be going but Karen said wait I güzelyurt escort have something i want to do that I have never had the chance to do. I asked what and she said two cocks in her pussy at the same time. I looked at Bill and he sure, why not.

She smiled and took Bill’s cock into her mouth. His cock began to harden and she reached over and began to massage my cock and balls. After she got Bill good and hard she pulled my cock into her mouth and stroked Bill to keep him hard. Soon my cock was ready to go again.

Karen straddled Bill and slid his cock into her pussy. She laid flat on top of Bill and I crawled behind her. She reached back and guided my cock to her pussy. She was still incredibly wet. I slowly began to push my cock against her pussy and Bill’s cock until her pussy expanded and I began to slide into her. She yelped in pain but said keep going. After I was all the way in I stopped to let her pussy adjust. We slowly began to rock back and forth with her sliding on both of our cocks.

The feeling of rubbing against another cock in a pussy and our balls hitting was amazing. Before long I felt Bill’s cock begin to pulse as he started to cum in her pussy and on my cock. This made me start to pump my hot cum into her pussy and on his cock. Karen’s pussy began to spasm and clench our cocks as she came again.

I pulled from her pussy dragging a string of our cum out that fell onto Bill’s cock and balls. Still breathing hard Karen rolled off of Bill onto the bed beside him. We all laid there catching our breath. When Bill said he needed to go, Karen said wait a minute and rolled over to clean his cock an balls with her tongue. She asked me to move to the side of the bed and she pulled my cock to her mouth to put both cocks in there. She finished cleaning us up and Bill get dresses and left. She and I fell asleep naked together with cum running out of stretched pussy.

More to follow. She was at the hotel all week.

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This one has a bit of everything in it. I’m keeping it in the Incest category, but Group, and Lesbian would be equally appropriate. As always, all characters are over eighteen.

Vonnie and Danny are just getting started. Shelagh has decided to join them.

Need I say more?

Oh, and… Pace yourself. There’s a LOT of sex in this one.

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My brain was quite obviously losing touch with reality.

First my beautiful, young, sexy Aunt welcomes me into her bed. Now, my equally alluring sister is here, taking off her clothes, intent on joining us?

Yes, I’m losing my mind. That’s the only explanation.

Funny though… It doesn’t feel like a hallucination.

No, it feels like I have my Aunt Siobhan’s big, soft breasts pressed against my ribs. It feels like she’s actually here, in my arms. I can still taste the kisses. But it can’t be true, because if it is, then I can only assume that what I’m seeing is true, as well, and what I’m seeing is just… Oh my.

Despite my mind’s attempts to make rational sense of the situation, I had no choice but to admit that I was not hallucinating. My second youngest sister, Shelagh, was indeed here, in my Aunt’s incestuous bedroom, about to remove her blouse.

I felt Vonnie’s hand on my erect penis, stroking softly, as the last button was dispatched. Shelagh had always had an excellent fashion sense, and even in the summer, never really dressed down to the level of t-shirts and shorts. She always looked like she was ready for an impromptu dinner party to break out, and was prepared to host it.

So today, her hair was brushed out, and hanging like a sensuous boa over her left shoulder. Mom’s hair was red… I mean, RED… but most of us kids got a slightly darker version, just to the red side of auburn, a hint of Dad’s DNA. Shelagh had beautiful hair, and her blue eyes were positively huge. Coupled with her full lips, it gave her a look that was part cartoon, part incredible sex goddess. I couldn’t believe she was the only unmarried sister I had left, because I had always thought she was the prettiest.

The blouse she had just unbuttoned, and was holding by the lapels with both hands, was classic black. Crisp, impeccably ironed, and fitted to her body, she held it, as though for effect, waiting for my eyes to wander up to hers. I was currently trying to pierce the shadows that obscured the chest I hadn’t seen since she was much, much younger… and much, much less developed; back in the days before I had been banished from my sister’s rooms for showing a little too much interest in their bodies. I knew she was bigger, but beyond that, this was all new. I finally looked up.

Shelagh smiled, and rolled her shoulders out of the top, opening it wide as it moved down her arms. She was… breathtaking, and she was still mostly dressed. I gasped, and so did Vonnie.

Her bra was black as well, and struggling mightily to contain her voluptuous breasts. While she wasn’t quite in the same league as Mom and Vonnie, she was very, very well built, as were all my sisters. Is there any wonder I developed a thing for women with big boobs?

Vonnie gave my dick a surreptitious squeeze under the covers, and I glanced at her briefly. She was grinning; I assume she was pleased that our little group was growing. She nodded in Shelly’s direction, and I turned just in time to see my sister, hands behind her back, unhooking her bra. She held it in place for a moment.

“Danny, I can’t believe I’m about to do this,” Shelly smiled. “I remember kicking you out of my room because you were looking at me funny when I was dressing. You were so young. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I croaked, my voice cracking. Vonnie stroked me again. My cock was like steel. Apparently, it was ready, too.

Shelagh took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She raised her arms slowly. I expected the satiny, black bra to drop, but it held on for a few maddening seconds, clinging to her abrupt, firm breasts while I willed it to fall. As her arms extended over her head, her breasts spread wider, and the bra finally succumbed to gravity. Her breasts did not, riding high and proud on her chest, crowned by light pink nipples that were equally proud and tall.

“God,” I breathed. “They’re beautiful. I… uh… I mean, you’re beautiful,” I corrected.

Shelagh smiled, and turned her body gently from side to side, causing those spectacular globes to sway slightly. She slowly brought her arms down, running her hands over them as she did.

I noticed that Vonnie’s hand had stopped its motions, and she had her fingers in a tight ring around the base of my cock. I hadn’t realized how close I was to cumming, but my ever thoughtful Aunt had noticed the signs, and gripped me tight to stem the tide. She was snuggled into my side, watching Shelagh strip with an interest as keen as my own.

My sister reached back, and unzipped the elegantly sexy, knee-length skirt that she was still wearing. Matching black, the monochromatic bahçelievler escort look really looked good on her.

It looked even better on the bedroom floor, as she stepped out of it, leaving her in her tiny panties, also black. She was nothing if not consistent… and gorgeous.

“This is very exciting,” Shelagh whispered, hooking her thumbs in the thin strips of fabric that arched over her hips. “I never even considered doing it before yesterday, but it’s soooooooo hot!”

She wasn’t very specific about what ‘this’ was. Stripping for another woman? Stripping at all? I chose to assume she meant getting naked before my eyes, and I agreed with her assessment; it most definitely was soooooo hot.

I suddenly realized how unfair I was being to Vonnie, staring at my sister… who was now totally naked, having stepped clear of her panties… as though she was the first unclothed woman I had ever seen. Two days ago, I was looking at her that way. I didn’t want her to think I was over her already. I didn’t want to be that guy.

She didn’t even notice. She was too busy checking out Shelagh’s pouty little pussy to pay any attention to me, so I didn’t fight it. I cast my eyes on the little gap at the top of my sister’s thighs as well, where two lips laid open like butterfly wings.

“Oh god, Shelly, you’ve got such a pretty kitty,” I heard, but it wasn’t my voice that said it. It was Siobhan, who apparently had as great an appreciation for my sister’s vulva as I did. I looked at her, a bit surprised.

“What?” she giggled, with a smile. “I think most women are a little bi-curious. All I know is… that’s a very sexy pussy. I’d lick it.”

What was that sound? Oh, right… My mind being blown. My Aunt… who just happened to be naked, gripping my erection tight, and my lover… had just told me she would willingly lick my sister’s cunt. The sister, who was also naked, and currently looking for a way under the covers to join us in bed. The whole ‘no sex with blood relatives’ thing was going to take a beating today. Of that I was sure.

“Um, I think I’d like to see that,” I laughed, lifting my arm to allow my sister to squeeze in beside me. She slid her body along mine, and within seconds, I was in boob-lover’s heaven, with a voluptuous pair pressed against me from each side. “Hi Shelly,” I smiled.

“Hi!” she giggled. “You’re so warm,” she commented, caressing my chest with her hand.

“Warm?” Vonnie asked. “You have no idea, sweetie. Wanna see it?” She moved her hand, shifting the tent pole and focusing everyone’s attention on the obvious bulge in the covers.

I was the ‘it’ in this case. Well, a particular part of me, anyway. Vonnie still had her grip on my twig and berries, and was offering Shelagh a peek.

“Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” I objected. “After all, it’s my dick.” I was joking, of course. Shelagh could look at it all she wanted to. I was hoping she’d do a lot more than just look.

“Oh pleeeeease, Danny” she begged. “I didn’t really get to see it that well last night, and it’s been driving me nuts ever since. Show me. Lemme see? Please?”

She was probably yanking my chain, but having any woman, especially one as beautiful as my sister, beg for a peek at my package? Oh yeah. Really good for the ego.

I picked up the edge of the covers, and peeled them back slowly. Shelly leaned closer. I guess I wasn’t going fast enough, so Vonnie pulled my stiff shaft out into the open.

“Ta da!” Vonnie smiled.

“Yowza! Where did THAT come from?” Shelly asked, eyes wide, staring at my cock intently. “Maybe you got all the penis each of us girls didn’t need when we gave up our Y-chromosome.”

“Why? Is it big?” I asked. I wasn’t one of those guys who goes around comparing his Johnson to everyone else’s in the locker room. I figured it was what it was… but if what it was, was big? Well, a woman’s opinion couldn’t hurt.

“Oh yeah!” Vonnie chimed in. She turned it slightly with her hand, admiring it. She smiled. “It’s huge.”

Shelly’s eyes were still locked on my penis, and she nodded.

“Yup, that’s a big dick,” she breathed, unconsciously licking her lips. “Who knew my brother was hung?”

“Who knew my sister was stacked?” I returned the compliment.

“Thanks,” she blushed, “but these are hard to hide,” she said, cupping her firm breasts. “I had no idea you were packing that monster.”

All this dick appreciation was going right to my head. Prior to now, ‘hung’, ‘huge’, and ‘monster’ were not words I would have used to describe my equipment. I had a new love for my sister, and we hadn’t even had sex yet.

“Um, I really hate to bring this up,” Vonnie said, making a sour face, “but, there’s only one of him, and there are two of us. Who gets to have him first? Rock, paper, scissors?”

“No, no,” Shelly shook her head. “You were here first. I’m the interloper. You fuck him first. I trust you won’t mind if I stay and watch?” bağcılar escort

“Not at all,” Vonnie smiled. “It’s okay if your sister watches us have sex, right?” she asked me.

Another question I never thought I’d be asked. I shook my head.

“What? You won’t let her?” Vonnie gasped.

“No. I mean yes, of course she can watch, but that’s not what I shook my head about,” I clarified. “I was just wondering what I did to get so lucky that two women, whom I both love, want to share me.”

“Well, we’ll see about the sharing part,” she smiled. “Right now? Now serving number one!”

Vonnie dropped her mouth over the head of my cock.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I hissed, dropping back onto the pillow.

“Oh wow!” Shelagh gasped.

“Mmmmm, yummy,” Vonnie added, pulling my dick out of her mouth for a second. She plunged it back in a moment later.

Shelagh laid next to me, watching my Aunt sucking my cock from close range. I could see the excitement in her eyes. Vonnie was slurping loudly, drooling all over my shaft, and stroking the half that wouldn’t fit in her mouth.

“This is much better than porn,” she giggled, tracing a finger across my chest. She leaned closer, crushing her breasts against me, and kissed me. Shelagh had kissed me before… on the cheek. Never on the lips, and certainly not on the tonsils, which is pretty much what she was doing right now. I found myself kissing her back, and it was goooooooooooooood.

Suddenly, she was gone, slipping out of the bed while I watched. Her ass wiggled across the room, and she took a seat on the chair by Vonnie’s dressing table. She smiled, and hooked a leg over the armrest, giving me a very nice view between her legs.

I realized the reason she had left the bed… Vonnie was mounting me, so we needed the space, and the chair afforded her a great place to watch from… and masturbate! While I felt Vonnie’s pussy sliding down over my cock, my eyes were inexorably drawn to the juicy pink lips of my sisters own vagina. She began to gently caress herself, and I felt a hand on my chin.

I looked up at Vonnie, who was showing a bit of displeasure on her face.

“Poor etiquette, young man,” she directed. “When a woman is in bed with you, she deserves your full, undivided attention… even if your sister is fingering herself a few feet away! She’ll get her turn when I’m done with you.”

“Yes Ma’am,” I smiled, receiving a kiss for my efforts to ignore the elephant in the room.

Who knew how hard it would be to keep from looking over at my sister? I mean, you’d think that the incredible sensation of a warm, wet vagina, gripping my cock snugly as it slid up and down, would be enough to keep my attention. Any other day, or with any other distraction, that would be true, but today was unique in multiple ways.

It was the first time I was being watched. It was my first experience with group sex. It was the first time a woman was openly masturbating right in front of me, other than the window washer game yesterday. Most unique of all… all those elements were being provided by, of all people, my sister.

That will test your concentration.

Vonnie was very understanding, allowing me a few peeks across the room to where Shelagh was jamming three fingers into her cunt, and twisting her nipples. She took a few looks over there herself. It was easy for Shelagh; her fingers weren’t jealous of her eyes.

My Aunt was moaning softly, rising and falling with exquisite slowness on my dick. She leaned closer, blocking my view of Shelly with her big, round tits.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she breathed, looking down at me.

“Mmmmm,” I grinned, and latched onto her left nipple, sucking as much of her large, dusty-rose coloured areola into my mouth as possible. I flicked my tongue across the rubbery nub of her erect nipple.

“Oh fuck!” Vonnie gasped. “I just love the way you do that! It goes straight to my clit!” She picked up her pace a little, groaning with each stroke. “Oh Shelly, you’re going to love this big cock! It fills me so good! I hope your pussy can handle it!”

I couldn’t see my sister, as Vonnie’s beautiful rack filled my field of view, but I could hear her ragged breathing and moans of escalating passion. I could imagine her fingers plunging deep into her beautiful pussy.

“Oh fuck, Danny, I’m cumming,” Vonnie grunted, yanking her nipple out of my mouth as she sat up to grind herself over my cock harder. She threw her head back, and screamed. “Yes! Yes! YESSSS! THAT’S IT! YESSSSS!”

“GNNAAAHHHHHNNNNNNN! YESSSS!” Shelly sang in harmony, drawing my eyes to her. She was hunched down in the chair, with both legs pointed at the ceiling in a wide V formation, finger-fucking her cunt furiously. Their orgasmic aria echoed through the house, and my brain, until they both stopped singing, and tried to catch their breath.

Vonnie looked down at me. She took a deep ümraniye escort breath.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel you throbbing,” she smiled.

“Very,” I nodded, gritting my teeth.

“Shelly? Want to help me make him cum?” she asked.

My sister was back in a flash. “Oh yeah! Sounds like fun!”

Vonnie quickly dismounted, and gripped my shaft with her hand. Shelly took a spot next to her, and did the same.

My cock was soaked with Vonnie’s abundant juices, and when Shelly touched it, she brought her fingers to her nose. She now had one hand covered in her own honey, and one slick with our Aunt’s slippery discharge. She sniffed them both, and smiled at me.

“Damn! We both smell delicious!” she giggled, helping Vonnie stroke my shaft.

Okay… That’s more than I can take. First, I’m fucking my buxom Aunt, then my sister shows up, and gets naked before my eyes. Then she spreads her legs and masturbates herself to orgasm, while my Aunt is fucking herself on my cock. Now, she’s sniffing her fingers and saying she smells delicious, and so does my Aunt’s pussy. My imagination went in the logical direction, and pictured both of my lovely ladies locked in a sapphic embrace. Oh, and they’re both jerking me off? It was the final straw.

“Ohhhh FUUUUUUUCK!” I bellowed, and erupted.

Usually, Vonnie would be swallowing the ribbons of hot cum that I was shooting. Today, I felt like the fountains at the Bellagio, sending ropes of semen arching though the air while the two of them stroked me to completion, and moaned excitedly.

“Ooooo, yes, Danny!” Shelagh gasped. “Cum Danny! Shoot that hot jizz all over!” Her hand kept jerking my cock furiously, while Vonnie stopped to watch her. My cum was dripping down her hand, and she kept going, squeezing every drop out of my dick. “Shit! That’s a lot of cum!”

She was right about that. There was cum in blots and pools all over my chest and stomach. She released my flagging shaft, which flopped into a puddle of glop. I watched her admire the streams of semen oozing down her hand as she held it up, and gasped as she let some drip from her fingers into her mouth.

It almost made me cum again.

“Oh god, Shelly!” I groaned. “You’re nasty!”

“Mmmmm, yes, and you’re yummy,” she smiled.

Vonnie grabbed Shelly’s hand and sucked three cum covered fingers into her mouth.

Oh shit, they’re both nasty. It’s going to be quite the day, here in Vonnie’s bedroom. I hope I can get it up again within the next thirty seconds, because I have a fresh pussy to fuck.

Watching them clean my cum from each other’s fingers was very enjoyable. The sensation of them licking the spillage from my chest and stomach was equally arousing, but my dick didn’t really react until they were trying to decide which one got to suck the remains from my wilted cock.

It was actually a pretty quick decision. Vonnie slurped my noodle into her mouth, and Shelagh gave me a sly look… and straddled my face! If I thought her pussy looked good from across the room? Well, you should see it from six inches away!

Yes, my sister’s pussy was spectacular; juicy, succulent, aromatic, among other descriptives. Those butterfly lips which the removal of her panties had revealed, had become engorged with blood, and now dangled, pouting open in anticipation of meeting whatever would be parting them. Right now, while Vonnie was resurrecting my erection, what would be parting those lips was my tongue. I craned up, and grazed her labia with my nose, then licked her softly.

“Oh, Danny, yes!” Shelagh moaned. “I love getting my cunt licked! Go for it!”

Go for it indeed! I could feel my cock beginning to respond to Aunt Siobhan’s ministrations, and wanted to get a taste of Shelagh’s delectable snatch before I was forced to fuck her. Forced. Yeah. That’s my story, Mom, and I’m sticking to it. First your sister forced me into her bed, then your daughter did the same. She’ll buy that, right?

Perhaps not.

Well, anyway, Shelly settled lower, letting me reach her soaking wet gash without causing injury. I diddled those butterfly wings playfully with my tongue, and buried my face up her cunt, ramming the bridge of my nose into her clit. I gave her several long licks, from her tart asshole to her excited clitoris. I could just see up her body along her tummy, and through her wide cleavage, occasionally making eye contact as she glanced down past her breasts.

Suddenly, my cock was wet and alone. One disembodied hand reached around and cupped Shelagh’s left breast. Warmth once again surrounded my cock, but it wasn’t from Vonnie’s mouth. She was impaling herself again, and moments later, her other hand grabbed my sister’s right breast. Shelagh leaned back, letting our Aunt fondle her big tits, and me feast on her drooling pussy.

“Oh god, you’re both making me so wet,” she smiled, as Vonnie, kissed the side of her neck. “You’re going to make me cum again!”

I could testify to the wetness, as I was cheeks deep in her cunt. She was dripping, and every bit as delicious as I had hoped. Her thighs were making hearing her vocalizations difficult, as they were against my ears, but I could hear enough to know she was having a very good time. When she grabbed my hair and mashed her pussy on my face, while lolling her head back on Vonnie’s shoulder, I knew what was cumming.

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Party-WG 04 – Peter und Veronica V1.1

Literotica – Bericht von Paul

Gelegentlich schrieb ich rein zum Vergnügen erotische Geschichten. Nachdem ich das wildeste Wochenende meines Lebens verbracht hatte, setzte ich mich an die Tastatur und tippte drauflos. Früher sagte man, es fliesse nur so aus der Feder, oder man brachte etwas zu Papier. Damals war es noch Tinte, die auf physisches Papier floss, jetzt waren es einfach Gedanken, die allerdings in diesem Fall munter flossen, ja geradezu sprudelten, und am Schluss hatte ich eine Datei. Am nächsten Tag feilte ich noch ein bisschen daran herum. Dabei las ich notgedrungen meine eigene Geschichte und sie gefiel mir sehr gut. Ich hatte natürlich alle Namen von Personen und Orten geändert, aber das tat der Lebendigkeit keinen Abbruch. Mein Text wirkte auf mich selbst sehr süffig.

Schlussendlich blieb nur noch eine Frage: Würde die Geschichte auch anderen Lesern gefallen, die nicht selbst dabei waren? Das kann man herausfinden, indem man den Text bei Literotica.com veröffentlicht. Innerhalb von Stunden bekam die Geschichte mehr Klicks als die meisten anderen meiner Geschichten. Irgendetwas an der Story musste Leser anziehen. Vielleicht war meine Behauptung, dass es einen ‘Webfehler’ geben müsse, gar nicht so abwegig? Es könnte ja sein, dass ein Leser, der jemanden kannte, der in einer ähnlichen Situation war, diesen Bekannten auf die Geschichte hinwies oder so etwas. Ein solcher Mechanismus würde die hohen Leserzahlen erklären.

So oder so, ich freute mich einfach mal über die recht guten Bewertungen und die vielen Klicks.

Gute Bewertungen und viele Klicks bewirken bei mir, dass ich motiviert bin, eine Fortsetzung zu schreiben. Das tat ich dann auch. So entstand die Rugby-Geschichte, die noch etwas bessere Bewertungen bekam, aber nicht so viele Leser anzog. Ich verglich die beiden Stories und fand, verglichen mit der Rugby-Story enthielt die Amanda-Story fast keinen Sex, und Stories ohne oder mit wenig Sex werden auf Literotica meistens weniger oft gelesen oder bekommen deutlich schlechtere Bewertungen. Amanda und Barbie behielten aber ihre Position in den Top Ten. Das fand ich bemerkenswert.

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Peter – Bericht von Paul

Dann erhielt ich eine persönliche Mitteilung, in der ein Leser zum Ausdruck brachte, er wünschte sich, die Party-WG wäre nicht bloss eine Erfindung von mir. Er würde wer weiss was darum geben, zu einer solchen Party eingeladen zu werden.

Ich schrieb zurück. Die WG gibt es tatsächlich, nur ist sie an einem ganz anderen Ort und die Personen heissen ebenfalls anders. Ich könnte mir durchaus vorstellen, eine Einladung für ihn zu bekommen, aber dazu müsste ich seine Motivation verstehen und vielleicht wäre es nötig, dass er sein Pseudonym lüftet.

Das tat er tatsächlich. Ich erfuhr seine vollständige Adresse, allerdings mit der Bitte, seine Anonymität so weit zu wahren, wie es immer möglich wäre, denn er wolle nicht seine persönlichen Anliegen unnötig mit seinem Geschäftsleben vermischen. Aus diesem Grunde nennen wir diese Person hier einfach Peter.

Ich bedankte mich für das Vertrauen und bat um Geduld. Ich liess keine Zweifel an meiner Absicht, Erkundigungen einzuziehen. Ein Mensch, der etwas zu verbergen hat, wäre vermutlich über meine bewusst inquisitorischen Formulierungen erschrocken und hätte irgendwie negativ reagiert. Peter antwortete lakonisch. «Ok. Bin ich gewohnt.»

Nun begann ich zu recherchieren. Bereits in öffentlich zugänglichen Registern wurde ich fündig. Der Mann besass eine Software-Firma mit Verbindungen nach Indien. Da ich ebenfalls solche Verbindungen hatte, allerdings privat, konnte ich Erkundigungen über seinen indischen Geschäftspartner einholen, und die fielen äusserst positiv aus. Mein indischer Freund, der ebenfalls in dieser Branche tätig war, hatte schon Geschäfte mit der betreffenden Firma abgewickelt und sie halfen sich gegenseitig bei Engpässen mit Fachpersonal aus. Ich wusste, dass Inder das nur taten, wenn sie sich wirklich vertrauten.

Das Geschäftsmodell von Peter ist an sich bekannt: Eine lokale Firma akquiriert Aufträge für Software-Entwicklungen, beschäftigt im deutschen Sprachraum nur relativ wenig Personal und lässt alle personalintensiven Arbeiten in Indien erledigen. Die lokalen Mitarbeiter benötigen allerdings neben technischen und applikatorischen Fachkenntnissen kommunikatorische und sprachliche Fähigkeiten. Diese Anforderungen machten das Geschäftsmodell zur Herausforderung und mehr als eine Firma ist an dem bisher ungeklärten Phänomen gescheitert, dass viele begnadete Ingenieure nicht besonders gut kommunizieren, und schon gar nicht in fremder Zunge. Die Firma von Peter existierte aber schon sechs Jahre und schien mit der Herausforderung zumindest einigermassen zurecht zu kommen. Man kann das ein Stück weit an der Art ablesen, wie eine Firma am Personalmarkt auftritt. Dazu escort muss man einfach die Stelleninserate studieren, welche die Firma in den Job-Börsen veröffentlicht.

Je länger ich recherchierte, desto interessanter fand ich das Thema. Ich war selbst nie in so einer Umgebung tätig gewesen, hatte aber schon viel davon gehört, vor allem von Fällen, wo dieses Geschäftsmodell nicht funktioniert hat. In den Anfängen gab es groteske Fehlschläge. Eine recht renommierte Firma im Alpenraum versuchte beispielsweise das nächstliegende: Gut ausgebildete indische Software-Entwickler nach Europa zu holen. Diese kamen begeistert an, leisteten sofort gute Arbeit und alles schien perfekt. Nach ein paar Monaten vermissten sie etwas, wussten aber selbst nicht genau was. Ein findiger Personalsachbearbeiter fand dann heraus, dass die Inder ganz einfach unter Heimweh litten. Die in durchwegs kinderreichen Familien aufgewachsenen Inder ertrugen die Trennung von ihren Familien sehr schlecht. Ihre Leistungsfähigkeit liess nach und die Firma sah ein: So geht es nicht.

Peter schien keine solchen Fehler gemacht zu haben, oder dann hatte er die Wunden davon bereits geschlossen. Die Liste seiner Referenzen machte einen gesunden Eindruck. Wäre ich ein potentielle Kunde gewesen, hätte ich mich sofort mit früheren Kunden von Peter in Verbindung setzten und die berühmte Frage stellen können: Würden Sie ihm wieder einen Auftrag geben? Dann kann man mit der Stoppuhr messen, was man dort von Peter und seiner Firma hält.

Ich tat das nicht, denn ich wollte ja Peter keinen Software-Auftrag geben. Aber nun hatte ich eine andere Idee: Ich schaute nochmals die Stelleninserate durch, aber diesmal mit anderen Augen. Tatsächlich fand ich ein Inserat, das recht gut zu mir selbst passte. Ich zögerte etwas, aber am nächsten Tag schickte ich an die Firma von Peter eine Mail mit meinem Kurzlebenslauf. Dabei verwendete ich meinen echten Namen, nicht mein Literotica-Pseudonym, und auch das Mail-Konto war ein anderes. So gesehen war ich nun inkognito unterwegs.

Die positive Antwort, die ich erhielt, machte mich darauf aufmerksam, dass ich nur angestellt würde, wenn ich ‘sehr, sehr gut’ in das ‘relativ kleine Team’ passen würde. Diese Beurteilung behalte sich der Chef und Gründer des Unternehmens immer selbst vor, deshalb würde der nächste Schritt darin bestehen, ein längeres Gespräch mit Peter zu führen.

Dass Peter Personalfragen zur Chefsache machte, sprach nur für ihn. Ich hätte bei einer ‘ernsthaften’ Bewerbung bei einem kleineren Unternehmen meinerseits Wert darauf gelegt, jene Person kennenzulernen, welche die Firmenkultur prägte.

Ein Termin wurde gefunden. Ich lernte Peter kennen und wir verstanden uns sofort so gut, dass ich mich entschloss, die Karten auf den Tisch zu legen. Das war ebenfalls eine Art Test. Wie würde er mit der Tatsache umgehen, dass ich mich ‘eingeschlichen’ hatte?

Peter sah darin überhaupt kein Problem. Er fand die Idee sogar kreativ und die Tatsache, dass ich selbst ein Software-Ingenieur war, interpretierte er als Wink des Schicksals. Plötzlich änderte sich sein Gesprächsstil. Nun wollte er mehr über mich wissen, wo ich im Moment arbeite, welche Stellung ich im Moment bekleide, wie es mir gefiele, wie die Aussichten aussähen und am Schluss wollte er wissen, was man mir in dieser Grosskonzernfirma bezahlen würde. Er wollte offenbar wissen, ob er da mithalten konnte. Ich sagte ihm die Grössenordnung und er reagierte etwas nachdenklich. Später erfuhr ich, dass die Zahl, die ich ihm nannte, etwas über dem lag, was er selber als Lohn bezog und gegenüber dem Finanzamt auswies.

Schlussendlich gab er sich einen Ruck: «Ich werde es möglich machen. Statt einer neuen Gruppe werde ich eine neue Abteilung schaffen und die Stellenbeschreibung etwas aufpeppen bzw. genau auf Deine Person zuschneiden. Du besitzt ja ein paar nicht ganz alltägliche Weiterbildungen. Führungserfahrung. Auslanderfahrung. Damit lässt sich etwas machen. Ich will, dass Du für mich arbeitest!» Somit waren wir jetzt also beim Du.

Als nächstes fragte er seine Sekretärin, ob sie sämtliche weiteren Termine für heute verschieben könnte. Das war zu machen. Wir verliessen das Firmengebäude und setzten uns in ein Restaurant.

Peter war vermutlich ein paar wenige Jahre älter als ich, aber er strotzte vor Energie und im Moment war er offensichtlich voller Tatkraft. Das konnte nicht allein am Software-Business liegen. Ich war jetzt richtig gespannt.

«So. Schluss mit Software. Du hast doch geschrieben, dass es diese WG tatsächlich gibt, nicht bloss in Deiner Fantasie.» — «Stimmt. Warum ist das für Dich so wichtig?» — «Das wird jetzt eine längere Geschichte.»

Tatsächlich erzählte er bis tief in den Abend hinein eine relativ tragische Geschichte, bei der es sich vor allem um seine langjährige Freundin handelte. Zum Glück war Peter als Ingenieur gewohnt, seine Gedanken zu strukturieren, sonst wäre ich vermutlich total verwirrt worden. Im Prinzip handelte es sich um drei ineinander verwobene Geschichten. sex hikaye Seine Freundin – wir nennen sie hier Veronica – hatte drei Probleme: Erstens war ihre Mutter eben genau so ein Fall wie meine und jene von Amanda. Zweitens war die Freundin nicht gewohnt, selbst zu entscheiden, da in ihrer Familie die Eltern wussten, was für die Kinder gut ist. Noch vor kurzem waren von den Vätern arrangierte Ehen die Norm gewesen. Drittens konnte sie über ein Thema unmöglich vernünftig mit ihrer Mutter reden, nämlich über ihre Beziehung zu Peter.

Diese Beziehung litt unter einer Art Kulturschock: Die italienisch-stämmige, sehr konservativ erzogene Veronica konnte sich zwar theoretisch durchaus in das Weltbild von Peter hineindenken, da sie sehr intelligent war, aber gleich selbst mitzumachen, war dann doch etwas anderes. Sie hatte ganz offensichtlich grosse Angst vor dem Ungewissen, und der polyamoröse Lebenswandel, der Peter vorschwebte, war natürlich voller Ungewissheiten. Peter verwendete übrigens das Wort ‘polyamorös’ nie selbst, sondern brauchte sehr viele Wörter, um seine Präferenzen und Ansichten zu beschreiben, aber alles lief genau darauf hinaus.

Diese drei Probleme befeuerten sich gegenseitig. Als Folge davon war die Beziehung zu Veronica völlig festgefahren. Beide fühlten sich unfähig, sich zu bewegen. Peter liebte Veronica über alles, aber seine Schwiegermutter in Spe hatte in seinem Lebensentwurf definitiv keinen Platz.

Als er nun meine Geschichte gelesen hatte, kamen ihm gleich drei Ideen: Erstens sollte sich Veronica Amanda zum Vorbild nehmen und ihre Beziehung mit ihrer Mutter bereinigen, was vermutlich ein Kappen bedeutete. Zweitens sollte ein möglichst ‘verruchter’ Lebenswandel das Kappen der Beziehung beschleunigen oder gar erzwingen. Die Mutter würde sich vermutlich sofort von einer Tochter lossagen, die an einer Orgie teilgenommen hatte. Drittens sollte Veronica auf den Geschmack kommen, möglichst bisexuell und beziehungsoffen zu werden.

Ich konnte es mir nicht verkneifen: «Ganz schön gewagt, dieser Ansatz. Das könnte aber auch total in die Hosen gehen. Dann bist Du Veronica definitiv los.» — «Ja, ich weiss, aber ein Ende mit Schrecken ist besser als ein Schrecken ohne Ende.» — «Wie willst Du Veronica darauf vorbereiten?» — «Überhaupt nicht, sondern ins kalte Wasser werfen, damit sie erwacht. Ich bin es so satt, dass sie sich selbst betrügt, indem sie die Entscheidung immer wieder vertagt, und sich laufend bei mir entschuldigt, weil sie sieht, dass wir beide unter ihrer Unentschlossenheit leiden.» — «Also Schocktherapie.»

An dieser Stelle setzte sich Peter anders hin und machte einen richtig entschlossenen Eindruck: «Vielleicht drückt hier der Geschäftsmann etwas durch. In unserem Business bekommt man es hin und wieder mit unmöglichen Gesellen zu tun. Kunden, die keine Termine einhalten beispielsweise. Da habe ich gelernt, dass man immer an einem Punkt ankommt, wo nur noch ein massiver Schnitt hilft. Kannst Du Dir das vorstellen?» — «Ja, obschon ich selbst weniger unter diesen Problemen leide. In einem Konzern verteilen sich Freuden und Leiden auf viele Schultern. Aber ich denke, als kleine Firma kann man nicht viele Probleme vertagen, sonst landet man beim Konkursrichter.» — «Genau. Das ist der Unterschied zwischen einer Wissenschaft wie Physik und Business. Der oberste Richter ist in der Physik das Experiment, im Geschäft der Konkursrichter. Beide sind jedoch absolut unerbittlich.»

Der letzte Gedanke war mir bekannt. Meinen jüngeren Kollegen sagte ich fast wörtlich genau das, wenn sie frisch von der Schule bei uns anfingen. Peter und ich würden uns wirklich ausgezeichnet verstehen und ich war jetzt wild entschlossen, ihm bei seinen Problemen rund um Veronica zu helfen.

«Ok, ich werde mit den Mitbewohnern von Amanda sprechen, ihnen Dein Problem schildern, ohne Deine Identität preiszugeben, nur die Namen Peter und Veronica verwenden, und auf ‘bald’ drängen. Wenn das schief geht, werden wir uns vermutlich nicht mehr so gut mögen wie jetzt. Wenn es gut geht, können wir über unsere Geschäftsbeziehungen reden. Vorher denke ich, ist das nicht so sinnvoll.» — «Sehe ich auch so. Auf in den Kampf Torero!»

***

Eine Orgie wird organisiert – Bericht von Paul

Wir machten einen Spaziergang im Park zu dritt. Ich beschrieb Amanda und Barbie die Situation von Peter und Veronica und schloss mit den Worten: «Könnt Ihr Euch vorstellen, dass Eure Mitbewohner behilflich wären, eine bewusst ‘verruchte’ Fete auf die Beine zu stellen. Sie muss so verrucht sein, dass sie Veronica erlaubt, ihrer Mutter einen Schock zu versetzen.»

Barbie bewies wieder einmal ihre natürliche Intelligenz: «Ich bin zwar keine Mutter, und in erzkonservativen Kreisen kenne ich mich auch nicht aus, aber ich stelle mir vor, wenn ich hören würde, dass meine Tochter an einem Wochenende mit vier Männern und sechs Frauen Sex gehabt hätte, käme ich ganz rasch auf die Welt.» — «Und ich bin überzeugt, dass alle Mitbewohner mitmachen werden, schon nişantaşı escort um Dir einen Gefallen zu tun. Die vier Frauen sind immer noch überzeugt, ohne Deine Stiefeltritt-Therapie wäre ich heute noch ein Kotzbrocken.» — «Was ist mit Marc und Jack?» — «Kein Problem. Die beiden sind für jede Schandtat zu haben, bei der es Frischfleisch gibt. Die Orgie ist so gut wie organisiert. Ob sie das gewünschte Resultat erzeugt, ist aber eine andere Frage. Alles hängt davon ab, wie Veronica reagiert.»

Ich war echt gerührt, wie sich die Frauen ins Zeug legten. Zum Dank küsste ich beide ausführlich. Wir hatten während des intensiven Gesprächs gar nicht auf unsere Umgebung geachtet. Nun merkte ich erst, dass auf der Parkbank gegenüber vier jüngere Männer Platz genommen und uns schon eine ganze Zeit lang zugeschaut hatten. Ich hatte mich immer noch nicht daran gewöhnt, so viele neidische Blicke auf mich zu ziehen, aber Amanda und Barbie erregten allein durch ihre Haarpracht immer wieder Aufmerksamkeit. Wenn ich mit einer der beiden durch den Park ging, kam es schon vor, dass ein Mann stehen blieb und uns nachschaute.

Zusammen reichten die beiden offenbar aus, um die lokale Männerwelt durcheinander zu bringen. Als ich die beiden nun abwechselnd französisch küsste und natürlich umarmte, konnte ich über den Kiesplatz hinweg trotz des plätschernden Brunnens klar hören: «Wir haben keine und der hat gleich zwei!» Ein Mann, der behauptet, das liesse ihn kalt, lügt. Ich gebe zu: Mir schwoll die Brust, denn mittlerweile hatte ich mich ziemlich gründlich in die beiden verliebt und ertappte mich laufend dabei, wie ich an ‘meine’ Frauen dachte, wobei ich manchmal nicht ganz sicher war, ob sich das nur auf diese beiden oder gar auf alle sechs bezog…

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Eine überraschende Wendung – Bericht von Paul

Als ich nach Hause kam, wartete eine Mail von Peter auf mich. Es habe sich eine erfreuliche Beschleunigung ergeben.

Peter hatte über meine Frage, wie er Veronica vorbereiten wolle, nochmals nachgedacht, blieb aber vorerst bei seiner Meinung, da helfe nur eine Schock-Therapie. Dann las er meine Fortsetzungsgeschichte über Sex-Rugby. Diese Geschichte enthielt viel mehr Information über den Life-Style in der WG als die erste. Peter entschloss sich zu einem Strategie-Wechsel: Er wollte Veronica noch eine letzte Chance geben, ihr Schicksal bewusst in die eigene Hand zu nehmen, und zwar, indem er sie aufforderte, die beiden Geschichten zu lesen. Er rechnete sich aus, dass diese Art von Literatur für die erzkonservativ erzogene Veronica selbst eine Schock-Therapie darstellen und den gewünschten Klärungsprozess beschleunigen könnte.

Diese Spekulation ging tatsächlich auf und zeitigte ein viel besseres Resultat als Peter je zu hoffen gewagt hätte. Nachdem Veronica die beiden Stories gelesen und geradezu akribisch studiert hatte, sei sie zu ihm gekommen und hätte verkündet: «Ich fahre jetzt zu Mutter!»

Sie wartete gar nicht ab, ob Peter etwas dazu sagen würde, sondern machte auf dem Absatz kehrt und weg war sie. Als sie zurückkam, war sie ein anderer Mensch. Sie hätte sich genau überlegt, was sie wollte, es ihrer Mutter erklärt und damit basta! Als nächstes fragte sie, ob Peter eine Einladung zu einer solchen Party besorgen könnte.

Soweit die Mail von Peter, die mit der Bitte um telefonischen Rückruf endete.

Mir war noch nicht ganz klar, was das wirklich bedeutete, weil ich Veronica überhaupt nicht kannte. Peter, der wusste, wie temperamentvoll die südländische Frau sein konnte, verstand offenbar sehr viel genauer, was das Wenige bedeutete, das Veronica von sich gab. Am Telefon kam ich zunächst überhaupt nicht zu Wort, denn Peter schwebte auf Wolken. Er war überzeugt, es wäre eigentlich bereits geschafft. Veronica sei über den Berg, kuriert, geheilt oder wie immer man das nennen wolle. Natürlich sei das alles noch frisch, müsse ausgebaut, gefestigt und bestätigt werden, aber das würde sich alles finden. «Wann kann die Party steigen?»

Jetzt wollte Veronica es so richtig wissen. Sie wollte die Personen kennenlernen. Sie wolle den Life-Style der sechs Frauen kennenlernen. Sie wollte sich austoben, wenn nicht gar Versäumtes nachholen. Sie sei wie ausgewechselt. Peter kannte sie gar nicht mehr.

Ich musste ihn etwas bremsen: «Ich habe noch keine Bestätigung, aber wir gehen davon aus, dass Ihr am Freitagabend um neunzehn Uhr zu uns stossen würdet. Ich habe auch noch kein Passwort. Du bekommst voraussichtlich morgen Abend eine Mail von mir.» — «Bestens. Danke.» — «Bitte. Die Kleidervorschriften kennst Du ja schon aus der Literotica-Geschichte.»

Kaum hatte ich das Gespräch mit Peter beendet, klingelte das Telefon schon wieder und Barbie übermittelte die Bestätigung. Das Motto hiesse ‘Veronica der Lenz ist da’. Die ganze Veranstaltung werde auf ein Ziel ausgerichtet: Veronica solle sich maximal willkommen fühlen. Mehr Details wollte mir Barbie nicht verraten. Es solle auch für mich etwas abenteuerlich sein, meinte sie noch…

Also schickte ich die Mail schon einen Tag früher als versprochen los und wartete gespannt auf Freitag. Später erfuhr ich, dass auch Peter den Freitagabend nicht erwarten konnte. Im Geschäft sei er von allen gefragt worden, was mit ihm passiert sei. So viel Überschwang und Tatendrang sei man nicht mal von ihm gewohnt.

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I’m in my late twenties, now, and I’m married, for the second time. But when my wife isn’t around, I still like to masturbate. I think my masturbation habit developed after my divorce, when I didn’t get to fuck as regularly as I like.

When I play with my cock I usually think about having sex with women. As I stroke and fondle my penis I think about sucking erect nipples and licking wet pussies and about having my cock sucked by horny nude sluts. I make myself have an orgasm by thinking about sticking my penis into wet, ready vaginas, fucking like a goat until I made my imaginary nasty naked girls cum.

But a funny thing happened to me after that divorce. Ever since then, when I jack off I find myself thinking about having sex with men. While I fantasize about sliding my penis into a warm, slippery cunt, suddenly the thought of sucking a hard cock at the same time comes up, and I get really, really aroused. Sometimes I work my finger up into my anus while I masturbate. I imagine myself fucking a guy in the asshole, playing with his erect, throbbing cock. In my fantasy a naked girl watches us and plays with her clit and gives me her pussy to lick. Masturbation daydreams like this make me so horny that I often orgasm right then and there, squirting hot, thick, white cum all over my bed or the shower.

And a while ago, shortly after the divorce, I met a couple who made these dreams come true.

I met them running in the park. I just happened to be running behind this couple on the trail, and they really caught my eye. They were obviously experienced runners. It showed; her butt was tight and sweet under her cute little shorts. I slowed down to run behind them so I could watch her ass crack switch back and forth under the tight, smooth cloth. The cheeks of her round, hard little butt pumped and flexed as she ran. There was just enough fat on her ass that her ass cheeks jiggled a little with each step. My ex-wife had an ass like that. I thought about my ex-wife’s ass. I wondered if this girl’s ass, naked, looked like my ex-wife’s ass, naked. I started getting an erection as I ran.

Then those new tendencies popped up. I started to notice that the guy’s butt was nice, too. I found myself thinking nasty thoughts about his asshole and penis. I wondered if he was wearing a jock strap or if his cock was bouncing as he ran. My erection stirred as I watched the two of them move.

I ran up alongside them. She had blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing little blue running shorts and a tight white sleeveless T-shirt over a sports bra. Her round, full breasts bounced just deliciously when she ran. She had bigger tits than my ex-wife. I couldn’t help but stare. She smiled at me. She seemed to like having her tits looked at.

I struck up a conversation, which continued throughout the run. She kept smiling over at me as we talked. She had big brown eyes. A friend of mine once called the look a girl gives you when she wants you “the Fuck Look”. All through the run she kept giving me the Fuck Look.

He was a nice looking guy, very smiley and buff. They told me right away that they were married, but with as she kept looking at me with those hot eyes, I started to wonder what their relationship really was. When we got to the end of the run they invited me over to their place for dinner.

When I got to their apartment she answered the door in a bathrobe. Her hair was wet. She told me she had just showered. I pictured her naked in the shower, and my cock throbbed a little. Her husband came in, and we shook hands and said “hi”.

Dinner was delicious: some kind of chicken with rice, with a sort of chocolate mousse pie for desert. They had a great red wine, and we all drank a lot of it.. During dinner she kept giving me the Fuck Look. Her robe was open enough that I could see the full swell of her beautiful breasts. I couldn’t help but stare. Every time she caught me looking at her tits, she smiled. With the Fuck Smile. Her eyes smoldered with lust. I kept looking at her husband, but he didn’t notice or didn’t care.

After dinner we went into their living room. We sat around and drank wine and talked. She was still in her bathrobe. The way she sat curled up on the sofa made the robe ride up off her legs, and I could see a little sliver of her ass. Then she moved in a way that caused the robe to fall open in the front. I could see most of one breast, soft and full and round. I even saw the edge of her pinkish brown nipple. She was obviously completely naked under the robe. My cock was stiff in my pants.

We were all getting a little drunk. The conversation turned to sex. She told a dirty joke about King Kong’s penis. I told another penis joke, then her husband did too. We all began joking and talking about fucking and sucking and tits and pussies and cocks and assholes.

She told me they had a porn collection, and she asked me if I liked porn. I said “yes”, of course. She asked me if I wanted to see some of it. “Yes, please.” What else? I couldn’t wait.

Her husband brought out some DVDs küçükbakkalköy escort and put one in. It was an orgy movie, with about twenty naked men and women fingering and licking and sucking and fucking each other in every way possible. Girls were eating each other’s cunts and sucking each other’s tits and getting fucked in every hole by multiple men. Men were wildly fucking the girls’ pussies and mouths and asses and sucking each other’s cocks and licking and fingering and fucking each other’s assholes. Naked, writhing men and women were fucking and sucking and masturbating each other to orgasm all over the place.

I was sitting next to her on the couch while we watched the porn. Her husband was on the her other side. I could feel the heat of her body through our clothes. Her breathing was getting harder and harder. She put her hand on my thigh and began softly stroking my leg as we watched.

A scene came up in the movie where a girl was getting fucked in the asshole. She was on her knees, masturbating herself as some guys took turns sodomizing her. Her fingers were rubbing and penetrating her wet pussy while stiff, bulging penises plunged in and out of her red, stretched anus. She was squirming and bucking with pleasure, wildly humping the hard cocks that went up her ass. Her naked body was glistening with the sweat of sexual excitement.

“Do you guys ever do that?” I asked, jokingly. “Every day,” she said, giggling. “Usually three or four times,” he said. We all laughed.

Then the camera in the video panned to two men making love to each other. They were sixty-nining, sucking each other’s hard dicks. Then one guy climbed on top of the other and lowered his asshole down over the other guy’s stiff prick. First his erect penis was waving around as he humped his asshole on the other guy’s cock, then the other guy began to masturbate him, stroking his penis as they fucked.

“Do you ever do that?” she asked. “I’d like to,” I said. “I would too.” he said. “I’d like to watch,” she murmered. My heart was beating hard.

She was panting softly now, her body moving against me in a steady, sensual rhythm. As we watched the people fuck, she began stroking my leg, higher and higher, until she was softly bumping her hand against the tip of my erection through my pants. I glanced over at them. Her husband had his hand under her robe between her legs. It looked like he was rubbing her there in rhythm with the movements of her pelvis. He was finger-fucking her pussy right there in front of me. And she was enjoying it. Her hand was stroking right across the head of my penis by this time. She masturbated me through my pants with one hand. Then she slipped her other hand into her robe and began playing with her breast and nipple under the soft cloth.

Her husband slid her bathrobe off her other breast. He leaned over and started sucking it, squeezing it and kissing her nipple. She was moaning softly. She leaned up to me and kissed me hard on the mouth. Her tongue slid deep into my mouth, and mine into hers. We licked each other’s tongues. She slid the rest of her bathrobe off her tit and put my hand against her big, soft, full breast. As I caressed and squeezed her nipple she leaned back and a shudder of ecstasy ran through her. Her husband’s hand was working her under the bathrobe, stroking and fondling her vagina.

She suddenly got up and shifted her position, lowering herself onto her husband’s lap. “Oh, oh, oh my God!” she moaned. I hadn’t noticed until now that his pants were around his ankles. His penis was naked. She had just sat on his cock. She began fucking herself on him, moving her body up and down on his penis, gasping and moaning. His hand was between her legs, stroking her clitoris as they fucked. Her robe had fallen off both of her tits. They were gloriously naked, round and soft and full. Her nipples were stiff with excitement. She was caressing herself, squeezing her breasts and pulling on her nipples.

I got up and slid off my pants. My erect dick was throbbing with excitement. I moved over and brushed the tip of my cock against her face. She immediately took my penis in her hand, opened her mouth wide, and slid her warm, moist lips over the head of my dick. She stroked my dick head with her tongue and lips, looking up at me, her eyes half closed with sexual excitement.. She took my penis out of her mouth for a moment and said, with a soft smile, Yum.”

She wiggled her bathrobe all the way off. Totally naked, her body glistening with the sweat of her sexual heat, she began to stroke and suck my erect dick in rhythm with her fucking.

Her husband was masturbating her steadily as she worked her pussy up and down on his cock. She moaned and panted harder and harder. She was sucking my penis so hard it almost hurt. Then she took my prick out of her mouth again and looked up at me pleadingly.

“Lick me, please,” she said softly, her voice thick and heavy with sex.

I got down on my knees in front of them moda escort and looked at his big, throbbing cock sliding in and out of her wet, naked pussy. His penis was dripping with her vaginal secretions. Her cunt was quivering and spasming with pleasure as he fucked it. It looked so delicious! I had to taste it. I buried my face in her wet crotch and rubbed my lips and tongue against their genitals. I licked her pussy lips and his hard penis shaft and her swollen, excited clitoris. Her vagina was hot and fragrant and dripping. Her clitoris felt electric against my tongue. His penis and her cunt lips and her hot, erect, clit throbbed and pulsed against my lips and mouth and face. I rubbed my hard cock against her leg as I licked and kissed and tasted their sex organs.

Suddenly she shouted and writhed. “Oh fuck! Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh my God!” She jerked and spasmed as orgasm after orgasm shook her body. Her pussy suddenly became very wet against my face. I licked harder and she shrieked with pleasure, then pulled my face away. Then, a moment later, she pushed my mouth back into her crotch. Her husband was still fucking her steadily. I licked her to another orgasm and she moaned and spasmed again and pulled me away. When she pushed my face back into her crotch I began licking her again, but her husband’s penis slipped out of her quivering vagina and right into my mouth. I loved it! I moved my lips over the hot head of his penis, then took his cock deep into my mouth. She was moving her hips feverishly, gasping and whining with excitement, trying to find his penis as I sucked it. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and pushed it back into her vagina with my lips. She let out a little cry of pleasure and began fucking again.

Together we worked her clit and pussy to several more orgasms. Every now and then, as he fucked her and I licked her, he’d let his penis slip out into my mouth and I’d suck his cock for a little while before putting it back into her vagina.

Her orgasms were getting softer and softer. Then he grunted and moaned. I felt his testicles tighten against my face. I felt his penis throb hard and his hips quivered under my hands. His cock and her pussy became very wet against my mouth, and I smelled and tasted the unmistakeable yeasty, saltiness of sperm. His cum ran out of her orgasming pussy, down his cock and onto my face and mouth and tongue. And as I licked up his orgasm, she came again, harder than she had all night. She screamed with pleasure. Her pussy clenched and spasmed and her sex juice oozed out of her vagina to mingle with his sperm in my mouth.

They humped and squirmed against each other for a little while as I licked them. Then his cock got softer and softer, and their movements got gentler and gentler until finally they lay still together and his wet, limp penis slipped out of her. I wasn’t licking them now. I just watched them. Snuggled naked against each other, they kind of sank down in a heap on the couch and fell sound asleep.

I looked at them and softly fondled my dick. They looked so pretty, so cute, somehow, tangled naked together asleep like. The only problem was, I hadn’t had an orgasm yet. My penis was hard as rock and I was horny as hell. I went into the kitchen and got some chicken and pie and a glass of wine. I liked walking around their apartment naked, with an erection.

The TV was still on. The DVD player had been on all this time, but the porn movie had long since run out, and the movie intro was playing and re-playing on the screen. I found the remote by the couch, turned the sound down, and searched the scenes until I found the one we had been watching when we started to fuck. I sat down in front of the couch, pushed play, and as I watched the people fuck I ate and masturbated. After I finished the food and wine I just masturbated.

After a while I heard the couple stir. She stretched and got up to go to the bathroom. She stroked my shoulders as she walked by me, and looked down at my cock. “Nice.” she said.

I heard her take a shower. When she came back she sat down beside me. She smelled good. Her hair was up in a towel, but the rest of her was naked.

“It seems like a waste,” she said, “A nice, hard penis like that, all alone.” She leaned into my lap and took my cock in her mouth. Her stiff, tingling nipples brushed against my leg as she sucked me.

She played with my dick. I heard him get up and go to the bathroom. He took a shower too. Then he came back, naked also, his cock very erect. She was kneeling on all fours, sucking my dick. He knelt down behind her and slid his penis up into her pussy from behind.

He fucked her for a while. It was distracting her from sucking my cock. She kept stopping to have little sex spasms. Finally she turned around to him and said, “Bring that thing over here.” He pulled his prick out of her. He came and straddled my legs. I was laying down by this time. He rubbed the tip of his penis against the head of my cock. Then he took both of our penises in his ağva escort hands and masurbated himself against my dick, squeezing and caressing our erections together. His penis was dripping wet with her sex juice. Mine was wet with her spit. Our slippery cocks rubbed against each other deliciously as he jacked us off. She licked and kissed our dick heads as he fondled them. Then she lifted her ass up over us and lowered her wet cunt onto our penises. She tried to get both of them into her pussy at once, but her vagina was too small, and she finally satisfied herself with rubbing her clit and pussy lips against the heads of our cocks. Every now and then the head of one of our penises would pop into her cunt and she would cry out with pleasure and we would all laugh.

Finally she stopped. “I want to watch you fuck.” she whispered, looking back and forth from her husband to me. She looked at me, then at her husband. “He really does love sex with men sometimes,” she said. My heart leapt, and my cock got suddenly even stiffer.

We all stood up. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He walked in behind us. He stroked my butt as he followed, squeezing my butt cheek and running his fingers up and down the crack of my ass.

They had a big king sized double bed. She by the bed and stood facing us, so sweetly naked. She stroked her body up and down, caressing her big breasts and pressing her fingers into her wet slit. Her tits were so tasty looking; full and round; her big, stiff nipples were sticking out with excitement.

I glanced at his cock. It was was standing up stiff. Mine was throbbing, it was so hard. I couldn’t resist her nipples. I reached out and gently took them between my fingers and played with them, squeezing and pinching and pulling them. She smiled and kissed me, rubbing and pressing my erect dick.

Then she turned to him. She took his penis in her hand and pressed it. He kissed her, squeezing and caressing her naked breasts and ass, and she kissed him back. It was so delicious to see their nude bodies together. Then she kissed down his body, rubbing her tits against him, until she got to his cock. She nuzzled his erect penis for a minute, then took the head of it in her mouth. She knelt in front of him. Her hand was between her legs. She masturbated as she sucked his cock. Then she reached up between his legs and stroked his testicles and ass. At one point he gasped, as she slid her finger in and out of his asshole while she sucked him. I was masturbating too.

She stood up, took his hand, and put it against her pussy. As he stroked her wet cunt, she leaned over and whispered something to him. He laid down on the bed, smiling, and opened his legs. His cock was completely erect; red and throbbing. The veins were standing out on the sides of his penis, and his dick head was swollen and shiny with erection. She climbed on top of him and lowered her vagina onto his face. She laid down on his body and worked her cunt against his mouth. As she rubbed her nipples against his belly, she took the head of his penis in her mouth, reached around his ass, and pulled his butt cheeks apart. She had moistened his asshole with her her sex juice, and it was wrinkled and shiny and open and wet.

Suddenly she sat up and looked at me with a smile. “You need to be lubricated,” she said. She turned and bent over and pressed her ass against my hard cock. Her cunt lips pushed out between her butt cheeks. She worked her wet vagina against my penis until my cock slid up into her. She moaned with delight. Her pussy was warm and soft and slippery. She twitched and gasped, and her cunt contracted in spasms around my dick.

She gasped. “OK,” she said, “That’s enough. Your turn.” She scrambled back onto the bed beside her husband and began playing with herself.

I knew what she wanted me to do. I lowered myself over his naked body and pressed the head of my cock against his anus. He moaned and pushed himself against me. I pressed gently, then harder, until the head of my penis slid slowly up into his ass. His rectum was warm and soft and wet and very tight against my excited penis. I penetrated all the way into his rectum, then drew my penis out, then in again, building up a steady fucking rhythm. He was squirming and moaning with delight. She was kneeling on beside us on the bed, rubbing her clit as she watched us. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it as I fucked. I pumped his hot asshole harder and harder, until his body was shaking and twitching with excitement.

Suddenly she jumped up and pushed my hand away and sat on him. She slid her vagina down over his penis and began working herself up and down on his cock. She was masturbating herself as she fucked. I could feel her fingers working against her clitoris while I pushed my dick into his hot, tasty little ass over and over again.

Then he moaned: “Oh, shit! Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum right now!” Suddenly his asshole contracted and spasmed against my cock. I felt his testicles move and his penis stiffen as he squirted his orgasm into her. She screamed out, “Oh God! Oh God!”, and her body shook and twisted. She cried out again and again as she wildly pressed and stroked and masturbated her clit. I felt my orgasm gathering in my testicles, then my balls and cock and ass filled with the sweetest sexual pleasure and I squirted stream after stream of sperm deep up into his hot rectum.

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Kelly and her friend Sarah enjoyed themselves at the party, the night was getting late and everybody was enjoying themselves. Kelly still had a salty taste in her mouth and she savoured more of it. She had spent the last half an hour mingling with all the boys when one of them started kissing her out of the blue. She was a bit surprised at first, but then let him continue, she knew this was her guy.

The two of them made their way upstairs to an empty bedroom and began kissing again on one of the beds. Lying side by side, and still engaged in a deep kiss, they began to explore each others bodies. Kelly’s hand slid down to his crotch and opened up his pants, feeling his hard cock, she grabbed it and brought it out into the open.

Kelly incirli escort continued to pull his hard cock while he had managed to pull her skirt up and was now fingering away at the spoilt little blonde brat. She remembered what Sarah had told her and began to take the guys shirt off leaving him naked from the waist up and an erect cock standing tall from his pants.

Next she straddled him and lent over him and kissed him hard. She then proceeded to slowly move down his body across his chest and down to his hard cock. All this time her hair trickling over his face and down his chest, across his stomach, sending shivers through his body, this was mind-blowing stuff!

This çengelköy escort was Kelly’s big moment, she took his hard cock in her hand, and began pulling him off again, before taking the head into her mouth. It was if her tongue had a mind of its own as it quickly began swirling around the head of the cock, and she quickly found herself sucking on this guy’s cock.

This was all happening too fast for her so she stopped sucking and began licking up and down the shaft of the guy’s cock. This seemed to cool both him and her off as he was feeling very close to blowing his load! But he couldn’t hold back much longer and finally he grabbed her gently by the hair escort bayan beyoğlu and began to bring her mouth back to the tip of his cock.

Again, as if by instinct, her tongue and mouth seemed to take over as if a long craving had been building up inside her and was now being satisfied. She gladly took his cock deep inside her warm mouth and sucked his cock like her life depended on it! He couldn’t hold himself back much longer, and Kelly felt him tense up, knowing what was about to happen to her.

That’s when it happened, she felt a big warm gush of fluid fill her mouth, and as she tried swallow what she could, it was only replaced with more from his streaming cock. It was amazing she even felt herself shudder with pleasure. She looked up to see this guy, that she hardly knew, smiling back at her.

Mission accomplished, Kelly had given her first blowjob and she had loved it, the smile on that strangers face said it all! Especially after he had wiped some cum off her cheek and let her lick it up, Kelly knew she’d be enjoying her time at college after that party.

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“Michael? Your grandmother called. She would like some help clearing out her attic. I told her you’d be glad to help this Saturday.”

I groaned inwardly. I love my mom, but she had a habit of volunteering me for duties that I really would rather NOT do.

And don’t get me wrong — I love my Gram, too. But still, spending most of my weekend dragging around dirty old boxes just wasn’t something I looked forward to.

” ‘kay, Mom,” I mumbled and shuffled off to my room where I indulged in downloading porn and jerking off. I figured I’d reward myself in advance, since I’d miss out on time to do this during the weekend.

Saturday came and my mom dropped me off at my gram’s house — a quaint two-story on a quiet, tree-lined lane. The neighborhood had that all-American look: plenty of grassy lawns, each house different from the other (no blocks of look-alike, cookie-cutter urban sprawl); the Normal Rockwell of standard American neighborhoods.

“Michael!” my grandmother opened the screen door and welcomed me in with a tight hug. She smelled good, like apple pie and mild spices. It was a comfy smell, and I kissed her cheek and squeezed her back.

“Hiya, Gram,” I replied shyly. My grandmother’s affection always felt a bit overwhelming to me and made me contract in compensation. But I liked her, and so it wasn’t unwelcome.

My gram was an attractive woman, only in her early sixties, though slightly out of shape. Still, she wasn’t OLD old, you know?

“How about some cookies?” she asked with a glimmer. My gram knew my penchant for baked goods, and hers were among the best.

“Maybe later,” I said as I stepped in and adjusted to the dimmer interior. My gram kept the curtain drawn “to keep her cooling bills down.” I smiled and looked toward the hall. “Mom said you needed help moving things out of the attic?”

My gram nodded, her expression going apologetic and kind of sad. “Yes. I figured it would be good to get rid of your grand’s old things — knick knacks and whatnots, old clothes, that sort of thing.”

“Sure, Gram,” I said. “No problem. What should I look out for and what should I keep?”

My gram shrugged. “Oh, I’m not sure, really. Pictures I want to keep, of course. Any old photos or artwork. The rest, well, I’ll trust your judgment on what might be worth some money and what to donate.”

My grandfather had been an amateur painter, but not without skill. He supplemented his retirement with selling paintings — still-life and a few portraits — at the local flea market. It wasn’t much, but people enjoyed his paintings and it gave him some free spending money.

“Sure, no problem,” I repeated and headed to the attic.

The attic. Ah, such a place of mystery and some superstitious dread when I was a kid. Now, it seemed kind of — empty. Lonely. Devoid of life.

I looked around at the piles of books, stacks covered in old linens, and boxes of all sorts, and sighed. “Where do I start?” Since it didn’t seem to matter, I picked the closest pile and started in.

I spent time sorting things and dragging boxes downstairs for three groups: donate, toss, and possible sale. I was startled out of my focus when my gram said: “Here! Some cookies and milk!”

I smiled weakly, thrown by how much I’d lost track of time. I took the plate and glass from her and said, “Thanks, Gram,” and munched on a warm, chewy, chocolate chip cookie. “You just made these?”

“Well, I started before you arrived. But, yes, they’re fresh baked,” my gram said as she surveyed what I had cleared. “Oh, my, but you’re fast! You’ll be done göztepe escort in no time.”

“Oh, hardly done, but I might get a good start on it today. I can always come back tomorrow if need be.”

My gram pat my arm. “You’re a good boy,” she said and headed back downstairs.

I ate a few more cookies and had some milk. Well, soy milk — my gram had moved on into that realm of alternative “milks” years ago when I let her know I was lactose intolerant. Still, the sugar and liquid renewed my energy and I dove back in.

It was a little after midday when I moved aside some boxes and found a stack of paintings hidden under some drop cloth. The first few were some of my grand’s still-lifes — fruit bowls and flowers, that sort of thing — but under a few of those was a nude, and it was actually quite good!

“Whoa, Grand!” I muttered and drew the painting over to the sunlight coming in from the small shutter that let a bit of fresh air in. “This is actually pretty nice!”

I studied the painting. It was a woman, probably in her early thirties — slender and graceful. She had a lovely body, and looked vaguely familiar. I figured I’d ask my gram about it when I had the chance.

Under that were a few more still-lifes, and then a series of more nudes. The model was clearly the same, and in one she was posing with a younger female, probably late teens, and the two of them were caressing each other in a very lovely and sightly erotic manner.

“Grandpa!” I chuckled and set the series out where I could see them all in a line.

“Oh!” I heard my gram say and turned to find her looking embarrased. “I had forgotten all about those!” she said.

“You recognize them?”

My gram nodded and smiled shyly at me. “Of course!” she replied. “Who do you think modeled for him?”

I was stunned and looked back at the paintings. Now, of course, the resemblance fell into place. “That’s you?”

My gram laughed and said, “You don’t need to sound so surprised. I was quite a looker in my day!”

I smiled and apologized. “Sorry, Gram — I didn’t mean it that way. But, yeah…” I looked at the painting and then back at her again “… you really were. Are! You really are!” I tried to cover my blunder.

My gram bat my arm and grinned at me. She stood next to the pictures and imitated one of the poses. “I know I’m not as lovely as I used to be,” she said. “But I can still turn a head or two when I want. These still get plenty of attention, and not just by dirty old men!” she laughed as she cupped her large breasts through her dress.

I laughed with her and nodded. “Yeah, Gram, I can see that!” She brightened at the compliment, even if she didn’t take me seriously. I looked at the paintings again, and found myself feeling strangely aroused – just slightly! But it was odd because she was my grandmother, and I was ogling pictures of her from when she was younger and admittedly “hot”.

“You’re a good boy,” my gram said again and kissed my cheek as she left me to continue.

I stopped her and held up the painting with the other female in it. “And who is this?”

My gram gazed at me and her eyes grew mischievous. “Can’t you tell? That’s your mom,” she replied and grinned as she turned and left me alone.

I was stunned and stared at the painting. “Mom?” Again, I was able to see the resemblance, but also found myself examining her figure far longer than I was comfortable doing.

I set the paintings aside in the “keep” pile, and found myself glancing at them time and again as I worked. I knew my mom was attractive, and wasn’t surprised to see evidence of just how sexy çorlu escort she had been as a young adult, but the painting — more so than a photo might have since it was somehow more “artistic” — kept hold of my attention, and stirred odd feelings of arousal in me that I tried to bury in busyness.

I worked another hour or so and then took a break. My thoughts were obsessing over the series of nudes, and I was wondering if I might find more. My gram was pleased when I said I’d be back the next day to continue.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I was horny and unable to relax, so I went to my porn and jerked off. But my porn seemed so lifeless, so lacking in artistic merit, all of a sudden, and so it was not very satisfying when I finally came.

Sunday, I went over early to get a good start, and was delighted when I found some sketches of my grand’s — more nudes, but much more explicit nudes. Nudes of my gram spreading her pussy as she gazed down at herself. And sketches of my mom, naked, doing similar things — masturbating and relaxing in sunlight nude. They were lovely and terribly erotic, and I found myself getting really horny and aroused. I tucked those away where I could find them, but hidden in case my gram came up, which she did.

“How’s it going?” she asked and gave me more cookies and soy milk.

“Good!” I replied and wolfed them down. “I’m making good progress.”

“Find any more goodies?” my gran asked, and looked at me with playful interest.

I smiled and nodded. “Some, yeah,” I said. “But nothing of note.”

She nodded and left me. “Well, I’m sure you’ll know what to do with them if you find any more,” she muttered as she wandered off.

I returned to my task, moving boxes aside and taking some downstairs to get rid of or sold. I was getting discouraged when I found an old shoebox-sized container. It was tied, and I undid the string and opened it.

Gold mine!

Inside were photos — mostly black and white, but some Polaroids — and they were also explicit nudes of my mom and my gram, and some of them together. Nothing overtly pornographic, but very erotic and sensual — pictures of them laying together, intertwining their hands or caressing each other’s belly’s or thighs or breasts. I was horribly aroused by them and pulled my cock out and started jerking off to them.

“Ah!” I heard my gram’s voice behind me along with a slight chuckle, alerting me to her presence. “I didn’t think about any of those,” she said and gazed at me with a strange amusement. She glanced down at my hard cock and smiled. “But I see they still have the same effect as when we took them!” she laughed.

I stared at her like a deer in headlights. “Gram!” I was too startled, and too caught, to hide or deny what I was doing.

“Oh, don’t worry,” my gram muttered and came closer to me. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she joked. She looked at me and reached down and gently put her hand on my cock. “May I?” she asked.

I was floored! I stood there stunned and numb as she got down on her knees and took my cock into her mouth.

“Ohhhhh, God, Gram…” I moaned. It felt so good!

My gram smiled and sucked on me really, really sweetly. “Glad you enjoy it,” she murmured and looked up at me with wickedly playful eyes. “How about giving your old gram a treat, huh? Why don’t you cum in my mouth?”

I was floored once again, both by the unexpected offer, and by the expertise of her oral skill. I nodded and struggled to stay standing as she sucked me into climax.

“Oh, God, Gram! Fuck!” I groaned as I flooded her mouth with jizz.

My gram took it all, ümraniye escort letting me pump my load into her mouth, and then swallowed it all down and cleaned my cock with her tongue. She stood up and wiped her lips and watched me with that same odd, wickedly playful gleam. “Thank you, Michael,” she said and smiled at me. “Though I think that was as much my treat as yours.”

I stared at her, in awe and in a whirlwind of confusion. I saw her both as my gram and as a terribly erotic older woman. A woman I was still hard for!

My gram watched me and stepped close to me, running her hands across my chest and down my arms.

“Is there something else you’d like?” she asked, her voice low and husky. “To fuck, maybe?” She smiled as she saw the desire in my eyes.

My gram took me by the hand and lead me downstairs to the guest room and laid me back on it. She undressed me and then herself, and smiled at my gaze as I watched her with new appreciation.

“Oh, Michael,” she murmured as she straddled me and took me into her pussy. “You’re very good for this old lady’s ego!”

My gram rode me slowly, but with growing urgency and passion, until she came, arching on me and then laying down on top of me. She kissed me, and it was a strange mix of a lover’s kiss and a more familiar, grandmotherly kiss.

“You’re very quiet,” my gram said to me as we lay together. “Everything alright?”

“We just had sex,” I said, more confused than guilty.

“Yes,” she replied. “And it was very nice. But it would be even better if you gave yourself to it.”

I stared at her. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” my gram said as she rolled onto her back and drew me into the male-dominant position, “FUCK me, Michael. Fuck my pussy!”

She got right to the heart of it, and made it clear she had no problem with the incest.

“FUCK, me, Michael,” she crooned, and drew her legs around my ass as I started to fuck her. “Fuck me until you cum!”

I picked up pace, and thrust harder and faster. I buried my face in her large breasts, and then I grabbed her and turned her over onto all fours and took her from behind.

“Oh, my gracious!” she gasped with delight. “Oh, yes!”

I fucked my gram hard from behind until I came, driving my cock deep inside of her. I felt the hot backwash of my jizz and then the slow dribble of it as it crept out of her pussy along my shaft.

“Oh, my sweet Michael!” she exclaimed as she slid off of me and got down and licked my cock clean. “Oh, what a pleasure!” she muttered as she licked up our combined cum.

When she was done, my gram drew me down to her and cradled me, holding me close and caressing me.

“Oh, but that was lovely!” she murmured and kissed my head. “It has been a long time since I’ve had sex so sweet!”

I was returning to reality, and felt uncertain of how to hold all of this. It felt wrong, but also felt so terribly good!

I studied her. She was still my gram, but she was also someone new, someone sexy, and I could see the younger, sexy model she had been still there in her.

“Gram?” I said. “You and mom — did you ever…?”

My gram laughed and caressed my face. “Oh, goodness, yes. We all did! Your grand, me, our daughter.”

I let that sink in, and felt a new stirring at the thought of my mom, naked and sexual, giving head, licking pussy — it made me very horny, very fast.

“Oh! Look who’s ready for more!” my gram laughed and grasped my hard cock. She rolled me onto my back and mounted me again. “Is it thinking about your mommy and me that’s got you so worked up?”

I nodded, and growled. “Yes!”

She chuckled and rode me hard, her tits bouncing up and down. “Ha! It is sweet, isn’t it?”

We fucked for hours that afternoon. I promised to return the following weekend, and my gram kissed me lovingly before I left.

“Say hello to your mom for me!” she laughed and winked as I walked to my car.

“I will!” I answered, and grinned wickedly as I drove home. “I certainly will!”

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25. Lena trifft Karl

„Mann! Du bist doch bescheuert!”

Lena riss sich den Helm vom Kopf und boxte der großen, blonden Frau auf den Oberarm.

„Dir haben sie doch sowas von ins Hirn geschissen! Bring dich doch alleine um, du Kuh!”

Sie wurde bleich, als sie den Jungen entdeckte, der auf der Flussbegrenzungsmauer saß und zu ihr herüber blickte.

Langsam kam sie heran. Der Junge sah wieder auf den Fluss hinunter, der unter ihm vorbeizog. Hier hatte alles begonnen. Er spann den Faden unaufhaltsam weiter, bis er an die Stelle kam, wo er zumindest für seinen Freund Simon ein Ende gefunden hatte.

„Wenn er und Thao hier nicht an dieser Stelle …”

„Karl?”

Er blickte zu Lena hoch, die ihm ihre Hand reichte. Die Sonne stand schon tief, es würde nicht mehr lange hell bleiben. Er musste blinzeln, als er sie begrüßte. Der Junge hatte ein paar Zeitungen auf den Steinen ausgebreitet. Lena zögerte nicht lange und setzte sich zu ihm. Er wollte gerade das Gespräch beginnen, doch kam sie ihm zuvor.

„Karl, es tut mir leid um Simon. Wirklich.”

Sie sah ihm in die Augen, vielleicht, damit er ihr Glauben schenkte. Er aber wandte sich von ihr ab, blickte starr zwischen seinen Beinen hinunter auf das träge vorbeiziehende Wasser.

„Ich weiß nicht, was du von mir willst, Karl. Aber die Bekloppte da drüben hat gemeint, es würde uns beiden besser gehen, wenn wir miteinander reden.”

Karl drehte sich um und blickte Xena an, die an ihrem schwarzen Motorrad lehnte und vor sich hinstarrte.

„Die Bekloppte da ist ne gute Freundin von mir.”

Lena legte ihren Kopf schief.

„Aber nicht meine.”

Karl hob seinen Kopf und sah sie jetzt eindringlich an.

„Warum hast du mit ihm geschlafen, Lena! Weshalb denn, verdammt noch mal?”

Lena wurde bleich.

„Scheiße noch mal! Warum machst du mich jetzt dumm an, Karl? Ich dachte, wir wären hier, um miteinander zu reden? Wenn das jetzt aber ne Anklage wird, gehe ich wieder. Kapiert?”

Sie meinte es ernst. Karl wandte sich neuerlich von ihr ab und sah wieder auf das Wasser hinunter.

„Tut mir leid.”

„Mir auch, Karl!”

„Lena! Bitte!”

Das dünne Mädchen zeigte Anstalten, aufzustehen. Karl sah zu ihr hoch. Er wollte nicht, dass sie ging.

„Hey! Setz dich bitte wieder hin, Lena!”

„Karl, was willst du von mir hören? Dass ich ihm nichts anderes geben konnte? Dass ich versucht habe, mich mit meiner Muschi von ihm freizukaufen? Fuck, Mann! Ich dachte, das wäre alles gewesen, was er von mir wollte. Ich kenn das nämlich nicht anders und es war kein Problem für mich. Ich habe gehofft, er würde sich danach endlich aus meinem Leben verpissen.”

Lena blickte dem Jungen ins Gesicht. Sie musste sich abwenden, er weinte.

„Er war mein Freund.”

Das Mädchen schüttelte den Kopf.

„Es war jemand, von dem du geglaubt hast, dass er dein Freund ist, Karl. Sorry. Aber Simon war jemand, der sich vor allem mit sich selbst beschäftigt hat.”

Wut stieg in ihm auf. Warum sprach sie nur so über ihn?

„So wie du selbst auch, oder?”

Sie lachte heiser auf.

„Klar! Lebst du nur für andere? Fuck, was bist du denn für ein Idiot?”

Der Junge schwieg. Er hätte ihr in diesem Moment gern wehgetan.

„Kapierst du es nicht, Karl? Er hat mich nicht um meiner selbst willen geliebt! Er wollte das Stück Fleisch zwischen meinen Beinen, in das er sein Schwänzchen stecken konnte, wenn ihm danach war. Oder meine Stimme hören, die vielleicht gut genug gewesen ist, um ihn auf seiner Gitarre begleiten zu dürfen. Aber sonst? Nach der Nacht, in der ich ihm das von mir gegeben hab, was er haben wollte, dachte er, ich würde ihm gehören. Es war der blanke Horror, Karl. Dein „Freund” war ein Psychopath, der mich und sich selbst in Situationen gebracht hat, in denen ich ihn am liebsten …”

Lena blickte den Jungen ruhig an.

„Er war nicht der Erste und er wird nicht der Letzte gewesen sein.”

Sie sah über ihre rechte Schulter zu der großen, blonden Frau hinüber.

„Auch sie hat einen Grund, warum sie das und alles andere für dich tut. Vielleicht nennst du das ja Freundschaft, aber es steckt Absicht dahinter. Auch wenn es dir nicht offensichtlich erscheint.”

Sie stand auf, sah auf den Jungen zu ihren Füßen hinunter.

„Du bist breiter geworden. Schaust richtig gut aus, Karl.”

Sie drehte sich um und ging auf die Domina zu.

„Was war dein Grund bei Simon?”

Sie blieb stehen, drehte sich wieder zu ihm um.

„Ich glaubte, dass jemand, der so viel besitzt wie er, auch glücklich sein müsste. Ich habe gehofft, er würde mir etwas davon abgeben können.”

Sie lachte heiser auf, es hörte sich nicht authentisch an für den Jungen.

„Ausgerechnet Simon sollte mir Glück bringen. Scheiße!”

Ihr Körper bebte.

„Scheiße! Ausgerechnet er.”

Ihre Fassade brach, Tränen füllten ihre Augen.

„Ausgerechnet er.”

Karl stand auf und schloss das dünne Mädchen in seine Arme. Er hatte sich geirrt. Dieses Treffen hatte keinem von ihnen geholfen.

„Hey!”

Karl zuckte erschrocken zusammen. escort bayan kadıköy Es war schon vor einiger Zeit dunkel geworden. Bestimmt war es schon eine Stunde her, seitdem Xena und Lena davongefahren waren.

Er musste an das hagere Mädchen denken. Wie lange er sie in seinem Arm gehalten hatte, wie lange sie und er selbst gebraucht hatten, um sich wieder zu beruhigen. Sie hatten sich nochmals auf die Mauer gesetzt, noch einmal über Simon gesprochen.

Er hatte Lena vorgeschlagen, an die schönen Situationen und Momente zu denken, die sie mit Simon verbunden hatten, und darauf gehofft, dass auch sie für sich welche finden konnte.

„Es hat sich hier nichts verändert.”

Thao sah sich um, bevor sie sich zu ihm setzte. Karl legte seinen Arm um ihre Hüften.

„Danke, dass du gekommen bist.”

Sie wandte sich ihm zu und gab ihm einen Kuss.

„Ich liebe dich!”

Er blickte in ihre braunen Augen, die ihn aufmerksam ansahen.

„Ich dich auch.”

Er fühlte ihre Finger über seine Nase und seine Lippen gleiten. Es war schön und half ihm mehr, als sie vielleicht ahnte.

„Du hast geweint?”

Er nickte.

„Lena auch.”

Thao verstand

.

„Das ist das Einzige, was neben der Zeit wirklich hilft, glaube ich.”

Ihr Kopf kam auf seiner Schulter zu liegen.

„Wie war es?”

Karl zögerte.

„Ich weiß es nicht. Ich fühle mich im Moment einfach nur scheiße, aber Lena vielleicht nicht mehr ganz so. Dann hat es wenigstens etwas gebracht.”

Thao hob ihren Kopf und sah ihn erstaunt an.

„Wieso? Ist es ihr egal?”

Karl schüttelte seinen Kopf.

„Dann hätten wir wohl kaum miteinander geheult, oder?”

Thao nickte, er hatte natürlich recht.

„Was also meinst du?”

„Durch Simons Tod hat sie für sich einen Grund gefunden, von hier zu verschwinden. Sie fühlt sich jetzt das erste Mal frei.”

Thao legte ihren Kopf wieder zurück auf seine Schulter.

„Ist viel passiert seit damals, oder?”

Karl nickte. Er wusste, was sie meinte.

„Ich hatte damals echt Schiss vor dir.”

Thao konnte nichts anderes, sie musste lachen.

„Naja. Das hat sich ja mittlerweile gelegt, wie es scheint.”

Karl wandte ihr langsam sein Gesicht zu, gleichzeitig entzog er ihr seinen Körper.

„Nein, hat es nicht.”

Die Punkerin fühlte, worum es ihm ging. Sie wollte aber nicht darauf eingehen. Nicht jetzt, nicht hier. So schwiegen sie beide, starrten wieder hinunter auf den Fluss.

„Du wolltest eigentlich nicht herkommen, oder?”

Thao schüttelte ihren Kopf.

„Nein. Wollte ich nicht. Es erinnert mich zu sehr an ihn.”

„Und warum bist du dann doch hergekommen?”

Sie schloss die Augen. Verbitterung machte sich in ihr breit.

„Wegen dir, Karl. Auch wenn es dir so schwerfällt, mir zu glauben. Ich gehe dorthin, wo du hingehst, egal, wie schwer es mir auch fällt. Das ist es, was du hören willst, oder?”

Die letzten Worte hatten gereizt geklungen. Karl starrte vor sich hin. Es wurde von Tag zu Tag schlimmer.

„Ich habe einfach Angst, dass auch du gehst, dass diese Scheiße dir wichtiger ist als ich. Es würde einfach passen, weißt du? Simon geht. Du gehst.”

Thao stieß ihm schmerzhaft gegen seine Schulter.

„Warum vertraust du mir nicht? Verfickte Scheiße, warum nicht? Du hörst dich mittlerweile schon an wie er!”

Der Junge schüttelte seinen Kopf und stand auf. Er sah nicht zu ihr hinunter, sondern ging den Weg zur Fabrik zurück. Sie folgte ihm, wusste sie doch, dass sie mit ihren letzten Worten übertrieben und das für ihn erträgliche Maß überschritten hatte.

„Warte, Karl! Scheiße! Jetzt warte!”

Das Mädchen lief ihrem Freund hinterher.

„Das war Kacke jetzt. Mann! Jetzt bleib doch stehen!”

Der Junge verlangsamte seine Schritte. Endlich hatte sie ihn eingeholt. Er aber blieb mit dem Rücken zu ihr stehen.

„Thao? Du hast es mir versprochen, oder nicht?”

Sie schloss ihre Augen, ballte ihre Hände zu Fäusten und stampfte mit dem Fuß auf den Boden.

„Ich weiß! Mensch, ich weiß es doch! Ich höre auf, gib mir nur noch ein wenig Zeit!”

„Bis zum Ende der Ferien?”

„Karl. Es ist nicht wegen mir. Bea …”

„BIS ZUM ENDE DER FERIEN?”

„JA! JAAA!”

Sie schrien jetzt beide.

„Ich kann nicht mehr ohne dich! Verdammt! Ich will nicht von dir weg sein! Das macht mir Angst!”

Sie hatte Karl noch nie so verzweifelt gesehen.

„Denkst du, mir geht es anders? Ich liebe dich doch, Karl! Glaub mir das bitte. BITTE!”

Endlich drehte er sich zu ihr um. Sie ging die letzten zwei Schritte auf ihn zu, umarmte ihn und hielt sich an ihm fest, wurde beinahe hysterisch. Wie besessen begann sie, sein Gesicht mit Küssen zu bedecken. Sie sprang an ihm hoch, umschlang seine Hüften mit ihren Beinen und brachte ihn damit aus dem Gleichgewicht. Sie fielen beide ziemlich hart auf den Boden, Thao aber schien, wie verrannt. Sie öffnete seine Gürtelschnalle, knöpfte seine Hose auf, griff unter seiner Boxershorts nach seinem escort bayan kartal Schwanz und begann diesen zu wichsen. Sie war genauso wenig geil wie er, es sollte ihnen beiden einfach nur Frieden bringen.

„Hör auf, Thao! Hör bitte auf!”

Er drückte sie von sich weg. Sie hielt inne, hob ihren Oberkörper und biss sich auf ihre Lippen. Dann rollte sie sich ab und blieb neben ihm liegen.

„Du hast recht, ich bin im Moment wirklich wie er. Glaub mir, ich hasse mich selbst dafür. Weißt du, irgendetwas liegt zwischen uns, Thao. Und ich weiß, dass auch du das spürst.”

Sie nickte, starrte vor sich hin, wischte sich über die Augen, die längst voller Tränen waren.

„Willst du dich trennen?”

Karl atmete tief durch.

„Nein! Nein!!!! Weißt du, was das bedeuten würde?”

Thao sah ihn müde an.

„Dass alles umsonst gewesen wäre. Verdammt, ohne uns hätte Simon Lena doch nie kennengelernt.”

Die Punkerin glaubte, nicht richtig gehört zu haben.

„Du gibst uns die Schuld an seinem Tod?”

Karl schwieg.

„Wem denn noch, Karl? Erst Lena, dann seinen Eltern und jetzt uns?”

Sie wurde bleich.

„Du gibst jetzt nicht mir die Schuld, oder?”, hakte das Mädchen nach.

„Nein! Hör auf damit! Hör auf!”

Sie lagen nebeneinander im Staub des Weges und starrten in den Himmel.

„Thao?”

„Ja?”

„Es wird wieder besser bei mir. Ich verspreche es dir.”

„Wir sind beide scheiße drauf, Karl. Komm! Wir gehen nach Hause, ja? Bitte! Ich will nicht mehr hier sein.”

Sie half ihm auf, er ließ es zu. Schweigend standen sie sich eine Weile gegenüber, dann senkte Karl seinen Kopf, während Thao den ihren leicht in den Nacken legte. Ihre Köpfe näherten sich einander langsam, bis sie sich schließlich Stirn an Stirn berührten. Der Kampf um ihre Liebe war nicht vorbei, aber sie waren zumindest eine Runde weitergekommen.

26. Günter und Xena

Zweimal schon hatten sich Xena und Günter seit Amelies Party wiedergesehen, am heutigen Abend stand das dritte Treffen an. Günter hatte, wie versprochen, Geduld und Zurückhaltung bewiesen, Xena indes lehnte seine Nähe nicht von vornherein ab. Sie versprachen sich beide viel von diesem heutigen Abend und hofften, dass sich wieder ein wenig von der Distanz zwischen ihnen überbrücken lassen würde.

Xena war für ihre Verhältnisse sehr locker gekleidet, eine schwarze Turnhose und ein gleichfarbiges Shirt schienen gut, zu dem geplanten DVD-Abend zu passen. Sie hatte ihre Wohnung einer gründlichen Reinigung unterzogen, Knabberzeug gekauft, Limonade, Cola, Rum und Wodka zum Mixen bereitgestellt, obgleich sie sich fragte, ob Letzteres nicht vielleicht doch zu viel des Guten war. Ein letzter, kritischer Kontrollblick bestätigte ihr, dass sie alle Vorbereitungen für den kommenden Abend getroffen hatte.

Eine Viertelstunde musste sie sich nun noch bis zu Günters Eintreffen gedulden, nochmals betrachtete sie sich eingehend im Spiegel und setzte sich dann auf die Couch, um auf ihn zu warten. Sie war aufgeregt, stellte sie erstaunt fest, ein äußerst seltenes Gefühl bei ihr, mit dem sie nur schwer umzugehen verstand.

Günter war süß gewesen, hatte ihr beim letzten Motorradausflug Blumen und ein Buch geschenkt, das von Freundschaft und Liebe handelte.

Die große Blondine grinste, sie hatte sich nie für romantisch oder emotional gehalten, dennoch hatten Günters Geschenke sie gerührt. Sie hatten sich erstmals richtig geküsst an diesem Tag, auch wenn es bei einem reinen Lippenbekenntnis geblieben war, so konnte Günter dies dennoch als gewaltigen Erfolg für sich verbuchen. War sie bereit, noch weiterzugehen? Wollte sie es überhaupt darauf ankommen lassen? Sie schloss die Augen und versuchte, sich vorzustellen, wie Günter sie berührte, seine Hände sie dort berührten, wo sie Frau war, wie er sich ihr in seiner Nacktheit näherte. Genau in diesem Moment drängten sich diese schlimmen Bilder aus ihrer Vergangenheit wieder in ihr Gedächtnis.

Ihr Atem hatte sich beschleunigt, Schweiß war auf ihre Stirn getreten. Sie musste sich zwingen, tief durchzuatmen, um sich wieder einigermaßen zu beruhigen.

Sie schreckte zusammen, als die Türklingel schrillte. Es kostete sie einiges an Überwindung, von der Couch aufzustehen und den Türöffner zu drücken. Kurz überlegte sie noch, eine Ausrede zu erfinden und ihm abzusagen, doch sie verwarf diesen Gedanken, als sie seine Hand am Treppengeländer erblickte, die zügig nach oben wanderte.

„Hey, Xena!”, lächelte Günter seine Angebetete an.

Er war in Hemd und Jeans deutlich schicker gekleidet als sie. Er sah gut aus, sehr gut sogar.

„Grüß dich! Das Hemd steht dir.”

Kurz drückten sie sich aneinander, dann trafen seine Lippen auch schon die ihren. Sie zuckte zusammen, als hätte sie sich ob dessen erschrocken.

„Geht es dir gut? Sorry, Xena, aber ich dachte …”

Sie entzog sich ihm und winkte ab.

„Brauchst dich nicht entschuldigen, Günter. Komm! Ich habe versucht, es uns schön zu machen.”

Ihr Lächeln wirkte gezwungen, Günter spürte deutlich, dass irgendetwas escort bayan maltepe mit ihr nicht stimmte.

„Komm, Xena, rede bitte mir! Ich merke doch, dass dich etwas bedrückt. Ich höre dir gern zu. Oder ist es der Kuss gewesen? Wenn das zu schnell war, dann …”

„Geh bitte ins Wohnzimmer und setz dich. Ich bin gleich bei dir, ja?”

Er wirkte verwirrt, warf ihr einen unsicheren Blick zu und ging dann zu der großen Doppelcouch.

„Bitte leg schon mal den Film ein, Günter. Und bedien dich bei den Getränken!”

Sie ging ins Bad und lehnte sich dort an die Wand. Es hatte sich etwas verändert in ihr, sie konnte es deutlich spüren. Es war an der Zeit, das Vergangene zu vergessen und ein neues Leben zu beginnen. Sie wollte nicht mehr allein sein und auch nicht mehr vor ihrer Vergangenheit davonlaufen. Günter war lieb zu ihr, zeigte sich verständnisvoll und zurückhaltend. Wie könnte sie ihm da genau das verweigern, was sich jeder normale Mensch wünscht?

Sie ging zum Waschbecken und wusch sich die Hände. Ein Druck auf die Taste der Toilettenspülung, dann ging sie zurück ins Wohnzimmer.

„Was hast du uns denn mitgebracht?”

Günter nahm einige DVDs vom Tisch und reichte sie ihr.

„Sieh sie dir mal durch bitte. Amelie hat mir beim Aussuchen geholfen. Ich hoffe, es ist was für dich dabei.”

Sie setzte sich zu ihm und ging die einzelnen Cover durch.

„Scheiße, Günter. Die sagen mir alle nichts.”

Sie spürte seinen Blick und sah ihn fragend an.

„Stimmt was nicht?”

„Du siehst toll aus! Selbst in diesen Klamotten.”

Sie lächelte ihn freudig an.

„Danke.”

Mit fragendem Blick hielt sie ihm ein Cover vors Gesicht.

„Hier! Was ist mit dem?”

Günter stöhnte.

„Was ist? Gefällt er dir nicht?”

Der junge Mann lächelte.

„Nein. Passt schon. Gib her!”

Xena runzelte die Stirn.

„Du wolltest mich aussuchen lassen, was ist los?”

Günter grinste.

„Ist eine ziemliche Schnulze. Aber ich habe es ja so gewollt.”

„Du, der hat sieben Oskars gewonnen, steht auf dem Cover. Da kann er doch nicht so schlecht sein, oder?”

Günter sah sie wehleidig an.

„Naja, er hat immerhin schöne Tier- und Landschaftsaufnahmen. Also komm! Sehen wir ihn uns an.”

Er legte die DVD in den Bluray-Player ein und setzte sich neben sie.

„Du hast echt ne krasse Anlage, Xena. Aber viel schauen tust nicht, oder?”

Xena hob die Schultern.

„Ab und zu.”

Als der Film begann, verstummte die Unterhaltung. Günter rückte ein kleines Stück näher an sie heran und schob ihr seinen Arm in den Nacken.

„Ist das okay für dich?”

Xena blickte auf seine Hand, die rechts von ihrer Schulter herunter baumelte. Ihr Körper versteifte sich augenblicklich, die Muskeln verkrampften.

„Wenn es dich stört, nehme ich sie sofort wieder weg. Versprochen!”

Sie nickte, warf ihm einen flüchtigen Blick zu und widmete ihre Aufmerksamkeit dann wieder dem Film. Ein Herrenhaus war zu sehen, inmitten einer Plantage, eindrucksvoll in Szene gesetzt mit bekannten Schauspielern.

„Tust du das alles, damit ich mich von dir ficken lasse?”

Xenas Frage hatte beiläufig geklungen, Günter antwortete nicht sofort. Stattdessen entzog er ihr seinen Arm und griff zur Fernbedienung, um den Film anzuhalten. Er richtete seinen Blick auf diese unsagbar schöne Frau, die nach wie vor auf den Bildschirm starrte, als ob der Film nie angehalten worden wäre.

„Nein! Nicht deshalb! Aber ich würde lügen, wenn ich sagen würde, dass ich nicht gern mit dir schlafen würde.”

Er ließ den Film wieder laufen.

„Oder ist es dir lieber, wenn ich gehe?”

Xena starrte weiterhin auf den Fernseher, schüttelte aber schließlich ihren Kopf. Er hielt nun Abstand zu ihr, sie fühlte sich unwohl deshalb.

„Günter, ich …, es tut mir leid.”

Sie drehte sich zu ihm hin, er aber deutete auf den Fernseher.

„Komm, Xena! Sehen wir uns den Film weiter an.”

Xena versuchte, dem Film zu folgen, doch immer wieder musterte sie Günter aus ihren Augenwinkeln heraus. Sie fühlte sich nicht wohl, verkrampft, durch eine Nervosität belastet, die sie bislang nicht an sich kannte.

„Möchtest du etwas trinken?”

Günter schien sich nur ungern vom Film zu lösen, der nicht so schlecht war, wie er ursprünglich gedacht hatte. Immerhin war er Xena nahe, auch wenn er sich in Geduld üben müsste, was er ihr auch immer wieder zugesichert hatte.

„Ich mach mir einen Cuba Libre. Willst auch einen?”

Sie beugte sich nach vorn, nahm Limetten und Eis aus dem Kühler, gab diese in ein Glas und goss Rum und Cola auf. Günter betrachtete sie von der Seite, eigentlich wollte er keinen Alkohol trinken.

„Und?”

Er nickte, der Drink sah einladend aus. Sie zwinkerte ihm zu und reichte ihm das Glas, dann mixte sie für sich dasselbe Getränk nochmals.

„Es tut mir leid. Du hast dir mehr versprochen, oder?”

Günter schüttelte den Kopf und deutete auf sein Glas.

„Dein Cuba Libre reicht mir erst mal.”

Sie unterließ es, zu antworten, setzte sich aber dicht neben ihn. Erstaunt registrierte er diese Veränderung.

„Xena, du musst das nicht tun. Wir lassen uns Zeit, okay? Es ist alles gut. Wirklich!”

Sie starrte ihn mürrisch an. Sein Verständnis in allen Ehren, doch sie fühlte sich wie eine Behinderte, der durchs Leben geholfen werden musste. Kaum war dieser Gedanke zu Ende gedacht, schämte sie sich seiner auch schon.

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Kennengelernt habe ich meine heutige Frau Tracy an der Universität von Texas in Austin. Ich studierte Wirtschaft und Ökonomie und sie Finanzwirtschaft.

Obwohl sie ein Jahr hinter mir war, trieben wir uns in den selben Zirkeln herum und verliebten uns schnell ineinander. Ich lernte bald, dass sie unglaublich auf Sex stand, neugierig war und kaum zufriedenzustellen.

Versteht mich nicht falsch, sie war keine Schlampe, aber wenn sie auf Sex eingestellt war, dann wollte sie ihn zu 150 Prozent! Dann gab sie alles und forderte auch alles. Unter anderem mochte sie auch gerne Analsex, was zu meinen wirklichen Favoriten gehört. Wir passten also wirklich hervorragend zusammen.

Nach meinem Abschluss blieb ich in Austin und fand einen Job in einem aufstrebenden High Tech-Unternehmen. Ein Jahr später schloss auch Tracy ihr Studium ab folgte mir ins Unternehmen.

Nach zwölf Jahren sehr intensiven Lebens wurde unsere Tochter Nicole geboren und es war, als hätte in unserem Leben jemand die Handbremse gezogen. Es drehte sich nur noch um sie. Es war toll sie aufwachsen zu sehen und ganz für sie da zu sein, doch irgendwann wollten wir wieder zurück in unser Leben zu zweit.

Eine der Arbeitskolleginnen von Tracy hatte eine Tochter, Andrea, die schon zur Uni ging und einen Babysitter-Job suchte, um sich etwas dazu zu verdienen.

Wir versuchten es mit ihr und es stellte sich heraus, dass sie gut mit Nicole auskam und sehr zuverlässig war.

Schließlich buchten wir sie für jeden Freitag und genossen unsere wiedergewonnene Freiheit. Andreas Babysitterdienste war also ein Teil unseres Lebens geworden und Andrea uns sehr vertraut.

Meine Tracy hat einen blonden Pferdeschwanz, schöne blaue Augen und eine schlanke Figur. Sie hat Körbchengröße 80 B und ihre Brüste sind einfach perfekt. Wann immer möglich verzichtet sie zuhause auf einen Büstenhalter und ich genieße den Anblick ihrer freischwingenden Glocken. Ich fasse sie gerne an und ihre empfindlichen Nippel werden gleich hart und laden zum Nuckeln ein.

Sie rasiert sich untenherum und hat auch mich dazu gebracht es zu tun, weil sie meint, dass ihr so Oralsex mehr Spaß macht. Nun, mit meinen neunzehn Zentimetern brauche ich mich auch nicht zu verstecken, denke ich.

Andrea hat viel mit Tracy gemeinsam. Ihre Titten sind etwa gleich groß und auch sie liebt es, keinen Büstenhalter zu tragen, so dass ich oft in den Genuss des Anblicks ihrer festen, perfekten Titten zu kommen. Sie ist unglaublich knackige neunzehn Jahre alt mit kurzen, gekräuselten Haaren, einem netten Gesicht und wie ich herausfand, rasierte auch sie sich regelmäßig.

Eines freitags, der ganze Tag war voller erotischer Stimmung gewesen, hatte ich Andrea vom Babysitten nach Hause gebracht und landete mit Tracy im Bett. Wir küssten und streichelten uns, als Tracy die Sprache auf Andrea brachte. Sie fragte sich, wie sie wohl im Bett sei.

Wir alberten herum und vermuteten abwechselnd, dass sie es sich bestimmt oft selber macht, dass sie es liebt Schwänze zu blasen — wie Tracy selbst — dass sie gerne nackt zum Strand gehen würde, dass sie bereits lesbische Erfahrungen hat und dass sie es gerne in der Öffentlichkeit treibt.

Dieses verbale Vorspiel führte zu einer Nacht mit unglaublichem Sex, in sarıyer escort dem sich Tracy einen Spaß daraus machte mir vorzuspielen sie sei Andrea und mich immer wieder direkt aufforderte, sie zu ficken und es ihr zu besorgen. Es war ein besonderer Kick und wir brachten es beide auf mehrere Orgasmen und schliefen irgendwann total erschöpft Arm in Arm ein.

Am nächsten Freitag hatte ich Andrea wieder nach Haus gebracht, als Tracy meinte, dass Andrea wohl an ihrer Unterwäsche gewesen sei.

„Wie kommst du darauf?” wollte ich wissen.

„Ich bin mir sicher, dass sie in der Schublade war und außerdem liegt der Vibrator, den ich dort aufbewahre, nicht mehr rechts sondern in der Mitte.”

Ich überlegte kurz und sagte dann: „ich habe im Büro ein neues Modell einer winzigen Kamera, die ihre Daten auf einer Speicherkarte ablegt und anläuft, wenn sie Bewegungen wahrnimmt.”

Wir einigten uns darauf, dass ich diese bis nächsten Freitag installiere und wir dann am Samstag unseren Verdacht überprüfen.

Kaum hatte ich Andrea nach Hause gebracht, nahm ich die Speicherkarte und wir sahen uns den Inhalt am Laptop an. Ich streamte das Bild auf den Flachbildschirm im Wohnzimmer und so konnten wir beide gut mitverfolgen, wie Andrea an die Schublade ging und gezielt einen Vibrator herausholte.

Sie legte sich aufs Bett, das ebenfalls gut im Blick war, zog sich die Hose und den Slip aus und wir sahen, wie der Vibrator in ihrer jungen Pussy verschwand. Die Kamera konnte auch Töne aufzeichnen und wir bekamen mit, wie unser Babysitter stöhnend zu mehreren Orgasmen kam.

Noch während wir zuschauten zogen wir uns aus und fickten auf dem Sofa im Wohnzimmer, den Blick immer wieder auf den Fernseher und die junge Pussy gerichtet.

Am Ende machte Andrea den Vib sauber und legte ihn wieder in die Schublade.

Als wir nächsten Freitag wieder zum Essen aus waren, überlegten wir, was unser Babysitter wohl gerade tat und malten es in leuchtenden Farben aus, bis wir beide so geil waren, dass wir schnell nach Hause wollten um zu ficken.

Kaum zuhause angekommen zog mich Tracy auch schon ins Schlafzimmer, schubste mich aufs Bett, fing an mich intensiv zu küssen und meine Beule durch die Hose zu massieren.

Plötzlich stand Andrea in der Tür und fragte, ob ich sie jetzt nach Hause bringen könnte.

Ich wollte aufstehen, doch Tracy drückte mich zurück aufs Bett. „Ich will dich, jetzt!” sagte sie so laut, dass Andrea es hören konnte.

Ich wusste nicht, was ich tun sollte, als Tracy sich zu Andrea drehte und meinte: „Es stört mich nicht, wenn du zuschauen möchtest. Anschließend bringt Craig dich nach Hause.”

Damit hatte Tracy nicht nur mich überrascht, auch Andrea wusste nicht recht, was sie machen sollte.

„Ähhh… bist du sicher?” fragte die junge Frau mit zitternder Stimme.

„Wir sind alle erwachsen hier. Ich kann nicht länger warten und will mit meinem Mann ficken. Also, wenn du Lust hast: jetzt beginnt die Show!”

Sie wandte sich wieder mir zu und Andrea stand weiter unschlüssig im Raum herum.

Wir hatten einen Stuhl im Zimmer, auf dem Tracy normalerweise ihre Kleidung ablegte und sie deutete darauf und sagte: „Nimm Platz!”

„Ist das irre!” sagte Andrea, setzte sich jedoch brav auf den Stuhl und schaute uns zu.

Tracy begann halkalı escort mich auszuziehen und meinen Schwanz in den Mund zu nehmen. Sie hockte sich so, dass Andrea genau sehen konnte, wie sie mich hingebungsvoll bearbeitete und meine Eier ebenfalls nicht zu kurz kommen ließ.

Sie blickte hoch und sah Andrea an. „Falls du dir selber auch etwas Gutes tun willst: In der Schublade dort ist ein Vibrator. Nimm ihn und tu dir keinen Zwang an!”

Während sie weiter meinen Schwanz blies stand Andrea auf und holte sich den Vib. Dann ging sie zurück zum Stuhl.

Mein geliebtes Weib hatte sich blitzschnell ausgezogen und ich steckte drei Finger in ihre nackte Pussy, während sie mich weiter mit dem Mund verwöhnte.

Als ich einsatzbereit war — genaugenommen war ich das schon seit der ersten Sekunde — drehte sie sich um und hockte sich auf alle Viere. Ihr Zeichen dafür, dass sie es in ihrer Lieblingsstellung wollte.

Ich ließ mich nicht lange bitten und schob ihr meinen Schwanz in die klitschnasse Pussy. Meine Frau hatte sich so ausgerichtet, dass Andrea genau sehen konnte, wie mein Schwanz immer wieder in die Pussy meiner Frau glitt.

„Ja, fick mich, Liebling”, stöhnte sie. „Schieb mir deinen Dicken schön tief rein und fick mich geil durch!”

Einen Blick über die Schulter werfend sah ich, dass auch Andrea sich ausgezogen hatte. Sie saß mit weit gespreizten Beinen auf dem Stuhl und masturbierte sich mit dem Vib, während sie ihre süßen, spitz aufgerichteten Nippel massierte.

Nun ja, verklemmt war die Kleine jedenfalls nicht. Während ich meine holde Gattin tief und genüsslich fickte schaute ich immer wieder über die Schulter und sah ihr zu. Immer wieder trafen sich unsere Blicke.

„Andrea, ich bin mir sicher, Craig würde dich genau so gerne nehmen, wie er mich jetzt nimmt. Ich habe nichts dagegen, ihn mit dir zu teilen. Also: nimm ihn dir wenn du willst.”

Ist meine Frau nicht ein Goldstück?

Andrea stöhnte mehr als dass sie es sagte: „Oh Gott, ihr seht so großartig aus, wie ihr miteinander fickt! Craig hat einen schönen dicken Schwanz und wie er immer wieder in dich gleitet… das sieht so megageil aus… Aber danke für das Angebot. Habt euren Spaß, ich habe hier meinen.”

Tracy bockte mir heftig entgegen, ein Zeichen dafür, dass sie richtig geil war und zischte: „Schon beim Essen habe ich mich auf den Schwanz gefreut, Craig. Komm, fick mich schön mit deiner Lanze!”

Sie nahm den Kopf runter und stöhnte in das Bettlaken. Ich wusste, was das bedeutete: sie war kurz davor zu kommen und wollte es jetzt schnell und hart.

Ich nagelte sie also heftig durch und Tracy kam laut und vernehmlich. Sie rollte sich beiseite und sah Andrea an. Ihre Blicken verhakten sich ineinander.

„Nun komm schon!” sagte Tracy mit einer sexy Stimme und klopfte auf das Bett.

Andrea grinste, stand auf und legte sich tatsächlich zwischen uns. „Verdammt, der Anblick von euch beiden ist so geil! Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass das passieren könnte”, sagte sie.

Tracy begann sie zu küssen und ihre Hände spielten mit Andreas Titten, während ich meine Hand in Richtung von Andreas Schoß schob. Sie öffnete ihre Beine für mich und ich begann sie zu streicheln und meinen Finger in die junge, gut saftende Pussy zu schieben.

Ich sah den Vibrator auf dem escort bakırköy Stuhl, holte ihn und schob ihn langsam in die junge Frau, während sich die beiden Frauen küssten und sich gegenseitig die Titten streichelten. In jeder Frau steckt wohl ein Hang zu Bisexualität.

Ich beugte mich vor und während der Vibrator sich in die Fotze der jungen Frau fraß begann ich mit der Zunge ein geiles Spiel. Ich bemerkte, wie Andreas Unterleib anfing zu zucken und kurz darauf schrie sie: „Oh Gott, ich komme! ICH KOMME! MACH WEITER, CRAIG!”

Sie schloss die Augen und ihr Körper bebte. Mitten in ihren Orgasmus hinein sagte meine Frau: „Bist du bereit für Craigs Schwanz, Kleine?”

Was war meine Frau doch für ein durchtriebenes Luder!

„Ja, fick mich! Schieb ihn rein… Ohhh GOTTT!”

Mir war nicht klar, ob sie den Vibrator oder meinen Schwanz meinte, doch ich wäre kein Mann gewesen, hätte ich diese Chance ungenutzt verstreichen lassen. Sie protestierte nicht, als ich mich zwischen sie hockte und mir ihre Waden auf die Schulter legte. Meine Eichel zielte jetzt genau auf ihre Fotze und war nur einen Zentimeter entfernt.

Ich fuhr einige Male mit meinem Schwanz an ihren Lippen auf und ab, was sie aufstöhnen ließ und glitt dann langsam in sie, bis ich vollständig in ihr steckte.

„Ohhh… er ist so groß… und dick…”, stöhnte unser Babysitter und drückte dagegen. Tracy sog an ihren Nippeln, während ich mich in der engen Fotze pudelwohl fühlte und mich herrlich darin austobte.

Andrea war wie eine wilde Katze, die mich anfeuerte und mich tief sich aufnahm. Sie umarmte und küsste mich und ich begann mit rhythmischen, tiefen Stößen. Als sich Andrea zurück auf das Bett fallen ließ setzte sich Tracy ungefragt über sie und drückte der jungen Frau ihre Pussy ins Gesicht. Sofort begann Andrea damit sie intensiv zu lecken.

Andrea war einfach wundervoll. Ihre Fotze so eng, dass ich wünschte, dieser Fick würde niemals zuende gehen. Immer wieder schob sie sich mir entgegen und ich spürte, wie sie immer schneller wurde und mich immer weiter anfeuerte.

Tracy kam stöhnend und duschte Andreas Gesicht in ihrem Saft. Dann hockte sie sich neben Andrea und küsste sie.

„Willst du kommen?” fragte sie die Kleine, die nur nickte.

„Komm, Craig, fick sie jetzt kräftig und dann füll sie ab!”

Sie wandte sich an unsere Gespielin: „Ist das okay, wenn Craig in die kommt?”

„Ja, ich nehme die Pille”, stöhnte die junge Frau. Ich nahm das zum Anlass sie jetzt richtig hart ranzunehmen. Andreas Erregung schoss in die Höhe und sie begann zu stöhnen und zu keuchen. „Jaaa… ich komme gleich… oh jaaaaaa.”

Ich fickte sie mit aller Kraft und Ausdauer, zu der ich fähig war, als sich ihre Fotze noch weiter zusammenzog. Mit einem lauten Schrei kam sie. „ICH KOMMMEEEEEE!”

In diesem Moment schoss auch ich meinen Saft ab und er sprudelte nur so aus mir heraus.

Wir fickten noch eine Weile weiter, bis mein Schwanz schrumpfte und aus Andreas Pussy herausglitt.

Wir legten uns alle nebeneinander auf das Bett, streichelten uns und sahen uns in die Augen.

„Danke, dass du mir deinen Mann ausgeliehen hast”, sagte Andrea grinsend.

„Du kannst ihn jederzeit haben!” erwiderte Tracy lächelnd.

„Wie wär’s nächsten Freitag, gleiche Zeit, gleiche Stelle?” fragte Andrea keck.

„Gerne!” erwiderte Tracy. „Oder was meinst du, Schatz?”

„Ich glaube, wir können noch viel gemeinsam erleben”, versuchte ich weise zu sein.

Andrea wurde ein fester Teil unseres Familienlebens. Kaum war unsere Tochter im Bett und schlief, fickten wir drei uns die Seele aus dem Leib und das Leben war wieder so frei und wild wie in unserer Jugend.

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Three friends. Best friends. School teachers with the summer off. North Carolina, hotter than Hades. Charlene, with an old family tie to the slender islands known as the Outer Banks, found a beach house to rent, through a friend of a friend. A four bedroom though they’d only need three, the three friends all bringing their husbands, of course. The house is just a few miles from Cape Hatteras lighthouse, and a nice beach walk to the Pier.

“I’m going to burn off some pounds walking,” Charlene said to Vanessa and Kendra, the three-way phone call connecting their girlishly sparkle-colored iPhones.

“Oh, yeah, that’ll be nice,” Vanessa said. “We can all burn some calories, with the ocean to look at.”

“And men,” said Kendra. “There’ll be lots of beach-body hotties there, I’ll bet.”

“More like dad-body hotties, but that’s not so bad,” Charlene said. “There was a silver fox walking the beach when Gunner and I drove over last week. He was as hot as an old guy gets.”

Kendra chuckled. “How old was he?”

“Fifties. Sixty, maybe. He was slim, and tan, with a short grey beard and wavy grey hair. Yeah, I woulda done him.”

Vanessa and Kendra laughed, and Charlene giggled like she does. The girls, as they call themselves, can go off on giggling tangents about good looking men at the drop of a hat, so much so that they have to watch themselves at school, in the teacher’s lounge, where caffeine-fueled conversation flows easily.

They’d become a three girl clique because they’re youngish and childless. Youngish as in thirties, although Kendra and her husband Calvin are the pups of the group at twenty-nine. Sweethearts since they were kids, she and Calvin had survived college apart, a long stint of working in different states, and now are together again, married for the last three years.

Calvin plays softball with Vanessa’s husband Zeke, and Zeke hunts with Charlene’s husband Gunner. Calvin’s not a hunter. He says a black man should never enter the woods in North Carolina during hunting season. Gunner says he’s right, even though it saddens him to think that his home state is still such an intolerant place when it comes to race. As far as Gunner is concerned, Calvin and Kendra are good people, simple as that. Color is something you pick out at the paint store, not something that distinguishes a friend.

Zeke thinks so, too. He’s a displaced Northerner who ended up in Raleigh for work. He met Vanessa in a dusty antique store one fateful day. Gunner and Charlene met in a similar way, though it was at an antique gun show and she was with a redneck boyfriend who was way less than the marrying kind. So clueless was he, he didn’t even notice the love-at-first-sight look in Gunner’s eyes when Gunner slipped Charlene a business card. Gunner’s Firearms and War Antiques was emblazoned on it, and Gunner’s own personal phone number was written on the back. He and Charlene were married a year later.

And so the six of them had decided to vacation together, a week at a beach house. It was a first, all six of them together like that, with overnights involved. The closest they had come to something similar was afternoon pool parties at each others houses, parties that occasionally stretched into the evening. The first was the jittery one, with nervousness about showing bodies in swimwear, but that had quickly normalized. Charlene remains the most self-conscious. “Gunner wanted me to buy a bikini to take, so I found one, and bought it,” she said to Vanessa and Kendra, there on that threeway phone call. “I’m sure I won’t wear it. I hope he forgets about it.”

“Why?” Kendra said. “Girl, you look as good as anybody. There isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t say you’re cute.”

“If I can wear one, you can,” Vanessa said. “Kendra’s the only one with a bikini body, but do you see that stopping me?”

“Hey, if your fat’s not all rolled up like the Michelin Man, you’re good,” Kendra said, chuckling. “You girls have nice curves. That’s all a man looks at.”

“Damn right,” Vanessa said. “When we get there I’m putting on my bikini and finding that silver fox. I want to take a walk with him.”

The girls all laughed. Their minds all pictured a sun-stroked beach, and a tanned, handsome man.

—

Charlene decided that the bikini Gunner had made her buy was a maybe. She would maybe wear it one time on their vacation, if the stars aligned in a perfect way, with few people on the beach, or maybe none but her own comfortable group, with Vanessa and Kendra wearing theirs. If it did happen, she needed to be prepared, meaning a suntan all around her middle, so she worked at it for two weeks before the trip, in her backyard, in private.

Gunner caught her at it one day, when he came home earlier than she’d expected, him saying “Damn, hun, you look good all sweaty.”

Charlene, lying on her back in the strong sun, propped herself up on her elbows. “What are you doing home so early?”

“That guy came and bought all that şerifali escort Civil War stuff, so I closed up,” Gunner said. “We should celebrate.”

And so they did, right there by the pool in their private, surrounded-by-woods backyard. Stripped naked, sweating in the sun-stroked North Carolina heat, they fucked three different ways and Charlene came twice. Gunner loves the way she orgasms — loud and proud, always giggling, always smiling.

—

After she’d tanned her middle, at home, Charlene didn’t wear the bikini again until the last day of the vacation. The week at the nice beach house had gone by in a flash — days of suntanning, walking, exploring the lighthouse and swimming. In the evenings there was homemade pizza, restaurant dinners, and even a night of dancing out at hole-in-the-wall bar, to the sounds of a loud, old-fashioned jukebox that was filled with classic rock and oldies. In the late evenings the three couples watched Netflix movies on the TV, sipping wine and beer. Lots and lots of wine and beer. Sunny mornings worked off mild — and not so mild — hangovers, walking the beach and swimming in the new day’s surf. It had been the perfect vacation, full of good cheer, friends getting along, lots of laughter.

“I can’t believe how fast this went,” Vanessa said, walking the beach with her two best girlfriends on that last full day. “I don’t want to go home tomorrow. Think the landlord will give us another week?”

“This place is booked solid,” Charlene said. “We were lucky to get this week.”

She and Vanessa and Kendra all fell silent as they walked. The gentle, rhythmic whoosh of the surf hypnotized them, as it does, and their minds played back the memories of the dreamlike week. Charlene, proud of herself for finally working up to that day’s unveiling of her first-ever bikini, found that her own dreamlike remembrances were stuck in a loop — it was the quiet, muffled sounds of her friends having sex that, for the moment at least, was most memorable. They were surprising sounds that she’d never anticipated. That kind of new, voyeuristic intimacy hadn’t even crossed her mind before the trip, although she realized it probably should have, what with three youngish, healthy, happy couples, all sleeping in small bedrooms clustered around a small upstairs hallway. There will be sex, she now realized, and the quiet, dreamy, sexy sounds of it echoed in her mind.

Vanessa, and especially Kendra, didn’t think much about it. Kendra had expected it, thought of it as normal, and Vanessa, after just the first night, went with the flow and let her inner teenager out, the one who never cared much about conventions. It was part of why she had found the week so relaxing. It was a true get-away, and the sexual dormitory feel of the late nights was a nice little thrill. Over the last few years the girls had talked about their sex lives some, so, for all of them, hearing the audible proof of their friends’ healthy marriages was nothing but good, and secretly exciting.

But it was far from the week’s only sexy aspect. The girls in their swimsuits, putting on suntan lotion in the sun; the guys in their swim trunks, emerging from the ocean glistening wet. Conversations had turned sexy many times. And the movie choices had gotten more and more romantic and sexy, with quite a bit of nudity that kept eyes open wide while the popcorn was eaten.

The final evening together, after a delicious restaurant dinner, proved to be unique. “Is it warm in here?” Charlene asked, after returning to the house. Everyone took a turn looking at the digital thermostat, and the guys had a look at the indoor and outdoor portions of the air-conditioning system. A phone call was made, to the landlord. He called back with the unfortunate news — on the warmest of the week’s nights, the A/C was out of commission until morning.

“There’s ceiling fans in all the rooms, you guys, and the sea breeze,” Kendra said. “Let’s just open up all the windows. It’ll be old-fashioned.”

Vanessa announced she was going swimming, a nighttime swim to cool off, and the others agreed it was a good idea. It began a night of lounging around in swimwear, the coolest clothing option to wear in the warm house, the girls all in bikinis, the guys all shirtless in their swim trunks. Charlene was proud of herself, a bikini girl with a wine glass in hand, standing in the brightly lit kitchen with the others, her hair towel-dried but damp from the nice swim. That was when Zeke, looking a bit timid, tossed down the wildcard.

“You guys said there’d be a DVD player here, so…I brought this.” He tossed a slim DVD box onto the kitchen table.

“Oh my God!” Vanessa said to her husband. “You brought that?”

“You know that one,” he said. “It’s one of those old classics. It’s pretty mild compared to…”

Kendra smiled. “You two watch porn together? That’s so nice! I love that. Calvin, honey, we should do that.”

“Yeah, şile escort I’m good with that,” Calvin said, nodding happily.

“Real…porn porn?” Charlene asked, picking up the DVD box to have a look at it. “Wow, that’s some seriously big hair on that girl.”

“It’s from the 70s,” Zeke said, glad that everyone looked at least somewhat intrigued by it. “It’s a real classic.”

“Are we…watching it?” Charlene asked, placing it on the table again, slowly, as if it was fragile. No one answered right away, but some shoulders were shrugged.

“I wouldn’t mind,” said Kendra.

“Now there’s a surprise,” Vanessa said mockingly.

Gunner looked intrigued. “Why do you say that?”

Charlene hooked her arm around his, pulling herself in tight against her husband’s bare skin. “Because she’s always horny.”

The characterization of his wife made Calvin smile. “You mean it shows, even at school? Why am I not surprised,” he chuckled.

“Hey!” Kendra said, her brown face blushing. “I’m not a slut or anything. Why are you telling these guys this stuff?” Her eyes, shyer than they’d been all week, glanced at Gunner and Zeke.

“We’re not worried about it,” Gunner said, his blue eyes twinkling. He gulped a mouthful of beer, swallowing it down his throat.

“Let’s fire it up,” Vanessa said, picking up the DVD box, holding a glass of red wine in her other hand, as usual. “It’s our last movie night. Might as well make it hilarious, right?”

A general agreement happened, somewhat subdued and shyly quiet. A few minutes ago Kendra would have yelled Hell yeah!, but instead she stood quietly as her blush faded. Her embarrassment faded, too, replaced by a coy little smile.

‘Firing it up’ was also a subdued, quiet affair, as couples took their seats together in their usual places — Gunner and Charlene at one end of the big couch, Calvin and Kendra on the loveseat. Vanessa, sitting herself down next to Charlene on the couch, left room for Zeke to join her. Her eyes stayed on him as he placed the shiny DVD in the player’s drawer. The TV, already on, showed a blank blue screen before flickering to life.

“Ah, the perfect cheesy saxophone music,” Charlene said, smiling, and then, “Jesus! Ten seconds in and they’re already…”

“Zeke! You dog!” Kendra said. “So much for this being a mild old classic! That girl knows how to suck a cock! “

The gang fell into an uncomfortable silence, listening to the plaintive saxophone, watching a first-class blowjob.

“This is before Viagra,” Zeke said. “Some of the guys in these old ones are…”

“…like half-cooked noodles,” Vanessa said. “This guys not one of them.”

“No sir,” Kendra said. “He’s a happy boy. Big and hard.”

Soft chuckles fluttered in the warm air, air that moved with the spin of the big ceiling fan. The smell of damp hair and damp swimsuits swirled in it, a sensory trigger that seemed to compliment the wet, glistening, slightly noisy blowjob on the TV screen.

In the newly exciting real life of the too-warm living room, the women’s eyes glanced at their mens’ crotches, first at their own husband’s and then, more covertly, at the others. All of the men seemed to have more of a lump under their swim trunks than they did before. Vanessa made the first move, sliding her hand to the very top of Zeke’s thigh, with her pinky and the finger with her wedding ring on it playing ever so slightly with the leading edge of the lump from Zeke’s growing erection. Zeke, excited by his wife’s playfulness, knew there was no turning back, at least from a visual standpoint. He was growing, and growing fast, and in mere moments there would be no missing the big lump, if anyone cared to look.

Of course everyone cared to look, to see, to judge the situation, the escalation. There wasn’t a person present who wasn’t thrilled by the goings-on, but all were silent, pretending it was just another movie night.

And then, on the TV screen, the blowjob ended and the fucking began, for no reason, with no storyline or plot to call for it. The man and the young woman were naked now, fucking, with her on top. The view was from between the man’s knees — a squared-up, steady-held camera shot of relaxed-looking balls, a big cock fucking a wet pussy, a cute little feminine ass and asshole.

“Damn,” said Kendra, her eyes glued to the action. Emboldened by Vanessa’s teasing finger play, Kendra went bolder, her hand finding the entirety of Calvin’s big lump. “Somebody’s liking it,” she said as her eyes met his. “Damn, honey. You’re gonna get me all worked up.”

Calvin smiled. He wanted to kiss his beautiful wife Kendra, but he knew if he did he might not be able to stop. So he sat there with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity in his mind as he turned his attention back to the screen, his peripheral vision as active as ever before, noticing all three wives tentatively and silently playing with suadiye escort their husband’s hard lumps.

Charlene wondered what Kendra ‘all worked up’ would look like. She loved Kendra’s free spirit when it came to gossiping about sex, and some of Kendra’s nighttime sex noises that week, muffled but unmistakable, had been nothing but deeply erotic and lovely.

The sex position on the TV screen changed to girl-on-top sixty-nine. It happened in a quick movement, and Vanessa let out a moaning, breathy “Ohhh fuuuck” when she saw it, a quiet exclamation that she would rather have kept inaudible. Zeke’s hard cock, sheathed by the fabric of his swimming trunks, filled her unmoving, fisted hand.

“What year is this?” Charlene asked, thinking that normal conversation might take the temperature in the room down a few degrees.

“1976, I think,” Zeke said.

“That’s the year I was born!” Charlene said. “They were doing this way back then?”

Kendra smiled. “Sure. Sixty-nine is nothing new. Are you thinking about your mother and father?”

“Gross!” chuckled Charlene.

“I gotta say, they’re good looking,” Vanessa said, gently massaging Zeke’s lumped crotch. “Some porn actors don’t do it for me, but these two are definitely hot. Good pick, baby, although I still can’t believe you brought it.”

The sixty-nine scene, beautifully filmed, proved worthy of the ‘classic’ designation that Zeke said the movie had earned. Long, lingering camera shots, a pure soundtrack of nothing but the couple’s noises, nicely judged close-ups of tongue on pussy, and mouth on cock.

After a few minutes of it, Kendra said, “Okay, this is just crazy hot. I can’t just sit here. You guys won’t mind, will you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she untied the bright white cord at the waist of Calvin’s swimming trunks. With a ripping noise that seemed amplified, she pulled apart the velcro that held the fly shut. Calvin’s hard cock was there, naked and fully out, unrestrained by the mesh lining that’s inside some men’s swimsuits. Blacker of skin than the rest of his body, his big cock was soon halfway inside Kendra’s quietly moaning mouth. Shock silenced the others, their eyes there, on the live blowjob, not on the action on screen.

Charlene knew she should protest, saying Kendra, what the fuck! or something along those lines, but she also wanted to take it all in, to watch her sexiest friend’s technique, not to mention keeping eyes on Calvin’s nice hard man-meat for a few moments more. It was a conundrum, but a very hot one, one that had her thoughts ricocheting like a bullet all around the room. There was the ongoing hot as hell sixty-nine on the TV screen, and Kendra’s live-and-in-person blowjob, and Vanessa’s sneaky hand, now inside Zeke’s swimsuit. Gunner was the odd man out, his cock obviously hard, lumping his swimsuit noticeably. Charlene looked at him and shook her head. It wasn’t a No! Stop this! shake of the head, it was more of a disbelief, a shake of the head that said Can you believe this?

Gunner could believe it. He’d had the fantasy, as soon as the trip was announced a month ago, and many times since then. He just hoped his sweet, somewhat self-conscious wife Charlene would go with the flow and let things take their natural course.

Just moments later, Zeke’s cock was let out to play. Vanessa had done it, with Zeke’s help; his swimsuit pushed down onto his thighs, his lily-white hips and ass bare on the couch cushion, his moan quiet but masculine when Vanessa commenced her own version of a blowjob.

Charlene leaned her head close to Gunner’s, her eyes wide and curious, her mouth just inches from his. “Are we doing this?” she whispered.

Gunner answered with a push of his hands on the waistband of his swimming trunks, pushing them down, releasing the full length of his hardness. The slowly moving air from the ceiling fan felt heavenly on it, and Charlene’s hand felt even better.

Three women — and a fourth on the TV screen — make wonderful communal noises when sucking cocks. Three happy men — and a fourth — make moans that thrill those women. It’s the kind of thing that easily goes out of control, and Kendra let herself go there. With her man’s cock in her mouth, she reached her free hand behind her back, releasing the clasp of her bikini top. The brown-skinned heft of her lovely black-nippled tits hung freely, and Calvin reached for them.

The couple on the TV were suddenly louder, the man fucking the young woman doggy style, his energetic torso repeatedly slapping, with a steady rhythm, against her smooth, beautifully curved ass. She let her happiness out in lovely, musical ways.

None of the three men in the room wanted to cum, because it might have started a slowing, an ending, but, due to the high heat of the moment, theirs was hard-fought stamina. Kendra’s bare tits, or more accurately, her near nudity in just her little, cheeky bikini bottom, was doing just the opposite of cooling the men’s minds.

And then Vanessa was topless, too, her breasts as milky white as whipped cream, nearly luminous as compared to the deep tan on the rest of her. It was that contrast, that glow, that drew all of the men’s eyes. The fleshy plumpness of her tits, and the bullet-shaped hardness of the tips of her nipples, kept those eyes entranced.

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The Duchess’s Christmas ball was a complete bore. Narrow minded snobby upper class nobles were not who Kathrina really wanted to spend time with. Her father had insisted that she attend in hopes of finding a proper husband for her, maybe. Her mind drifted only to her coven. That was where she longed to be, standing in a circle of power with her coven in the forest. Tonight was the celebration of the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year. Her father’s stern words echoed in her ears “…you will not take part in those practices ever again…you will learn…” Instead she sat in a far corner wearing an uncomfortably tight fancy dress, softly crying to herself watching others have the freedom to celebrate their own holiday. She wanted to celebrate too, but just not here. Wiping her stray tears with the sleeve of her dress she noticed two young men eyeing her.

They looked to be in their early 20s; both fashioned long hair tied in a ponytail. Kathrina smiled to herself. She was going to enjoy the night even if she could not partake in the Winter Solstice celebration. Besides, it might be worth while to give her father more headaches and create new rumors for herself. She arose from the little love seat she had occupied and strode light as air to the young men. She passed those snobby nobles as they cheered ‘Happy Christmas, have a great New Year’ to each other. They were such liars. Many of the women stared crossly at her probably wishing a thousand horrible things upon her. Kathrina made sure to smile and nod to the men that dared meet her glance in front of their wives.

She stopped directly in front of the two men, interrupting whatever conversation they had been having. “Hello ma’lady. I take it you noticed are staring at you. I apologize it was rude of us.” The man that spoke had light brown hair with lovely green eyes. The silent man was the most attractive, having shiny onyx tresses with icy blue eyes.

“Your apology is accepted, however, I came over wondering if you gentlemen would help me locate the Duchess’s bedroom.” Kathrina said feeling as if her heart would explode in her chest from pure excitement.

They looked at each other and the one with the lovely green eyes spoke again, “But, ma’lady why would you want to find the Duchess’s bedroom?”

“Help me find it and I will tell you.” She smiled at them. In her head she was chanting to the Goddess for strength and grace. “My name is Kathrina and I’m completely bored with this Christmas ball that my father forced me to attend.”

“I am Nicolas denizköşkler escort and this is my cousin Michael. He is visiting from Italy and does not yet speak English very well.” Nicolas, the green eyed one spoke as he took Kathrina’s extended hand and gently kissed it. She looked Michael up and down, thinking he would be beautiful naked. “Fine then, I am a bit curious of why a noble young lady would need in the Duchess’s bedroom. I presume that her Lady’s bedroom would he upstairs.”

“I would image probably the fanciest, richest room.” Kathrina added, wrinkling her nose up. She found the Duchess’s vanity and outrageous behavior disgusting. They proceeded to the large extravagant stairwell. All the guests were too busy now with dinner being served that no one paid any attention to the three of them. The guests would soon be stuffing themselves with duck and Christmas cakes. She noticed that Nicolas and Michael were glaring at her again. They looked her up and down, seeming to like her hips particularly. She smiled. “It is rather uncomfortable, this dress. I would rather be Skyclad. You men don’t have to wear these heavy annoying dresses with tons of lace and strings with petticoats.”

“Maybe not ma’lady, and for good reason. I don’t know any man alive who could make lace and strings look so beautiful.” Nicolas commented, testing her. Kathrina smiled to herself, reveling in the feel of excitement. They made their way down a corridor, which held at least ten different rooms. Priceless paintings hung every so feet down the hallway and occasionally a pedestal holding a vase of Christmas flowers dotted the hallway. They had checked every room but one along the hallway, none seemed to be fit for the Duchess. The last room at the very end of the hall was locked.

“This must be it, but it is locked.” Kathrina whimpered in defeat.

“Yes, but hold on.” Nicolas turned to Michael and they spoke in their native Italian tongue.

Michael smiled, “Not problem, segnorina.” His accent was so thick and Kathrina found it to be unbelievably sexy. From his inside coat pocket he pulled out a small tool. Watching in amazement Kathrina realized he was picking the Lady’s bedroom lock. Within seconds a loud CLICK was heard and Michael opened the door. The room was beautiful! It smelled of cinnamon and holiday cheer. The Duchess did love Christmas and her room was adored with scented candles, pine cones, wreaths, poinsettias, and priceless other valuables. She heard Michael alemdağ escort lock the door behind them.

“Now, ma’lady, what is it you needed in here for?” Nicolas asked. He looked her over more closely. Her breasts were full, sitting high on her chest thanks to her tight corset. Her waist tapered inward then curved outward for her rather wide hips. He dared to step closer to her, touching her cheek with his right hand.

“I would like you both to help me celebrate the holiday. Since I cannot be with my own clansman and celebrate my own holiday because my father is shrouded by ignorance, I will embarrass him by being a complete slut. The rumors will spread tomorrow that I was seen with two attractive men with gleaming smiles. No man in this village will want to wed me and he will toss me out of his home and I can be with my coven. It will surely be the death of him.” She grinned a bewitching look overtaking her face. “Do you mind helping me out of these annoying confinements?”

Nicolas spoke to Michael and together they untied, unbuttoned and unlaced Kathrina from her prison. Her puffy velvet dress lay in a heap on the floor and she stood staring at them in the nude. Moving gracefully she danced to the Duchess’s bed and made herself a seat. “Please, I believe it is your turn to undress.”

She laughed as their fingers hurriedly unbuttoned their shirts and trousers. Michael grew restless struggling with a stubborn button and ripped his dress shirt the rest of the way off. Nicolas approached the bed, standing in front of Kathrina. He was semi hard and getting more excited by the minute. Without a question Kathrina wrapped her small hand around his shaft and stroked him. His eyes were lowered, watching her head lean in close to his warm genitals. Her lips surrounded the tip of his penis and she sucked inward until his balls were against her chin. Nicolas was wide, not too long, but so wide. Kathrina was getting wet just thinking about what it would feel like in her. Michael had crept up behind her on the bed and helped her to lie on her back. She had both men on either side of her face now, begging to be sucked. Michael’s penis looked delicious, long and thick, but not as wide as Nicolas. They rolled together until she was on top of Michael and Nicolas laid to the side watching. Michael whispered Italian into her ear; she had no idea what he spoke, but didn’t really care. Holding herself up off him a bit Kathrina spread her pussy lips apart. Her folds were slick and sticky akbatı escort from her lust. Michael griped her hips and bore her down unto his shaft. Kathrina moaned loudly from being filled with the thick Italian man. Her insides were like velvet caressing his skin. She seemed to melt all around his dick and the tightness was almost painfully. Kathrina felt so free at this moment.

Suddenly Nicolas’s palms on her ass snapped her back to reality. He was pushing her front torso down and moving her legs closer to Michael’s sides. Her eyes rolled up into her head as he fingered her clit. Soon the sticky goo was dripping all over her thighs. She gritted her teeth as an orgasm rippled through her tiny form. Michael could feel her orgasms as the muscles tightened inside her. He slowly pulled his penis out, giving Nicolas a chance. To, Kathrina’s surprise she felt her cheeks being spread wide apart. “Hold on…what are you doing?”

“Just relax ma’lady.” He answered, then said something to Michael. Michael hands slide around to her ass and held her ass apart. Kathrina relaxed her backside, resting her head on Michael’s shoulder.

“It okay, signorina.” Michael cooed to her. He sent feather soft kisses all over her face.

Nicolas used the cum from Kathrina’s orgasm to lubricate his throbbing penis. Once slippery with her cum he pushed the head against her anus. Kathrina grunted into Michael’s ear as pain shot through her rectum. Slowly and gently Nicolas rocked his thickness into her tight little hole. When Kathrina’s hips began pushing back into Niculas’s thrusts Michael carefully slid his shaft back into her velvet softness.

Kathrina was in another world. She loved this new feeling of being completely filled by these men. Her hips met each thrust, all in time with each other. Nicolas was thrusting quick and deep into her ass while Michael’s wonderful dick was doing the same between her thighs. She squeezed a hand down between her body and Michael’s to her clit. She rolled the little bud between her fingers and began stroking it.

Their climax was coming close. Nicolas’s assault on her bum was becoming more violent; he was balls deep into her. Michael’s rock hard shaft was fucking her nice and slow now. She herself was cumming all over his penis. Nicolas began to cum, and it felt strange as he erupted his hot semen inside her anus. He slowly withdrew rolling onto his side. Michael flipped her over unto her back and brought them both to a mind-blowing orgasm. Together they curled up on the Duchess bed smelling of cinnamon, pine cones and hot sex.

Just for good measure, before Michael dressed Kathrina worked her magic on his cock again until he spurted hot goo all over the Duchess’s pillow. “That was the best celebration I’ve ever had at a boring Christmas ball. I will certainly have to attend one again.” Kathrina told them before they parted ways.

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Chapter 1

Mortified. If Ron had thought of the word he might have used it to describe how he felt at the moment — so embarrassed and so angry at himself that he wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. He had been so freakin’ stupid!

She said she was going to the grocery store!

He usually locked his door when he did it, but he had been in such a freakin’ rush to get to his room to gawk at Mrs. Gregerson sunning at her pool, her freakin’ bikini top undone, her half way decent ass barely covered. He ran up the stairs, praying, hoping that he’d get to his bedroom window and not miss it, if and when she propped herself up with her elbows to reach for her ice tea or whatever the hell she drank. Last week when she did that she had twisted her torso and he had seen her naked tits for at least five seconds.

Even without the bare tit or tits, he’d still have a good time beating off, watching her, thinking about how good it would be to fuck her, then shoot his jiz all over her face, her tits, her ass. He’d look at her nearly naked body and think about ramming his cock into her, just like in the porn vids his friend Josh would let him rent when the manager wasn’t in the store. Ron had made copies of ten of them with his two VCRs.

Watching Mrs. Gregerson sunning was almost better than beating off to the porn vids, actually each made the other better. Without the porn vids he would never have thought of ramming his cock into her hot asshole, or rough fucking her mouth, or having his cock between her big tits, her hands holding those big fleshy orbs together making a tit-cunt for his sliding prick then shooting his wad all over them. And when he watched the porn vids on the days Mrs. G sunned, he’d imagine the chicks in them to be Mrs. Gregerson, begging for it in her ass, or it would be her screaming, “Harder! Harder! Ron! Fuck me harder!”

He would watch her from his bedroom window, usually naked himself, his palm all slicked up with hand lotion, yanking his crank seeing her nearly naked on that cushioned redwood chaise, but also seeing her in his mind, fucking her, fucking her so good, so hard, her mouth, her cunt, her asshole, and the combo of that would make him cum so freakin’ hard he’d shoot jiz onto the window sometimes, and it felt so damn good while his prick pumped, but then fifteen minutes later he’d feel so damn ashamed, not only for being a perv, but for his nearly complete failure with girls.

He wasn’t a virgin, he had hooked up twice, fucked both chicks, not total dogs, but he wouldn’t have been interested in either of them if he had been sober. He had a few “Clinton” hookups too when he had been drunk but he now no longer counted those as anything. When he liked some hot, pretty chick, he was so freakin’ nervous, that whenever he had a chance to talk to the girl his brain would go blank, switch off. Most girls thought he was an asshole, thought he was stuck up, or a hard-ass loner, or god knew what.

There had been two girls during the past couple years he had really liked, wanted to go out with, not only wanted to thoroughly fuck them, but actually wanted to get to know them, and he had blown it with both girls. Each had approached him at parties or at school, smiled at him, tried to get him to talk, and he’d mumble something about how he needed to get another beer, or if it was at school he’d say he had to see the coach or something. Excuses to walk away so they wouldn’t see how much he liked them and how damn stupid and nervous he was. His brain just shut down around girls he liked!

She was supposed to be at the grocery store!

He wasn’t thirteen anymore! He wasn’t sad about his mother dying unless he really thought about her, and he hated to admit it, but he really didn’t think about her very often anymore. He was eighteen now! When his father went around the country for three months every summer to supervise road or freakin’ bridge construction or whatever that damn company built around the country, he didn’t need Aunt Jean to freakin’ baby-sit him anymore! He would be in college in a few months! He would have been okay being alone for the summer since he was freakin’ fifteen!

And she was so freakin’ weird! She had never gone swimming in the freakin’ pool, not once, not one freakin’ time during any of the fucking summers she had been here. And she always wore those dumb-shit, dorkwad clothes! Who the fuck wore long, blue jean shorts that were hemmed?! And she must have five fucking pairs, and those damn stupid tee shirts that are always too freakin’ big on her! The only freakin’ parts of her he had seen were her oddball fat calves and piano ankles, her arms basically from her elbows down, and her head!

All that first summer she had stayed, he thought she was real fat under those clothes just like her fat-ass ankles, but then at the end of summer, on a windy day, her stupid baggy tee shirt had been plastered üsküdar escort against her side and she wasn’t fat at all, which just proved what a freakin’ dork she was! She couldn’t even buy clothes that fit right! And that fuckin’ freak eye of hers she was always hiding with her hand, and those stupid large plastic frame glasses! It was like she was a freakin’ cyclops, or… or always taking a freakin’ eye test looking at a fuckin’ chart on the wall!

His self-loathing skyrocketed with that last thought. He was an asshole. She wasn’t a cyclops, she could see out of the always squinting eye. That odd shape to her eyesocket and cheekbone, and that drooping scar around the socket forming a backwards “J” on her face was from a car crash when she was about his age. It hadn’t even been her fault. According to Dad, she had almost died, and that freaky eye and freaky part of her face had gone through six operations, plastic surgery and other shit, and it was the best it was ever going to look. He said she had other operations too but he hadn’t gone into much detail about those.

Ron knew he definitely was an asshole. He was trying to put her down in his mind and all she had ever been was nice to him. She had never been some dictator during the summers she stayed with him, although she wouldn’t let him walk all over her either, but he had never really tried that. She had never attempted to be a replacement mom either. If he thought about it, she had been nice, had even tried to be his friend, and he had never responded in kind. He did what she said he had to do, and when he tried to pull something she pointed out that Dad had told her the rules. He had done some shit a few times, coming home drunk, or drunk and stoned, actually more than a few times, but she had only realized he was high three or four times. She had told Dad, but had spoken with him first, saying she wasn’t a tattletale, spy, or informant on him, she was just following his dad’s instructions, and his dad trusted her to tell him when Ron broke the rules.

Those times had made him mad as hell because he never told on her. He hadn’t really noticed when he was thirteen that first summer, actually it wasn’t until near the end of the next summer that he figured out Aunt Jean got drunk at least once a week. He could sort of tell from the way she walked, and sometimes she would forget to angle her face away when she spoke to him, and she’d forget to used her hand to hide the scars and disfigurement especially when she watched TV. Once she wasn’t even wearing her thick framed glasses when he first walked into the family area, but she had quickly put them on. Mostly it was her slurring of words that let him catch on to it.

Those nights would always end the same way. She’d go to the guest room early, saying she was sleepy. She’d take a bath, or shower in the guest bathroom, and then on and off for the next couple hours she’d be in the bedroom, he guessed on the bed, crying on and off, fits of sobbing really. He had noticed other signs too. She always used one of the dark blue glasses they had when she drank alcohol, not the clear glasses. He never mentioned it to Dad. He didn’t want to get her in trouble, and she hadn’t told on him a few, well, more than a few times, when he had broken some rule — I won’t tell your Dad this time, but you have to promise me you won’t do that again. He’d always promise.

She was supposed to be at the freakin’ grocery store!

He got off the bed and started pacing. He’d have to leave his room sooner or later. When he realized Aunt Jean was getting drunk and crying, he had felt sorry for her, but even with the pity, he never was very nice to her. He should have been. Maybe it was that she was such a dork, or the way she acted so weird about her eye that first summer she stayed, even though he had seen her at least a couple times every year all his life.

Her eye had creeped him out as a boy when Mom had told him to give Aunt Jean a hello or good-bye hug. That was when he was a little older, but when he was he was really young her weird eye didn’t bother him much. She’d always play with him quite a bit when she’d visit for a week or so during summers and a week during Christmastime. Maybe she knew how to relate to kids better. She taught first grade. That was why she had the summers free to be here. He could recall snippets of those early times, and he couldn’t remember her covering her eye up or turning her face away to the side when she talked with him. Ron couldn’t even remember noticing the eye when they played and laughed together. Maybe she had been baby-sitting him then too, just for an evening or day when Mom and Dad went out.

He recalled telling her when he must have been about nine that she’d be really pretty if she didn’t have the ugly eye. In his boy’s way, he had thought it was a compliment. The comment had made her cry. He wasn’t sure, but he sort of recalled gaziemir escort that after that, she had started angling her face slightly away from him whenever she was around him. Just like she did now. It was after that the hugs started creeping him out.

Yeah, he had been an asshole to her.

But she said she was going grocery shopping!

Yeah, and he told her he was going to get his running shorts and go for a run. He shut his eyes tight. He had been so close to shooting his wad, holding his breath, ready to feel the surge, slowing down the strokes, squeezing his hand tighter around his aching hard, thick prick, his sliding hand was Mrs. Gregerson’s torrid asshole, she was begging him to fill her ass with his hot cum. He was a few seconds away from shooting it, his body stiffening, his torso curving forward a little. Then his bedroom door abruptly swung opened.

He wasn’t sure if he jumped but he instantly turned towards the sound, his hand still gripping his deep red, throbbing rod. He wasn’t certain he had jumped, but he was positive Aunt Jean had. She had let out a brief high pitched yelp too. Her good eye went really wide and her freaky eye strained to open wider too, so much so there had been a sort of stretch crease by her odd, disfigured cheekbone. She had frozen after her little “EEEK!” Her eyes fixed on the hard rod in his hand. It had to look like he was pointing it right at her, which in essence, he had been. Her jaw couldn’t have dropped lower.

He had frozen in pose too, still hunched over a little, gripping his throbbing prick at the base, he had stopped breathing. Time seemed to become suspended, or at least super slow motion. Her eyes on his cock, his eyes on the extra distortion behind her thick framed glasses around her freak eye. It seemed they had stared at each other for ten seconds, although it couldn’t have been more than a couple, yet he recalled that he had thought at the time, Why aren’t either of us moving? A few moments, maybe microseconds, after that thought, Aunt Jean moved first. Her face raised slightly, followed by her good and freaky eye, which met his eyes. He remembered her mouth still open wide like an elongated “0,” then the next moment, she dropped the folded tee shirts, underwear, and socks she had in her arms, turned and ran out of the room. He became unfrozen, virtually jumped the ten feet or so to his door and slammed it closed then pushed the button on the knob to lock it.

That was forty minutes ago. Jeezuz. It’s only June tenth! I have to face her for two and a half months more! I’m eighteen! She doesn’t have to be here!

He and Dad had talked about that. Dad agreed he was old enough to take care of himself, but he also said he thought Ron would end up partying a hell of a lot and that worried him, things getting out of control, someone getting hurt, the liability. He added that since he had suggested Ron take this summer off, not work for the contractor this summer and just enjoy himself before college started, that the old adage about boredom being he devil’s playground had some validity to it.

Ron had said he could trust him a dozen times, but Dad said he knew how peer pressure worked, he knew that even if Ron didn’t plan a party, maybe some friends would just show up some afternoon, and in a friendly way they’d share a six pack and after Ron drank a beer or two suddenly having just one party wouldn’t be that bad because everyone would be careful and adult about it.

Dad then admitted that half of the reason, maybe the larger part of he reason he wanted Aunt Jean to stay the summer again, was for Jean. He said it was good for her to get out of her little house, swim in their pool, relax in a change of scenery. When Ron had told him Aunt Jean never used the pool, Dad hadn’t believed him at first then had sort of believed him. Dad said that Jean had some unresolved “issues” since the auto accident. It wasn’t just her face that was injured but she had other scars too. That maybe she was shy because of that. He had told Ron that she had really been a very pretty girl, very nice and sweet, popular, and all that in high school, then in her senior year the accident had happened. Ron had been about six at the time.

Ron now blinked with an epiphany. That’s why I don’t remember her face being fucked up when I was real little. A second realization hit him. When he was really young, she had only been a girl, like twelve or thirteen. That would make her like thirty or thirty-one now. A third realization hit him– He had never wondered how old she was. She was Dad’s little sister, so maybe he assumed she was in her thirties, because Dad was forty-one, but hadn’t Dad been in high school when she was born? No, maybe he was in middle school? How old is she? The way she dressed and the freaky eye, mostly it was the way she dressed, he just thought “dork” when he’d look at her, not any age. sancaktepe escort Ron’s gut instantly tightened at the sound of the three soft taps on his door.

Jean cleared her throat. “Ron? Ron, I… I think we… um… I think we need to have a brief talk. I… I’ll be in the kitchen. Come down, okay?”

FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! Ron took a slow breath. “Uh… yeah. I’ll meet you in the kitchen, in… in a minute.”

“All right.”

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! His gut was in a knot. He had been hoping she’d just pretend it hadn’t happened. He tried to think of some excuse or explanation but what explanation could there be but the real one? SHIT! He figured he better go down and just get it over with.

He left his room and went to the kitchen. When he entered Aunt Jean was sitting at the table not the island counter, her right elbow on the table top, her forearm vertical, her hand at her face as if resting her head slightly against her palm, or holding the dorkwad thick plastic frames of her glasses, but he knew it was there to cover her freak eye. She was staring down at a glass of water. Her head moved slightly, her good eye looked at his waist then back down at her glass of water. He sat down at the end of the table, she was at the side of the table, her good profile towards him. It was their usual positions on the rare occasions they both sat at the table. He usually ate his meals in his room or in front of the big TV. She usually ate in the kitchen area.

Ron took a quick breath. “I’m… I’m really sorry, Aunt Jean. I…” He didn’t know what else to say.

“I… I’m sorry too. I… I should have knocked. I…” She stopped talking and sipped her water. “I thought you were out running and so when I brought the laundry up I didn’t think you were home.” She took a breath.

Ron needed to ask and spoke fast, “Are you going to mention this to Dad?”

Jean kept staring at her water glass. “No.” She took another breath. “I don’t think that’s… it’s not necessary. You… you were just doing what… what a normal boy would do. And… and I know when there are… are attractive women around that…”

OH SHIT! She knows I was checking out Mrs. Gregerson! Ron’s gut knotted tighter.

“… that guys… boys, I mean… young men…” She took a sip of water. “That guys will… will have thoughts and…. and will fantasize.” Another sip of water. “Girls… girls… I mean, everyone… I mean both sexes… masturbate. It’s… it’s a psychological and biological function. So… so… I don’t… I don’t think you should feel embarrassed about… about it. And… I… I can understand why… why you were watching Eileen, but… but…” She took another sip of water. “I’m not sure… that… that you should be looking at her… without…. her… I mean… without her knowledge, it’s like you’re… I… I mean… I don’t think that’s a good… habit to…”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her eyes opened. “You’re eighteen, Ron, I… I know you think I shouldn’t be saying anything to you about this, so… I… I mean, I guess that’s right. You’re a young man now, and I’m… I’m….”

Jean turned her face away from him. Her hand rose and quickly wiped both her eyes. Her head swiveled forward again and she drank more water. “And… I’m just some… some ug… some… aunt who’s a… a grade school teacher, so… so I know I shouldn’t be telling you how to live you life or… or what to do.”

She cleared her throat and then took yet another sip from her glass. “And… and… I… I really didn’t mean to… to just stand there, but… but… I was… so… so shocked… I mean surprised, that I… I froze. I’m sorry about that too. That and not knocking. I’ll never again go into your room without knocking first, even… even if I’m sure you’re with your friends or out on a date with some girl or something.” Jean took one more sip of water. “Is there anything… do you want to say anything?”

“I… I just want to say I’m sorry. I’m… I’m very, very sorry.”

Jean pushed her chair back and stood without looking at Ron. “I… I… I’m going to do the grocery shopping now.”

“I’m… I think I’m gonna drive over to Josh’s and… and I may uh… grab a burger later… with… uh… the guys. So… I’ll be home… like late.”

“All right.” At the doorway to the laundry room she lowered her hand from her face.

*

Ron turned onto his street. It was near midnight. Josh’s mom had essentially thrown him out at 10:30 because Josh was working tomorrow morning. Ron had gone to a cafe in town and nursed an iced cappuccino as long as he could, then just walked around the dead shopping area for a while. He finally ran out of options and slowly drove home. As he approached the driveway he noticed a lamp on in the family room. That didn’t mean Jean was up. She usually left an undercabinet light on in the kitchen and a lamp in the family area when he was out and she went up to bed. He saw a subtle flicker, changes of light at the closed drapes. Shit! She was up. She had the big TV on.

At the cafe he had decided to just act as normal as possible around her. He didn’t want any more tension or weirdness between them than there had been prior to her barging in on him beating off. He just wanted everything to go back to normal.

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She walks towards him, hips swaying slightly in the confident, provocative manner he knows so well. She is just 18, and still so inexperienced, despite her worldly-wise attitude and overdone make-up. She is trying so hard to look older, thinking that plastering her face is the way to do it, but she’s still so naïve. She gives him the hard, cool look she seems to think so sophisticated, and he knows that she thinks she can see right through him.

He is standing outside the doorway into his office. The door is open slightly and he pushes it wider. He says nothing as she enters showing no fear, despite what is to come. She tries so hard to appear not to care. All he can do is watch, taking in her swaying bottom in its tight, short skirt, her long hair hanging so gracefully over her shoulders…

He closes the door behind her and walks past her, catching the sweet scent of her perfume as he moves around to sit behind his desk. She stands in front of him, hands behind her back. Her breasts are pushed forward and strain the buttons of her tight blouse, and he can’t help but admire them, as she looks past him and stares out of the small dormer window which provides the only natural light in his small attic room.

“Sophie,” he breaks the silence. “Do you know why you have been sent to me?”

She gives him a sulky pout. “Yes, Sir.” He waits for her to continue, but she is staring out of the window once more, and he feels a little impatient. His feelings show in his voice as he asks, “So why is that?”

She looks him in the eye, a wry smile on her face, and tells him, “Miss Brown says I’m a slut, Sir.”

“And are you?” the words are out before he can stop himself. “I… I mean, why does she say that?”

“Because of the way I dress, Sir,” she says, smiling.

He takes this as an invitation to look at her clothing in more detail. Her blouse is open at the neck, her school tie hanging loosely around the collar. The thin material of the white blouse shows her black bra clearly underneath. Her skirt is way too short, and she wears black stockings – he can tell because the lacey tops show just below her hemline. Her black high-heeled shoes are far from regulation, but when she walks they contribute to the sexual sway of her hips.

“Well I have to agree with her that what you’re wearing is more than a little inappropriate for school,” he says finally, as he feels his temperature, amongst other things, rising. “And of course your make-up and those ear rings will have to go too. There is no doubt you will have to be punished for your conduct.”

He can see that this statement has little effect on her. She’s expecting a few detentions, and having to wear regulation uniform for a while, because this is all that normally happens. This time, he’s decided, it will be different. If she’s determined to be a slut, she will get the punishment that a slut deserves.

He bursa escort stands. She looks at him defiantly and he frowns slightly. “This time you won’t get off as lightly as you have in the past, Sophie.” He walks over to the corner of the room, where there is an umbrella stand. He selects a thin cane from amongst several he keeps there, just in case. Turning, he sees the uncertainty in her face, this time she is less self-assured as she sees what he holds. She chews on her lip, the scarlet lipstick contrasting sharply with the whiteness of her teeth. He walks towards her, and pulls a chair out from under the desk. Placing it to one side of her, he walks over to the door and locks it. Now she is really worried. This room is so far from the rest of the school, and anyway most people will have left for home by now.

“Bend over the back of the chair, now!” he orders. She looks at him in the forlorn hope that maybe he is just playing with her, that it’s all some weird joke – no one gets caned any more, do they? “Do it!,” this time he won’t be disobeyed. She bends forward and places her hands on the seat, leaning her body against the tall upright back, and feeling the hard frame pushing into her waist. Her hair falls forward, covering her face, but she is shaking slightly and he sees her fear.

“Sophie, you are a slut,” he tells her, “and you need to know how sluts are treated. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she mumbles. “Louder! Tell me what you are,” he demands, and she almost shouts it out, “Yes Sir, I’m a slut.”

He walks slowly around behind her, and stands for a while, admiring her tight cheeks in the little black lace panties which he had imagined she would wear under that short skirt. He wonders how many of the boys in the school have been given this pleasure. Well, he thinks, it’s about time this little slut experienced a man.

“Spread your legs a little, Sophie, and stick out your bottom, that’s right.” He reaches forward and runs the cane gently over her rounded contours, and she gasps softly as she feels it. “But this won’t do. Naughty girls have to be caned on their bare flesh, so that they can really feel their punishment,” and he reaches forward, taking the elastic of her panties in one hand and pulling them slowly down to reveal her beautiful, smooth skin. He places them at her knees, and tells her to spread her legs wider – the panties must on no account fall to the floor, or there will be further punishment.

He can’t resist touching her any longer. His hand strokes that sweet behind, caressing it gently as he prepares her for her lesson. His fingers probe between her cheeks and slowly move forward until he can feel the wetness seeping from her velvety cunt. He knew this would be a turn-on for her, a true slut. She moans as his fingers explore, almost forgetting the threat of the caning. He çanakkale escort is aware of his cock, so hard in his trousers now that it’s almost painful, and reluctantly takes his hand away. He has to correct her… first.

Standing back, he runs his cane over her bare bottom once more, then pulls it back. “Count for me, Sophie,” he commands, as he takes the first stroke. Not too hard, this first one… swish! But she screams nonetheless, more in surprise than pain, as it stings her cheeks. She stands and rubs her bottom, looking around at him, but he pushes her back into position. “You didn’t count, Sophie. That will mean an extra stroke,” he informs her. “Please Sir, no!” she complains, and he takes another stroke. “From one, Sophie!.”

“One!” she cries, as she feels a more intense stinging sensation. Again, he strokes her with the cane, and she cries out, “Two!” And now he is in his stride, and he gives her eight more strokes in rapid succession, each one measured to be slightly harder than the last. “Ten!” she screams, finally. He looks down, yes, the panties are still in place at her knees. He smiles.

Moving forward, he gently touches the red welts which are forming on those perfect cheeks, and she winces. Bending down, he kisses each one softly, his tongue outlining them and caressing her skin. Her soft sobbing gives way to sensual moans as he pulls her cheeks apart and laps gently at her soaking wet cunt with his tongue, tasting her sweet juices. His fingers explore, spreading her engorged labia, and feeling for her tight hole. He pushes up slowly, feeling his way into her softness, his finger sliding easily deep inside her. He knows she is ready for him, but she needs another lesson first.

“Stand up and turn around, Sophie,” he says. “Your tie is a mess. Take it off!” Looking him in the eye, she complies, reaching up and slowly pulling it undone, then dropping it to the floor at his feet. He notices that she still stands with her legs spread, holding up the panties, and that the short, tight skirt has risen on her thighs, exposing more of the stocking tops. Her blouse is unbuttoned to her cleavage. He grasps the front and rips it open, exposing her round breasts in their push-up bra. “The blouse is torn, Sophie,” he points out, “It’ll have to come off.” Obligingly, she slips it off her shoulders and it drops to the ground behind her. He is so hard now that he can barely think of anything else, but he persists with her inspection. “Take off the panties, please. But don’t let them touch the floor,” he warns. She lifts up each leg in turn and slips the panties quickly over her feet, bunching them up and holding out her hand to offer them to him. Taking them, he pushes them deep into his pocket.

“Now, Sophie, pull up your skirt for me, I want to see your pussy,” he orders. Slowly, seductively, she hitches rize escort up the hem and exposes her partially shaven cunt. “Spread your legs a little wider,” he says, and she does so, ankles straining on those heels. “You are a good little slut, Sophie, and I need you to do something for me now. Kneel at my feet, please.”

“Yes, Sir,” she says, and falls to her knees, legs still spread and skirt around her waist. She looks up at him as he moves closer to her, grabbing a handful of her long hair. “Unzip me,” he says, and her hands move quickly to obey. He undoes the trouser button and she pulls them down for him. She knows what to do, is not wholly inexperienced, and she takes his straining cock into her soft hand and guides it to her mouth. Leaning back against his desk, he sighs as she caresses his hardness with her soft, wet tongue, her red lips closing around the tip as she starts to suck. But, too soon, he is close to cumming and he doesn’t want that yet.

“Stand up, now,” he tells her hoarsely, “and take off that slutty bra!” She stands and he watches as she unfastens it and slowly pulls the straps down her slender arms, finally exposing her erect, dark pink nipples to his gaze. Bending forward, he takes the left into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently as he squeezes the right with his hand. She moans, “Oh Sir,” and he reaches around to unzip her skirt and push it off her hips, letting it fall and allowing her to step out of it. She stands in front of him, unashamed at her near-nakedness, and he admires her body as he removes his own clothes to reveal his well muscled chest and thighs. He can see her appraising look, and is thankful that he keeps in shape.

He has to have her, now! “Bend over the desk, please,” he tells her, and she leans forward exposing that beautiful rear to him once more, the stripes subsiding now. With one thrust, he is deep inside her and she gasps at the force of his entry. She is so wet now, but also so tight, and he finds it hard to stay in control. His hands on the desk, arms supporting him above her, he slowly moves in and out, savouring every thrust, as she sighs with pleasure. She moves closer to the edge of the desk allowing her clit to rub against it each time he pushes into her. Stopping briefly, he turns her over to lie on her back, and thrusts into her once more as he reaches forward to cup her soft breasts in his large hands. Her legs are spread wide and he enters her so deeply.

A sheen of sweat glistens on her body and her eyes are closed as she moans and calls his name, and he knows she is very close to orgasm. “Cum with me, Sophie, my slut,” he says, “I want to fill you now,” knowing he can hold back no longer. Moments later, his cum explodes into her waiting body, and he feels her spasm with her own pleasure. Slumping forward, he kisses her throat and neck, and lies there for a while, exhausted. “You are my slut,” he tells her, when he gets his breath back, “don’t forget this lesson, or I will have you here again.” She winks at him, “No Sir, I won’t forget.”

He rises and sits in a chair, watching as his slut, his colleague, Miss Brown, dresses. And as she leaves, she turns to give him that sexy grin he knows so well, and to confirm, “Same time next week?”

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