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My name is Madeline Jean-Christophe Bradshaw. I’m a plump White chick in her early fifties living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, kind of curvy, with short blonde hair and pale green eyes. I worked as a Professor of Economics at the University of Ottawa for two decades and recently retired. My conservative husband Paul Bradshaw recently died so I’m free to explore my bisexuality at last. I’ve got the biggest ass you’ve ever seen on a White chick. A sixty-inch, heart-shaped White ass. I am a kinky bitch. And I love to fuck Black men ( and occasionally Black women ) in the ass with my thick strap-on dildo. You can say it’s sort of my fetish. Let’s explore this together, folks.

Right now, I’m fucking Anthony Mulenge in the ass. He’s a big and tall Black man from the Republic of Nigeria. He works as a Corrections Officer with the Ontario Ministry of Corrections. Anthony is married to a lovely Black lady named Miranda and they live in the suburb of Orleans. They have two daughters together. Anthony Mulenge seems like a respectable Black male professional. Yet he’s got a hidden fetish for bossy White women, which explains why he keeps coming back to me. I love the idea of dominating and even sexually enslaving Black guys and even Black chicks. So you could say that Anthony and I were made for each other.

I love sexually submissive Black guys like Anthony Mulenge. The big and tall Black guy from the Republic of Nigeria has a submissive streak the length of Lake Erie. I made him get naked and stroked his long and thick Black dick while fingering his asshole. Then I bend him over my knee and spanked him. I love spanking Black men. Anthony’s dick got really hard as I spanked his ass. When I started fingering his asshole again, he actually came. I smacked him for coming without permission and then told him I’d drill his ass with bayan gaziantep escort my strap-on dildo as punishment. Anthony actually grinned like a frigging clown.

Anthony squeals as I fuck him in the ass. It’s what he deserves for being a sexually submissive Black guy. I slam my dildo deep into Anthony’s asshole. I love fucking Black men in the ass. And lots of these supposedly macho Black guys love getting fucked by a bossy White woman with a strap-on dildo. It’s not something they discuss with their wives, girlfriends or buddies but you know it’s true. I’ve lost count of how many Black guy s contact me online for kinky fun. And I know how to satisfy them.

For decades I was married to a handsome albeit extremely conservative British-born African guy named Paul Bradshaw. He was a Theology student at the University of Ottawa when we first met. We got married, and had a son and daughter together. Our son Joshua is studying business at York University in the city of Toronto. Our daughter Megan is studying accounting at the University of Carleton in downtown Ottawa. We’ve done alright for ourselves. Unfortunately, my two decades spent living with Paul Bradshaw were the most sexually repressive of my life. I cared for him but now that he’s dead, I want to enjoy myself.

A big part of enjoying my newfound freedom and awakened sensuality is finding Black men whose asses I can ram with my strap-on dildo. And I am good at it. Just ask our friend Anthony Mulenge here. Actually, he’s kind of busy right now and can’t scream. Why is that, you may ask? Well, he’s been screaming a bit too much so I kind of had to gag him. Right now, he’s grumbling but can’t really scream. Even though I’m burying my twelve-inch strap-on dildo so far up his ass, it’s not even funny. I slam my dildo into Anthony’s ass, berating and bayan escort gaziantep teasing him along the way.

After giving Anthony’s asshole a thorough fucking, I pull my dildo out of him. I look inside his now gaping asshole, pausing to admire my handiwork. I love to look inside a Black man’s gaping asshole after fucking him with my strap-on dildo. What kind of White dominatrix would I be if I didn’t enjoy this sort of thing? Yeah, that’s what I thought. I give Anthony Mulenge a few moments to recover, then I ordered him to kneel before me. I made the macho Nigerian-born Canadian law enforcement official suck my strap-on dildo after fucking his ass with it. Then I ordered him to suck my milky toes. And he did it happily. Afterwards he took a shower and left my house.

I took a shower and got ready for my next guest. I told you before that I am exploring my bisexuality. Well, I’ve always found both Black guys and Black women to be sexually attractive. Most of the Black chicks I meet think I’m a weirdo when I hit on them. That’s why I was really looking forward to my next meeting. I encountered Celestine Armando online and have been chatting with her for a while. She’s a tall, absolutely gorgeous young Black woman of African and Italian descent. She’s studying business at the University of Ottawa and she’s exploring her bisexuality these days. Well, I found that really cool. And the fact that she was into BDSM and looking to explore her submissive side was a definite plus.

Celestine Armando came to my house, looking sexy as hell. I invited her to my living room and we had a talk. I wanted to get to know her better. I found her intelligent, sassy and sexy. I simply love Black women. They’re uniquely strong, sensual and hot in a way that us White chicks can never be. I’m actually woman enough to acknowledge escort bayan gaziantep that. Once we got all that out of the way, Celestine and I actually had a lot of fun together. This sexually submissive young Black woman was looking for a bossy mature White dominatrix and that’s exactly what I was for her.

I made Celestine get naked and admired her sexy body. The young Black woman was sexy as hell with her cute face, athletic body, sexy hips and big round ass. I got naked and she seemed to like what she saw. I’m not as young as I once was but I work out a lot and stay in shape. I’m fifty one years old, stand five feet eleven inches tall and weigh exactly two hundred and eight pounds. I think I look okay, if I do say so. And Celestine obviously thought so because she was eager to worship my mature yet sexy body. We ended up having a lot of fun together.

I ordered Celestine to get on her hands and knees and she did. I made her suck my pussy then lick my toes. The whole time I berated her. Then I bent her over my knee and spanked her. Celestine squealed as my heavy hands gave her sexy brown butt the spanking it deserved. I then fingered her asshole roughly while sliding a slim dildo into her pussy. I made my sexy Black slut scream. Then I took out my strap-on dildo and fucked her with it. Face down and ass up, that’s how I fucked my sexy Black female submissive. I spanked her ass and berated her endlessly while slamming my strap-on dildo into her cunt. Then I switched things up.

I laid Celestine on her back and raised her shapely legs in the air. I slid two fingers into her pussy to stimulate her. She moaned in pleasure. I slid my strap-on dildo into her asshole and the young Black slut began whistling a different tune. Laughing, I fucked her hard. I plunged the dildo deep into her asshole. I smacked her face, pinched her tits and spat on her. I wanted her to know who the boss was. I fucked her so roughly she cried. It turned me on so much that I came. After fucking her asshole with my strap-on dildo, I made her lick it. Then I told her to leave my house like the bitch she is. Later, she called me wanting more. I now have a sexy Black female submissive among my regular stable of sexually submissive Black studs. How cool is that?

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[[Hey all! This is the first part of a novella-ish length story about a Family so hot that laws literally changed to encompass their incestuous pornography films being allowed for public consumption. I play with perspective a bit in this and try to tell it through two characters. I hope you enjoy!]]

(Julie)

I’d say that I woke up to a morning like any other, but that would be a lie; this morning was special. Like Christmas fucking your Birthday while your wedding day eats them both out from behind. I leapt out of bed unbelievably horny, my dreams had apparently been nothing but a huge clit-tease and now there were mere hours between me and getting to fuck the hottest seven people on the entire planet at once: My family.

It might sound arrogant for me to suggest that those who share my incredible genes are the hottest, but in this case it isn’t just my opinion: My uncle Randy started his own porn company in which we’re the main performers and the popularity of our films has so eclipsed every other adult film studio on earth that many of them are shuttering, and the rest have to pay us exorbitant fees to license our movies and stay afloat by showing them. We’re that fucking good.

I took a few moments to check out that fine fucking bitch in the mirror, loving the way the morning light loved every part of my curves. The longest part of my 5’8″ height was my legs, which joined just beneath my flaring-out hips and ass, then the line tapered in the six-pack-ab adorned middle that made up my waist, and then blew outward again into my mind-bending GG cup breasts. Firmness ran in my family and until you saw the bounce or sway of the things you might have sworn I had implants. The pair lifted and stuck out more as I lifted my long blonde hair into a pair of pig-tails and batted my own golden-brown eyes at myself.

It wasn’t just exciting that I was going to get to bang my family for the first time today, it was heightened by the fact that this would be the first time my Uncle’s wing of the family—-the Johnsons—-would bring their considerable fucking prowess to bear on my mother’s branch, the Coopers. (I know there’s already a famous baseball player named Randy Johnson, but he renounced his nickname “The Big Unit” to my uncle, the second that big cock first showed up on camera.) So it was a red-letter day all around.

Of course I wasn’t coming into things a complete virgin. When my mother caught me at 18 having destroyed the entire baseball team when I was head cheerleader at school, she knew that I was destined to follow in her footsteps as an adult starlet. She helped me pick out a porn name (I went by GiGi Jizelle back then, in honor of my GG cups and how much I loved getting them covered in layers of spunk) and introduced me to her contacts in the industry. I was winning AVN Awards mere months later and was considered by insiders to be the hottest thing to happen to the industry my uncle or mother or brother or aunt or cousins, which is saying a lot given how much they all rocked the porn business in their time with it. Basically Coopers and Johnsons all cut their teeth blowing the minds (and body parts) of all the other big names before creating their own arm of the industry.

I got dressed after the mirror confirmed everything I’d hoped about myself (alright, I’ll admit that while I was proud to have a tight six pack, I was still jealous of the eight-pack mom was sporting. I’d have to work out a lot longer to hit that point I guess. I decided to keep it casual today and went with a pair of tight, ass-hugging jeans and a white half-shirt that could do nothing to stop the protrusion of my hard gum-drop nipples.

I bounced (and I do mean BOUNCED) down the stairs into the kitchen for breakfast, and was immediately greeted by the sight of my brother’s gorgeous, muscular back, corded muscles just slightly flexed as he bent over, his big beefy arms wrapped around my mother. I don’t think they were making out exactly, but obviously I’d walked in halfway through some sort of game of sexual chicken; my family was always doing that, teasing each other, pushing one another until someone broke and tried to fuck. It only followed logically that people who watched each other fuck on film all day would want to experience it.

Evan, (that’s my brother) backed off when I said “Good morning!” being as much a cockblock as I was a cocktease in that moment. He turned to face me and I savored the image of him, his massive biceps looking freshly pumped beneath his ripped-up shoulders, the splendor of his perfect stomach showing slightly through the tank-top he wore, cock bulging grotesquely in his board shorts. He grinned that perfect grin of his beneath his brown eyes and hair, looking for all the world like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Of course he’s in the industry as well, goes by the name “Evan Biggur” as a pun on the idea that he’s even bigger than the biggest you’d see on-screen.

“Morning, Julie,” he said as my mother hastily fussed with disheveled brunette escort gaziantep hair, her own brown eyes sparkling with mischief as she took me in.

“Oh darling, you’re looking just radiant today! Are you excited you finally get to get on the family camera?”

I could only nod in response, knowing my still-hard nipples were doing the talking for me in answer to that question.

“Still don’t look as radiant as you, mom,” It was true. Roxy Cooper, or, ‘Gedallia Rocksauff’ as she was known on camera did not look like a woman who could have given birth two me and a strapping son. Her towering five-foot-eleven height always left me feeling humbled, (though not as much as Evan’s 6’4″ footballer build) as did the fact that she was just in incredible shape, every muscle worked out to perfection, not scary big, but pronounced and toned. I was envious of her tits too, whopping HH cups that had barely more sag than my own huge GG’s. She was dressed very similar to me, blue-jeans and a halter-top in her case, but still very little hidden from the world as we prepared for the big shoot.

Evan poured himself a glass of orange juice as mom turned her attention to bacon that was beginning to sizzle.

“Honestly sis, thanks for saving me, I don’t know if I could take more her cockteasing?” I gave a tit-rolling shrug as I helped myself to one of the chairs and a blueberry muffin, “What’s that supposed to mean? You’ve been teased before.”

“Yeah, but this is different, I’ve been uh, saving up.”

I cocked my head at him, “Bullshit! I’ve still heard the usual shrieks of pleasure coming from your room, you’ve been having girlfriends over like usual.”

“Well sure, I’ve been banging the tits off bitches like usual, sure, I just haven’t been uh, ‘completing’ you know?”

“Evan! What have I told you about using that word!?” Mom cut in at him saying ‘bitches’.

He took on a hang-dog look, “You said not to use it if I wasn’t cramming my cock hard and fast into the slut I was calling bitch until she squirted a gallon of cunt-cream.”

“That’s my boy. I raised you with proper morality and don’t you forget it.”

“Shucks, sorry mom. Anyway, the point is, my fucking nuts haven’t been drained in over forty-eight hours now, and that’s the longest I’ve been without release since I got my first fucking hard-on.”

“Oh no, bro! Does it hurt?” I asked, genuinely curious. There were mysteries of male anatomy I’d never understand, even with my ample experience in operating it.

“Not exactly, I mean, it kinda aches, but mostly I just wanna cum real bad. I feel like it’s gonna be epic when I do.”

“I can’t wait to see it!”

Mom swayed around us, deliberately putting her perfect bubble-butt right in Evan’s face as she served me, then turned so he got her tits in profile as she put bacon on his plate as well.

“Actually, your uncle said that he and Johnny have been saving up too, maybe even longer than that. This should be quite the show!”

“Did you guys deny yourselves before last year’s orgy?” I asked.

The orgies had become quite the tradition for the family business. The Fuckatino Film company had been launched in a very smart way. It started with the press releases that celebrated porn star Randy Johnson was leaving the industry and started with him just doing some real basic solo vids, the kinds where he showed off the true dimensions of his incredible cock. One of the reasons he had to leave porn was because his co-stars tended to get too jealous to appear with him in film.. You can’t compete when you’ve been bragging that your nine incher is really thirteen when a genuine cock that’s even bigger than your lying number is also on camera. So even by just showing that beast off he was doing something revolutionary.

Then he added footage with his wife, which everyone loved, many of them not realizing he’d married a porn legend. Finally, rumors started swirling that other families were getting in on it behind the scenes but they didn’t release any footage until they’d cleared a few legal hurdles, their efforts alone redefining what could be legally penalized as incest. In the end, laws changed to accommodate them simply because public outcry to the contrary was too great, the world wanted to see my Aunt and cousins fuck and so long as there were no children from it, there was no harm.

From there, he’d slowly revved it up, longer scenes with more participants until the first orgy involving everyone who wasn’t still locked into industry contracts had gone off last year. I was still bound to mine so I could only jealously watch as my brother and mother came back home, drenched in sex, and so exhausted that even they had to take a day off of sex afterwards, which prior to that had been unthinkable. This year, my contract was up, and I too would get to see what the Fuckatino Family Business was really all about.

I only heard flashes of what had actually gone down. My Uncle getting his whole cock escort gaziantep bayan swallowed for the first time since he’d begun having sex. Mom literally destroying cameras with the power and volume of her squirting. The twins managing to make my brother cum just from rimming him. My Aunt fucking a bed to flinders riding her son. Johnny plowing the twins unconscious. It had gone on for more than a day and the stories were legendary. Now I was going to get to be a part of it!

After our late breakfast we all piled into Mom’s Bentley. It’s not as fun as the Corvette, but that doesn’t sit three as comfortably. I was stuck in the back while mom worked her hand between the gear-shift and the outline of Evan’s stupendous bulge, teasing him mercilessly as the rumbling engine jiggled our tits.

“Nggh, Mom, that feels really good but my balls are already so swollen!” he groaned.

She smirked and scooped a hand into his pants, clearly rubbing away at his overpacked scrotum.

“My poor big boys’ poor big boys.” Her tone was one of motherly concern even though her expression was that of a cock-eating shark.

“My POOR brother,” I joined in, moving unsafely to get my huge boobs grinding against the back of his head.

“Oh you guys are gonna fucking GET it,” Evan said through tightly clenched teeth.

“We certainly HOPE so!” Mom and I said in perfect coke-owing unison.

We arrived at Uncle Randy’s place all pretty worked up, I could feel a quiver in my clit that kept going long after the powerful engine had been shut off. His place looked normal enough from the outside, it was large with a huge bay window, some nice professional gardening out front and even a small tranquility fountain that babbled away on the lawn. Pausing to smile at mom and Evan I finally raised a hand to knock on the door.

________________________________________ (Johnny)

The knock signaled the end of a very pleasant morning. I’d woken up to getting my dick sucked, which was how I often woke up. Sometimes it was My mom. Sometimes it was one of my sisters (or both, they rarely let each other go solo on anything.) Sometimes it was my Aunt Roxy, though that was rare. As far as I was concerned there was no better way in the world to come out of sleep than feeling yourself halfway down a wet hot throat.

This particular morning it was Mom who was doing the sucking, she was slowly jacking my whopper in both hands while her mouth bobbed up and down on my cockhead. I groaned, “Yeah, fucking suck it, mom, I love how you worship this dick!”

Most girls did worship it, really. I was the lucky recipient of proper Johnson DNA, the incredible genetic collection of parts that made muscles come easy, sex last for hours, and above all, my penis beyond huge. Both me and my cousin Evan had the kinds of cocks that shattered the world of pornography, and both of us were just following in our father’s footsteps. I think dad’s a hair bigger than us, but you never know, we’re still young enough we might grow a little yet before we’re done, I’d always like to think I’d be able to take my old man eventually.

Speaking of Oedipus, my mom pulled off my cock, drooling a thick strand of slobber all over my shaft as she moved down to give each of my huge nuts a savoring, worshipful kiss.

“Mmm, morning to you too, mom,” I groggily said as I reached out a hand to paw at one of her enormous J-cup tits.

“Morning, baby. Where do you want to cum?” she asked as she licked up the slobber-trail she’d just left.

“Nnnngh, I hate to say it, but I don’t. Family orgy today and I don’t want to waste even a single load before it begins.

She pouted mockingly, “Awww, after all that work I just did?”

I shrugged, “Tell you what, I promise to save my first load for you. Where do you want it when I do?”

She thought about it a moment, “Half in my mouth, half in my face, baby.”

“You got it.”

“Such a respectful son.” Her giggle was light and tinkly. She gave my cockhead a goodbye kiss before sweeping her long blonde hair back and standing up, adjusting her tits a little before she treated me to an ass-wiggling exit from the room. Mom had always been a cock-tease, but she was a cock-pleaser too so it all balanced out in the end. Speaking of ends, hers was a delight to watch on its way through the door. There’s a reason the industry dubbed her simply enough: “Sexi Lexi”.

Finally I stretched and stood up, heading right to the bathroom to shower. I made it a cold one today, not wanting to knock over any furniture with my famously massive erection. I shook my head as I caught sight of it in the transparent reflection in the glass door of the bathtub,

“Dude, you’ve got a big dick,” I said. Not bragging, it was just the truth. I spread the soap all over the perfectly cut body I’d earned with hours in the gym and days in endless hardcore fuck-fests, I loved the feel of how much my biceps bulged, the way the water flowed into escort gaziantep kızlar different tributaries around my jacked-as-fuck abs, and the comforting stability of my thick-ass quads. My body was built to fuck, and I’d honed into an even more perfect sex-machine with every passing day. As my cock finally began to flag I reached down and cupped the meaty weight of my heavy ballsack, noting that the big boys were definitely heavier than usual, all in anticipation of finally getting to fuck her.

Her? My cousin, the unbelievable piece of ass that was coming to her and my first family “reunion” this year. Julie “GG Jizelle” Cooper had the firmest tits in the family for their size even if they weren’t quite as big as Aunties or Mom’s, and something about her just grabbed me more than any of the thousands of co-stars had so far. Now that she was contract free, it was time to show her what my big fucking cock did to hot pieces of ass like her. But, you know, in a loving kissing cousins sort of way.

I through on the button-up shorts I knew I wouldn’t be wearing long and a tee that hugged my muscles as I went downstairs to join everyone else. The twins were looking pretty hot with their yoga-pants and bikini-tops, both garments hugging every generous curve. I mean, in our family they actually had the tiniest tits to offer, but that still meant Maria and Andrea still had FF cups that blew almost everyone else on earth right the fuck out of the water. Add those crystal-blue eyes and that jet black hair and you might as well have cut the ribbon on a fucking boner-factory right there.

Lastly, sitting back in his big comfy recliner was the man himself, Randy Johnson. I could never stop being thankful this dude was my father, and while I hoped to one day surpass him as the world’s greatest porn star, I would never stop respecting him. The man could tear apart a hole in a way that would still take me years to master. When that knock at the door sounded, he was the one who stood up and let the Cooper family in.

I gave Evan some dab as we both sized each other up; he was a little older and I couldn’t help competing a little, but at the end of the day we’re pretty cool with each other. Still, I’m sure I’m the bigger stud. This was just going to be my first year to prove it.

Randy escorted them to sit on the big-ass couch (that couch has seen a lot action, trust me) and then we all took the different chairs and love seats to join them, the eight of us all kinda making little smalltalk. My eyes were on Julie and that sexy rack of hers, such whoppers I don’t think she was even wearing a bra under that halter and they still looked pushed up.

“So before we get started, I just wanted to make something clear,” Randy said. “This is a Johnson-Cooper family reunion. Now I know you all know that means we’re in for an intense fuck-fest the rest of the world can only watch and envy, but we have two newbies this year. Johnny, Julie, are you both REALLY sure you’re ready for this?”

I snorted, “‘course’.” Because it was obvious. Julie looked confused, “Yeah, why wouldn’t we be?”

Randy stood up then, hooking his fingers through the belt-loops of his shorts, big mitts framing his big package, “Well you need to understand. Normally, when we all fuck out there in the industry like you guys have been doing the last couple of years, we hold back, right? If we didn’t, we’d break our co-stars and probably ruin their careers,”

“Not to mention their holes!” Evan cut in and I gave him an approving high-five.

“Yes, exactly. Now in this, NO one is going to hold back. This is going to be the longest, sweatiest, slobbery-est, ball-slappingest, ass-rippingest, cunt-killingest, gaggyest no-holds-barred slaughter-orgy that you all have ever been through. You might need more time. You might not be ready. You could leave here bruised and humiliated and drained because even though you’re both very impressive specimens of Johnson-Cooper DNA, you haven’t been at this as long as the rest of us and we could leave you in the dust. So I ask again: Are you ready?

I just nodded, but Julie surprised me,

“Ready to get your cock down my throat, uncle,” she said with a giggle. Even he looked surprised, who knew my little kissin’ cousin had grown into such a slut! This was gonna be a fun time. ________________________________________ (Julie) I couldn’t believe what I’d just said! From the looks on their faces, they couldn’t either, but shock was soon replaced by knowing glances and easy smiles.

“Come on, you know what I’m like, you’ve seen my work!” I said, trying to smooth things over a little more.

Then it was my turn to be surprised when Johnny shook his head, “Actually, cuz, I haven’t.”

I frowned, “Why not? Don’t you find me sexy?”

He shook his head again, “It’s not that. I didn’t want spoilers. Ever since you started working I realized you were just the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I’ve been dying for this day and I didn’t want to ruin it.”

The room was dead silent. Johnny seemed to realize what a fawning little speech he’d given and he blushed deep. I decided to rescue him from the awkward moment.

For a moment I thought I must have been a lot more embarrassed than I thought as a trickle of sweat rolled down my neck, but then I noticed drops beginning to bead on Evan’s biceps and Mom’s cleavage too.

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Sally’s Second Session with Theresa

Before turning on the recording of my session with Theresa, I had set my alarm for 5:00 A.M. Monday morning. I was joining Robert at his favorite restaurant at 6:00 P.M. and my son had a swim meet after; the only time I would have for the gym was the crack of dawn. While on the treadmill I intended to select some counselors to recommend to Theresa. I had lost any sense of therapeutic objectivity with her, it was my ethical and professional responsibility to withdraw. I was also worried about myself. I attributed much of my success to self-discipline, my thoughts and desires were now ricocheting around beyond any power I had to control them. I was scared; part of me liked those thoughts. Unchecked, they could endanger my career, my place in society, my sense of self, and my accomplishments.

I arrived at the office a few minutes early wearing a conservative blue business suit. The day proceeded well, but as 4:00 P.M. approached my uneasiness grew. I liked Theresa and we had established an instant rapport. I did not look forward to disappointing her.

At 4:00 P.M. my staff buzzed me to let me know Theresa had arrived. I opened the door to see the two women who work for me happily holding up potted plants decorated with large red bows.

Theresa explained. “As late as we ran on Friday, I figured these ladies probably stayed a little bit late trying to figure out what to do. These,” pointing to the plants, “are my apology and thank you.”

Theresa seemed a different woman than she had on Friday. She was wearing make-up and her hair, which was pulled behind her head during our last visit, now fell freely to her shoulders, framing her lovely face. She was wearing mid-calf level boots with two-inch heels, a skirt that reached her knees, and a loose fitting pressed man’s shirt whose top two buttons were open, revealing a gleaming white tee shirt underneath. She was probably not wearing a bra, I thought.

The biggest difference from our last visit, however, was the smile on her face. Whatever had happened since Friday’s session, Theresa had liked it.

I invited her into my office. As soon as the door shut Theresa hugged and kissed me on the cheek. Her breasts pressed against me, confirming my thoughts about her bra. She stepped back slightly, taking my hands in hers, and the words spilled out of her.

“I had the most amazing weekend. There were a dozen roses waiting for me when I got home with a note from Miles to meet him in the bedroom. I guess it’s our bedroom now. The sex was tremendous. He promised to celebrate our time alone my cumming inside me in each room of the house. We didn’t quite make it – it’s a big house – but it wasn’t for lack of trying. During our breaks I told him about our session. He said he will support whatever I decide. Sally, I know we didn’t conclude anything during our last visit, but you treated me with respect. I came in feeling like a pervert and left feeling like a woman. A woman with an issue, but not a crazy deviant. I understand I may need to stop it with my son, but for the first time in months my sense of nagging self-loathing is gone.”

This was not the time to tell her she needed a new therapist. I put down the list of other mental health professionals I was going to ask her to consider. I would call on my training and experience and get through this session.

“Miles asked whether you wanted to see him.”

I had thought about that. In order to properly evaluate her and her relationship, protocol required that I talk to her son. To do that both of them to would need to waive confidentiality so I could freely discuss with each what I learned from the other. In normal couples therapy a waiver of confidentiality was assumed and could be verbal. Theresa and Miles were not a normal couple. A formal written waiver of confidentiality was required. However, I expected this to be my last session with her. I knew I needed to refer her to someone else. I decided to postpone discussing an appointment with her son until the end of the session.

“That was actually one of the matters I intended to discuss with you. We’ll get to that later.”

Letting go of my right hand, she still held my left while we walked to the couch. Her body language and tug on my hand indicated she expected me to sit next to her as I had at the end of our last session. I had intended to sit in my chair, but realized my rule about physical boundaries was already hopelessly compromised. Any effort to re-establish it now would be artificial. It would also signal disapproval to Theresa, which would impede our progress. I sat down next to her.

We discussed the first two issues I had addressed in my research. She was aware of the increased risk of birth defects and assured me she was on birth control. I also reviewed my research about incest as a universal taboo; its prohibition was not just an artifact of Western culture. As I suspected, her concern was not incest’s rejection as a universal norm, but the harm it might be doing to two very specific people: her and her son.

I turned to this concern. I could see she gaziantep escort kadın was nervous. I took her hand in mine.

“Theresa, there is no reason to believe that incest is inherently harmful. It can be, but there is no research to conclude it must be. While I can understand why it is against the law, there is no evidence that incest is always damaging.”

Her relief was palatable. For the second time that session she threw her arms around me and hugged me. This time I found myself looking forward to the crush of her breasts against my body.

“Let’s not celebrate too quickly. There are still serious issues here. I would like to discuss the first two together. Your son is a teen-age boy. He should be developing conventional social ties and growth. He is not going to take advantage of the full opportunities of life if his primary focus is finding ways to get his father out of the house so he can make love to his mother. Concomitantly, your marriage is not in good shape. Sex with your son is going to distract you from any effort to address it.

“On the other hand, let’s say he ends his relationship with you to lead what society would call a normal life, how would that affect you? You’re his mother. He would not be like a high school boyfriend who left you for a girl he met in college. You wouldn’t need to interact with that guy ever again. You will need to do so with your son. How are you going to react when you can no longer be his lover?”

Theresa took her time. When she replied her tone of voice was contemplative.

“I hadn’t thought about it in exactly those terms, but you’re right. My son was awarded a full scholarship to Stanford. When our affair first began he talked about going to a local school and not a college two time zones away. The first few weeks I agreed, but then the mother in me stepped forward. I knew, we both knew, that Stanford was the right place for him. It’s going to be terrible not being with him full time. We even discussed my moving to California, but we both realized that would just delay the problem. At some point he needs to move on.

“As to my marriage, you’re right again. But, the point is, I don’t really want to fix it. My husband has his job, it’s his one great love. I am quite happy letting my husband be absorbed in his work while I am absorbed in his son.”

She was clearly upset. She looked down, then back at me, all the time rubbing her hands together or fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. I put my arm around her shoulder to comfort her.

The contact helped. She continued. “It’s funny you brought this up. My son mentioned over the weekend that he might have an answer to at least some of these problems.”

“Did he explain what it was?”

“No, I asked. He said it was one of those ideas that if you looked at it too hard, it would never thrive.”

“Did you think he had a real idea or was he just comforting you?”

“Something real was in his head. This is not something he would kid about.”

I decided to pass over his comment. We would get back to it later.

“Theresa, I raise these issues because they should be considered. By themselves they are not reasons to end the relationship. In fact, while they may be good grounds not to start an incestual relationship, once you’re in it they simply become things that need to be worked out. The fact that you and your son are talking about them are good. You should continue to do so. Which brings me to my last concern, consent.”

I explained the general concerns about consent in incest before arriving at her particular case.

“When you told me about the night you became lovers, I was struck by the number of times your son asserted control over you. He made you promise to obey him before you went shopping, talked about taking you from his father as if you were property, and spoke about owning your cunt.”

Theresa took a few seconds to answer.

“He is an aggressive lover. I love the power I feel in him when we are in bed. Of course, I not exactly sure how he would have gotten me into his bed without his being aggressive. I wasn’t about to volunteer.”

That drew a smile from me.

“An aggressive powerful lover is fine. I am not saying there is anything wrong here, but I do want to explore it further. Have you two ever had sex to which you initially objected?”

“Yes, is there anything wrong with that?” She seemed confused.

“No, every couple but the dullest has. When I asked you the question did one particular event come to your mind.”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“I did go to school for this stuff. You were thinking about consent in your relationship. When I asked you about agreeing to do something to which you had initially objected the strongest example would be the first one in your thoughts. Now I want you to tell me about it.”

She hesitated for a second, decided to go ahead, and scooted closer to me on the couch, placing her left hand on my right knee. The physical contact made her feel more comfortable and I, to be honest, enjoyed it. escort gaziantep kadın I decided to let it slide.

“Since we became lovers my son had asked me about anal sex. I have a few girlfriends who have tried it and none of them endorsed it. My husband tried it once, but he hadn’t even penetrated me when I panicked and told him to stop and he is not nearly as big as my boy. So I told Miles no.

“He never insisted, but he was clearly still interested. He never missed an opportunity to complement my butt. He found my backside especially fascinating when his father was around. I had given up trying to stop him from putting his hand on my fanny or pressing his erection against it, when his father was in the next, or sometimes the same, room.

“He also included it in our lovemaking. He loved to give me a back rub, ending up gently biting me at the base of the coccyx, nibbling along the length of the edges of the crevice in my butt….”

Here she turned to me. “Is there a word for that?”

“Several,” I answered, “intergluteal cleft, vertical gluteal crease, and gluteal cleft are some.”

The absurdity of these terms in the present context brought a soft laugh from both of us. She continued.

“You do know some stuff. Well, he would nibble along the edges of that thing you said, then kiss it, then run his tongue along it, then do it all again. He would separate the cheeks of my ass and run his tongue along the bottom of the cleft. He would then pay special attention to my anus. He would gently blow air onto it, which would make it quiver. He would lick it and force his tongue inside my sphincter. He often brought me to orgasm by reaching under me with his hand and masturbating me while his mouth paid attention to my ass. When we first started out there would be some tension back there, but after awhile I started to relax. He noticed it also and commented on how mush easier it was to push his tongue inside me. I was sure happy for that, because I was learning to love what he did back there. I never knew my butt was such a sensitive area and could bring me such pleasure. When he tongue-fucked my sphincter while stroking my clitoris with his fingers, it seemed that the same fire that burned in my cunt was burning in my backside.

“It worked the other way. When his mouth was on my pussy he would use his fingers to stimulate by fanny. He would stroke my anus and then slip a finger inside me. He was always careful to use a lubricant. He started out with his pinkie, but over time he worked up to his middle finger. Often he would slip his thumb into my vagina and his middle finger into my butt while sucking on my clitoris. He developed a rhythm so everything down there seemed to be moving together. I had not imagined that my butthole could be a source of such pleasure. I went from anxiety when he approached my butt to yearning for it, but still there was a big difference between his fingers and that fat cock of his.

“The big moment came during Family Day at Coliseum, my husband’s company. The company throws an annual picnic for its employees’ families. It starts with a high-tech presentation about the company followed by the usual trappings. The company hires a local band, there are softball and volleyball games, and the food and beer flow freely. As the wife of an executive my attendance is essentially mandatory, but Miles hadn’t gone in years. Thus, I was surprised when he said he would love to go when my husband asked him That night, after my husband had fallen asleep and Miles and I had finished making love on the couch downstairs, I asked him if he was up to something. He said he certainly was, but I would have to wait to find out what.

“It was bright and sunny the day of the picnic. As a result even more people attended than usual. When the presentation in the auditorium was announced my son held me back for a second so that we were among the last to enter. All of the seats had been taken, so my son directed me to the half-wall and railing that ran along the back of the auditorium. I leaned against the wall; my son stood behind me. Then he leaned forward slightly, and I felt his hard cock touching my butt.

“As I instinctively pulled forward, he whispered, ‘Look around, it’s safe.’ I did; he was right. The half wall was interspersed with thick square floor to ceiling columns. We were standing between the final column and the wall of the auditorium. The column blocked any view of us from the side. The lights had been turned off and the light from the stage was blocked by the half wall. The area behind it was near pitch black. The only possible way you could see what was going on would be if you were standing right on top of us, and there was nobody within twenty feet.

“‘You’re still being bad,’ I told him.

“‘I can be worse, you know,’ and with that he slipped his fingers into the belt loops of my shorts and pulled me back until my rump was planted on his erection. He didn’t rub it against me, but he definitely let me know it was there.”

“Did he stop?”

“No, and I didn’t ask him to. gaziantep kadın escort It was turning me on but I figured nothing could come of it. We were surrounded by hundreds of people, but all I realy cared about was his presence. I loved the way his strong body felt against me and, oddly considering the packed room, I remembered how good he smelled: he was wearing an aftershave and cologne we had picked out together.

“After the presentation my husband went outside to drink beer and share war stories with his buddies. My son and I wandered throughout the facility. He was still bad, whenever we were alone he would stroke my butt and kiss me. When we had the chance we held hands like teen-agers. I was still pretty aroused and enjoyed his tongue in my mouth even with my eyes open to make sure no one saw us. Then we went outside and separated for awhile. He played volley ball while I chatted with some people I knew. The next time I was aware of him was when I heard his voice behind me. He had two plates full of food and two soft drinks. ‘Hungry? Thirsty?,’ he asked.

“We sat and ate. As we did so he pointed to his father’s office on the second floor of the building. He observed that the combination of the darkened environmental-friendly windows, the brightness of the sun, and the lack of any lights inside the offices meant you couldn’t see in the offices from the outside. I looked up and, wondering what he was up to, agreed.

“‘For example,’ he went on, ‘I can’t see the three foot tall model of Dad’s latest project that sits on the conference table under that window.’ He pointed. I looked up again. He was right. I wasn’t sure what he was getting at.

“‘Maybe someone stole the model. You and I need to investigate.’

“He stood up and offered his hand to help me up. I grabbed it and stood next to him.

“We started walking towards the building, which made no sense. While guests had been provided with a temporary key cards to get into the main building, for security purposes the individual offices had been locked and screens covered the windows in the doors. “You know we can’t get inside his office,’ I told him.

“As we reached the building my son, looking like the cat who caught the canary, reached into his pocket and fished out a small key, ‘Well there is that spare key he keeps at the house.’

“We used the key card to enter. I started up the stairs, my son behind me. I was about to object to his entire plan when he said, ‘Those shorts sure do show off that fine butt of yours. I have been able to think of very little but your rump since we got here. I’ve been thinking about shoving my tongue inside, I’ve been thinking of tickling it with my pinkie, I’ve been thinking about …’ He continued in this vein, describing in detail all the things he wanted to do to my backside. I couldn’t believe the conversation, walking through my husband’s office building while my son described in minute detail how he was going to make love to my ass. He stopped for a moment when another couple entered the stairwell, heading downstairs. It was the company’s senior vice-president and his attractive young secretary. I had seen his wife outside. Hanky panky in the building was apparently company policy.

“The second floor hallway was empty and my son resumed his inventory of the ways he lusted for my ass. I was getting extremely turned on. He opened the door to my husband’s office and holding my hand walked over to the table: the model was still there. Standing behind me, he reached his arms around to cup my breasts, which he gently kneaded. ‘We now know two things,’ he announced, ‘the model is still here and no one can see inside this room.’ He was kissing me on the neck and nibbling on my ears. He was gently rocking his erection against my behind. His left hand left my breast and slid down my body, where he placed it on my belt buckle and started moving by body in the same rhythm as his, making sure I could feel his hard cock as he our bodies swayed in rhythm.

“I was still worried. I asked him what we would do if his father came through the door. Miles told me what I wanted to here. ‘It can’t happen. First, he is already three sheets to the wind. He couldn’t make it up the steps or fit a key in the door. Even if he did, he wouldn’t recognize or remember what he saw. But we don’t need to worry about even that. He asked me to bring him his keys when we left the house. I gave him the set without the office key.’

“The hand which was rocking my hips unbuckled and unzipped my shorts. He dipped his hand inside and started playing with the entrance of my vagina. He could feel how wet I was. He was not going to believe any protest I made about making love in his father’s office, but it really didn’t matter any more. Any desire I had to say no was a fleeting velleity.

“His middle finger slipped inside my vagina. His thumb rested just above my clitoris. He started to move his thumb in slow gentle circles. My clit was throbbing under this indirect stimulation. With his other hand he continued to caress my breasts through my bra, which made the fire between my legs burn even brighter. I matched his movements, keeping his monstrous erection pressed against my butt. He unhooked my bra and his left hand moved around to my left breast. Mostly he just held and gently squeezed it. Occasionally he would tease my nipple with one of his fingers, which further heated up an already over-heated pussy. It was a position meant to arouse me, but not to push me over the edge.

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It was a pleasant dinner. Kate drank plenty of wine and spoke in a cascade of hurried words about all sorts of trivial subjects. She brought up the soccer game tomorrow, and how much she was looking forward to seeing Nick play. She hadn’t attended his soccer games for a few years, and the siblings exchanged a surprised glance at this. The more she drank, the more Kate talked about how fine a man Chris was and how lucky Alyson was to have him. She didn’t make much eye contact with her daughter while she made small talk about the garden, yoga, and other sundry topics.

After dinner, Nick and Alyson helped their mother clean up and followed her into the living room where she picked up a book and curled on the couch. She gave Nick a tight smile before putting on her glasses. With Alyson home, Kate clearly didn’t want to mess around with him. The siblings went up to Nick’s room and sat in awkward silence for a while. Nick was on his desk chair, and Alyson sat cross-legged on his bed.

“So …” Nick rubbed his forearm absentmindedly. He was so used to their physical intimacy, it felt strange to sit alone with her and keep his distance. “Are you coming to my game tomorrow, too?”

“It’s in the afternoon?”

Nick nodded.

“Chris wants me to go to the gym with him in the afternoon.” Alyson sighed.

“You’re not going to do that.” Nick frowned. “So, I’ll see you at the game?”

“I feel like I shouldn’t stand up Chris. We’ll see, okay?” Alyson watched her brother nod, and they sat in silence again. After a while, she made eye contact with him. They both blushed. “What did you and Mom do today?”

“Um … we made a Bolognaise sauce.” Nick feigned innocence.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Alyson rolled her eyes at him. “We’re waaaay beyond being coy.”

“I thought you were patching things up with Chris and didn’t want to stay in the loop … so to speak.” Nick wasn’t quite sure what she wanted, but he wanted to give it to her.

“Yes, but now there’s another riddle. Well, actually there’s a riddle to get to a riddle. And …” Alyson shrugged.

“I thought we were ignoring the last riddle. The dog ate our homework, remember?” Nick was getting a little annoyed. He wanted to spoon her and go back to the way things were, but he didn’t know what she wanted.

“Just tell me about Mom, okay?”

Nick wasn’t going to argue. He loved telling his sister about what he’d been up to. He remembered how she used to twist her face in disgust when he told her about his progress with the riddles. Now, her mouth hung slightly open, and her eyes got quite dreamy. Eventually, he finished recounting the day. The way Alyson looked at him seemed to beg for a kiss. He kept his butt in the chair, not wanting to violate any of her new rules.

“She’s big like me now? With milk? I can’t believe I didn’t notice.” Alyson felt warmth in her belly. Her panties were soaking.

“She’s not like you. Her boobs look more like … I don’t know … mom boobs. They hang a little more.”

“But you said they were gorgeous.” Alyson cocked her head at him.

“They are. They’re perfect mom boobs. And yours are perfect, too. Just different.” Nick felt the land mines all around him. He hated talking about bodies.

Alyson’s laugh was kind. “I was just curious, don’t have a stroke.” She leaned back. “I sort of wish I could see them. I can’t believe I fell for the oversized sweater trick. That’s my trick.”

“Maybe you’re supposed to see them.” Nick rolled his chair a little closer to her. She still had her kiss me face on. “We don’t know why Enki gave her milk.”

“Maybe he was just being perverted.”

“Well, that’s a given.” Nick nodded and moved his chair a little closer still. “Everything Enki does is perverted.”

Alyson looked over at her brother, her lips still parted. He was right next to the bed now. “Well, are you going to kiss me or what?”

“I thought you said …” Nick sat frozen in his chair, hesitating.

“Sometimes you need to read the room, Nicky. Take a risk.”

“Okay.” He playfully lunged from his chair and took her in his arms. They giggled together as they fell sideways on the bed. He cut off their laughter with a kiss. Her tongue was as lively and playful as ever. So, she wanted him to kiss her, even when she’d asked for space. He was learning new things outside the loops. He wasn’t sure about the subtleties of “reading the room,” but he was excited to learn more.

Alyson joyfully let his fingers knead her boob, his desire never clearer. It thrilled her to be wanted. Eventually, she broke the kiss. “We need an alarm or something … in case Mom comes up here.”

“We could just go to your apartment.”

Alyson wrinkled her nose at him. “You think Mom’s going to let you sleep over?”

“It is the weekend.” Nick was feeling more confident. “I’ll kiss you while you think about it.” They made out for a while longer. Now working under her shirt, genç gaziantep escort he pulled her bra cup out of the way. Her tit was so wonderfully malleable.

She pushed her brother away. “Okay, let’s see what she says.” She fixed her bra, straightened her shirt, and got off of bed. “Go grab what you need for a sleepover.”

“Right.” Nick grinned at her. He retrieved his toothbrush and a change of clothes, stuffed them into his backpack, and met his sister downstairs.

They found their mom still curled up in the living room. Kate took off her reading glasses and put down her book when she saw them. She smiled at Nick, still avoiding eye contact with Alyson. “What’s up?”

“I’m going to spend the night over at Alyson’s apartment,” Nick said.

“Really?” Kate raised her eyebrows. “What about the game tomorrow?”

“I’ll be back by then.” Nick put his arm around Alyson’s shoulders. “She’ll drive me.”

“And what about the party tonight? I bet you still have time. You could take Alyson with you.” Kate turned her eyes toward her daughter. “Maggie Chalmers invited Nick to a party.”

“Theeee Maggie Chalmers?” Alyson was impressed. Women were noticing the new Nick. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to go to a high school party. She wanted to spend some alone time with her brother and forget all about what a jerk her fiancé had been. “I mean … we could go.”

“Alyson and I are just going to hang out at her place.” Nick saw his mom’s eyes narrow. He shouldn’t have used the same euphemism that his mom used for all the naughty stuff they were doing together. “You know, some video games and pizza and talking about stuff,” he added quickly.

“Well … have fun.” Kate watched Nick carefully. “I wish you’d reconsider going to the party.”

“Maybe next time.” Nick headed toward the door. “Bye Mom, love you.”

“Love you, Mom.” Alyson followed him out.

“Bye, you two.” Kate watched them go with a frown. Was it possible that Alyson and Nick were …? She shook her head. It was impossible. And even if they’d go for it, there’s no way Nick would have had the time to do dirty things with both his mother and sister. Kate had kept him very busy recently.

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On the drive into the city, Alyson and Nick traded guesses about what anoint the cube with joined exultation and receive the riddle within meant. They spent a long time arguing about it.

Nick finally settled on what he thought had to be the answer. “Mom has milk for a reason, Alyson. Enki wants us to mix the milk and put it on the cube.”

“I don’t know, Nicky. The clue said ‘joined exultation.'” Alyson spun the wheel and turned down her street.

“That means your boob feels good, right? See, it fits.” Nick shrugged.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe we’re talking about this.” Alyson shook her head. “It does feel good, dummy. But I’m not exultant. That would mean that it feels really, really good. I don’t think that’s it.” She parked the car in her spot and turned off the ignition. “Who cares. The dog ate our homework, right?” She got out of the car.

“Right.” Nick got out, too. He looked down the street and saw Chris walking toward them down the sidewalk, lit by a streetlamp. “The dog,” Nick whispered under his breath.

“What?” Alyson locked the car. She hadn’t noticed Chris yet.

“Look who’s here.” Nick pointed at her fiancé.

“What the fuck, Alyson?” Chris wobbled a little as he made his way toward them. “You stood me up for your little shit of a brother?”

“Hey, man.” Nick stood up straighter. He flexed his hand, remembering how much it had hurt when he’d punched his father.

“It’s okay, Nicky.” Alyson held out her hand as if to hold Nick back, but he hadn’t moved. “What are you talking about, Chris? We didn’t have plans tonight.”

“We did, we did.” Chris’s speech was slurred. “I thought you were off cheating on me with some … stud. But you’re babysitting your brother. Can’t get a real date?”

“Go home, Chris. You’re drunk.” Alyson took Nick’s hand and dragged him quickly to the door of her apartment building. She entered the code and the door clicked.

“Look, I’m sorry.” Chris stopped his pursuit about ten feet away from the siblings. “It’s just you’ve been sort of cunty lately and –“

“Stop!” Alyson held tight to Nick’s wrist as her brother lunged toward Chris. “He’s drunk. He doesn’t mean it.”

Nick wasn’t about to fight his sister to fight her fiancé. He relented and let her pull him into the apartment building.

Alyson stuck her head out of the door. “Go home, Chris. We’ll talk tomorrow.” She closed the door before Chris could respond.

“Does he have the code? Or a key?” Nick didn’t feel like sleeping anyplace Chris could sneak into.

“No key. Come on.” Alyson pulled him up the stairs to her apartment. She listened intently, but didn’t hear the click of the door behind them. She fumbled her keys out of her purse, dropped them, and Nick handed them gaziantep genç escort back to her. “Thanks.” Her hands shook as she put the key in her lock and opened the door. They darted inside and she locked the door after them, leaning heavily on it.

“Are you okay?” Nick unclenched his fists when he saw how pale and drawn his sister’s face was.

“No … no … I’m not.” Her purse vibrated. And then vibrated again. She pulled out her phone, saw it was Chris texting her and reached her arm back to throw the thing across the room.

Nick put his hand on hers and kept her from doing something she might regret later. He put the vibrating phone back in her purse.

“Oh … Nicky … I’m sorry you had to see those that. He’s normally very sweet. He just had too much to drink.” She blinked her tear-filled eyes, her lips parted. The look of concern on his face helped calm her down.

“I’m sure you’ll handle it how you think is best.” It took every ounce of willpower not to rip into Chris. He paused, took a deep breath, and read the room. He leaned in and pinned her against the door with his body. He could feel her melting into him. He kissed the tears from her cheeks. “And I’ll always be here for you, no matter what happens.”

“Thank you … Nicky.” She ran her hands over his back, scratching at his shirt with her nails. When their tongues entwined, she forgot completely about Chris. Nick somehow knew exactly what she needed. She jumped into his arms, wrapped her legs around him, and let him carry her over to the sofa. They fell on the cushions together, lips still locked, and made out for a long time.

Eventually, clothes came off. Shirts, pants, shoes, socks. Nick kissed his way down her body, pulled off her panties, and spread her legs.

“I really thought this wasn’t going to happen again.” Alyson marveled at the intensity and reverence in his face as he gazed at her pussy. She opened her legs wider for him. “And here we are. After only a few days we … ooooohhhhhhhhh … I’m so wet … Nicky.” She pressed her head back into the cushion and let him go to work. “Oh … Nick … oooohhhhhh … Nick … right … there.” Her hips bucked with her first orgasm as he worked her with his fingers and tongue. “Eeeeiiiiiiiiiiii.” Her whole body shook and her toes curled. When she’d recovered, she luxuriated in rolling waves of pleasure. “You’re … ugh … so good … ugh … so good … to meeeeeeee.” She came again.

Nick brought his sister to a series of orgasms. He savored the pleasure he gave her. His cock pulsed hard and ready, the head sticking out beyond the waistband of his boxers. But he didn’t even think about getting his dick involved. It was enough to be the cause of so much joy. Her screams of ecstasy echoed around the room. When he found her g-spot, she nearly wriggled off the couch, squirting all over. Nick imagined Chris listening, defeated and deflated, at the apartment’s front door, or maybe on the street below.

“Okay … okay … that’s too much … Nick.” Alyson panted and pushed his head away from her pussy. “Look at you. You’re … a mess. My God.” She laughed when she saw how wet his face was.

Nick laughed along with her. “Feel better? Still thinking about him?”

“Who’s him? I forgot … already.” Alyson reached behind her back and removed her bra. Her smile widened when she saw how the new view affected Nick. “I want to do something nice for you. You like these, right?” She cupped her breasts and jiggled them a little. She was not disappointed by his response.

“Yes!” Nick jumped on her, buried his face in her tits, and motorboated her.

“That’s … not … what I meant.” Alyson’s laugh was uproarious, almost as loud as when she was cumming a few minutes before. She pushed him away from her boobs. “Ew, you got them wet.” They both laughed at that, too.

“It’s your fault.” Nick sat up on the sofa and watched her drop to her knees in front of him. “What were you thinking of doing?”

“Chris doesn’t like these, but you do.” She took hold of her boobs, pressed them together, and bounced them a little for him. “What do you want?”

“I feel like this is a trick question.” Nick wanted to keep the comparisons going with Chris. But he didn’t know how to do it without killing the mood. “I love your tits, Alyson.”

“And I love making you happy, Nicky.” Alyson leaned forward and wrapped her boobs around that monstrous cock. She also loved the thing’s heft and its veiny, aggressive aspect. But she didn’t feel like saying that out loud. She spit on the shaft and moved her breasts up and down. “How’s that?”

“It’s lovely.” Nick exhaled slowly. He and Alyson were back together. And her dumb fiancé was locked outside. What could be better? He thought of his mother. Well, there was that. “Keep … doing that … Alyson.” They hadn’t turned on any lights, but there was streetlight falling through the windows. It created long shadows around them, and gave gaziantep genç escort bayan her face an almost supernatural look as she stared down at his cockhead. “You look … so hot … like that.”

“Thanks … Nicky.” She was completely enamored of him. Taming his wild cock with her boobs gave her such a rush. If she hadn’t already been Niagara Falls, the moment would have soaked her. “You have been … so good to me … through all this.” She kept stroking him with her boobs and looked up into his shadowed face. “You supported me … when I … needed it.” Her spit and his cock made a squelching sound between her breasts. She tried not to let it distract her. “You gave me … space … when I asked … for it.”

“I love you … Alyson.” Nick was having one of those moments of gratitude for Enki’s meddling.

“I love you … too … Nicky.” Suddenly, Alyson stopped her work, stood up, and pulled Nick roughly from the couch by the hand. “Come on … we’re going to try something.” She led him into her bedroom and closed the curtains. She sat him down on the bed and walked out to the bathroom.

“Um … Alyson … what’s going on? You sort of left me high and dry.” Nick sat patiently waiting, his cock standing at attention, bouncing slightly with his pulse.

“If this works, you’ll be happy with me. I promise,” she called from the bathroom. She found what she was looking for and returned to the bedroom, her hands hidden behind her.

“You are so beautiful.” Nick’s eyes widened to take in the sight of her tits bouncing and shaking in the gloom. “Can we get a light or something?”

“Yeah, sorry.” Alyson moved over to her dresser, lit a candle, and turned to face her brother. Her hands were still behind her back. “I just want you to know, you deserve this.”

“Deserve what?” Nick raised his eyebrows, genuinely confused. His gaze lifted from his sister’s tits to her sparkling, brown eyes.

“This.” Alyson pulled a foil packet from behind her back and held it up like it was the Holy Grail.

“Um … wow.” Nick was at a loss for words. Did she really mean it?

“That’s it? All you can say is ‘wow’?” Alyson smiled. She had hoped he’d be tongue-tied.

“When you first saw my dick, you said it was too big, or something like that.”

“Are you trying to talk me out of this?” She put her hands on her bare hips and frowned. “Because that’s what it sounds like.”

“No, let’s do it.” He decided not to mention that this was his first time. He’d never made it this far with Jess.

“You know how to put one of these on?” Alyson tore the foil packet. Her body buzzed with anticipation and fear. She had no idea if she could actually take him but was about to find out.

“I think so.” Nick reached out his hand to take the condom.

Alyson moved over to him and slapped his hand away. “We’re playing with fire here. ‘I think so’ doesn’t cut it.” Her voiced carried some playful sarcasm. She bent down, giving him a good view of her dangling breasts, and slowly rolled the condom onto him. The latex looked thin, straining to hold a size it hadn’t been made for. It only went down about a third of his length. She frowned. “Chris is pretty big, I thought this would fit better.”

“I’m bigger than Chris?” Nick smiled, but she didn’t return the smile.

“My bad. Let’s not talk about him.” She pulled her engagement ring off and set it on her nightstand. A nervous smile returned to her lips when she turned back to Nick. “I’m not sure this will work. But I am sure I want to try. We both deserve something special after all we’ve been through. You with me?”

“I’m with you.” Nick nodded and moved to the center of the bed. He guessed she’d want to be on top, so he lay on his back and waited.

“Right. Here we go.” She took one last look at the overtaxed condom. “Just to be safe, pull out beforehand, okay?” She crawled onto the bed and mounted him, holding her hips high over him so that his cock had room below her.

“Got it.” He reached up and kneaded her breasts. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing, so he focused on her boobs.

“I’m going to go … really slow.” Alyson reached under her and held his cock. She had no second thoughts. “God … damn … you’re huuuuuggggeee.” She lowered her weight and felt him push at her opening. The pain did not surprise her. Her breath became shallow and muscles tensed all over her body. “I don’t … know … if this will … work.”

Unconsciously, Nick slid his hands down to her hips and applied steady downward pressure. “You’re doing … great … Alyson. You’re perfect. Best … sister … ever.”

“Uuuugggghhhhhhhhh.” Her brother’s words increased her determination. He was now really stretching her. Maybe he’d already ruined her pussy for Chris, but she found that she didn’t care. Nick and his steadily digging cock were all that mattered. “It’s … ooohhhhhhh … really … deep.”

“Keep … going.” Nick found he couldn’t feel much with the condom, so he looked down between her legs. His dick was past the halfway point. He cast his gaze back to her anguished face. She would adjust, wouldn’t she?

It took over ten minutes to slide the whole thing in, but finally Alyson sat on her brother with an expression that was equal parts pain and triumph. Her body trembled and her mind felt as stretched and thin as that condom. “How does … it … feel?”

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Je remercie Sadkins116 et Rebeccasm les auteurs de ce récit dont le titre original est « Jesse’s Journey Down a Rabbit Hole » sur ce site.

Dans sa version originale, cette histoire était illustrée, Malheureusement Sadkins116 vient de supprimer sa page sur Literotica. Il m’a affirmé avoir envoyé toutes ses histoires à Rebeccasm qui les republiera peut-être. Si j’arrive à récupérer les illustrations, je les joindrais au texte lors de la publication sur mon blog.

Enfin, je remercie tous les lecteurs qui me suivent et plus particulièrement ceux qui me laissent un petit commentaire.

Bien sûr, l’avertissement est de rigueur : Ce texte comprend de la soumission féminine et masculine, de la contrainte, de l’esclavage. Si votre esprit est en contradiction avec ces thèmes, ne perdez pas votre temps à le lire.

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Après avoir signé tous les papiers et formulaires que Kévin lui a remis, celui-ci dit à Brenda qu’il est tard et que la journée du lendemain va être longue. Il lui montre la chambre où elle dormira et il lui dit qu’il la réveillera à 6 heures.

Brenda dort profondément quand son fils entre dans la chambre. Il la secoue légèrement et il dit :

– Hé maman esclave, il est temps de se lever. Va prendre une douche et prépare-toi. Je te retrouve en bas dans quinze minutes.

Kévin sort de la chambre en enjambant Jessie et Marcus qui dorment sur le sol.

Brenda saute pratiquement du lit et se précipite dans la salle de bain. Pour la première fois depuis longtemps elle est heureuse. Aujourd’hui elle commence à se venger de son ex-mari Marcus et de sa femme Jessie. Elle veut impressionner Maître Kévin et donc ne pas être en retard. L’eau chaude coulant en cascade sur son corps emporte le reste de sommeil tandis que son esprit se remplit d’idées de ce qu’elle veut faire aux esclaves.

Brenda sort de la salle de bain enveloppée dans une serviette rose. Marcus et Jessie sont réveillés maintenant et attendent d’être libérés. Brenda donne un coup de pied sur le coude de Marcus et sourit en disant :

– Alors lopette, ton cul est à moi maintenant, n’est-ce pas excitant?

Marcus grimace et fixe le sol sans répondre. Cette c’est un coup de pied dans l’estomac qu’il reçoit.

– Réponds-moi esclave!

– Oui Maîtresse je suis très excitée. Répond Marcus.

En vérité c’est la dernière chose qu’il voudrait au monde, mais il sait qu’il ne doit plus la mettre en colère.

Brenda se tourne vers Jessie et lui ordonne :

– Salope, je vais te libérer. Tu as quinze minutes pour te préparer. Maître Kévin t’accompagne à l’école.

Dès qu’elle est déliée, Jessie se met debout et court aux toilettes. Puis elle va à la salle de bain, se lave les dents, saute sous la douche et se lave rapidement les cheveux. Elle sait qu’elle n’a plus beaucoup de temps donc elle s’essuie et sèche ses cheveux. Si elle va à l’école, c’est que Kévin veut qu’elle donne ses cours. Elle doit être présentable. Exactement quinze minutes plus tard après l’ordre, Jessie entre dans la cuisine. Kévin et Brenda sont assis à la table et parlent doucement. Mais ils s’arrêtent quand Jessie entre.

Brenda regarde l’horloge sur le mur et gronde :

– Juste à temps salope. Mais que tu saches à l’avenir, quand je dis quinze minutes il faut que ce soit moins. Ne sois jamais en retard.

– Oui Maîtresse, l’esclave comprend. Répond Jessie docilement.

Elle va dans un coin et reste debout en attendant qu’on lui dise quoi faire. Elle regarde Kévin se lever et lui jeter un sac. Elle l’ouvre et en sort une jupe courte blanche et un haut sans manche et dos ouvert. Au fond du sac se trouve une paire de bottes blanches à talons. Elle enfile le tout et grimace à l’idée d’enseigner dans cette tenue. Elle est habillée comme une pute ou une strip-teaseuse. Mais elle sait qu’elle n’a pas le choix. Elle attend que son Maître parle.

– Esclave, on m’a dit que tu étais dominée à l’université. C’est ça? Demande Kévin.

– Oui Maître. Lorsque Maître X m’a fait aller à l’école presque nue, Janice WILSON m’a vu. Depuis, elle me rend la vie difficile. Je dois me présenter à son bureau tous les matins à sept heures. Je dois me déshabiller lorsque j’arrive, puis me rendre à son bureau, me mettre à genoux et attendre ses ordres. Habituellement elle me fait lécher sa chatte puis elle me dit ce que je dois faire pendant la journée. Répond Jessie.

– Bon, il nous reste une quinzaine de minutes pour aller à l’université, donc nous ferions bien de partir.

Jessie ne sait pas ce qu’il va se passer, mais après Maître John, M. ASH, Janice et maintenant Maître Kévin, rien n’a plus vraiment d’importance. Elle est programmée pour obéir.

Le trajet ne dure qu’une dizaine de minutes. Kévin dit à sa belle-mère d’entrer et d’obéir à toutes les instructions de Janice.

– Je te verrai plus tard esclave, et ne parle pas de moi à Mme WILSON.

Jessie hoche la tête et sort de la voiture. Elle se dirige vers la porte d’entrée et se déshabille. Elle regarde autour d’elle pour voir s’il y a quelqu’un, puis met ses vêtements dans un sac et entre dans le bâtiment.

Kévin attend une minute avant de sortir son téléphone et appeler. Il sourit au fait que Maître X lui donne exactement ce kumral gaziantep escort qu’il a toujours voulu, un harem de belles esclaves.

Marcher nue dans le couloir de l’université effraie et excite toujours Jessie. Les premières fois, elle a presque joui en marchant. Maintenant, ça attise juste le feu qui semble toujours brûler profondément en elle. Elle arrive au bureau de Janice et met le sac de ses vêtements à côté de la porte. Puis elle s’agenouille et frappe à la porte. Il reste deux minutes avant sept heures. Elle attend à genoux jusqu’à ce qu’elle entende « Entre! ». Alors elle entre dans le bureau à quatre pattes.

Janice est devant son bureau. Le week-end avait été long et elle a hâte d’humilier Jessie. Aujourd’hui elle va lui faire lécher sa chatte jusqu’à ce qu’elle jouisse. Puis elle la raccompagnera nue dans sa classe de cours. Janice aime attendre quelques minutes avant le début des cours pour lui apporter ses vêtements. Elle regarde Jessie ramper dans son bureau. « Il y a quelque chose de différent. Elle semble plus soumise que jamais. Je me demande ce qui s’est passé ce week-end. Je veux le savoir? Je me demande ce qu’il faudra pour qu’elle me le dise » pense Janice.

Jessie avance devant Janice et embrasse ses pieds. Elle attend, les lèvres sur les chaussures que Janice lui dise ce qu’elle veut. Celle-ci est ravie d’avoir sa plus grande rivale comme esclave sexuelle. Elle veut utiliser cette salope de la pire façon, mais avant elle doit soulager ses frustrations.

– Debout! Et allonge-toi sur mon bureau esclave, j’ai besoin de me défouler.

Jessie n’hésite pas et se penche rapidement sur le bureau de Janice. Celle-ci attrape une règle en plastique et commence à la faire tomber sur le cul exposé. Elle donne une trentaine de coup avant de laisser Jessie s’écrouler sur le sol.

Puis Janice passe ses mains dans son dos pour dégrafer sa jupe qu’elle laisse tomber. Elle ne porte pas de culotte aujourd’hui, car elle était tellement excitée qu’elle voulait être prête pour profiter autant que possible de la merveilleuse langue de son esclave. La culotte n’aurait fait que gêner.

– Occupe-toi esclave, j’ai attendu ça tout le week-end. Mais je crois que nous devrons régler ce problème. Je crois que je devrais te rendre visite quand l’université n’est pas ouverte. Dit Janice en tirant le visage de Jessie sur sa chatte.

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Kévin attend dans la voiture et parle avec Maître X. Puis une autre auto s’arrête à côté et Christy WILSON en descend. Elle porte une robe blanche qui couvre à peine ses seins et son cul, et une paire de bottes blanches à talons identique à celle de Jessie. Elle est très nerveuse. Être au travail de sa mère habillée comme une pute l’effraie. Mais elle ne peut rien refuser à son Maître. Il pourrait la détruire avec un seul appel. Mais ce n’est plus du chantage. Christy est accro à ce rôle d’esclave de Kévin. Elle se place près de la portière conducteur et elle tombe à genoux.

Kévin ne la regarde même pas. Maître X et lui finalise leurs plans. Finalement quand il raccroche, il ouvre la portière et sort.

– A poil esclave! Ordonne-t-il.

Christy se déshabille rapidement et tend à Kévin ses vêtements et ses bottes. Elle est maintenant nue sur le parking de l’université. Un frisson parcoure sa colonne vertébrale. Christy sait qu’après aujourd’hui sa vie ne sera plus jamais la même.

Kévin lui enchaîne les chevilles puis il lui menotte les mains derrière le dos. Ensuite il la traîne vers la porte, chaque pas provoquant des frissons d’excitation dans le corps de Christy. Plus ils se rapprochent du bâtiment, plus elle tremble. Lorsque Kévin stoppe juste à l’extérieur, il se tourne vers Christy et lui dit :

– On est d’accord salope? Je vais rendre visite à ta mère pendant cinq minutes. Et quand je t’appelle tu rampes dans son bureau. Tu n’es pas autorisée à dire un mot à moins que je te dise le contraire. Tu vas ramper jusqu’au milieu de la pièce et tu resteras à genoux, tête baissée. Compris?

– Oui Maître, j’ai compris. Répond Christy dans un murmure.

– Bon suis-moi.

Kévin entrouvre la porte d’entrée de l’université. Il tend la main et pose un morceau de ruban adhésif sur le détecteur de mouvement qui allume les lumières. Il ne veut pas pour le moment que Janice sache qu’il est là. Ils avancent tous les deux dans le couloir jusque vers le bureau de Janice WILSON. Une fois devant la porte, Kévin se penche, écoute et attend. Il peut entendre Janice cracher des obscénités et traiter Jessie de tous les noms vulgaires possibles. Le jeune garçon attend qu’elle soit proche de l’orgasme puis il entre.

Janice est sur le point de jouir quand la porte de son bureau s’ouvre et que Kévin GRABAS entre. Tout envie de jouir disparaît dans l’instant. Elle est prise avec la mère de Kévin en train de lui brouter la chatte. Elle essaie de reprendre ses esprits et elle repousse Jessie. Puis elle s’approche de Kévin et bafouille :

– K… Ké… Kévin… Qu’est-ce que tu fais ici? Je veux dire… Ce n’est pas ce que tu penses… Elle…

– FERME LA SALOPE! Je sais très bien ce que c’était! Crie Kévin.

Janice se tait lorsque la grosse voix du gaziantep kumral escort garçon la prend par surprise.

– Maintenant, je sais ce que vous avez fait à mon esclave. Et je ne suis pas content. Maintenant je veux que vous compreniez exactement ce qui va se passer. Vous êtes maintenant mon esclave. Vous ferez tout ce que je demande. Vous le ferez sans hésitation et avec enthousiasme sans vous plaindre.

Janice entend ce que Kévin dit, mais elle n’a pas l’intention de se soumettre à lui. Son visage rougit de colère et elle commence à lui crier dessus quand elle le voit faire un signe vers la porte ouverte. Janice reste figée sur son cri quand elle voit sa fille Christy ramper sur ses genoux, complètement nue dans son bureau. Son visage trahit ses émotions successives, colère, surprise, choc et enfin peur de ce qui se passe. Elle regarde sa fille et voit les menottes et les chaînes. Elle se met à trembler alors que chaque nerf de son corps est à vif et qu’elle n’arrive pas à réfléchir.

– Maintenant, à moins que vous ne fassiez exactement ce que je veux, je n’aurai pas d’autre choix que de m’en prendre à ma chère Christy. Ou alors, vous pouvez vous déshabillez maintenant et me demander gentiment d’être votre Maître. Dit Kévin.

Il regarde la résistance de Janice fondre comme de la glace sur le feu. Il attend que la femme se rende complètement. Bientôt elle commence à retirer sa veste et son chemisier. Quelques instants après elle se retrouve debout devant Kévin complètement nue en essayant de couvrir ses seins et sa chatte avec ses mains. Elle baisse la tête et dit doucement :

– S’il vous plaît Kévin, prenez-moi comme esclave, laissez-moi vous servir. Mais tout ce que je demande c’est de laisser tranquille ma fille.

Kévin rigole en l’entendant :

– Pas de chance salope, cependant si tu es sage, peut-être que je serais gentil avec elle. Et peut-être que je ne la mettrais pas sur le trottoir. Maintenant mets-toi à genoux à côté d’elle.

Janice n’arrive pas à réfléchir sereinement, elle ne voit pas de solution à ce qu’il arrive. Lentement elle se met à genoux à côté de Christy.

Kévin a un sourire diabolique. Il baisse les yeux sur la mère et la fille agenouillées devant lui. Rapidement il écarte leurs jambes du pied et il demande à Janice de mettre ses mains derrière le dos. Puis il attrape une chaise et s’assoit.

– Bon, voilà ce qui va se passer aujourd’hui. Les deux esclaves Jessie et Christy viennent avec moi. Toi esclave Janice, tu enseigneras les cours de Jessie aujourd’hui. Je te fournirai les vêtements que tu dois porter. A l’heure du déjeuner, tu iras à cette adresse et tu demanderas Ben. Tu lui permettras de faire ce qu’il veut de toi. Une fois qu’il aura terminé, tu reviendras à l’université et tu finiras la journée. Compris esclave?

– Oui Monsieur je comprends, mais veuillez laisser ma fille en dehors de ça. Vous m’avez moi et je ferai tout ce que vous voudrez. Supplie Janice.

Kévin rit et se dirige vers la directrice adjointe, nue et à genoux.

– Tu n’as pas le choix salope, et tu le sais. Si tu ne m’obéis pas, tu perdras ta réputation. Et ce que je fais avec ou ce que je fais faire à Christy ne te regarde pas. A moins que…

– A moins que quoi? Demande plaintivement Janice.

– A moins que tu sois vraiment très obéissante et que tu fasses tout ce que je dis avec le sourire. Si tu sais éviter les ennuis, alors ma chère Christy n’aura pas de problème. Cependant, si tu enfreins une règle que j’aurais édictée ou que tu refuses de faire ce que l’on te dit ou encore que tu me mettes en colère, c’est Christy qui sera punie. Est-ce clair? Dit Kévin.

– Oui Monsieur je comprends. Répond Janice une larme coulant sur sa joue.

Kévin sait qu’elle est vulnérable actuellement et il veut la soumettre encore plus.

– Voici une robe de salope que tu devras porter le reste de la journée. Si j’étais toi, j’arriverais en classe très tôt si tu veux minimiser ton exposition.

Kévin ricane et lance à Janice une robe à bretelle rouge et noir. Janice l’enfile rapidement par la tête et essaie de couvrir son corps. Le bas de la robe ne couvre ni son cul ni sa chatte. Elle commence à paniquer, mais sa fille Christy l’aide à allonger les bretelles pour baisser la robe afin qu’elle couvre son intimité. Toutefois maintenant on voit presque complètement ses seins. Si elle bouge un peu, ses mamelons sortent de la robe. Néanmoins elle est suffisamment couverte pour faire cours. Si elle reste assise en classe toute la journée, ça devrait aller. Mais les étudiants vont être heureux.

Kévin se lève et fait signe à Jessie et Christy de le suivre. Il sort en récupérant tous les vêtements de Janice. Celle-ci n’a pas d’autre choix que de se précipiter dans la classe de cours de Jessie. Quelques instants plus tard, elle court dans le couloir, ses seins rebondissant hors de sa robe.

Janice ouvre la porte de la classe, entre rapidement et la referme violemment. Elle est épuisée. Pourtant la matinée commençait si bien. Mais tout est tombé à l’eau quand le fils de la salope est arrivé. Mais c’est quand Christy est arrivée nue et enchaînée que son destin a été scellé. Maintenant gaziantep kumral escort bayan il faut qu’elle enseigne aux étudiants de Jessie presque nue. Elle s’assoit au bureau et pleure. Elle reste prostrée jusqu’au moment où la cloche sonne pour le premier cours. Elle se lève d’un bond et essaie de s’essuyer le visage. Il n’y a plus de possibilité de retour en arrière.

Pendant le cours, Janice essaie de maintenir un semblant d’autorité, mais la robe rend cela presque impossible. Elle essaie d’enseigner, mais elle se sent nue devant tous les regards. Et à chaque chuchotement, gloussement ou sourire vicieux, elle perd un morceau de son estime de soi, et avec toute chance de maintenir la discipline.

Kévin prend le couloir pour se rendre au parking. Derrière lui, suivent Jessie et Christy toujours nues, la plus jeune trottinant aussi vite qu’elle le peut avec ses chevilles encore enchaînées.

Jessie avait compris que son fils mijotait quelque chose quand il l’a accompagnée à l’université. Mais quand il est entré dans le bureau de Janice et l’a totalement soumise, elle était presque fière. Son Maître la sauvait. Elle aurait presque rampé et embrassé ses chaussures quand elle avait vu la peur dans les yeux de Janice. Jessie sourit, elle est une esclave, mais son Maître la protège.

Kévin ouvre le coffre de la voiture et sort deux sacs et deux boites à chaussures.

– Mettez ça esclaves! Ordonne-t-il.

Il sort la clé des chaînes, la lance à Jessie en disant :

– Détache-la et habillez-vous.

Puis il monte dans la voiture. Jessie aide Christy à enlever les chaînes puis elles enfilent les vêtements toutes les deux. Quelques minutes plus tard ils quittent le parking et descendent la rue. Comme il est un peu tôt, Kévin entre dans un restaurant pour déjeuner avec ses deux soumises.

Une heure plus tard, les trois marchent sur le trottoir, Kévin ouvre la marche et les deux femmes le suivent à un mètre derrière. Ils tournent un coin de rue et se trouvent bientôt devant un salon de piercings et tatouages dans lequel ils entrent.

Christy et Jessie se figent d’étonnement quand la première chose qui attire leur attention est Brenda assise sur une chaise en train de se faire tatouer. Elle porte une robe transparente, un string et des talons. Son corps est exposé, mais elle ne semble pas s’en soucier. Elle jette un coup d’œil à la porte et sourit aux deux esclaves. Kévin est content quand il voit sa mère biologique se faire tatouer. Mais il sait qu’elle n’a aucune idée de ce que signifie le tatouage.

Jessie suit Kévin de près. Depuis qu’il l’a sauvée des griffes de Janice, elle ne le voit plus comme son fils ou son beau-fils, mais seulement comme son Maître. Sa chatte s’humidifie à chaque fois qu’elle pense à la façon dont il prend l’ascendance et comment il a dominé Janice. Quand Ben a fini avec Brenda, Jessie se précipite pour prendre sa place. Elle veut la marque de son Maître et elle l’arborera fièrement.

Brenda s’approche de son fils et se tient debout à côté de lui. Elle regarde Ben commencer à tatouer le bras de Jessie. Kévin se tourne vers elle et lui demande :

– Laisse-moi voir ta marque de propriété.

Brenda tend le bras et montre le tatouage.

Kévin sourit et dit :

– Ça te va bien. Qu’est-ce que ça te fait d’être possédée?

Brenda n’aime ce mot « possédée ». Elle se renfrogne et répond :

– Que crois-tu que ça me fait? Je ne fais ça que pour avoir ma vengeance sur ta lopette de père. Une fois qu’il est vendu, je disparais.

Kévin sourit et avance dans le salon pour voir ce qui est exposé. Il attend avec Brenda que Ben ait fini avec les deux esclaves. Jessie a l’air heureuse et satisfaite tandis que Christy a l’air effrayé. Mais pour Kévin ça n’a pas d’importance, les trois femmes sont trop enfoncées dans la servitude pour s’en sortir. Et Kévin sait que quand il va expliquer la signification du tatouage, leur situation deviendra bien réelle.

Quand Christy a enfin fini de se faire tatouer, le jeune garçon demande aux trois femmes de s’agenouiller devant lui et de montrer leur tatouage.

Quand elles sont à genoux, regardant le sol, Kévin prend son portable et scanne le code QR de Jessie et Christy. Son téléphone bipe quand il a accepté les scans.

Brenda le regarde et se demande pourquoi il n’a pas fait la même chose avec lui. Son fils voit son regard étonné et sourit. C’est le moment idéal d’expliquer ces tatouages.

– Bon esclaves, je suis sûr que vous voulez savoir ce qui vient de se passer. Le tatouage sur votre bras signifie que vous êtes maintenant la propriété de Maître X. Toutefois il sert à autre chose. Les trois lettres QRB signifient QR Babe. Si quelqu’un vous pose la question à ce sujet, vous devrez répondre : « Je suis une QR Babe, scannez le code ». Lorsqu’ils l’auront fait, ils seront dirigés vers une page d’accueil internet qui vous est dédié sur laquelle vous apparaissez à différents stades de déshabillage. C’est tout ce qu’ils verront, tout du moins au début. Ensuite s’il télécharge une application, ils auront la possibilité d’afficher une deuxième page si elle a été activée. Sur cette page sera répertorié les services que vous pouvez fournir ainsi que des tarifs. Pour le moment soyez tranquille, seule la première page est active. Mais si vous n’obéissez pas nous activerons la deuxième page et vous devrez exécuter tout service répertorié. Nous considérons cela comme un programme d’incitation à être obéissante. Vous obéissez et seulement des photos de vous seront disponibles. Vous désobéissez et vous serez susceptibles d’être baisées par toute personne qui veut.

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Josh had always been close to his mother, Cathy. She was his rock growing up and was always there for him no matter what. So when she called him up and invited him to come visit her for the weekend, he jumped at the chance.

As soon as he arrived, Cathy welcomed him with open arms. They hugged and chatted for well over and hour, catching up on all the things they had missed since their last visit. After a hard working week, it was just what Josh needed from his mom.

Later that evening, Cathy suggested that they watch a movie together. Josh happily agreed, and they settled on a romantic comedy.

As they settled into the couch, Cathy brought over a cozy blanket and draped it over their laps. Josh couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his chest at her sweet gesture. He had always loved spending time with his mother, but tonight felt different somehow. It was as if there was an unspoken bond between them that was growing stronger with each passing moment.

Cathy laughed at the jokes in the movie and snuggled even closer to Josh when the love scene came on. Her head rested against his chest, and he could feel her steady breathing şahinbey escort as she relaxed against his body. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have such an amazing mother.

As they snuggled up on the couch, side by side, Josh noticed how soft and smooth his mother’s skin felt against his arm. It was pure bliss just to be close to her.

As the credits rolled and the movie came to an end, Josh and Cathy stayed curled up on the couch, not wanting the magic, cozy moment to end.

Cathy turned to Josh and smiled. “Do you want a massage, honey?” she asked. “I noticed you were a bit tense earlier.”

Josh couldn’t believe his ears. Was his mother really offering to give him a massage? But then again, why not? They had always been close and helping each other out was just natural.

“Sure, mom,” he said, grinning. “That would be great.”

Cathy guided him to the bedroom and asked him to lie down on the bed while she got some oil. Josh removed his shirt and laid down. He closed his eyes and tried to relax.

The sensation of her hands on his back was şahinbey escort bayan exquisite. Her touch was gentle, loving, and expert. His muscles slowly melted under her hands, and he felt all his tension slowly ebbing away.

Through the wardrobe mirror, he saw his mom stranded on top of his back.

As she moved down his body, Josh couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his mother looked in the dim light. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her skin was radiant.

When Cathy reached his legs, she asked him to turn over. As he rolled onto his back, Josh found himself staring into her eyes. They were full of love and desire.

Josh couldn’t help but feel a twinge of embarrassment as he lay on the bed, being massaged by his own mother. But at the same time, he couldn’t deny the rush of excitement he felt at the thought of being touched by her.

Cathy seemed to sense his internal struggle and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t worry, honey,” she whispered. “This is just between us. It’s nothing to feel ashamed of.”

Her words calmed Josh’s nerves, escort bayan şahinbey and he allowed himself to relax again. As she worked her way down his chest and stomach, he felt his heartbeat quicken.

When Cathy reached his groin, Josh couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. He knew it was wrong, but the sensation of her hands around his most intimate area was too much to resist.

Cathy looked up at him and saw the desire written all over his face. Without a word, she lowered her head and started to kiss his stomach.

“Mom…” Josh said, but his mother did not respond.

Josh moaned softly as she made her way down to his boxers. With trembling hands, Cathy pulled them down and revealed his erect member.

“Mom, I’m sorry…” Josh said, trying to come up with a reason for having a hard-on at his own mother’s touch.

She stared at it for a moment, admiring it, before leaning down to take it into her mouth. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth on him was enough to make Josh see stars.

As she moved up and down his shaft, he could feel the pleasure building inside him. It was so wrong, but it felt so right.

Finally, with a loud groan, Josh reached his climax. Cathy swallowed every last drop of her son’s cum, then crawled up to lay beside him.

For a few moments, they laid there in silence, catching their breath. Then Cathy turned to Josh and kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you for this, honey,” she murmured. “It was just what I needed.”

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Please note, this is a true story. However, I’ve changed the names, ages, places and occupations to protect the other person’s privacy. I have no shame so enjoy, LOL.

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Lydia: The Bachelorette Party Ch. 02

The Rehearsal Dinner

The next day was extremely busy as so many things went wrong with the wedding. We didn’t really talk about the wild night before. Lydia was dragged into helping out so we didn’t have much time to hang out. She also told me to behave as everyone was stressed out and distracted. But I didn’t listen. It was her idea to “Go out and fuck to help you forget.” In hindsight I didn’t regret what I did but I was sorry I added to the stress of the wedding.

The groom, groomsmen and several others who were at the bachelor party found themselves with really bad alcohol poisoning so they didn’t make rehearsal dinner. Some ended up in the hospital and others stuck in bed. Of course many people were pissed. Then other things went wrong like flights delayed, people quit their wedding responsibilities and the bride was tearing into everyone. At least they were smart enough to do the bachelor and bachelorette parties two nights before the wedding and not the night before.

As all this was happening I went to fuck the bride’s mom again. I had her bent over a counter in the bathroom in the grand ballroom. I figure no one would be here as they were out doing other stuff. My cock was hammering her MILF pussy and pulling her hair back. She was screaming for me to fuck her harder when the maid of honor came in and caught us.

Irene who was 27 and really cute, had her mouth drop when she saw us. She looked at us like we were crazy. I kept pumping into Sandra and not giving a fuck. She could watch, join or leave. Irene kept trying to interject and messing up our vibe. So I said sternly, “Look everyone is stressed out and I’m trying to help her have a moment to relax before she has to get back into the chaos.”

Irene who was somewhat of a spoiled brat was flabbergasted I talked to her that way. It was also not lost on me she was watching intently while trying to get us to stop. I’ve always been told my sex sounds are hot. When I came into Sandra’s yeni gaziantep escort pussy I let out an some aggressive moans and an angry, “Hell yeah!” All while looking right at Irene. She let out some heavy breaths. I could tell she was turned on.

Sandra got up from the counter, gave me a kiss and thanked me. I didn’t get her to a full on orgasm but I did what I said. I gave her some time away from the chaos and even though the climax is a major goal, you can still enjoy sex without the climax. She fixed her dress and composed herself. They walked out together but Irene looked back at me and gave me slight smile before she left.

Later that night my cock found Cynthia again. It was 10pm and they are finally starting to wrap up doing things for the wedding. I came up behind her, spun her around and started to kiss her. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. I pushed her up against a wall and really got her adrenaline going. Then I just stopped and told her to meet me in the hotel jacuzzi area in 1 hour.

I had a plan and I was determined. I didn’t want others seeing me leaving with her, especially Irene. It also would’ve been bad if Sandra caught me fucking her niece. I was definitely going to fuck Irene too but I found out they were sisters so I definitely had to be cautious. I doubt either would be ok with me fucking the other one. I knew I wasn’t going to see them after this so I didn’t care too much but I also didn’t want to add more drama to the already chaotic wedding.

I went to find Sandra as I wanted to get her off and enjoy her breasts again. However, I bumped into Irene. She said hello and started to talk to me. Something came over me. I wasn’t sure what it was. I didn’t plan on it but I just grabbed her hand and pulled her into the nearby stairwell. I put Irene on her knees, pulled out my cock and shoved it into her mouth.

At first I moved my hips and pumped my cock into her mouth. Then I stopped to see if she would continue sucking on her own. Low and behold she did. And she was really working me over. Irene was shorter then Cynthia at 5’5. She had a 32C chest and was thicker than her sister.

“You gaziantep yeni escort like sucking my hard cock, don’t you?” I growled at her.

She stopped sucking and said, “Yes.”

I growled at her again, “You enjoyed watching me fuck your auntie, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Was all she managed to moan.

I became more sinister with my words, “You want me to use your mouth, drop my cum in there and leave you wanting, don’t you?” She looked up at me and nodded in shame. I growled again and released a load into her mouth. I grabbed her head and said, “Take it all, swallow it all, don’t let a fucking drop hit the ground.” And well, she took all of it.

I pulled her to her feet and pressed her up against the wall. I told her I wanted her, I wanted to eat her pussy, I wanted to fuck her. But it would be tomorrow and she’d have to wait for it. I also told her that I would surprise her. So anytime during the day I could grab her, rip her dress off and fuck her. She wouldn’t know when and would have to be ok with it. Irene nodded in agreement and I left.

I continued looking for Sandra. Eventually I found her in the lobby at 1030pm. I had 30 minutes to fuck her then get to the jacuzzi area to meet Cynthia. As I was approaching Sandra, her daughter ran to her crying. Oh crap, cock block alert was all I was thinking. Wow, I was really being an ass this weekend. I just fucked Irene’s mouth and left her there. Oh fuck it I thought, maybe giving it to Cynthia was going make me feel better.

It was now 1110am, Cynthia was in the jacuzzi, bent over the side and I was relentlessly fucking her from behind. The sign said the area was supposed to be closed at 10pm but there was another way to access it. When I first arrived I pushed her to her knees and face fucked her like I did her sister. If she only knew her sister had sucked my cock not long before she just did. I was overindulging in the available pussy but was it really healing me.

I can tell by looking at her asshole it was really tight and I ask her if she had ever been fucked in the ass. She said she hasn’t an wasn’t into that. Well, I wet a few fingers and slid one gaziantep yeni escort bayan into her asshole. She was really tight and let out a strong moan. It was a mix of shock, pain and oh this is a new feeling. My cock kept fucking her and I let her get used to my finger in her ass.

As I started to move my finger in and out of her hole. She kept moaning but it sounded more pleasurable as I went on. However, since she wasn’t prepared and running around all day she wasn’t as clean as you’d like to engage in anal play. I moved out of her completely. I told her to play with herself and I’d be right back without her knowing why. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands.

When I got back she was fingering herself in the jacuzzi. Cynthia had her eyes closed and was looking really hot doing this. She didn’t notice I was back and I started stroking my cock while watching her. You can tell the challenging weekend was getting to her also and she needed that release. I would’ve like to have given it to her but I was a big reason why she’s getting it. As her orgasm arrived and ran its course, she looked up at me with a smile.

I got back into the jacuzzi and started kissing her. I sat down next to her in one of the long ledges people use as seats. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it. We were locked into a very sensuous kissing session. Her hand was strongly gripping and basically making love to my cock.

I pulled back my kiss and asked if she enjoyed my finger in her ass. She blushed and only nodded. She leaned in and our lips continued it’s fun together. My hard cock was feeling incredible in her small yet strong hand. As my orgasm started I moved my lips off of hers and just stared into her eyes. We looked at each other with such steamy desire as I erupted.

We continued kissing for a while longer. She wanted me to go back with her to her room but I also knew she was sharing a room with Irene. I told her I’d see her tomorrow and find sometime for us to be alone. When I arrived back at my room Lydia was not happy. The wedding was on the brink of collapsing and she heard I was not behaving myself today.

I can tell she was stressed. From not being in the bridal party to now dragged and guilted into helping. I started massaging her shoulders to help her relax. I asked what she heard about me. Apparently Irene told her she caught me fucking Sandra today. I told her I also had Irene sucking my cock and fingered Cynthia’s asshole. So yeah, I was definitely not behaving myself. But I reminded her what she told me, “Go out and fuck to help you forget.”

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Okie-doke. Here is another one of my true stories about past loves or sexual experiences. I still get private e-mails from readers who doubt what I say is true. That’s okay. I know they are true and it’s somewhat therapeutic for me to write these things here in this forum. My wife and I have talked at length about my wide and wild sexual past and she knows that while I did have a lot of fun, I do have a great many regrets as I toyed with many a young ladies feelings just to quench my own sexual thirst. Writing about them seems to help my guilty conscious.

But not all of my sexual conquests or “counting coup” as I called it, simply dealt with getting my ashes hauled. I actually had feelings for some of the women I have had in my life. This story about Ann Christopher (last name changed) is one of those women with whom I did have feelings, and probably still do to some extent.

As with my other stories, if you are looking for hardcore porn you’ve come to the wrong writer/story. Yep, sex is here, but it’s not every other word.

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One of my all-time favorite movie lines comes from the John Wayne movie, “The Cowboys”. The great black actor, Roscoe Browne (what a wonderful voice he had) and actor A. Martinez were visiting a wagon that had some “soiled doves” bathing and doing laundry. The madam, actress Colleen Dewhurst, asked Martinez’s character if he would like to spend a dollar and get laid. To make a long story short, it was determined both men would pass. But Ms. Dewhurst said to the young man (Martinez) that “the first time ought to be in the back of a carriage with someone you think you love”. Oh, she was a sexy woman and her gravelly voice sent chills down my back the first time I heard her. Her portrayal of the older madam was the epitome of why I like older women.

The madam in that movie was right. The first time you have sex ought to be with someone you are in love with, or at least think you love. Good or bad, a young man or woman’s first experience in intercourse should be fun, romantic and unforgettable. And if it occurs in the backseat of a car or carriage, that’s fine too.

I had got my driver’s license in 1971 and immediately set about exploring the regions of various girls’ bodies in the back seat of my white four-door 1964 Chevrolet Impala. Try as I might, I had no luck in losing my male cherry in the back seat of my “carriage”. Then I started dating Krena. She was the same age as me but was a grade behind. Krena was buxom and full-figured. I never liked skinny girls/women and Krena was pretty much how I liked them. Some use the term “full-figured” while others say “corn-fed”. I like “Rubenesque”; still curvy with lots of cushion and no chance of getting cut by a thigh bone.

Krena and I played around a lot in the backseat of my old Chevy. She agreed we would have sex but she did not want to do it in the backseat of a car. She had already lost her virginity and it had happened in a car and she did not want to do it that way again. She wanted to “do it” in a real bed. Well, that was okay by me!

Krena and I “did it” only one time, in her bedroom in the middle of the day while skipping high school. We snuck off the school grounds in my car during lunch and drove to her house. I’m not sure the car had stopped moving before I was out and in her house heading to her bedroom. I may have even banged my erection on the steering wheel as I jumped out. Man, I was cocked and ready!

I remember Krena and I giggling as we stripped out of our clothes and hopped into her bed, crawling under the covers and snuggling as we kissed and stroked each other. I crawled on top of her and started stabbing my cock into her. The trouble was I wasn’t hitting her pussy! I was so excited (and inexperienced) I was trying to drill my own hole into her pubic region. Gawd but I was a klutz! Krena reached down and grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I could feel the warm wetness as my sensitive cockhead felt the softness of her vulva lips. As the rapture of that feeling ran up the shaft of my cock and down my spine, I entered her pussy, sinking to the bottom with little resistance. And I came. Yep, right then on my first stroke into a warm pussy I came. Oh the shame! Oh the embarrassment! Oh the humanity!

I didn’t know what to do. So I pulled out, jumped off of her and out of the bed. I stood there staring down at her in disbelief. And Krena did the only thing a girl could do in this kind of situation, cry. Crap….now what do I do.

What I did was I got dressed and left. Oh, I tried to comfort her but I sucked at it. So I made my excuses and left. My first time had been a disaster and I wanted to run away and hide, maybe become a hermit and never show my face to the public again. As I was driving back to school, I knew everyone was looking at me, pointing Ankara travesti a finger and laughing. Instead of going to school I went home and went to bed, telling my mom I was sick.

I’m sure my story is not all that uncommon among men. I’m just able to admit that my first time was not my moment of shining sexual glory. I told an older friend of my experience and he gave me some sage advice I have lived by since; learn sexual restraint techniques and always put the pleasure of the woman before your own. Once I learned this, my sexual experiences improved 1000%!

Shortly after this I began my relationship with Shirley East, an older black woman I worked with at the airport (see my other story “Her Name was Shirley”). While we never fucked or made love, we had a wonderful time together for about three months and she taught me many things on how to please a woman out of the bedroom. You know, give flowers, kind words, compliments, things a gentleman should do for his lady. I am forever grateful for her guidance as it benefitted me many, many times over the past 40 years. Even though we never had sex, she helped me advance my sexual skills none-the-less.

In 1976, I met another older woman named Ann. She was white, 43 years old and a widow. She had short black hair with sparse streaks of silver, cut in a “Page Boy” or “Dorothy Hamill” style, brown eyes and a very pretty oval face. She was somewhat elegant without being snooty, and had a refined demeanor. Body wise she was about average; nothing spectacular, other than her height as she was 5’11”. Her father had been a state law enforcement officer and she had an 8×10 photograph of him shaking hands with President John F. Kennedy when he was still a US Senator and came to Oklahoma for a visit in 1960 while campaigning for the presidency. She would later give that photograph to me and I have it to this day.

Ann and I met at a local gathering for tall people. It was an informal club called the “Tip-Toppers” and was for men over 6’2″ (I’m almost 6’4″) and ladies over 5’10”. They met once a month at various restaurants around the city. I had been invited by a friend to join and I thought “What the heck. I have to eat”.

It was my first time at the meeting and Ann’s second or third and we sat next to each other during the meal. We hit it off immediately and soon it was as if we were there alone on a date and everyone else around us was mere noise makers in a busy restaurant. I’m a “toucher” and while talking or laughing I will reach out and briefly touch a shoulder or a hand. At one point, I had said something funny and as we both laughed I put my hand on top of hers. But before I could remove it, her other hand came and rested on top of mine. As our laughter died down to smiles, our eyes locked. I can still see the twinkle of joy that shone in her eyes as the warmth of her hand on mine warmed my soul. We connected at that moment. We had a wonderful hour or so together at the dinner and it seemed like we had known each other all our lives.

As the club meeting began to break up, Ann and I lingered for a bit at the table, much to the waiter’s chagrin, I’m sure. We obviously did not want the fun evening to end.

“I like you Rick. You’re a very funny and interesting guy. It’s a shame I’m old enough to be your mother”, Ann said as she lightly rubbed the top of my hand.

“Well, I like you too, Ann, and I think you are an absolute peach. And listen, age means nothing to me. If someone makes you happy, then go with it. Life is way too short to discriminate over something so trivial”.

“Peach” is a word I use a lot. I like it. Most women seem to like being called “peach”. I don’t know why. And what I said was true, she was a peach and life was/is too short to get all hung up on race, or creed or religion or whatever.

To cut to the chase, Ann invited me to her apartment for tea (I am not a coffee drinker) so I followed her in my ’55 Chevy (the old ’64 was by then long gone). I was looking forward to the possibilities of a pleasurable evening with Ann, both mentally and physically.

Ann had a two bedroom bungalow apartment that was beautifully decorated in earth tone colors with plush furnishings and soft accent pillows. Several candles were scattered throughout the living room and she asked me to light them while she prepared the hot water for our tea.

As I lit the candles, I noticed some record albums she had laid out by her Marantz stereo.

“Oh! You like Herbie Mann?” I asked as I rifled through the small stack of records. Herbie Mann was a jazz flautist that I greatly enjoyed then and still do today.

Ann came around the corner to where I was standing, turning off the lights leaving only the warm glow of the flickering candles.

“I certainly do. Do you like him too?”

“Very much so. I think I have all of his albums except for the ones he did in the 50’s. His “Memphis Underground” is probably my favorite.”

“Well then, look on the shelf Konya travesti and you will find it. Let’s put it on, and enjoy his music, shall we?”

I reached over to the shelf and found the album in quick order and placed it on the stereo turntable as she returned to the kitchen. I stacked five other jazz records on top so we would have a continuous soundtrack going for a while. Moments later, the smooth sounds of Mann’s jazz flute began to fill the apartment’s airspace. I’m telling you, the Marantz stereo system of the mid-1970’s had a great sound to it and looked great as well. The provocative sounds of Herbie Mann and the lit candles began to set the mood for the evening.

I sat down on her plush, pillow enhanced sofa and began to take in my surroundings and the possibilities of the evening. I was amazed at how two hours ago I did not know this woman from Eve in the Garden of Eden and now here I was, alone with her in her apartment and in my mind, obviously headed for an evening of sexual delights.

Ann soon joined me carrying a tray with a china teapot, cups and saucers, sugar and tea bags. The cups and saucers matched the tea pot and had Chinese characters on them with dragons. They matched the wall decoration motif in the living room as she had several items with Chinese dragons hanging on the wall in frames or as tapestries. I made a comment about it and she admitted she had always found oriental art and dragons very appealing.

We sat and drank our tea and made small talk as we enjoyed each other’s company. It was amazing all the things we discovered that we had in common. After a pause in our conversation, Ann sat her tea down and again placed her hand on mine.

“Rick, I want you to understand that I don’t bring strange men home with me as a rule. And while you and I do share a great deal of commonality, you are still, basically a stranger to me and I do not want you to think I’m some old lady out cruising the streets looking for love.”

“Ann, I am thinking no such thing. I am enraptured with you and can think of nowhere else I’d rather be at this moment but where I am, in the company of a charming and absolutely beautiful lady.”

Ann leaned towards me and placed her hand on my face, lightly running her fingers over my smooth cheek.

“You are so sweet. But this is all still bothering me and there is the age difference. You’re only 22. I’m very concerned abo….”

I raised my hand and placed a finger to her lips to shush her. As I did she stopped talking and looked me straight in the eyes. I could see her eyes were smoldering with a fire that wanted to be either stoked or put out. My next move was obvious as I did not want that fire to go out at all. I leaned into her and replaced my fingers with my lips.

Kissing has always been my specialty and something I greatly enjoy doing, especially the soft, tender romantic kiss. I was very good at it before I hooked up with Shirley East, the lady from my story, “Her Name Was Shirley”. I was blessed with a natural style of kissing that pleases women and leaves them longing for my lips. But Shirley helped me to develop my kissing style into a pleasurable art to include what a man should do with his hands while kissing a woman for the first time and it’s not grabbing her breast or ass, but ever so lightly caressing her cheek or hair. Jokingly I referred to my kissing as giving the “blue plate special”. A great many women fell for me simply because of my kissing ability. There were even women who were not all that fond of me personally who still enjoyed my kisses. Ann was no exception.

As my lips touched Ann’s for the first time, I brought my hand up to her cheek and ran my fingers just enough into her hair by her ear to allow my palm to rest on her face as my thumb oh so slightly moved across her cheekbone. My kiss was light and brief and I pulled back a few inches to look into her eyes. Softly, almost a whisper, I said to her my feelings about what she had tried to say before I had cut her off.

“I told you earlier, age does not matter to me nor should it you. Especially now”.

I leaned in again and this time really kissed her. I could feel her body yield to mine and move in closer as her arms went around my neck. She turned her head slightly to the side so I could make better, more sensuous contact with her lips. The kiss this time was the “Full Monte” if you will. It was the kiss of lovers.

I lightly tickled Ann’s mouth with my tongue, letting her know I wanted entrance. Her lips parted and as my tongue probed the moist recesses of her mouth I found her tongue coming to meet mine. Our tongues danced together and I yielded my advance to allow hers to move into my mouth. Once it was there I closed my lips around it and sucked it in further, feeding on it as if it was a nipple.

Ann groaned as I sucked on her tongue. I would later find out this was a first for her and she really liked it. From that moment on, we did not kiss passionately İzmir travesti without her tongue being sucked on by me. She also would suck on my tongue, which I also greatly enjoy.

As various records played, Ann and I enjoyed each other on the sofa. We kissed and panted for at least 10, maybe 15 minutes. Then Ann gently pushed away and held me at arm’s length.

“Would you like to see my bedroom?”

I stood up and held out my hand to Ann.

“Yes ma’am. I surely would”.

Ann took my hand as I helped her up. But before we took one step, I reached down and scooped her up in my arms. Ann giggled.

“My, my. Aren’t you the strong one and so gallant!” she exclaimed.

It was obvious where her bedroom would be since she lived in an apartment so I headed from the living room to the bedroom. When I arrived at the side of her king size bed, I gently laid her down with her head on the pillows. I then moved over her to the other side and lay down with her. Immediately we began to kiss again. Ann made the first move to shed our clothing by unbuttoning my shirt and un-tucking it from my jeans as we kissed. I continued to run my fingers through her hair and caress her face and arms as we kissed. Once she had opened my shirt completely, she ran her hands over my smooth chest and played with my left nipple. As she did so, I began to kick off my boots.

Ann moved on to my belt buckle but had some difficulty with it. It was a large first place bull-riding buckle I had won at a local rodeo back in 1972, the only one I ever won. I reached down and un-did it for her. Ann then unzipped my jeans and reached in for my cock. Oh, it was hard, rock hard. But there was no way she could pull it out without breaking it in half! Remember, this was in 1976 (but before that stupid “Urban Cowboy” movie—gawd I hated that flick!) and the cowboys wore their jeans very, very tight.

I raised my ass up off the bed as I reached down and peeled my jeans and low-rise briefs off. I also took off my socks as I looked back over my shoulder at Ann. She was now undressing as well. I remember thinking to myself, “Hell Slick. You haven’t even touched her body other than kissing and here she is taking her own clothes off!”

After I had removed my socks, I leaned back and watched Ann. She had got off the bed and stood at the side of it as she removed her dress, slip, bra and panties.

“Not bad for an old lady I guess” she mumbled.

“Nope, not bad at all. Come here”, I said in a sultry but commanding voice.

Ann crawled back into the bed and as our lips met again, my hands immediately reached out to cup her breasts. Her nipples were rigid and pointed at least a half an inch from her pink areoles. She had about 34 B size breasts and while I have always been a big breast man, hers were simply exquisite with very little sag or stretch marks. Hard to belief she had given birth to three kids from the looks of her natural perky breasts and fairly smooth tummy.

For the next hour, Ann and I explored each other’s bodies. We sucked and licked each other’s breasts, 69’ed and briefly fucked with her on top. While sucking her clit I gave her a wonderful orgasm that had her pulling my hair as she screamed out her pleasure and ground my face harder into her pussy. After that hour, we took a brief break and I went to the stereo to replay the records as they had finished. I returned to the bed and to Ann as Herbie Mann’s “Memphis Underground” began to play again. I remember Ann watching as I walked back to her and commenting about how hard my cock was. I responded as I crawled in next to her that it was “so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it” which brought a hardy round of laughter from her.

As the laughter began to abate, I moved on top of Ann. My cock was aching to return to her hot pussy. Now, I’ve been with a few women in my life whose pussy didn’t feel that great. But Ann’s was not one of those; her pussy was absolutely marvelous. Sure it was a little loose after doing childbirth three times but it felt just fine!

I let my cockhead run along her pussy slit and lightly dance on her clitoris hood. She jerked and smiled, moaning her pleasure at the sensation it gave her. I had to do it a couple more times to watch and listen to her mewl. I then ran it down to the opening and sunk it back into her wet love canal. As my pubic hair meshed with hers, I was in Nirvana. Hot damn but that felt good! There is nothing better than the feel of a warm pussy around your cock when one is engaged in a romantic interlude.

My skills at lovemaking had increased significantly by this point in my life and I was very excited at the chance to make love to this woman. I did not want to fuck her; I wanted to make love to her. Guys, there IS a difference in the two. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I have not made love to all of them. Ann was different. This was a lady who deserved respect and my best gentlemanly behavior. I was not going to fuck her; I was going to love her.

I began to move in and out of Ann’s pussy; pausing ever so often to bury myself in as far as my six inches would allow and grind our pubic bones together. Ann (like most woman) really liked that as is would rub her clitty against me giving her more pleasure.

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Linda had lived alone in the Midwest since her husband left several years ago.

It was painful at first. She always loved her husband and did her own thing. Now that he was gone, she kept doing her own thing, and was still trying to find someone to love.

One afternoon she was watching TV she saw a commercial for the nearby college, and thought maybe there was something there for her. She had graduated from an out of state college where she met her husband.

On a whim, she decided to take some classes, mainly to keep busy.

Although about 25 years older than the other students, Linda looked like a college coed. She stood 5’4″ and wore her brunette hair short.

She had an athletic form, which she kept up by running 5 or 6 miles every other day. She was happy with herself, even with her ass that had gotten a bit wider with age.

The first day Linda arrived in her arts history class, wearing a sleeveless pink top and a white fluffy skirt that hit her mid-thigh. It was a hot fall day and Linda wanted to be comfortable.

One of the other students liked what he saw when Linda walked in and sat down near the front.

Jim sat in the back row and paid more attention to the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes on rather than the professor.

As the class ended, Jim stepped up and introduced himself.

“Hi there, my name is Jim, and I wonder if you aren’t doing anything now, join me for coffee and talk about the class,” he said.

Linda couldn’t believe she met someone the first class. She suddenly noticed she was getting warmer, her heart was beating faster and she was breathing heavily.

“Oh, ah, hello. My name is Linda,” she thought she said. So enamored with Jim, she readily agreed.

Jim suggested they walk to a nearby Starbucks, and could walk there as it was a couple blocks away.

Linda held Jim’s hand as they walked and they talked about the class and it’s instructor.

Linda ordered a Carmel Café Mocha Tall, and Jim got a Black Grande. He paid and let Linda find a table as he brought the drinks over.

“Jim, I guess you should know, I’m a little older than you.”

Jim touched Linda’s knee, and said, “I know you are a bit older, and I like that about you. I really like everything about you so far. You have great blue eyes I could get lost in, your smile is so adorable, and you have great legs. Do you do any running?”

Linda almost couldn’t breathe. She thought of what to say.

“Yes, about 5-miles a few times a week, would you like to join me tomorrow morning.”

Jim agreed, and they settled on meeting the next morning at his fraternity house and running along a nearby trail.

Linda pulled up to the address around 8 am. She got out of the car, wearing a sleeveless running shirt over a sports bra, and tight short running shorts and her running socks and shoes. She was trying to impress Jim.

She drew double takes upon entering the front door, and asked a boy if he could get Jim for her.

“Jim the pledge master? Ah sure, are you his mom?” a kid said.

“Hahahaha, no, no, I’m a friend, Linda.”

Soon Jim arrived and welcomed Linda to the home. She hugged Jim and he hugged her back.

He asked her if she wanted a tour, but she said they better go for an early run.

Jim said he was ready, wearing a Frat shirt and shorts, low socks and black running shoes. They started running down the street and crossed over to the trail. Linda was trying to impress Jim and took out on a fast pace, and Jim kept up, sometimes trailing a bit to observe her ass which he was starting to admire.

They talked about the weather and Jim talked about other classes he was taking. They ran on a loop and in 50 minutes had arrived back at the fraternity. Both were breathing slightly heavy, and Jim invited Linda inside to clean up. She hesitated, but relented when Jim said he had his own shower.

They climbed some stairs and turned down a long hallway with Jim’s room near the end. He grabbed a clean towel for Linda and gave her a quick tour of his room and bathroom.

She closed the door, locked it, then kicked off her shoes, stripped out of her sweaty clothes and hopped in a hot shower. She secretly was hoping Jim would come in.

Linda used some of Jim’s soap and shampoo, got cleaned, dried off, wrapped the towel around her and exited the bathroom. She asked Jim to hand her the bag she brought with her and went back to the bathroom to change.

Linda gaziantep escort bayan numaraları put her sweaty clothes in the bag. She entered the room, kissed Jim, and he walked her out of the house.

They exchanged phone numbers and Jim said he would call her.

When Linda got home, she stripped out of the clothes and took a hot bath. She called her best friend, Kathleen, and told her of her day.

“Are you saying you are seeing a fraternity boy?” Kathleen said in a startled voice.

“Jim is a man and I think I’m love with him.,” Linda said in a correcting term. “So far we have gone for a run together, had coffee, he held my knee,” she said in a beaming voice.

“And showering at his fraternity house? Are you sleeping with him?”

“Ah, not yet,” Linda said.

“You are terrible,” Kathleen said and laughed. “Simply terrible. He could be your son. His parents may be younger than you,” Kathleen said.

“Wait, hold on, he’s calling me,” Linda said. “Gosh, you sound like a teenager in love,” Kathleen said.

“Hi, Linda? It’s Jim, I was thinking about you. Do you have plans yet for dinner?”

Linda again felt her heart racing. She so was excited about Jim, and she didn’t want to let Kathleen ‘s comments deter her. She asked him to hold on, and told Kathleen about the invitation.

“You’re not going, are you?” She said.

” I am. I like Jim a lot.”

“Linda, c’mon, be serious,” Kathleen said.

“He makes me feel good. I’ll call you latter,” Linda said.

“Hello Jim, sorry about that, yeah, I’d like to join you for dinner.”

“Great, what about Beams Steakhouse?” Jim said.

“Yeah, that’s good. Why don’t you pick me up at 6 pm?”

Jim agreed, got her address, and they said goodbye.

Linda really wanted to look good, and found her little black dress in her closet, matched it with short black sheer thigh high nylons, low healed black sandals, and a matching black bra and bikini panties.

She made up her face and hair and found a nice necklace to wear.

Jim arrived at the door and brought Linda a bouquet of flowers. She thanked him, placed them in some water and they left..

He helped her up into his pickup truck, letting her use his knee as a step into the truck, and he ran around the other side and they took off.

At the restaurant, Jim ordered a glass of wine for Linda, and ordered a beer for himself.

Jim ordered salads for each of them to have prior to their meals, which Jim ordered two New York Strip steaks and baked potatoes.

Linda told him about her past, how her husband left her, and how she was glad He had asked her out.

Jim told him about his past, what was happening at the fraternity, and how he was really pleased with what had happened so far.

Linda felt comfortable telling Jim she was 43, and Jim admitted he was 20. Neither Linda or Jim were taken aback by either’s age.

Jim went over a party schedule at his fraternity and hoped there might be one event she might attend. Linda didn’t hesitate to say she would be glad to accompany Jim to any event he chose.

They ended their dinner, and Linda insisted on paying. Jim wasn’t so pleased, but Linda told him he could get the check the next time.

She invited him over to continue their evening. Linda almost offered Jim a drink before remembering his age. She sat on the sofa next to him. Jim made the first move and kissed Linda softly and pulled away. Linda then pressed her lips on Jim’s and put her hands on his back. He pulled back and removed his shirt. Linda’s eyes opened wide at the sight of Jim’s muscled chest and flat stomach.

She told him to take the rest off. She had nervous energy and blurted her request out. Her heart raced when Jim stood up, kicked off his shoes, and removed his socks, then unbuckled his pants and took them down with his boxer shorts.

Linda liked Jim’s tight ass and shuddered when she saw his semi erect penis, which already looked as big as her forearm.

She beckoned him back with her finger and he sat back next her to make out some more, eventually sitting on his lap, with his erection pressed down on her ass.

“This is the first time I’ve gotten naked first,” he told Linda.

“You look amazing darling,,” she said, and they kissed some more.

Linda got up and led him to her bedroom. She had him sit on the edge and she leaned on his broad gaziantep escort pornoları shoulders to take her heels off. She asked him to unzip her dress, and it fell to the floor. With her back turned, he undid her bra clasp, Jim rolled off her nylons and then he slipped her panties down. He held her hand as she stepped out of her panties, and leaned forward to kiss her tight butt.

She turned around and jumped on Jim, and laid on top of him as they kissed. Her small breasts mashed against his chest. Her pale pink nipples were already erect. She reached down to grab his cock and gasped as she could only fit half her hand around its width.

Jim flipped Linda over on the bed, and used his hands and mouth to pleasure her nipples.

Then he moved down to Linda’s body and kiss her slightly open pussy. She had shaved her legs and bikini area earlier in the day, and Jim seemed to like it, licking her outer labia and used his tongue to taste her inner labia.

Linda was bucking her hips and breathing heavy at the attention and placed one hand on her breasts and the other on Jim’s head, stoking his hair and soon treated him to her orgasm, some of which splashed out on Jim’s face.

He moved up and kissed her as he positioned his hard cock against her pussy and let it slide inside. He moved in and out at a slow pace, and was dropping sweat on Linda’s already glowing body.

They kissed softly as Jim increased his pace and was thinking he was going to cum soon. He kept going and without saying anything pulled out and stroked himself a few times before blasting off on her chest and stomach. Four shots of cum landed on Linda as she smiled. When he was done, Jim rolled back next to Linda and cuddled her as they kissed.

Linda rubbed her fingers on her body, and tasted Jim’s thick cum. She smiled as she really loved it.

They got up and took a shower together, and Jim talked about which fraternity event he wanted Linda to attend.

Jim kissed Linda goodbye, and she went to bed. He let himself out of her house and drove back to his fraternity.

The next morning Linda asked Kathleen to meet her at another Starbucks near the downtown area. She told Kathleen everything that happened, and Kathleen looked envious and alarmed at the same time.

“Are you going to the pledge mixer,” Kathleen said with a laugh.

“They’re having a fundraising event and Jim said I could help with marketing,” Linda said.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Linda, you’ve got to stop this.”

“I can’t. I love him,” she said.

Linda asked her friend if she wanted to attend the mixer, as there would be alcohol served. Kathleen considered the hot sex story she heard and said, “Maybe.”

Jim and Linda became a couple, and started going out more, attended football tailgating parties, where she turned around when the guys were drinking, but otherwise kept by Jim’s side at all times. The other fraternity members all treated her with respect, which Linda thought was due to her boyfriend’s insistence.

The big mixer was coming up, and Linda convinced her best friend to attend, telling her Jim would find a nice guy for her to date.

“I’m just going to see how you act,” She said.

The women entered the Fraternity lobby and all the guys greeted Linda by her first name. Jim arrived and kissed Linda, then introduced himself to her friend.

“You must be Kathleen,” Jim said, shaking her right hand. “Linda is a great woman.”

“She is,” Kathleen said.

Looking around, Jim found the guy he chose to accompany Kathleen. “Dan, over here man.”

“Hey Linda. Hi, uh, Kathleen is it? My name is Dan, and…” he said, trailing off as he was entranced by Kathleen ‘s beauty. She was taller than Linda, shoulder-length brunette hair, larger boobs than Linda and a curvaceous figure.

Kathleen thought she must be crazy being there, but she loved her friend and wanted her to be happy, so she went along.

Jim gave them a tour of the fraternity for Kathleen’s sake, and had his hand on the small of Linda’s back to guide her along.

Suddenly Kathleen looked around and Linda and Jim were gone. Jim dragged Linda into his room, pressed her against the closed door and kissed her hard.

“You look so hot today,” he said as he reached under Linda’s shirt, and under her bra.

Linda felt awesome. Jim pulled her onto his bed and started undressing her. Jim planted gaziantep escort portalı kisses all over her body, then used his hands to lift her ass up and used his lips and tongue to pleasure her. Linda was very turned on and her pussy was already wet.

She kept her hands on Jim’s back and used her fingers to stroke his hair, as Jim increased his pace. Linda thrashed against the bed and soon achieved an orgasm.

She then laid back and Jim crawled up to her.

“Would you consider sleeping here tonight?”

Linda thought for a few seconds and said, “That would be great,” with a big smile.

“I’ll let you get ready to go and we can leave together,” Jim said.

Linda found Kathleen standing in the kitchen talking to some boys when she saw Linda and asked where she had been.

“Jim went down on me in his bedroom,” she said smiling.

“What am I going to do with you,” Kathleen said.

“He also asked me to sleep over, and I’m going to,” Linda said laughing to herself.

“You are so bad girl. Are going to go, you know, all the way?” her friend said with a sly laugh.

Kind gave her friend a look, then went to help Jim.

Toward the evening Linda texted Kathleen, Do you want to get dinner with Jim and me?” Kathleen texted back, “I left hours ago and am at home with a glass of red wine. Be carful.”

Jim took Linda out for pizza. This time she was able to get in his truck herself.

They were seated and Jim ordered a round of beer and water, and a medium supreme pizza.

He held Linda’s hand, and she felt at ease.

“You are so charming Jim. I am falling in love you,” she said.

“I love you Linda. You are very special to me.”

They sipped their beers and talked about the day, what went right and wrong, what happened to Kathleen, then the pizza arrived.

Jim had three slices and Kathleen had one. They decided to take the rest home.

Jim drove them to a bar where a local band was playing. They listened to the music for awhile and Linda leaned into Jim. Soon he said they should get out of there. She agreed and they went back to their Fraternity house. Jim tossed the pizza box at a couple guys watching TV, and they went to his room.

Inside, Jim turned on some music to set the mood, and pulled out a white box with a pink ribbon, and gave it to Linda, who blushed a little as she was surprised.

“I thought you might like it..”

Linda unwrapped the ribbon and open a side of the box and sighed.

“You should not of done this sweetie, but I’m very excited to try it on for you.”

She went to the bathroom. Jim thought about undressing, but decided to wait.

Linda took about 10 minutes, admiring herself in the mirror, then opened the door and stood in front of Jim with a little smile. She was wearing a red sheer babydoll which flowed out at the bottom, red thigh high nylons and her heels.

“Am I your little babydoll?” Linda asked.

“Yes! Holy fuck! You are so beautiful,” said Jim as he went to embrace and kiss Linda. “You look amazing honey. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

He led Linda to his bed and she laid down on her side.

He took off his shirt and removed his shoes and socks. He took his jeans off and his boxers and his cock was already hard.

He laid next to his girlfriend and helped her out of the babydoll, allowing it to slide down her body. She asked Jim something and he moved up and Linda tried to take his penis in her mouth.

She opened as wide as she could. The head was too big to enter her mouth, so she kissed and licked the bulbous head, and licked around the sides.

Jim felt aroused and moved down, pushed her babydoll down her legs and placed it on the bed. She was now nude except for her nylons.

He got his penis half way in her hot pussy when he looked at Linda. “I want you to cum in me,” she said.

He pushed further and started stroking in and out. Linda was getting close to having an orgasm. Jim noticed and picked up his pace.

Soon Linda was coming, splashing on Jim’s cock and providing him extra lubrication. He thought about where he wanted to cum, and soon pulled out and placed his penis head at Linda’s mouth. She opened up and he stroked himself and started shooting off his cum inside her mouth. He blasted three times and then lowered his penis.

Linda smiled, showed Jim the cum on her tongue, then swallowed and smiled.

They kissed and Jim helped Linda out of her nylons and they took a shower together. Then they went to bed nude.

The next morning, they decided to go to their Arts History class. Linda didn’t bring an extra set of clothes. Jim found his cleanest fraternity shirt and shorts and handed them to Linda. They fit her nicely without underwear. After he dressed they walked out of the fraternity house to their class arm in arm.

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She fumbled with my zipper and gasped as she freed my cock. “It’s even bigger up close!” She quickly engulfed about 4 to 5 inches of my cock. I knew I should stop her but her lips, tongue and mouth were magical. She guided my hand to her pussy. She was soaking wet.

“Oh god.” And a few moans was all that I could muster. I was so incredibly turned on by what was happening. My cock was rock hard and throbbing as she continued to suck harder and faster.

She was sopping wet as I slowly inserted 2 fingers into her tight pussy. I was slowly finger fucking as her moans started to increase on my cock. I was so close to cumming in her hot mouth when there was a knock on the window. She raised her head from my cock as we both looked towards the window. It was the police. Dina sat back up. We only received a warning from the police and were told to move on.

That was a close call as I zipped up and started to drive away.

We had to head to the hall where the repass was being held. She was already late. What was I going to do once we were there. gaziantep sahibe escort bayan I wanted my cock in her tight pussy. I’m sure she wanted it too. I had to figure out something.

I dropped her off near the entrance. And parked the car and waited a few minutes before I went inside.

I went inside and started to talk with old friends and family. I tried to avoid Dina because I didn’t want to sprout a hard on in front of everyone. I could see her watching me as she mingled with everyone. I was watching her too. I want ed this thing to end so I could take her to my motel room.

She texted that she wanted to finish what we started. She said she didn’t want to wait any longer. She told me to meet her by the coat closet in 5 minutes.

My heart started to race as I looked for the coat closet. I found it off to the side of the entrance. It was unmanned for this event so the counter was closed. I entered the door and there was Dina bent over the counter with her dress around şahinbey escort bayan her waist. She was reaching behind her with right hand rubbing her pussy intensely. I could hear her moans as I approached her. What a sight to see. That golden brown heart shaped ass. I Walked up to her and replaced her hand with my own. My god she was wetter than in the car. Her moans increased as I was rubbing her clit as I inserted 2 fingers into her. She shuddered and came all over my hand.

“I need you cock now. Please I need it now.”

I lowered my pants very quickly as my rock hard cock sprang free and brushed her sweet ass. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy to make sure it was nice and wet. She held her ass open for me as I continued to tease her. I slowly entered her tight pussy for the first time. I only inserted the head and just stopped as she tried to push her ass back up against me. I wanted to take it nice and slow.

“Please just fuck me. Pound me from behind. We şahinbey bayan escort don’t have any time.”

“OH GOD”, as I completely entered with one hard stroke. I started to build a rhythm as I grabbed her hips. I was starting to pound her harder and harder. Her pussy felt so good. Her pussy gripped like a glove.

“Your cock is amazing. Please don’t stop fucking me. God it’s so big. I have never been filled up like this.”

I held onto her hips and was pounding away like a madman. She was moaning I was moaning. She was pushing her ass up against. I was so deep inside with each thrust. I could feel she was close to cumming.

“Yes, yes, yes. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Fill my pussy with your cum. OH GOD!!”

I let out a moan and groan from deep inside me. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

She straightened up and wrapped her arms around my neck as my cock was starting to soften. I nuzzled her neck and squeezed her tits through her dress.

“I want your cock after this is over.”

“I want you too.”

We dressed and went back out to our friends and family. I needed a beer. I was sitting there drinking and I received a text from Dina.

“Check your pocket.” It was her panties as I quick stuffed them back in my coat pocket.

“I’m not wearing any panties and your cum is dripping down my legs right now. I want to feel your cock in all of my holes. Please fuck my ass tonight!!”

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After me and Daniella’s first full day on holiday, I was left absolutely shattered. I drank way more than I should have. I enjoyed some hot, double penetration action with Daniella and the Greek Boy. I got to watch some hot lesbian action between Daniella, Nina the German teacher lady, and Georgina the Greek lesbian with big nipple rings. After which Burkhard and I enjoyed a little oral action when we both came in his wife’s mouth. And most importantly I got to help beautiful Daniella work her way through nearly a dozen orgasms and nearly half as many lovers. So, by the time my head hit the pillow at the end of the night, I was done.

God knows how long I was out, but the next thing I remember, I was dreaming that I was back home in California. I was out somewhere in the Mojave Desert. It was a hot and sunny day, and I was driving along in my dream car—a cherry red, 1972 convertible Corvette Stingray—through the endless western landscapes with my arm hanging out the window and the wind rushing through my hair. I was in heaven.

This wasn’t the first time I’ve had this dream. In fact, it had been one of my favourite recurring dreams ever since I was thirteen when my hard drinking Aunt Carol—with her amazingly the big tits and inappropriately low-cut dresses—took me for a long ride in her late, third husband’s Corvette. While we drove across Death Valley, she told me, “it’s easy for a boy like me to get lucky in a car like this.” It took me many years to understand what she meant by ‘get lucky’ but when I did, the dream only become more intense.

I drove on through the shimmering deserts until I came to a hill. I slammed on the gas, and the Corvette shot over the crest like a rocket. The whole car roared and shook with a raw power that I could feel in my bones. Then suddenly there was a hand on my crotch working my balls. I looked down half expecting to see my aunt’s hand, but instead it was a thin woman’s hand. I followed the hand up to find my wife—now my ex-wife—Betty sitting in the car next to me. It was her, but from years ago before we got married and made each other miserable.

She smiled at me with cherry red lips and sparkling blue eyes, as her long blond hair whipped around in the wind, then suddenly she was naked and so was I. Without bothering to stop the car we collapsed into each other’s arms and began to kiss and rub our naked bodies all over each other. The car continued happily rumbling along on its own down the road, as she climbed onto my lap.

Betty’s pussy was warm, soft and inviting as I slipped my cock inside. Her and I made love in the bright sunshine, in the front seat of the car as we travelled on down the road—only occasionally stopping to wave at creepy truck drivers and smiling passengers as they passed by.

We continued on like this for miles, but just as I was about to cum, a great odd, red shadow passed over the car. I pulled my head away from young Betty’s eager mouth to see that a strange face shaped cloud come into view and blot out much of the sky.

Suddenly I looked around and we were no longer out in the deserts, but somewhere in LA, with its endless traffic passing through some nightmarish zone of endless, nondescript strip malls as far as the eye could see. Also, we were no longer in the Corvette, but in that damn two-tone minivan she made me purchase last year for her shitty mobile dog grooming business that she never put any time into.

Betty crawled off my lap and instantly aged ten years. “There it is,” she pointed to a beige stucco building sandwiched between a thousand other beige stucco buildings, “Park the van there,” she commanded.

I was no longer in control of the minivan. It jerked escort gaziantep bayan reklamları hard to the left and crashed through a small hedge into an empty, darken parking lot. The sun had disappeared before the minivan came to a screeching halt in front of an old defunct shop now turned evangelical church. The windows were covered in a cheap mirrored tint which gave everything inside a sickly green hue.

“We’re here!” Betty smiled. “Time to give us a baby.”

“What? No! We’re divorced. I’m not giving you a baby,” I complained.

The minivan was gone, and we stood outside the building in the darkness as the summer heat radiated off the black asphalt of the parking lot. Above the main shop window to the old store was a beat-up painted on sign that read “The Hands of God Church,” while in the corner a red neon sign slowly blinked, “All sacrifices welcome.”

I knew the place from when Betty found God a couple years back and made me go to church with her here once. Inside the air was horribly stale and hot given their AC was perpetually broken. The church itself consisted of a large multipurpose room divided in half. Up front there sat a beat-up pulpit, a folding card table on wheels with a white tablecloth thrown over it that doubled as a collections table, and a giant homemade wooden cross made by someone’s kid. In back, in place of actual pews, there were just several rows of beat-up plastic folding chairs for the congregation to sit, watch the weird shows, and to find god—poor bastards.

Betty had changed into a long flowing, white, semi translucent, silk night gown, while I remained naked. We stood at the front of the room while a sea of grey, ashen faced evangelical men slowly poured in. Each one greeted Betty by speaking to her in tongues and by running their meaty hands up the front of her silk gown to touch her blond pussy. They then would give me the evil eye before taking their seats.

“Praise Jesus!” boomed the voice of the Preacher from behind the pulpit. He was a greasy middle-aged man in an off color white button up dress shirt and a black tie, with a broad Texas accent, and the look of a used car salesman. “Praise Jesus! We are all here today because we are all sinners. Can I get an amen?”

“Amen!” the congregation shouted back.

“Praise Jesus!” replied the Preacher.

“Praise Jesus!” the congregation replied.

“We are all sinners,” the Preacher continued, “but we are all still members of God’s family. And as members of God’s family, we all have a sacred duty to continue that family. But this man, this man here has failed in his sacred duties!” The Preacher began pointing his finger wildly at me. “He has failed to share his sacred seed with us and these ladies.”

The congregation collectively gasped.

“I know, I know,” the Preacher continued, “the good book teaches us to forgive, to turn the other cheek, but sometimes, we need to take matters into our own hands.”

I was confused and turned to my wife who was nodding along in agreement, “Betty? What the hell is this about?” I demanded, but she didn’t answer. “Fine then, I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not son,” the Preacher said with a smile. “Tie him to the cross!”

Before I could make a run for it, several large, hairy naked men wearing trucker caps, rose from the congregation and wrestled me to the ground. I tried fighting but it was no use. They then dragged me to the large, homemade wooden cross at the side of the stage and tied me to it.

Betty stepped up next to me and she suddenly was beautiful, sweet, and 20 years old again. “Don’t fight it Theo, given in and give escort gaziantep resimleri us a baby.” She kissed me on the lips while she reached down with her free hand and began to stroke my cock.

I had to fight it because her hand and mouth felt too good. I pulled my mouth away from her and turned my head towards the congregation. By now the whole congregation of men had disrobed and were sitting there mouths agape, with their hands on their cocks while Betty started to get me hard. As hard as I fought it, I couldn’t help but get erect again. Betty continued to stroke my cock. With each beat I could feel my resolve falter a little more until all too soon I was about to burst.

Betty turned to the Preacher and gave him a nod. The greasy used car salesman stepped out from behind his pulpit. He was naked from the waist down and was supporting a major erection.

“It will be okay Theo. All you got to do is give us a baby,” Betty cooed in my ear before she let go of my cock and slowly made her way to the Preacher. There in front me, the congregation and presumably God as well, Betty slowly squatted down in front of the Preacher until her mouth was level with his big hairy cock. She made a point to maintain eye contact with me all the way down before she slowly opened her bright red mouth and licked her lips.

“Praise Jesus!” The Preacher shouted before he popped the big purple head of his cock into young Betty’s eager mouth where she began to suck it like a lollipop.

“Praise Jesus!” The congregation shouted back in support.

When we were married, especially towards the end, it was all I could do to get Betty to suck my cock, and now here she was sucking off her Preacher while the congregation looked on and jerked off. I admit that I had fantasized about her sucking off other men, but this was a bit much. Betty cocked her head towards me where I—and the congregation—got a good view of her sucking the Preacher’s dick. Several times she slowly worked his cock deep into her mouth before pulling it all the way back out. I tried not to watch, but I couldn’t help myself. I was rock hard.

“You have a good wife here. She really knows how to serve God,” the Preacher grinned at me while he slowly fucked Betty’s mouth. “Can I get an Amen?” he shouted at the congregation.

“Amen!” They shouted back.

They went back and forth for another minute, until I could see rings of sweat seeping through his dress shirt, and I could hear his breath become more ragged. Like a champ, Betty continued to work his cock faster and faster until, at last his legs locked into position and he grabbed her head with both hands. “Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus!” He shouted as he came in young Betty’s mouth.

“Hallelujah!” Someone shouted from the congregation while others clapped in approval of the Preacher cumming in Betty’s mouth.

Eventually the Preacher pulled his spent cock from Betty’s mouth and then helped her back to her feet. She gave a little curtsy to the Congregation and wiped her mouth dry with the back of her hand as they cheered her on in appreciation.

Without bothering to put his cock away, the Preacher signalled off stage to a group of church women dress in choir robes and their organist who instantly started up some church hymns. Betty turned to the sea of men in the congregation and was instantly mobbed by dozens of them. They were of all sizes and shapes—big, fat, short, and tall—a lot were very hairy, and their cocks weren’t that big. Betty quickly fell back to her knees and in short succession sucked off several dozen of the men—making a point each time not to spill any of their seeds—all escort gaziantep bayan sitesi the while the choir sang on.

Eventually she sucked off the last of them and the Preacher joined her back on stage. He threw his arms high into the air, the music stopped, and he addressed the congregation in his booming voice, “Now it’s time for why all of us are here. It is time for this man, to give these women a baby.” He waited several seconds for the shouts from the crowd to subside before he walked to the other side of the stage where the collection table on wheels was. He then began to slowly push it toward me and my erection. It was then that I saw there was a person underneath the white tablecloth.

Poking out from under the tablecloth was a pair of rather large woman’s calves. Then I saw it, there on the inside of the right ankle, a butterfly tattoo. My blood ran cold, and I began to scream, “Not you! Not You!”

Like a magician with his cock out, the Preacher snatched away the white tablecloth to reveal my ex-boss, Christina.

“NOOOOOOOO!!” I screamed.

Christina was, by far the meanest woman who has ever lived. She was a large redheaded woman in her late 40’s who never married, or as far as any of us at my last job every knew, ever even dated anyone. All of us just assumed that she should have been a lesbian, if it wasn’t for her damn conservative Christian beliefs that she tried pushing on us daily. She hated all men, especially me, and for years she made my life a living hell at work. On no less than 14 separate occasions she attempted to get me fired. And now here she was naked on the table, propped up with some pillows, glaring angrily at me. Her fat thighs were pulled wide, exposing a giant mass of curry red public hair that stretched from hip to hip. “Oh for fuck sake!” She shouted at me. “You can’t even do this fucking right. Does that small fucking cock of yours actually work?”

I was too shocked to do anything but stammer, “No, not you.”

“Come on son, just give the ladies what they want,” the Preacher chimed in with a big smile before he began to push the collections table with Christina on it towards my still hard member.

Betty stepped up next to Christina, bent down and casually popped Christina right nipple into her mouth. She sucked it for a second before she looked up at me, “come on Theo, please give us a baby,” she pleaded.

“Yeah, fucking Theodore,” Christina shouted, “just give us a fucking baby already!”

The preacher stopped pushing the table towards me for a second where he could readjust his angle to make sure my cock and Christina’s hateful pussy would line up properly.

“NOOOOOOOO!” I shouted, but no one cared. I looked out at the congregation for help, but they were now little more than a sea of grey faces, franticly masturbating.

The table with her mean pussy on it, was getting closer with each passing second. I struggled with my bindings, but they wouldn’t budge. I looked down at my cock and to my horror it was still rock hard. “Maybe if I think of something horrible it will go down. Shit, shit, shit!” I racked my brains, trying to think of anything to make my erection to go away, “Shit this isn’t going to work, because the one thing I hate more than anything is you!” I shouted at Christina.

The table moved closer and closer.

I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. Christina’s hairy red pussy was now so close its brimstone like smell stung my eyes. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. With a snarl of her lip, Christina reached down and pulled open her pussy lips to reveal a full set of gleaming white fanged teeth. “NO!” I screamed.

Chomp! Snapped Christina’s pussy fangs towards my cock. Christina cackled while Betty smiled and said, “Just give us what we want Theo. Give us a baby.”

“Never,” I sobbed.

CHOMP, CHOMP, CHOMP! Snapped Christina’s pussy as the head of my innocent, hard cock came within a hair of her pussy’s mouth.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” I shouted one last time before everything went black.

To Be Continued…

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Naughty Betty Sold My House

We were a typical couple, grown kids across the country, empty nesters that really didn’t have that much in common anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I loved my wife, but I soon found out after we married that we were not sexually compatible at all. We did have sex early on in our marriage but it just wasn’t what I wanted in life.

I am a lover of the female gender in every way. I love to touch, taste and feel my way through love making, to be adventurous and try everything at least twice. I am more than than wham-bam thank you ma’am. But she was from a highly conservative, Christian family of ministers she felt shame to even talk about it.

I have to say that she did come a long way in our early years but the sex, to say the least was very vanilla. Only kissing, no touching her sex, no experimenting, no foreplay for me. Just stick it in let her ride give her an orgasm. Then run to the bathroom and clean up as soon as possible and act like it never happened. It was almost like it was acid that she had to get out of her right away. I felt very insulted and low all the time because of it. As time went on she dropped the false pretenses of pleasuring me completely. She would get on, have her orgasm and then roll over and go to sleep leaving me hanging. I do have to say that I was able to get her off practically every time and that is saying a lot.

After that I stopped trying and we lived a sexless life after that. I did look elsewhere from time to time, and did have a couple of flings. They were nice but ended badly. She never caught on and told me once that if I ever had a dalliance she didn’t ever want to know about it. So She didn’t.

It all ended earlier this year, a drunk driver hit my wife driving to work. Killed her instantly. He was a big rig driver for a large company. I settled with them for a large sum to keep it quite. Although our relationship wasn’t perfect I did love her, she was the mother of my wonderful children and partner in life.

I told myself that I was not going to mope around about it though. I had my tears and got through the funeral and then after a short time I worked on pulling myself together. Since I didn’t have to work any longer, I started to exercise and do more things that I liked to do. Being outdoors in the woods at the lake was where I spent a lot of my time.

The one thing that was still making me sad was the house. It was still painful to be in the house so I finally made the decision to move. So I cleaned out all the mementos that reminded me of my late wife and began the process of prepping for the sale. I fixed all the little things that I should have done a long time ago and painted and landscaped the yard. Then I called Betty my Realtor.

Betty is a personal friend who we have known since she was a little girl. We were friends with her parents in college. Betty was always smiling, always happy and very much a people person. Through the years our paths would cross and she grew into a beautiful women had children, divorced, remarried, started a second family again and divorced a second time. (for those who will ask) She is about 5’7” slender, full C cups.

Anyway, I called her and explained what I needed and scheduled a time for her to come over and ask her to sell my house.

The day she as to come over I was a little nervous, I don’t know why really, I have known her for a long time, but I knew that she was a lovely women and I have had my share of fantasies about her, but that is all they were. Passing wishes and short thoughts.

There was a knock at the door and when I opened it, there she was. Dressed in a very professional pencil skirt and nice loose top. What I remember most is her smile and her eyes. If there were ever a smile that could melt your heart it was hers. I ushered her in and offered her some coffee or some ice water.

She followed me into the kitchen and I got us a couple of glasses of ice water and when I turned to hand it to her she was standing close. I almost ran into her with her full glass but was able to avoid spilling. “oh, I am sorry. I was looking around, this is a beautiful place.” She said. “I have worked hard to prepare it to sell, just too many memories ya know?” I replied as we went back into the living room to sit down.

We sat down and caught up a little bit and I told her my plan was to sell this place and move to my house on the lake I was building. She choked a little when told her about the lake house. My tastes and my late wives taste were two completely different things. She was stuck in the 80’s while I wanted modern. I explained that I wanted steel, glass and oak and she wanted paint, lace and pictures everywhere. Betty chuckled and agreed on my de***********ions. “Your new house sounds stunning. I hope I can come see it when you finish it.” she said. “I am sure you will because it will be ready in a day escort gaziantep minyon bayan or two. We are putting the finishing touches on it as we speak.”

We did a walk through of the old house and she was very complementary of all the little fixes and the way it was staged. “Who did your staging?” she asked. I told her, “I didn’t get anyone to stage it, I did it myself.” While touching my arm she complemented me again and said that I really had an eye for this and she teased that she might need me to consult and help others owners she is selling houses for. I said that I wouldn’t mind helping her with anything she needed. I noticed that she blushed a little with that and kept her hand on my arm as we completed the tour.

“Bill, I think it will be easy to sell this place. As a matter of fact I have a couple this place would be perfect for. They have two kids and I can see them here. Since it is ready to move into they might want to see it as soon as tomorrow.” “That’s great Betty, I have about 98% of my things out and can move the rest tonight and tomorrow morning” I told her. I walked her to the door and she reached and gave me a kiss on the cheek and hugged me a little long actually, but I wasn’t complaining in the least and hugged her back.

3 days later I was in my home on the lake and there was a knock at the door. It was Betty, she was giddy with excitement. She bounded in the door and gave me a huge hug and another kiss on the cheek. “I was so excited to come tell you the news, I sold your house! The couple thought it was perfect and they complemented you on what you had done with it. I brought my computer so we could review the contract and get the ball rolling for them.”

Now it was my time to hug her, I reached around her and lifted her off her feet and went to kiss her on the cheek and she turned her head the last moment. I kissed her and both our eyes were wide when we realized what had happened. I slowly let her down before we stopped the kiss. “I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I stumbled. “That is completely okay Bill, best kiss of the day!” she teased as she playful slapped my chest. I then became aware that my arms were still around her. She didn’t push away as expected, laid her hand on my chest for a second.

I came to my senses and let her go and we both went shy. “well, that was awkward.” I said trying to lighten the mood. She didn’t flinch or react, She started to go toward my table and lay her laptop down. As she finally looked up she saw the view, “Oh my God! This place is spectacular!”

“Yeah, you know Janet would have never gone for it, but now that I am on my own, this is home to me.” I said proudly dropping the awkwardness. “I love this place, it brings me back to my roots. I loved being in the woods as a kid, now I am here again. It makes me feel young again.”

Betty smiled at me and then turned to look at the view again. The house was a Cedar Homes creation that I worked with the architect to design. It was similar to “Falling Waters” designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. The whole front was glass and cedar post design for the great room. With a fireplace in the middle. The porch wrapped around the entire place and fit into the landscape perfectly. Out front about 100 yards or so the lake stretched out wide. My boathouse and dock was at the waters edge and nothing but forest lined the lake as far as you could see.

I walked up to the front glass and collapse the wall, sliding it back on tracks to open up half of the front to the outdoors. Betty was in awe, she walked out on the porch and took it all in. “This is just so beautiful and so right for you. I want the full tour after we get your paperwork done.”

We went back into the house and sat down at the table. I grabbed us some water and she turned on her laptop. Then she asked, “Oh I forgot to ask, do you have WiFi up here.” “Sure do! When I had the utilities put in I had a fiber line put in.” I proudly said. “She then asked, “I need to get access so we can do your paperwork.” I froze for a second, I had not setup the guest network yet so my connection was very personal. “Here let me get you on.” I said. “she replied, I can get it if you tell me what your SSID and password is.” Blushing again I figured, well she asked for it. “the SSID is PopsPlace and the password is 7inches.”

I had turned as red as a beet but I wasn’t going to back down. After she heard it she started to become flushed. Her redness crept up from the low cut top she had on and stopped at the top of her head. “Then she asked, ‘is that seven or the number 7?” “I looked straight in her eyes and said, “Well since it is a measurement it is the number 7.” I held my stone faced expression as long as I could while she typed and said, “okay I am on it.” She looked back at me and we both busted out laughing. I finally said, “well escort bayan nizip I didn’t think I would be telling anyone that login and password and I didn’t think anyone would guess that.”

She took a deep breath still laughing to herself, “you are right, I would have never guest that password in a million years.” After that we settled down and completed the contracts and sent them to the other couple, which they did promptly and sent back. She finished up what she had to do and was about to close up her laptop when she said, “I think I should save that login and password for any future paperwork.” “Fine with me, we have no secrets now.” I said as I chuckled. She smiled and closed her computer.

The sun was starting to sink a little low in the sky over the lake. I had my home positioned so it would be a great view of the sunset every night. I asked, “are you ready for the tour, or do you have to run?” She told me that she didn’t have to run off. Her husband had the kids this weekend and she didn’t have anyplace to go. So I extended my arm and she took it and we started the tour.

There wasn’t too much that she didn’t really see from the start. With an open floor-plan. We started in the basement. I have guest rooms down there, movie room and bar with pool table. Then upstairs to the main floor and connecting garage, then upstairs loft which is the master suite. It overlooks the grand room downstairs from my king bed. I can see down but no one cal really see up until they get to the second floor. It is all one space with bathroom, shower tub all open air with windows all around.

“The woods are my privacy curtains” I said as she walked through the open space. She sat down on the edge of the bed and looked out over the great room as the sun sank lower in the sky. She laid back on the bed for a moment forgetting where she was and closed her eyes. “This is absolutely perfect!” she said. Then she opened her eyes and saw me standing there taking in the view of her on my bed. I was also lost in the moment thinking about how perfect she was.

She stood up and I asked her if she would stay for dinner, I could cook us up some steaks and baked potatoes and open a bottle of wine. She started to throw up some lame excuses but then I reminded her that she told me that she didn’t have anyplace to go tonight and she should stay and enjoy dinner. “I would love to have the company.” I said. She finally said yes and we went downstairs and I opened a bottle of wine for her and I poured me a Makers 46 on the rocks. She sat at my counter while I prepared the steaks, potatoes and green beans.

After we ate we went out on the front porch and I poured her a 3rd glass of wine along with topping off my drink and sat in a rustic swing that I had built. There was never a lull in the conversation, it was great. As the sunset over the water with a bright red glowing haze in the cool air she snuggled up against me and I put my arm around her. We had stopped talking as we just sat and watched the sunset.

She then said, “You know, that password thing really caught me off guard. You were so funny with your answer.”“you know I never intended to share that password with anyone, but you wouldn’t let me type it in…” but she cut me off and said, “All I could think of was the password for my ex husbands would have been 4 inches.”she giggled and took another sip of wine. “I am really sorry for that for you too!” and we both snickered.

“You really are a special kind of man. You know I had a crush on you when I was a little girl? It just got worse when I became a teenager. All the talk about sex and everything with my girlfriends in school. They were daydreaming over the boys in class but you were the one that kept popping into my mind.” She stopped and sighed as she snuggled into my arms and I held her a little tighter. I paused and thought about all the times as she was growing up how she always smiled at me, always seemed to want to walk beside me, talked to me, and never let me leave without giving me a hug goodbye.

“You know you have always been a little shining star to me? You do not want to know what I was thinking about when you were growing up.” I said. She turned and looked me in the eyes and said “Actually I do.” She leaned in slowly and closed her eyes and gently touched her lips to mine. My heart was racing and I could feel her trembling as her kiss went from gently touch to more passionate and full. We parted and looked into each others eyes speaking volumes in a matter of seconds.

I continued to hold her in my arm and said, “let’s go inside, I can start a fire.” so we went in and I turned on the gas logs and we sat on my couch and watched the fire for a little while. After a few minutes I turned her face to me and said, “You know as terrible as it sounds I thought of you a lot growing up. I watched you grow from escort bayan nurdağı a beautiful little girl to a sweet and beautiful teenager. I fantasized about making that little teen girl a women. Those dreams have always stayed in my mind.”

I leaned in and kissed her soft sweet lips. She pressed back first with gentle pressure and then with passion slipping our tongues together. Her hands started working the buttons on my shirt and I her blouse. She was the first to peel my shirt from my body and shortly afterward I pulled hers past her shoulders. Her pale blue bra held her magnificent breasts in place perfectly. As I looked at her taking her all in, she asked “Do you still want me? If so, you can have me.”

I stood up and took her in my arms and climbed the winding staircase up to my bedroom loft. As I walked she laid her head against my shoulder and kissed my left shoulder with sweet little kisses. In my mind she was that little teen girl that I craved for such a long time. Then she said, “Will you make me a women?” in her sweet little girl voice. It was more than I could stand. She as playing with me, fulfilling my fantasy as well as hers.

She continued, “will it hurt?” I laid her down on the bed and sat down beside her. Looking deep into her eyes and told her, “no baby, I would never hurt you. I want you to enjoy everything I can give, I want to satisfy you.” Then in her adult voice she whispered, “I know you will, and I want to satisfy you too.” she smiled a wicked little smile and slipped off her bra.

Then she said something I didn’t expect, “You know I don’t mind it hurting a little.” that caused me to groan with a rising lust as my dick hardened even more than it had up to this point. I stood up and slipped my clothes as she took off the rest of her clothes on the bed and laid them down on the floor. As she laid back naked across my bed, I slowly laid down beside her letting my hand touch float slowly and softly up from her hip and up to her tender breast.

I moved into her neck and breathed in. I could smell her hint of perfume, but there was more, It was HER that I smelled – the little girl, the teenager, the Realtor, the women in my arms. I smelled her individual aroma. I kissed my way from her neck to her lips as my hands were now moving all around her never stopping, feeling her tender skin beneath my touch. Her hands were around me too, pulling me to her tighter, my body pressing against her leg with my cock and my leg between hers.

I could feel her wetness on my leg as she started to grind into me. We came up for air as my hands now reaching and caressing her breasts kissing her collar bone. She arched her head back and started panting and asking me to fill her up, telling me to give her what she needs. “I want you to devour me!” I then started down her body kissing her breasts and sucking on them. The harder I sucked the more into it she became. I Gently nipped at her nipples rubbing them with my teeth. She grabbed my head shouting “OH YES, THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I NEED! MORE! MORE!”

I sucked her nipples one at a time deeper in my mouth and let my teeth scrap her areolas then her nipples over and over. As I did that she was bucking against my leg and squeezing it trying to pull it through her body. The first moment that she let go of my leg I moved quickly to put myself between her legs. She felt the weight of my body between her legs and started to buck and grind against my cock. She slid it up and down my shaft as I still elegantly tortured her nipples.

I was teasing her with my dick, she kept trying to force my 7 inches into her, and I would let it slip past and up and back again coating me with her glossy juices. “PLEASE PLEASE LET ME HAVE IT! I WANT IT, I NEED IT!! PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME NOW!” I rose up from my work on her breasts and looked her in the eyes as she looked deep in mine and grit her teeth and mouthed PLEASE. I let my dick slide deep and hard into her cunny.

I released all the years of lust I had for her, her eyes lost focus and she went breathless. I continued to move in and out of her moving deep and deliberate while she orgasmed. She struggled to pull me in each time wanting it deeper and deeper. She seemed to go on forever until she finally took another breath and we both moaned as I emptied myself deep into her.

I rolled off of her and she rolled into my body and draped her leg and arm over me. We both gasped for air and slowly it returned to our lungs. Our eyes were closed and peaceful bliss washed over us. She finally opened her eyes and looked over at me and I looked at her. She quietly said, “Oh my God, if you had done that for me when I was a teen I would have died a blissful and perfect death.” she then dropped her head again against my chest. I said, “I doubt that you would have died but I know that I would have spent the rest of my life in your arms forever.”

Then we sat up in the bed together looking out the window in the dark looking at the lake as the full moon rose gently and reflected off the water casting light over us. We looked at the clock on the nightstand and we had been at it for over an hour. We kissed gently and then she said, “When do you think you will be ready for round two?”

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