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It began with a scientific breakthrough in March 2022. Scientists discovered the exact genes in the body and locations in the brain that when expressed or activated made people into greedy assholes and selfish, bigoted cunts.

From there the next step was logical, and was secretly taken the following spring. One virologist developed a virus, airborne, 100% infectious, with a two-month delay before symptoms appeared in which it could spread, which eliminated ONLY the genes in the body and attacked ONLY the locations in the brain which turned people into greedy assholes and selfish, bigoted cunts. The virologist, who taught at a university featuring many international students, then released the virus into the air of the campus one week before spring break.

Nature took care of the rest. Every student, professor, and worker on the campus was infected with it. When spring break hit, the international students all went back to their home countries. The American students scattered throughout the US, most of them heading for the spring break hot spots and some of them heading for home to see their families.

Within three months, everyone on the planet except for a few Inuit and a couple of tribes in Darkest Africa had been infected. But no one knew what was happening. Sure, it was really weird that all the billionaires (except for a few who were known for their charitable impulses) and the 20 million non-billionaires who were the most selfish ordinary people on the planet had all suddenly passed away (autopsies showed massive brain death, making the body unable to function.) As to WHY that had happened, not a damn clue. And the virologist who started the whole thing, his job done, converted all his assets to cash, donated it all to Medecins Sans Frontieres, and quietly died of “natural causes” in his sleep.

People did notice the effects, though, even with the cause unknown. The world became a lot nicer of a place. Humans were working together to help each other, not acting like selfish jerks anymore. Laws were passed and policies and decisions made by governments and businesses to help people. With the absence of bigotry and greed – permanent, as the virus had actually destroyed the genes responsible, making it so they couldn’t be passed on by sexual reproduction – hatred vanished from the planet. Humans began collectively thinking long-term.

[30 years later]

I was part of a collective. We were working to build a new group of houses in what had formerly been known as the state of Utah. (With all humans now working together for the common good, the concept of individual countries and individual escort sultanbeyli states within a country had been discarded 20 years back. I was 5 at the time: it was one of my first memories.)

After a long morning of work, I sat down on a bench to eat lunch. Working next to the Bear River was nice, but the high altitudes were telling on all of us. The Uinta Mountains towered over our heads. Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. The countryside seemed to have been carved by primeval forces. There was a stark grandeur to it.

One of my co-workers joined me on the bench. Her name was Rose. She was six months older than me, having just celebrated her 26th birthday a week before. She had red hair, pretty blue eyes, an oval face with a charming smile, and a toned body with muscular legs. Her chest was firm and decently large, as near as I could tell.

“Hi, Ken.”

“Hi, Rose.”

“You’re a good-looking fella, you know.”

“Me?”

I was five-foot-eight, which made me two inches shorter than Rose. I was slightly stocky, but had no excess fat. My legs weren’t as muscled as hers: my strength was in my arms and upper body. My brown har and brown eyes made me an ordinary person. Nothing particularly stood out.

“Yes, you.”

“I’m glad you think so. You’re gorgeous and could have your pick of anyone. I’m just nondescript.”

“Let’s say I picked you, would you say yes to a date?”

“In a New York minute.”

“How does Saturday sound?”

“Terrific.”

What was even more terrific is that since there were a few thousand of us, we finished the houses we were working on by Friday evening. Now the next team would move in and install the electricity and piping and suchlike in the houses. They were for the Guardians, a group of 30-to-35-year-olds whose job it was to make sure the newly minted adults had their fun in a controlled environment. Want to get drunk? One of the Guardians would host and make sure you were all right. Same with trying marijuana. Nervous about getting involved in a relationship with a fellow newly minted adult? That makes sense, you’re both 18. A Guardian or two would help guide the two of you.

Anyway, Rose and I headed back to our own houses. We lived in what in the 1960’s would have been called a “commune”, but now was just the usual way for people to live. Her room was two buildings over from mine.

I met her the next day in the field. We chatted pleasantly and walked through the crop. It was already up past our waists: in a couple of months it would be ready to harvest. I escort şerifali felt very comfortable with her.

“Shall we watch the movie?”

“Sure.”

Today’s movie was one from the early 1990’s. It was about a homeless man being tricked into being the prey for a group of rich hunters. There was no such thing as homelessness, rich people, or hunting anymore.

“How did people live like that? That sort of society…”

I looked at her. “I don’t know.”

Rose gave me a smile. “Since sex is strictly for pleasure now…”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I’m attracted to you, like I said a few days ago. You’re attracted to me.”

“Why not? We have known each other for years.”

True. We’d been in the same group of newly minted adults and had then resided in the same area. We’d worked together for five years now, although not for money. There was no such thing as money anymore.

We went back to her room. We slid off our robes (everyone wore robes now: they were comfortable and easy to work in.) The chemistry between us was wonderful, and we climbed onto her bed and kissed. She was a good kisser: her tongue happily explored my mouth, and mine did the same to her mouth.

That bit about sex being strictly for pleasure? True, too. Every woman had her eggs harvested as soon as she hit puberty: if she desired a child, she indicated with who, and his sperm was collected and mated with her egg. The child was given to the couple once it had been incubated: that prevented all sorts of complications involving having to go through an actual pregnancy.

I kissed my way happily down towards her breasts. They were even larger than I had thought.

“Back in the days of bras, these would have been called a D cup.”

“They’re stunning, dear.”

I slowly ran my tongue through her cleavage. Her arms gently went around me.

“Mmmmmmm.”

I kissed my way slowly up from the base of Rose’s chest to her nipple, then took it in my mouth. I then repeated the process with her other breast. She made pleased sounds. I suckled gently on her nipple, and she shivered.

“I see you like this as much as I do, Ken.”

My six-and-a-half-inch cock was indeed standing at full mast. Rose rolled me onto my back and shifted her position.

“Let us pleasure each other.”

She swung her body around and lowered her pussy onto my face. Simultaneously, she leaned forward and her tongue licked my cockhead.

“I like how you think, Rose.”

She responded by wrapping her lips around escort söğütlüçeşme the tip of my pole. I licked along her slit, tasting her juices. They were divine. She pressed herself more firmly downward, and I slid my tongue between her folds.

Her tongue traced over my cockhead in a delicate pattern. My pole twitched as she teased the tip. Then she slid her mouth downwards, taking more of me in. I responded by licking her with greater intensity.

Her fingertips rubbed softly against my ball sac. I could feel my balls slowly filling as she stimulated me. I placed my hands on her perfect ass and gently groped her in response.

She moaned and slid her mouth all the way down, letting her tongue slide up and down along my shaft. I maneuvered a finger to her clit and began brushing it, using as delicate a touch as I could muster. She pressed her body downwards more firmly and tightened her legs instinctively.

Her fingers responded by stimulating me more intensely. I drove my tongue deeper inside her and lapped with great energy. Her thighs locked around my head as she approached climax.

I continued to lightly inch my fingertip against her clit. That set her off. She shuddered as she flooded my face with her nectar. I gulped down as much of it as I could. Her body thrashed and her legs locked in place.

When she regained control of herself, she climbed off me. “That was awesome, Ken. Want to make love to me now and finish inside me?”

“I would like that very much.”

“Go for it.” She lay on her back and spread her legs. I positioned myself between them, then eased my cock into her.

“Being inside you feels wonderful.”

“I know,” she grinned. “And you seem to like it too.”

I moved slowly at first, letting us both get adjusted, then established a smooth, steady rhythm. Rose’s body moved with mine. I leaned forward and kissed her.

She wrapped her arms lovingly around me and held the kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and continued making gentle love. Her legs wrapped around my hips.

“Keep going, Ken. That feels great.”

I continued steadily pumping my cock into her box. She began squeezing me with her internal muscles on every thrust, trying actively to drain my balls. I kissed her with more intensity, and her tongue responded by snaking around sexily inside my mouth.

I held her against me more tightly as I approached climax. She could sense my legs tense and she worked her pussy around my throbbing pole.

She hit climax first, locking her legs in place. Her body thrashed and her box spasmed. Her lustful cry way muffled by our intense kiss. That set me off and I gave her what she wanted, shooting jets of my cum into her.

We untangled and lay next to each other, recovering slowly. When we could speak again, Rose smiled at me. “That was exactly what I wanted. I think you should spend more nights with me here and we can do it again.”

I kissed her. “You have a deal.”

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I hope you will excuse my English, as it is not my native language. This is my first submission. I hope you’ll at least find it a bit intriguing. The story is, believe it or not, all true…

I was an ugly kid when I was young. Six feet tall at the age of 14, I just grew another inch the next five years. I had not started filling out my frame. A 14 year old guy does not have enough muscles to fill such a height, so I was totally out of proportions. In addition to that I had facial features fitting for a grown man, and that made me just look peculiar. Add a couple of cheap glasses, and you have your typical geek. My colours were not bad, though: curly blond hair, big, blue eyes and a complexion that allowed me to get nicely tan in the summer.

All this made me unsure when it came to girls, and I didn’t have a girlfriend until I was 22. I met her at a party at university, told her I couldn’t kiss, and she offered to show me how. I guess I was a natural, because the very next day I had had sex for the first time of my life. She became my girlfriend, and not very much later we moved in together. I was in heaven. All through my youth I was sure I would die a single man, but now I had someone who liked me. Beth was not a stunner, but as I was ugly as hell in my own eyes, I felt lucky I got her. In the beginning the sex was great, I thought. We did it at least a couple of times a week, something I regarded as much at the time. There was one problem though. I love nice tits and asses, and though she had a nice bosom, there was not much of an ass on her. In fact she was totally flat. Even I had a bigger ass the she did.

At 24 I had developed a body to fit my height. I had worked out much – as an alternative to fooling around with girls and partying. I had lost my glasses and cut my huge curly hair short. I didn’t quite understand why, but the prettier girls started talking to me. Beth was not very fond of parties or going out. She preferred the coach, TV, crackers and coke. I didn’t like any of it much, but endured dull nights at home just to get the two sessions of sex a week.

It all changed when we moved to another apartment. Our next door neighbour was a girlfriend of Beth’s, a single mom with a one year old boy. She was thrilled by our arrival. Beth and Jane would sit for hours talking, while I sat on the Internet surfing. Jane was not very much like Beth at all when it came to looks. She was 5″1, slim and blonde. My Beth was 5″5, not very slim anymore and a brunette. Still the main difference was Jane’s big ass. It was something totally new for me, and I often admired it when I for some reason walked behind her. When she would bend down to pick up escort sultanbeyli her son, I could help but thinking how it would be to put my hand on it. That winter the four of us went to France together. One of the nights she stated that she hadn’t had a real party since well before she got pregnant, and Beth asked me to take her out drinking. She could baby sit. And so we did. It was a nice evening, and we were really drunk when we headed home to the hotel. We had talked a lot about love, and she admitted that she felt really ugly after the birth.

“Why would a beautiful woman like yourself feel ugly,” I asked, trying to keep focused of walking straight.

“My tits are bigger than before, and my ass is huge and there haven’t been one guy looking twice at me,” she sighed.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your tits seem nice behind your big sweater, and your ass is to die for. The reason you haven’t seen any man look at you twice, is that they stare at your ass after you’ve passed them,” I said laughingly.

Although she seemed flattered, she would accept my explanation, and when we reached the hotel we innocently bid each other a good night and went to sleep.

Some months later Beth asked me to do her a favour. Jane was feeling itchy sitting in her apartment all alone, and wanted a night out. Beth asked me to once again take Jane out. I had a great time in France, and agreed. So we went out in our home town, and once again had way too much to drink. This time we quickly started to talk about love and sex, and pretty soon Jane asked me if I remembered our talk in France. I admitted as much, and she asked me if I really meant it, or if it was the wine talking.

“You have the sexiest ass I have ever seen, and I would love to touch it and caress it. I dream of seeing it naked,” I confessed.

“Hah! Now it’s the beer talking,” she laughed. But I kept telling her how sexy she was. In the start I meant to boast her self confidence, but the alcohol and the talk made me hard. I started to garb glimpses of her chest, and noticed her nipples were visible through her blouse. Beer makes people need to pee, and when I rose, I just couldn’t help myself:

“See! All this talk has made me hard,” I said with a laugh and ran for the toilet.

When I came back she had a strange look on her face, but the conversation didn’t touch the subject again.

But even if that night ended just as innocent as the one in France, I had started to look at her in another way. I noticed her clothes were getting sexier. She came over to us more often, and was it escort şerifali just my imagination, or did she bend over to cuddle her kid with her ass towards me more often than before?

One evening, as Beth was working a night shift in the hospital, Jane came over to lend some flour. Her boy was asleep, and she was baking bread. I had just been sitting reading erotic stories in the net, and was horny as hell. But I dared not do anything inappropriate. She was, after all, Beth’s closest friend. I gave her the flour, but as I walked her to the door, she didn’t seem to want to go. So we talked for half an hour and the talk again turned to sex. She stated that I had to be wrong about men liking her ass, because she still hadn’t seen anyone check her out.

“You are a crazy woman! You have a wonderful ass! If you would only let me, I would touch it here and now!”

“You are just lying. You really don’t mean that. That’s just something you say to make me feel better,” she said and turned to grab the doorknob.

All the talking for all these months had made me bolder, and as she turned I put my hand on her ass and just squeezed a little.

“I really mean it Jane,” I said hoarsely and looked her straight in her shocked eyes.

“You shouldn’t be doing that,” she whispered back, but didn’t move to make me draw my hand back.

That made me bolder, and I started to slowly stroke her jeans clad ass.

“It is soft, and warm and sexy. I still would love to see it naked.”

She didn’t say anything, but kept looking at me with eyes deep as the deepest well. She seemed to consider what to do. I am not kidding, but we stayed like that for ten minutes: our eyes locked and me stroking her ass. Then my boldness grew, and with my other hand I slowly reached for her breast. She didn’t move, and let me squeeze it softly. A moan slipped out of both of us as we made contact. Then we stood there for another five minutes, eyes locked and me stroking and squeezing.

In the end I couldn’t handle it anymore. I gently took her by the arm and led her towards our kitchen. She walked in front of me, but before she got to turn around towards me, I gently pushed her forward towards one of the chairs, and started stroking her ass with both hands. She just stood there, breathing slowly and arching her back a little. Then I let my hands slide under her blouse, up over her back and forward towards her breasts. She let me. I cupped them, and as I did, my erect cock pressed against her ass.

That was her cue. She pressed back, turned her head towards me and our lips locked. Like crazy we grinded escort söğütlüçeşme towards each other while our tongues fought over control in the other’s mouth.

“I need to see your ass,” I panted. She just moaned, and I let her tits go to unzip her jeans. They were tight fitting, but in one fast pull they were down by her feet. As I marvelled over the sight of her smooth white ass, she stepped out of the jeans and pushed her ass further against me. My hands were all over that wonderful ass. I just couldn’t stop caressing it. But soon one of my hands found her ass crack, and it followed it down to her pussy. All the time she was mumbling “We shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t do this”. But her body told me something else. When my fingers found her slit, she sighed and arched her back even more. Then it snapped in my head. I don’t remember opening my pants, but suddenly I had my cock buried in her pussy, feeling it clinging to my cock like she never would let me go. That soft and big ass pressed against my stomach made me a crazed man. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t be gentle. I just took her hard and fast, grunting my lust. And she moaned and kept up her mantra “We shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t do this”.

I could feel it build in my balls, but I guess she could as well. She pulled me out and turned to me.

“I want to be on top. The bed. Now!”

Then our lips locked again, and kissing and tearing at each others clothes we stumbled into the bedroom. When she pushed me back on the bed, she still had her bra on, but it took her no time to get rid of that as well. Then she jumped into the bed and straddled me.

“We shouldn’t do this, you know that,” she sneered at me as she grabbed my cock and guided it into her.

Then she started fucking me like a maniac. I kept my hands on her hips and ass, staring at her tits bouncing up and down from her frantic fucking.

“You shouldn’t have done this. I haven’t had sex for so long, and now you unleashed me,” she hoarsely panted as she dug her nails in my chest.

“I could get used to having this big cock of yours inside me,” she continued, and slammed down on me.

We kept on for ever it seemed. I watched drops of sweat running down between her breasts as she arched her back, threw her head back and screamed “I am cuuuumming!” Then she shook violently. I grabbed her hips and started bucking hard up against her. My cum was rising, and with one loud roar I let it spew into her.

Ten minutes later she still was on top of me, but now lying still just panting from her orgasm. “We shouldn’t have done this” she kept saying, playing with the hairs on my chest. I had a big lump in my stomach. Just now I remembered Beth. I felt awful. But I knew I wanted to feel a REAL ass against me again. After a while Jane stirred, got up and got her clothes.

“I should get going,” she said – not looking at me at all. I just nodded, and saw her leaving the room.

Later, when I went into the kitchen, the flour was still there on the table.

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I know this is technically a group sex category, but I’m just keeping the series together in the same one. That aside, I hope you enjoy! Please comment!

*

Around 11:00 that night, we were watching TV, waiting to see if the pizza girl would show up. She’d been off for an hour, so we were starting to doubt she was coming, when there was a knock on the door. I looked at Jamie and she returned my smile.

“I guess she is coming,” she said and giggled.

“I guess so,” I said and got up out of the bed to answer the door. When I opened the door, there stood a beautiful blonde girl. Her pizza delivery uniform had hidden most of her figure earlier, but now, in her “street clothes”, I was able to see what she was hiding. She’d ditched the red visor to show off her styled blonde hair. She looked like Rocket from Sucker Punch (if you’ve seen the movie then you know it’s a hard style to describe).

The oversized polo shirt was now replaced with a form-fitting pink T-shirt that definitely showed off her great, full tits. When she’d brought the pizza, she’d been wearing tight black jeans, but the bagginess of the polo shirt hid the view of her tight, round, bubble-butt that her low-riding blue jeans hugged.

“Are you going to invite her in or stare at her?” Jamie asked with a laugh.

“I’m sorry,” I said and stepped aside, holding the door open for this young, blonde beauty we were about to fuck.

“It’s okay. I get that a lot,” she said with a wink.

Jamie laughed again. “I like her already.”

I let the door shut behind us as we walked to the bed.

“I have to be honest with you guys,” she said. “This is the first time I’ve done something like this. I’ve never hooked up with a customer before; and I never dreamed it would be a couple either.”

I smiled at her reassuringly. “And I have to be honest with you. The exchange we had at the door when you brought the pizza was the first time I’ve ever done anything like that. But,” I said looking at Jamie, “something about this beautiful woman has brought a whole new me out.”

Jamie blushed. “Stop it, Jason. You’re embarrassing me.”

“Well, it’s true,” I winked at her.

“Have a seat,” Jamie said to the girl who was smiling at our exchange. She sat down on the edge of the bed, still looking nervous.

“What’s your name?” I asked, sitting with Jamie again.

“Tracy.”

“Well, Tracy, it’s nice to officially meet you. And we’re glad you decided to come. You are absolutely beautiful.”

Tracy blushed. “Thanks. You’re really pretty too,” she said with a nervous grin.

“Do you have any questions? We want you to be totally comfortable before we do anything. We want us all to enjoy this, but if you’re not comfortable with this, we would also understand.”

I nodded. “Exactly. If you’re not up for this, then you have nothing to worry about.”

She seemed to study us both for a minute. “Well, you guys now my name, what are yours?”

I chuckled. “My name is Jason and this is Jamie. I guess introductions should have been the first thing to happen, huh?”

Tracy giggled. She looked more comfortable already. “Have either of you done this before?”

Jamie answered this time. “Neither of us has been in a threesome before, no, but we both learned tonight it was a fantasy we both shared. I have been with other girls before, and, really, only one other guy, and only once with him.”

I looked at Jamie, surprised. This gorgeous girl I’ve been in love with for so long has only been with one other guy? I almost didn’t believe it.

“Really?” Tracy voiced my disbelief.

“Yes, and we were both really drunk. I really regretted it the next morning. Especially since he was gone when I woke up.”

“I thought you’d been with other guys,” I said to her.

“I’ve dated other guys, but only slept with one. I really wish I hadn’t.”

I hugged her close to me. “I’m not perfect either,” I admitted. “I got divorced a little over a year ago. She was the only woman I’ve ever been with until Jamie and I finally ended up together.”

“How long have you two been together?” Tracy asked, seeming to be really interested in our relationship.

We both laughed a little. “Since Monday,” Jamie said.

Tracy’s jaw dropped. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. We’ve been friends for years, though. And I’ve had this not-so-secret off and on crush on Jamie since I was about sixteen,” I explained.

“Then that explains why you two seem so close. You really seem like you’ve been together for a while.”

Jamie and I looked at each other and smiled. I kissed her and then we looked back at Tracy who was smiling at us both.

“You guys are cute,” she said.

“You think so?” Jamie asked. Her smile grew and then she started to crawl across the bed to Tracy. While we waited for Tracy to show up, we’d gotten dressed, although not in a whole lot. I was in shorts and a T-shirt while Jamie wore a tight, white T-shirt with no bra and a tiny black thong. I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect ass as she crawled on all fours away from me. I sat back and watched as Jamie approached Tracy. escort soğanlık A shy smile spread across Tracy’s face as Jamie grew closer. Jamie reached up and gently dragged her fingernails across Tracy’s cheek while slowly moving her face closer. Their lips were centimeters apart as Jamie’s fingers reached the back of Tracy’s head. Jamie lightly brushed her lips across Tracy’s before finally pressing them in for a kiss.

I was practically already hard as they shared their first kiss. I’d watched lesbian scenes plenty of times in porn, but I’d never witnessed two girls soberly kissing each other in real life before. If Jamie and I hadn’t fucked twice earlier that day, I would have blown my load from their first kiss alone.

Tracy reached up and grabbed Jamie by the back of the head as she pressed her lips harder into Jamie’s. Their mouths separated, allowing their tongues to meet. I enjoyed the show as their kisses grew more passionate and lustful. They laid down across the bed, pulling each other into an embrace as they continued to make out. Wanting in on the action, I laid down behind Jamie and kissed her shoulders and the back of her neck. Her hand found its way to my crotch and squeezed my rock hard cock as she continued kissing Tracy.

I helped her out by unbuttoning my shorts and pulling the zipper down. Her hand moved inside of my shorts and grabbed the naked flesh of my dick. She slowly began to jerk me off as she kissed Tracy. As kissed and licked her neck and then nibbled on her ear in intervals, Tracy reached up Jamie’s shirt, fondling her breasts. Suddenly they broke their kiss and sat up, Jamie’s hand also left my dick. They each pulled off their shirts and then Jamie dove into Tracy’s tits before Tracy could respond to the sight of a topless Jamie. I didn’t blame her, I was usually mesmerized by Jamie’s tits too.

Tracy closed her eyes in pleasure as Jamie sucked on one tit and then the other. I decided I wanted to get some interaction with Tracy, and now that her lips were free, I took advantage and moved in. She smiled at me as I came in for a kiss. She received my kiss happily, sliding her tongue into my mouth almost immediately, so I did the same. Our tongues wrestled and danced with each other until I broke away and kissed down her neck and sucked on the open breast Jamie was neglecting at the moment. Tracy gasped and then let out a long, happy sigh. I slid my hand down Jamie’s back to her wonderful ass with one hand while I reached behind Tracy and squeezed her jean covered ass with my other.

I felt long fingernails scratching my back and the back of my head a moment later. A look out of the corner of my eye showed me that Tracy was giving Jamie the same treatment as well.

Jamie abandoned Tracy’s tits and moved down her body until she ran into Tracy’s jeans.

“Let’s get these off,” Jamie said with a horny grin. Tracy returned it and I backed off of sucking on her nipple. Tracy then stood up and peeled off her skin tight jeans and tossed them aside. She hadn’t been wearing any panties, so her entire body was now fully revealed to us. Both Jamie and I stared in awe at the beautiful eighteen year old body standing in front of us. Her full and perky round tits; her tight and slightly muscular stomach; her long, slender, yet shapely, legs; and her tight, shaved pussy; she was probably the most gorgeous girl I’d seen naked aside from Jamie. I couldn’t wait to find out how that little pussy felt on my throbbing cock.

I tugged at Jamie’s thong and pulled it over her hips and down her perfect, creamy-white legs. She rolled onto her back and allowed me to pull the tiny amount of fabric off of her completely. She then spread her legs and I wasted no time in diving into her snatch and begin eating her out. I looked up her body and saw Tracy climb onto the bed and plant her beautiful pussy over Jamie’s face. Jamie moaned from the pleasure I was giving her as she hooked her arms around Tracy’s legs and pulled the girl’s pussy tighter into her face. Her tongue darted in and out quickly and then began to lick up and down her slit. I was already performing a similar action as I ate out my amazing girlfriend.

Tracy let out cute whimpers as Jamie eat her box out and Jamie slowly bucked her hips into my face as I stuck my tongue deeper into her pussy. I felt Tracy breathing into my ear and then stick her tongue in it and begin licking it. It drove me insane as I pleasured the love of my life. I pulled away from Jamie for a second and kissed Tracy. Before I could return to Jamie’s pussy, though, Tracy dove in, working on her clit. I repositioned myself to get better access to the lower half of Jamie’s pussy as Tracy took care of the upper. Jamie began to scream in ecstasy, unable to work on Tracy any longer. I decided to take advantage of this and let Tracy go to town on Jamie.

I crawled off of the bed and stood behind Tracy. I had a choice to make. Do I feed my cock to Jamie’s mouth or stick it in Tracy’s pussy?

“Fuck her pussy, Jason,” Jamie said and then gasped at whatever Tracy did to her pussy.

I smiled down escort esenyalı at Jamie and when I went to grab the base of my cock to direct it into Tracy’s perfect pussy, Jamie grabbed it and tugged me towards the teenaged girl eating her out. I closed the distance to the beautiful ass facing me and Jamie led my dick to Tracy’s tight hole. Before she placed me at Tracy’s entrance, though, Jamie took my cock into her mouth and lubed me up with her saliva for a few seconds. When she released me, I was properly lubed and ready to fuck Tracy.

Jamie guided my dick into Tracy’s snatch. I pressed forward slowly, unsure of how tight it might be for her. Tracy stopped eating Jamie out and looked back at me. She gave me a wink and I slowly sank into her depths. She was definitely ready to go. She was so wet, it didn’t take much effort to slide my way home. When I finally bottomed out, I squeezed her cute bubble butt and slid out about halfway. I pushed myself back into her with a little more force.

“Ooh, yeah. That feels good, baby,” she cooed and watched as I pulled out a little farther the next time. I slammed in a little harder to gauge her response. She closed her eyes but gave a grunt. “Fuck,” she said. “Give it to me, Jason. Don’t hold back.”

I happily obeyed and slid out to the tip and then rammed my cock back into her again. She moaned as she returned to eating Jamie out. I slowly picked up the pace, and spanked her beautiful ass as I did. It was the only thing she had over Jamie. Their tits were about the same size, and they both had decently tight abs. But that butt of hers was just a little bigger than Jamie’s and a little more round too.

Every so often I would stop and hold my cock deep inside Tracy’s pussy. When I did, Jamie lifted her head up and sucked on my balls for a couple seconds. I returned to fucking Tracy’s tight pussy when Jamie would release my balls from her lips. It was an amazing feeling having my balls sucked as I fucked another girl.

Soon Jamie’s breathing grew more and more labored as Tracy’s tongue brought her to climax. Jamie began to scream unintelligible words with a random, “FUCK” or “SHIT” thrown in. Tracy didn’t let up, though. She seemed to increase her efforts and I did the same, banging her pussy harder and harder.

“HOLY SHIT!” Jamie screamed as she came closer to her orgasm. “FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCK!” she screamed and then Tracy slowed her attack on Jamie’s pussy. When she looked back at me, I pulled out of her and rolled her onto her back. I wanted to feel this girl’s mouth around my cock and I knew Jamie wanted to return the favor and eat her out. Jamie read my mind and spread Tracy’s legs for full access to her pussy. I knelt just over Tracy’s face and she lifted her head, taking my cock into her mouth.

Her head bobbed up and down as she blew me while Jamie ate her out. She was definitely good at giving head. I wondered how many times she’d done it. She seemed like an expert. She even deep throated me, taking my entire length to the back of her throat. I reached behind me and squeezed her tits in turn.

“Wanna fuck my tits?” she asked one time after pulling me out of her mouth.

“Fuck yeah I do,” I said and positioned myself further down her body. She squeezed her tits together around my dick and I began to fuck between her tits. The soft flesh of those perfect, natural mounds felt amazing as I slid in and out between them. “Oh shit,” I said.

“First time titty-fucking?” she asked.

I nodded. “Uh huh,” I barely got out. I felt like I was about to blow my load on her chest.

“You getting close?” she asked. I looked down and locked my eyes on her beautiful blue ones and nodded. “You go ahead, right on my face, baby,” she said and that sent me over the edge. My balls tightened and cum shot up my shaft as I fucked forward again. My spunk shot out of my dick and landed on her face. Another stream landed on her chin and then a third one hit her neck. The fourth drizzled out, landing between her tits. “Stick that back in my mouth,” she demanded. I did as she said and she cleaned me off.

Shortly after that, Jamie had Tracy moaning and groaning louder and louder. I went to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel and began cleaning my cum off of her body. Jamie increased her efforts and I watched as Tracy began to squirm and writhe in painful pleasure. She had her right hand balled into a fist with which she punched the mattress. Her fingers curled around the sheet as she seemed to hold on for dear life. I looked down at Jamie just as Tracy squirted juices all over Jamie’s face. About a minute later, Tracy finally came down from her high and breathed heavily. I laid next to her on one side and Jamie cuddled up to her on the other. The two girls kissed again, tenderly and lovingly.

“You can stay the rest of the night,” Jamie said. And by her tone of voice, I could tell this wasn’t going to be the only time we fucked Tracy that night.

I laid back on the bed, and both girls cuddled up on either side of me. We just rested for a little while, but my mind was racing too much from escort güzelyalı what I had just experienced to be able to sleep. My new girlfriend, perfect in every way in my eyes, just shared a beautiful eighteen year old girl with me. I knew this was a one-time thing, but it was a memory that would be locked away forever. I secretly wanted this to happen again in the future, but that was something I would definitely keep to myself. I loved Jamie too much to press another threesome one day.

The girls drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, but my mind was still reeling; replaying the scene. Every moment was better than the last: Jamie kissing Tracy; their clothes coming off one article at a time; Jamie jerking me off as she made out with Tracy; fucking Tracy’s pussy while Jamie licked and sucked at my balls; and then finally, cumming on Tracy’s beautiful face as I fucked her tits. I think that was honestly my favorite part; sliding my dick between those perfect, tanned tits. Her skin was so silky and smooth, I could feel myself growing hard again just thinking about it.

“You already ready to go again?” Tracy asked quietly. I looked at her and saw those deep blue eyes sparkling as she looked up at me. Her soft pink lips were spread into an inviting smile.

“How can I not be with two beautiful women lying naked in my arms?” I asked her. Her pinks turned a slight shade of pink as she hid her face in my chest. I hugged her tighter for a second and then she reached down for my, now, rock hard cock. She lightly caressed it with the tips of her dainty fingers, using the nails ever so gently. I watched as she played with me. Jamie pressed in tighter to me and nestled her head into my chest a little more.

“I think she’s awake,” Tracy said and I looked at Jamie.

Jamie looked up into my eyes. I tried to convey all the love I had for her in my gaze, but it wasn’t doing it justice. I moved my head towards hers as much as I could and she met me the rest of the way, kissing me deeply. Words couldn’t express the love we had for each other, but this kiss displayed it much better.

“You two really love each other,” Tracy said when we finally broke the kiss.

I never took my eyes off of my angel, but Jamie looked at Tracy with a confirming smile. My heart rate increased slightly from that smile. She really did love me. It wasn’t just words and sex; it was something real. I’d always believed that true love was more than just an emotion, that it was an action, a decision that was made to commit yourself to someone. But, I couldn’t deny that it did create some strong emotions.

“I hope I can find that one day.”

Jamie reached across and caressed Tracy’s cheek. “You will, Tracy. You will. You are a lovely girl. Any guy, or girl, would be blessed to be with you.”

Tracy blushed again but never took her eyes off of Jamie’s. Jamie pushed herself up and leaned across me. Tracy responded and met Jamie’s lips with her own. They kissed softly at first, but the intensity slowly increased as sexual desire took over once again. With my left hand, I reached for Jamie’s pussy and slid two fingers inside. She was really wet and ready to go. As I increased my attack on her pussy, I reached around Tracy with my other hand and fondled her beautiful tits. Jamie broke her kiss with Tracy and began kissing me while Tracy repositioned herself to suck on Jamie’s creamy white breasts.

Jamie broke her kiss with me and stared into my eyes lustfully. She then straddled me, impaling my dick deep inside her cunt as I removed my fingers. Tracy sat up so she could continue licking and sucking on Jamie’s tits. As Jamie rode my cock, I began to finger fuck Tracy’s pussy while she kept up her attack on Jamie’s tits. Jamie felt great rising up and down on my pole. As tight and amazing as Tracy felt, I enjoyed the familiarity of Jamie’s pussy on my dick. She also knew what to do by now to really get me off.

I grabbed Tracy’s legs and forced her over my face. I then pulled her pussy into my face. I heard muffled moans from both girls, so I assumed they began making out as orgasms began to grow in their pussies. Tracy tasted great as I fucked her with my tongue. The multiple sensations I felt did wonders on building my orgasm, but with how many times I’d had sex in the past few hours, I knew I’d be able to last a lot longer.

Jamie pulled off of me but Tracy’s mouth quickly replaced Jamie’s pussy. Jamie crawled up to me and rubbed Tracy’s clit while I continued plunging my tongue in and out of her pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes off of Tracy’s beautiful ass as I worked on her pussy. I wondered what it would feel like to fuck it. Jamie seemed to read my mind, too.

“You wanna fuck her ass?” she asked me seductively.

“Uh huh,” I said into Tracy’s pussy.

“Well, then let’s get you in there,” she said. Jamie left my side for a moment and then the next thing I knew, Tracy was pulling her pussy away from me. She straddled my cock in a reverse cowgirl position and rode it up and down a few times. Jamie then guided her off of my dick and placed her on all fours. I scrambled to my knees and positioned myself behind her. I stuck my dick back in her pussy to lube it up a little more with her juices, and then I placed the tip at her beautiful butt hole. She relaxed her anus as much as she could as I slipped the tip in. It was tight and hot inside her ass, but it felt so good. Jamie spit on the top of my dick, adding a little more lube to the shaft.

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It’s all the Ex’s fault, Ch 16

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

It was intentionally written without names.

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

Copyright (c) 2014 by Acup

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gave her a slow kiss, “you….”

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

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

“And?”

“And asked if we were competing or sharing…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All’s fair in love and orgasms…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was all that?”

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

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

Tuesday was a pretty normal day, but Wednesday… WOW

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

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

Oh yea, the conversation on the trip home….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s up handsome?”

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

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

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

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

“DAMN YOU’RE ORNERY!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the last one… “WOW!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So where to?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 04.

Monday. The script writers report for work today. I show them the office they are sharing. I tell them to settle in. I tell them their initial salary is $50,000 with bonuses. I brief them on what we are doing here. I hand them the book and tell them to read it. This will be our first movie. The book title is “Find me, Tease me, Love me.” I tell them I’ve got another book but we haven’t finalized it yet. They should get started on the first story.

I get three phone calls this morning. Two women and one man looking for an interview. I go through the initial briefing about the sex tape and everyone agrees to it. I mention that the ladies will need to do anal. One of the women says no problem but the other says she’s never done anal and doesn’t want to try. I tell her the chance of a California producer choosing her without the anal scene is about the same as winning the Powerball lotto. I also tell her about my production company, that we can probably use her here and she’s interested. All say they will come in for the interview and audition tape.

We get Bruce Lawton set up for Tuesday afternoon at 2pm. Mary Shoemaker is the lady who has done anal before. She’s setup for 2pm Wednesday. June Jones is the non-anal lady and she’s set up for Thursday morning at 10am.

At 9 am, I finally meet Penny’s roommate and she’s a pretty hot brunette. She’s 5′ 8″ and maybe 120lbs. She got a great body, around 36C-24-36. I tell her again what the job entails and I tell her what I’ll pay her. She’s only making about $12,000 a year as a waitress. I tell her I’ll give her three times that much. She jumps at the chance. I ask if she wants to test for an actress job and she says she hasn’t decided yet. She ask me who she would have to fuck for the audition tape. When I tell her it would be me but Penny would also be doing the lesbian scene with her, she says she’s interested but still wants to think about it some more. She ask me if Penny tested and I tell her she did and we are dating and living together now. She’s surprised and hasn’t even realized that Penny has moved out of the apartment. She accepts the story finder job and I set her up with an office and laptop. I give her a copy of the first story and tell her this is what we are looking for. I also give her the job paperwork.

At 10am, Eve Thorton arrives for an interview. Penny is at my side in her robe on and naked underneath. Eve is intriguing. She’s a dark skin black woman who reminds me of Naomi Campbell, the supermodel. She’s really hot.

I decided to let Karen watch from the other room. I route the video feed of the overhead cameras to her laptop.

“Come in, Eve, have a seat on the couch. I’m Brad. This is my assistant and soon to be partner, Penny. She will test your lesbian skills. Now I told you what we are going to do this afternoon during and after the interview. I need to ask you again if you are fine with everything we talked about on the phone call.”

She smiles and says “Yes sir, I am so fine with everything you told me about and looking forward to it.” She looks at Penny and licks her lips. Hah!

“Great, Eve. I want you to strip for me. Make it a nice slow striptease but play to this camera on my desk.”

I say “I’m going to take some photos of you now. Keep dancing for me.” She keeps moving and I start snapping pictures. Damn, she’s smokin’. After a few minutes, I tell her to stop dancing and I say “Now I need some head shots of you. Give me some nice smiles……Very nice Eve.”

“Okay, sweetheart. I want you to turn toward the couch, bend at your waist and spread your butt cheeks apart. I want a good look at that sweet pussy and ass.” She does as I ask and I’m rock hard. She’s really hot. I take a couple of pictures escort çekmeköy of her female parts. Yum, they look delicious but that ass does look well used.

After I finish with the photo shoot, I tell her to have a seat and we’ll start the interview portion.

“So Eve, do you have a porn name yet?”

Eve says “I’m thinking Dark Eve.”

I say “Well, that’s interesting.”

She says “Thanks.”

“Age?”

“I’m 28.”

I ask her her measurements and she says “36D-26-38 and 5′ 10″ tall.”

I say “Weight?”

She says “135lbs.”

Her hair on her head and pussy is black. She’s well trimmed down below but not shaved. Not bad.

I say “Okay, let’s talk sexual experience. Give me a ballpark figure of the number of sex partners.”

She blushes and says “Thirty five to forty.”

I smile and say “Okay, you know what you are doing then. Any of them women?”

She smiles and says “Oh, yes, I’m bisexual. I’ve had maybe 5 female lovers.” She glances at Penny again.

I smile. “So, I’m assuming oral and vaginal sex, right?”

“Right.”

“What about anal?”

She says “Yes, of course.”

I say “Good, if you want to make it big in the porn business you know you have to do anal. The producers out in California probably won’t even consider you if you don’t do anal, especially anal on your audition tape.”

She smiles and says “No problem. Are you going to fuck my ass this afternoon, Brad.”

I say “Of course.”

She smiles and licks her lips and says “Great.”

I say “Well, you are very beautiful and have a hot body. I’d love to see you make it big.”

She smiles again and says “Thank you, Brad. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, Dark Eve.”

“Have you had sex with multiple men at the same time or been in an orgy where you’ve sampled multiple men.”

She says “Yes. Threesomes, orgies, swinging.”

“What’s the maximum number of men at the same time?”

She blushes and says “I had a gangbang of five guys.”

“Wow!”

“I love doing multiple men. I love doing multiple women too.” She looks at Penny again and licks her lips again. I smile at Penny.

“Okay, how about kinky sex?”

She smiles and says “Yes. I love bondage sex. Very hot. I haven’t done anything else though. No spankings, whipping or anything like that.”

I say “Dark Eve, I like that your legs are somewhat open like that. I love to look at pussies so that’s hot.”

She smiles and opens her legs more.

I hand her a pen and a sheet of paper and tell her to write down her phone number and email address so I know how to contact her. She starts to write and when finished hands everything back to me.

“Thanks, Dark Eve. Okay, I want you to lean back, spread your legs out and start to masturbate while we strip. Play to this camera on my desk.”

She spreads her legs out, leans back and begins to play with herself. She’s watching me and Penny strip and when we’re both totally naked, she licks her lips. My penis is pretty hard. I can’t wait to get into that hot pussy but I’m wondering if she stretched or not. She can’t keep her eyes off of Penny. I remind her that the cameras are recording and to look at the one on my desk. She smiles, licks her lips again and looks into the camera on my desk.

I let her go for five minutes and I’m stroking myself for half that time. She’s still staring at Penny though. I whisper into Penny’s ear that I think she’s hot for her.

After five minutes, she’s moaning. I walk over and kneel down in front of her. I say “I’m going to see how your pussy tastes now and Penny is going to check out how well you eat pussy.”

I escort içerenköy remove her hand and stick my face into her pussy while Penny is climbing onto her face. I begin to lick her and she groans loudly. After a couple of minutes, she grabs her legs behind her knees and pulls them up so that she’s really open for me. She tastes pretty good but not as good as Penny. I reach up with both hands and begin to play with her hard nipples. She’s got great tits, well shaped. Penny is really working her face. I noticed that Eve has wrapped an arm around Penny’s waist and is making sure she doesn’t move away. That makes me smile. She’s definitely got a thing for Penny.

After a couple of minutes, I reach back down and open her pussy up a little more. I start to suck and lick her inner pussy lips. She groans “Oh, God!!” She starts to breathe like she’s having problems catching her breath. When I slip two fingers into her pussy, she says “Oh, fuck, yesssss!”

I finger-fuck her with special attention to the g-spot and a minute later she raises off the couch and screams as she begins to cum. As she’s still cumming, I move to her clit and suck it into my mouth and she screams and lifts off the couch again.

I start to flick her clit with my tongue and she screams again. “Holy shit!!!!” Penny finally has her first orgasm.

After Eve has cum for a couple of minutes, she pushes me away. She’s breathing really hard.

I stand up, take a step back, turn sideways so the camera on my desk can get a good view and say “Dark Eve, come suck my hard cock.” She smiles and slowly gets up off the couch to kneel in front of me. She grabs my rock hard cock and begins to lick the head. Soon my cock is buried in her mouth and she’s sucking the hell out of it. She’s not bad. She starts to fuck her mouth with it and then starts to deep-throat. She can suck a cock for sure. Soon I pull her up and tell her to lay down on the couch.

She lays down and spreads her legs out wide. She then pulls her knees up and looks up at me. I roll a condom on and slip into her. We both sigh when I hit bottom. She’s fairly loose though. I soon start to move in her and she starts to moan. After a minute or so, I begin to pound her good. Penny sits on her face again and starts to move. Eve hits another orgasm after two more minutes of fucking her hard and she continues to cum every couple of minutes. Penny is cumming over and over again. After three more orgasms for Dark Eve, I pull out. I tell her to get up, I want her on top for a while.

I sit on the couch and she climbs on. She starts to bounce up and down on my hard on. I start to play with those hard nipples again. I just love the color of her skin. I reach one hand down and start to rub her clit. She’s huge there, maybe over an inch long and so easy to find. It’s like a little penis.

She’s moaning constantly and lasts two more minutes and then she screams again as she begins another orgasm. She’s really clamping down on me but I’m not getting much friction. She’s not very tight even when she’s clamped down.

I tell her to get up and lean over the arm of the couch. I slip into her and start to fuck her doggie style. She hits another orgasm quickly. I’m still not close. I don’t think I can cum in this pussy. I begin to play with her anus then slip my thumb into her. She immediately screams and clamps down on me again. I grab the lube and lube her ass while I’m fucking her. After her next orgasm, I pull out and slam into her ass. At least it’s a bit tighter than her pussy. I fuck her ass for three minutes and tell her to turn around and kneel. She kneels and opens her mouth. I pull the condom off and start jacking off. I start to cum escort çakmak on her face. Five streams later, her face is a mess. I tell her it was an excellent sex tape and should make the California producers take notice.

I help her stand and I tell her to go through a door behind my desk to clean up.

Penny comes over and says she’s still horny. I smile and say “When she leaves, we’ll shower and then I’ll take care of you.” She smiles.

Eve cleans up and comes back about five minutes later. I tell her to sit down. I walk over and hand her a $100 bill. She says “Thanks, Brad. You didn’t say I’d get paid. This is great!”

I sit down at the desk and remotely stop the cameras. I look at her and say “You are really good especially the blowjob. I’ll get your tape ready and send it out by Friday. Just to let you know, we’ve started a production company right here. I’ll keep your number and if I have a part for you I’ll call. I’ll pay like most of the industry, by the sex act. You’ll get $200 for each pussy eaten and $500 for each cock sucked and fucked and anal sex is $1000 per penis in the ass. For the kinky stuff, it’s even little more depending on the act. Sound good?”

She smiles and says “Sounds good to me!.”

“I’m thinking maybe some bondage sex for you. We’ll have to see what kind of script we can come up with.”

“Great, Brad.”

“Okay, Eve. Get dressed and I’ll call if we need you. Also, if you run across a very good romance story with a lot of explicit sex, let me know. There’s a $1000 finder fee and if the female lead is black, we’ll cast you.”

“Ooooo, sounds good.”

She dresses, smiles and says goodbye.

Once she’s gone, Penny says “So why didn’t you offer her a contract?”

I say “Well, she’s gorgeous but she’s really loose in her pussy and her ass. Maybe if we run across someone with a huge cock, I’ll offer her a contract. I don’t particularly want to fuck her again.” I grab her between the legs and say, “I really like this pussy. It’s good and tight and attached to one of the loveliest women I’ve ever met.”

Penny smiles and blushes. She says “Let’s shower. I need that cock.”

I smile. I need that tight pussy too. We shower and I walk back into my office naked. Penny stays in the bathroom to do something. Soon she walks back out and over to me. She kneels and starts to get me harder. I’m already 3/4 hard so it’s not going to take long. This woman just turns me on. Penny gets me hard and I go down on her for a while. Soon she says “Fuck me, honey!”

I get up and slip into her. I notice she’s got the largest plug in her ass. I reach down and turn the vibrator function on. Penny screams. I start to pump into her hard.

She soon begins to cum hard and continues to cum. It’s almost like one continuous orgasm for her. That vibrator in her ass is really making her cum hard. After ten minutes of near continuous orgasms, Penny says she can’t go on. I pull out and turn the vibrator off. She’s lying there breathing hard. I cuddle up to her and caress her.

She looks at me and says “Sorry, honey. I just couldn’t go on. That vibrator is just too much for me. I was afraid of passing out.”

“No problem, babe.”

She slowly gets up and starts to get me off with her mouth.

After she’s finished, she swallows and smiles at me. She crawls up and French kisses me. “I’m very happy with my life since I met you, Brad. I love my job, I love fucking you and I’m falling in love with you.”

“Penny, I’ve never been in love so I don’t know if I’m falling for you or not. But I do know one thing, I’d much rather be with you than any other woman. And if you were to disappear suddenly, I think I would truly be miserable.”

She French kisses me again and we cuddle for a while. She says “That’s called love, silly.”

I think I have fallen for her. I definitely don’t want anyone else.

Later, I tell Penny I’m rescheduling her anal audition for Wednesday because she’s going to have to fuck Bruce Lawton tomorrow and I don’t want to wear her out.

To be continued…

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Liza lay sleeping. Her long red hair fanned across the pillow. Her body barely covered by the sheet. Even covered by the sheet Leon could see the swell of her large breasts. She smiled a little in her sleep and he wondered if she was thinking of the heated passion they shared the night before.

Leon didn’t want to wake her, but he was hard just from thinking about the passionate sex from the night before. He thought about kissing and how it was just not enough. They removed each others clothes, very quickly. He wanted to see her naked body. He wanted to feel her full breasts, to suck them. She wanted him just as much. She put her hand around his rock hard cock and he thought he would explode. She surprised him then by kneeling down in front of him.

Liza ran her tongue over her lips slightly and looked up at him. He moaned in anticipation. She lightly flicked her tongue over the head of his cock and he closed his eyes and ran his hands through her hair. Leon wanted to push his dick hard into her mouth but he let her lead. She opened her mouth and took the head into her mouth, her tongue moving seductively over the tip as she took him further into her mouth. He continued touching her hair, stroking her face and her shoulders as she continued to administer sweet torture. She took more of him. Slowly sliding her mouth down over his cock, caressing his balls and his legs and his backside as she sucked him, faster and faster, she sucked on his hard dick.

He knew he was close to cumming, but he didn’t want to…yet. He pulled her up and laid her back onto the bed. He lightly kissed her lips and slowly moved to her neck. Then he kissed her breasts, very slowly moving towards the nipple and finally taking her nipple into escort topkapı his mouth. He gently nibbled on her nipple and then switched to her other tit. She moaned as his teeth grazed her nipples and he grinned just a little because now he was doing sweet torture to her.

She twisted slightly as though trying to draw their bodies closer, but not quite yet. He moves lower and lightly licks her navel, and then lower…kissing and licking her inner thighs. Then he very slowly flicks his tongue over her clit. He takes great pleasure in the sharp intake of her breath. She slid just slightly back but he knows that she is enjoying him lapping and licking and sucking at her wet cunt. She spreads her legs just slightly allowing him better access to her sweetness. He slides his tongue further into her very hot wetness, and then faster as he tongue fucks her cunt. She moaned as he took her clit and sucked it into his mouth slightly. She twisted with the pleasure of being so close to her climax, but he stopped. He wanted to share that pleasure together. He rose above her and let the head of his now throbbing cock touch her wetness.

She looked right into his eyes. He wanted her to be sure. He could see in her eyes that she wanted him to fuck her as much he wanted to fuck her. He slid fully into her and enjoyed her very hot wet pussy swallowing the length of his cock. She brought her hips up slightly in welcome to his thrust. He drew out a little then rocked back in, but he was now in urgent need. He fucked her faster, and harder, slamming his rock hard dick into her pussy. She slid her nails up his back. He knew she was about to cum for him as her nails went just slightly deeper into his skin. escort güngören She arched her back and her eyes rolled back as she exploded. Leon thrust his hard cock once more into her wet pussy and exploded his hot cum into her already dripping wet cunt.

He lay exhausted on her and she smiled at him. He started to move his weight off her, but she held him close to her. That was only the first round of their very passionate night. Looking at her now while she slept and his cock getting harder…he was surprised that he had anything left in him, but he did. He wanted her again.

While he had drifted off in his thoughts she had rolled over. The bare skin of her ass was now exposed and the way one of her legs laid slightly off the edge gave him full view of her pussy. He wondered if he should wake her, cover her up, or just let her sleep as she was. Leon’s desire got the best of him and he slid his hand down her back ever so gently, down over her full rounded backside and finally to his surprise, her very wet pussy. He slid his index finger into her wetness and pulled it back out. She squirmed just a bit. He slid two fingers into her and took pleasure in stroking her velvety wetness. He thrust his fingers into her pussy a little faster and inserted a third finger. She was enjoying this. She was making sexy erotic noises in her sleep.

He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and she whimpered like something was wrong. Leon licked her pussy juice off his fingers and couldn’t wait any more. He moved over her and slid his cock into her pussy from behind. He didn’t go slowly this time…he moved like a man possessed. He pushed into her hard. The sudden invasion into her most intimate escort güneşli area jolted her awake. He couldn’t stop now even if he tried. Luckily she realized what was happening and liked it…a lot. She raided her buttocks up so that he could plunge into her deeper and harder. He wanted fast and hard this time. There were no kisses, no caresses, no tenderness…just raw SEX. There were no words, just grunts of animal passion as he slammed his cock harder and harder into her swollen wet pussy. It wasn’t enough though. As he slammed his dick in her pussy he eyed her as sticking up and wanted a piece of that ass.

They hadn’t talked about anal sex and he didn’t know if she would be for or against being fucked up the ass. He pulled his cock out of her wet pussy, and with no more than the wetness from her pussy juice, he placed the head of his dick near her ass hole. She whimpered in protest, but he didn’t stop. Leon pushed the head of his cock into her tight ass and Liza begged him not to because she never had before. He pushed the rest of his cock into her tight ass and once he felt the flexing of her muscles around his dick and knew she was relaxing he began to fuck her ass. He pumped his hard dick in her tight ass. New feelings washed over Liza and she began to push her ass into Leon’s every thrust. She began stroking her wet pussy while she got fucked up the ass for the first time. As his orgasm over took him, he made a guttural, animal like growl and with one more hard thrust he exploded into her just as she let out a series of whimpers as her body was racked with orgasm.

She collapsed face down on the bed, breathing hard and he lay next to her. He stroked her hair and rubbed her back not saying a word. Then he laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes…not sleeping, just resting. She sat up and began to massage him. It was one of the best massages he had ever had. While she stroked his hair and gave him a massage, he drifted off into a very peaceful slumber. She smiles slightly…he wouldn’t be sleeping long…lol.

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You stand at the sink, water running, in a loose sweater and jeans. You always look so good in jeans, such a fine ass, such lovely curves. I step behind you and lightly run my hand across your fanny, making you giggle. You know how much I enjoy “trapping” you at the sink, how hard it makes it for you to do the dishes, how much more fun it is when I play.

My lips brush your neck. I slowly move upwards to your earlobe and pull it gently into my mouth. I suck on it until I hear you moan just a little, then release. Back down your neck, up again, with light fleeting touches on your skin I kiss you.

I slowly bring my hands around your waist, to squeeze you to me, pressing myself against your ass. You wriggle, pushing back towards me, your firm butt rubbing my cock. I brush my fingertips along the sides of your breasts through the sweater, barely touching you. Another moan, and you press harder against me. Your earlobe back in my mouth I nibble on it, softly at first then more firmly. I cup your breasts in my hands, filling my palms with your firm globes. I squeeze them together and you tilt your head back and groan. Your eyes are closed, your mouth is open, and cutlery clatters into the sink.

You lift your sweater, dripping from where it has hung into the sink. I slide my hands under it, reaching for your breasts. I lift them, bounce them in my hands for a moment and press them hard against you. I take your nipples between my fingertips, rolling them back and forth through the fabric. You have one of my favorite bras on, sheer and flimsy, and I can hold your nipples tightly. I pinch and release, over and over, all escort arnavutköy the while licking and kissing your ear. We grind our bodies together to the rhythm of my pinches. Your breaths are quick and shallow, your moans soft, your nipples hard.

You pull the sweater over your head, and turn towards me. With your arms in the air your tits are exposed to me in all their glory. I press my lips between them, and you pull my head in deeper. I inhale you; the fine aroma of your perfume so carelessly traced in your cleavage as you dressed this morning, the heady scent of your flesh, tangy and slightly sweet from perspiration.

Your skin is soft, warm and moist. I lick your breasts slowly, tracing lines and circles along the edge of your bra, teasing as I force my tongue towards a nipple. You reach behind yourself and unclasp the bra. As I back away you slowly let it fall, revealing yourself to me. Your firm pink nipples thrust towards me, and I kiss them, first one then the other and then the first again. Tiny kisses, just a quick touch of the lips and then gone, off to tease the other.

My hands are on your ass now, rubbing and squeezing. I run my fingers along the seam, barely between your legs. Your pants are damp. I kiss you, our lips hard against our teeth, our tongues meeting. You try to push your hand between us, searching for my cock, but I press my hips against yours and stop you.

I kneel in front of you, tugging at your zipper, pulling your pants to your knees. Your panties are soaked, and the scent of your juices intoxicates me. I kiss you and suck the wet escort fatih fabric into my mouth. With my teeth I pull your panties down as far as I can, then help you step out of them.

I quickly clear the counter, and you hop on it, gingerly balancing yourself. I push your knees apart, opening your pussy wide. You shaved this morning and the deep pink lips glisten with moisture. You have such a beautiful cunt, fat brown outer lips and delicate pink inner folds. I lean forward and place my lips on your belly, kissing it hard. I trace a line down your stomach with my tongue, running a quick circle around your navel before continuing. I breathe deeply, pulling your essence into me. I pause at your mound, and move to your thigh. Little kisses, little bites, little licks and I slip down your leg, holding it in the air as I move to your foot. I suck your big toe into my mouth, and play on it with my tongue, always watching you.

I reach for your hand, take it and place it between your legs. I start to rub your fingers on your clit, still sucking your toe, still watching you. You take up the motion, pressing your clit, sliding between your lips, putting a little show on for me. You know I love to watch you masturbate. I change feet, licking the sole of your other, watching your fingers get wetter. I begin to kiss down your leg towards your shining fingers and waiting cunt.

When I reach your hand I kiss it, kiss your fingers, lick them. I use my tongue to push your fingers into your cunt, then gently pull with my teeth so you withdraw them. I lick them off, savoring the delicious taste. escort beşiktaş I lick your lips; you quiver and wet my face with a gush. I drink in your cum, and lick harder. I find your clit and flick it with my tongue. You pull the folds aside and I suck it into my mouth flicking it again and again. Your clit swells in my mouth, hardens like a little cock. I trace patterns around it with my tongue, and pull it deep into my mouth.

I push two fingers into you. I twist and wiggle them, touching all the smooth soft parts of your inner cunt until I find that hard spot inside you. As I lick your clit I rub there as it gets harder and you cum again, your juices dripping down my hand.

I unzip my pants, drop them to the floor and kick them aside. I grab my cock and rub it against your lips. You squirt all over me, a warm flood on my hand and balls. God that makes me crazy!! I have to fuck you! I pull you to the edge of the counter and slip my cock into you. You wrap your legs around my waist and pull me to you, guiding my thrusts with them. We kiss, hard and deep, almost forgetting to breathe. There is nothing but our two sweaty bodies, joined in passion.

You squirt again. It electrifies me, spurs me on. I thrust faster, as hard as I can, wanting to make you cum again and again. I kiss your breasts, your neck, your mouth. We get louder and louder as we fuck.

I’m going crazy. I have to cum or my head will explode. I want to be so deep inside you when I do. I press myself as hard as I can into you and cum.

We’re both panting like animals. I have to push you back onto the counter. You’re making those little whimpering sounds I like so much, and my knees are giving out. I collapse against you and we hug tightly. We’re quiet, gathering ourselves, catching our breath. You notice how wet the floor and my legs are and we laugh about the mess we need to clean up.

But we don’t move. Not yet. This is the best part. 🙂

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I’ve always been a dreamer. More in the sense of having my head so far in the clouds that I couldn’t attend to the practical aspects of everyday life than that of having an abundance of the phantasmagoria accompanying sleep. I teach American and English literature so in the former sense of the word my life hasn’t been impacted too severely. And, with regard to the latter sense, the truth is that for most of my life I’ve only remembered bits and pieces of the wondrous flow of images and sensory input that entered my slumbers.

Sometime in the 1970s I read the books of Carlos Castaneda and was attracted to his discussions of dreaming consciously and guiding your dreams. A faint hunger for that kind of experience rumbled below consciousness through the years. Then, almost nine months ago, in a used bookstore, I caught sight of a book by Stephen LaBerge titled Lucid Dreaming and the faint hunger expanded into an aching void. I read the book with care over the period of about a month and then began to practice the techniques.

It was a long tedious haul. There were many times I almost gave up. My forbearing wife, Anita, observed my antics with an amused exasperation. Over the course of our long marriage she’s suffered through a multitude of my enthusiasms; some short lived and some extending for years. This one at least, she told me with a short laugh, she could sleep through.

I’d been practicing the techniques described by Dr. LaBerge for a little over four months with minimal success when it happened. At first I thought I was awake. But then, recalling that I’d crossed the room in a fraction of a second, I realized that I’d achieved my goal. I looked at my hands. They glowed in a way I’d never seen before. I looked toward the window. The late spring sun was peeking over the horizon. In another split second I was outside, floating above the lawn. Now I had the freedom but I didn’t know what to do.

I decided to try flying. In an instant I was soaring above the neighborhood. I remembered having these dreams as a kid and how much I’d loved them. I sailed over the house of our neighbors, Hector and Eileen, and I realized I was thinking of Eileen. And there I was in their bedroom. Hector lay sprawled on his back, snoring softly. Eileen was curled in a fetal position, facing away from him. They both were nude.

They’d moved into this house, two doors down from us, almost four years ago. And ever since the day I’d first seen her standing in their driveway wearing a bright yellow dress I’d carried a small torch for her, one with an intense flame. No one knew of this torch. Not Eileen, I was certain. But many times over the years its heat had warmed my heart. Never, until now, had I seen Eileen naked. I liked what I saw. I flitted to her side of the bed and looked down at her sleeping form. I wondered if I was seeing Eileen or was imagining, in my dream state, what she might look like.

Then, with a shock, I realized her eyes were open. They were focused on me. We stared at each other for what seemed like centuries.

“Can you see me?” I whispered cautiously. Afraid of the answer.

“Holy shit. This is too weird,” she muttered. Or thought. Or something. Her lips didn’t move.

“Can you see me, Eileen?” I asked again. I was surprised by her thought language because I’d never heard her use obscenity in all the time I’d known her.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom, Arthur?”

“This is a dream, Eileen,” I said, still stunned by her language.

She sat up. Or at least some part of her sat up. A luminescent part. The rest of her remained in its curled up position. “But I can see you, Arthur. Don’t give me that shit. escort taksim What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Look at yourself,” I said, pointing to her recumbent form.

She turned and looked down. “Oh my God. Oh shit. Oh goddamned motherfucking shit!”

“This is a dream,” I whispered. Whatever it’s called when you lower the volume of a telepathic communication.

She looked at me again. “Did you know you’ve got a dream woody, Arthur?”

I looked down at myself. My cock, glowing like my hands had, was stiff. I felt embarrassed and vulnerable. I looked at Eileen. She was looking at my cock.

“I think I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you,” I said. I didn’t seem to be able to help myself.

“Mmmmmm. I wondered,” she said still gazing at my cock. “You always seemed to act kind of strange when I was around.”

“Was I that obvious?”

She looked up, into my eyes. “No, you weren’t obvious. I was looking for the signs. I’ve had feelings for you too.”

“I think I must be dreaming,” I said. We both laughed.

“Shit this is strange,” she said. “How did this happen?”

“I’ve been trying to have lucid dreams, dreams I consciously control, and I seem to have succeeded. Except I didn’t know it was possible to make contact with other people. That is if you’re really Eileen and not some image created by my imagination.”

“I feel like me,” she said. “Strange, but like me in a strange fucking situation. Are you my neighbor Arthur? Or are you some demon wearing Arthur as a disguise?”

“As far as I can tell I’m your neighbor Arthur. I don’t feel like a demon.”

She floated free of her body, which was still fetally curled, and reached out to grasp my cock. “Mmmmm. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

The sensation wasn’t anything like physical touching. More akin to energy flowing into energy, throwing off twinkling stars like an Independence Day sparkler. I reached out and touched her breast with the same result.

“Oh shit, this is cool,” she said. “I never imagined anything like this was possible in my wildest—“

“Dreams.” I said. We laughed again. Then she took my cock in her mouth and the laughter ended precipitously. The nerves, or whatever, in our astral, or whatever, bodies must correspond pretty closely to our physical bodies because feeling her mouth around my cock took me to another planet entirely.

It was at this moment that Hector’s alarm clock went off. If we’d been in our physical, or whatever, bodies I think I might very well have lost my penis given the amount of pressure, ethereal as it was, I felt at that moment. Eileen’s gossamer self jumped back into her body and disappeared. I remained for only a moment longer, long enough to see Hector reach out to slap the button on the clock, glance at his wife’s bare back, and struggle into sitting position at the edge of the bed. Then I too was gone.

The dream, when I awoke, was etched on my consciousness. But, in the full light of day, it didn’t seem real. I retrieved the morning paper and glanced over at Eileen’s house wondering if she was remembering the same images. I was afraid I’d never know. On the other hand I was shocked by the experience, by the intimacy, so another part of me hoped nothing would change. And I think she felt the same way. The few times our paths crossed in the next couple of days neither of us could look the other in the eye. Then one evening when I got home from work I found Anita and Eileen on the back deck drinking margaritas. At one point, while Anita was in the bathroom, Eileen said very quietly, “I had the strangest dream about escort çapa you.”

My heart started pounding. “I know,” I said after a long moment of silence. She looked at me. In the light streaming out of the kitchen window I could see her blush.

“I apologize for my language,” she said. “I can’t seem control myself in dreams the way I can in real life.”

“I wondered about that,” I said.

Anita returned and nothing more was said on the subject.

I continued to experiment with my dreams but it was six weeks before I worked up the nerve to visit Eileen again. Anita had organized a BBQ bash at our house and Eileen, Hector, and their two young sons, were invited along with several other neighborhood families. So, on the night before the party, I suppose because she was in my thoughts, I was once again in her bedroom. Her dream body, or whatever it was, popped up the moment I appeared.

“Oh, I was hoping you’d come,” she said. Or thought.

“I wasn’t sure you’d want me to,” I said.

“Oh Arthur. Arthur. I’ve been longing for you ever since the last time. I’ve wanted you so much. I’ve been driving Hector crazy, fucking him every which way I can think of. But shit, it’s not the same. I think of how it felt to have your hard dream cock in my mouth and the juice runs down my legs.”

A man doesn’t get many invitations like this in his life. I reached out to her and our bodies flowed together. It wasn’t penetration in the usual sense but rather a combining, a commingling, an interconnecting on the deepest levels, becoming One in a way impossible for physical bodies. We weren’t a man and a woman. We were two playful erotic energies joined in a ball of pleasure. We were two children before the age of sexual division frolicking with a marvelous new toy with wholehearted delight. Two puppies wrestling in the grass.

We soon realized that gravity was not a concern. Not long after that we became aware that a shared thought could take us anywhere. We ended up on a Florida beach, hovering like butterflies. Our eyes were wide open, with me feeling her pleasure knowing she was feeling mine.

“Is this how they fuck in heaven?” She asked.

“Do they fuck in heaven?” Was my response.

“Well, fucking is heavenly, isn’t it?”

“This is fucking heavenly, yes.”

“Are you saying I’m a heavenly fuck? How sweet.”

“Fucking A.” I grunted.

“Shut up, for heaven’s sake, and fuck me.” She sighed.

There wasn’t the familiar building up to an abrupt orgasmic release but rather a growing intensity, like the turning of a rheostat, that reached a powerful crescendo and then slowly subsided. It was like being immersed in warm honey and then stimulated with the vibrations of a billion angel’s wings. It wasn’t me feeling this. It was Us feeling this. And sharing that mutual feeling was the deepest pleasure of all. We were One in the profoundest pleasure possible.

“Oh.” Eileen exclaimed, once the vibrations had died away. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

I was speechless. We were lying naked in the sand under the blazing sun, cuddling together. 2300 miles away Hector’s goddamned alarm clock went off and Eileen was jerked out of my arms. Then I too was drawn back.

“You must have had quite a dream,” Anita said, leering across the breakfast table. “You splooged all over my butt last night. Or, more precisely, this morning.”

I looked at her startled, a shamed little boy welling up inside me, “I’m sorry.”

“I’m razzing you, honey. But it better have been me you were dreaming about,” she said with an edgy gleam in her eye. I wasn’t sure how escort şişli serious she was.

“Of course it was,” I said, lying and knowing she knew I was lying. She just laughed.

Most of the rest of the day was spent preparing for the BBQ. I often found myself recalling the magical time with Eileen and smiling. Not just smiling but humming and walking with a bounce in my step.

“That must have been quite some dream,” Anita said again, late in the afternoon, just before the guests were scheduled to arrive. The little boy welled up once more and I wilted. “Hey, honey, I’m teasing you,” she said, seeing my distress. “I don’t care who it was. I kind of got a kick out of seeing you so excited.”

That only made me feel worse.

And then we were caught in the whirlwind of our invited guests arriving. I focused on greeting the men while Anita took care of the women and children. I avoided Eileen but could sense her hurt and bewilderment. Later, after everyone had eaten and the party had settled down to rambling conversation, I went into the bathroom in the master bedroom to take a leak and found Eileen sitting on the bed I shared with Anita when I came out. I stopped cold.

“What’s the matter Arthur? You haven’t said two words to me.”

“I don’t like cheating on Anita,” I said

“Oh, are we having an affair?”

“Physically, no, but mentally I have to say yes.”

“Well, no one I know is a mind reader that I’m aware of so I think we’re safe.”

“You want to keep doing it?” I asked.

“God yes. Don’t you, Arthur? It feels so incredible.”

“Yes, it does. But I do feel guilty. I’ve never cheated on Anita.”

“It was a dream. Haven’t you had wet dreams before?”

“Yessssss.”

“Did you feel guilty?”

“No,” I said softly.

“Well, this is the same thing.”

“Not exactly. Those other dreams were simply dreams. This is real in a weird kind of way. I mean, we’re here in my bedroom talking about a sex dream we had together for God’s sake.”

“But it was still a dream, nothing more. No one’s going to catch us in flagrante delicto. I’m not going to get pregnant.”

“I don’t know Eileen. I have to think about it.”

It hurt to see the look of disappointment on her face. She looked as if she was about to cry. I turned away and for most of the evening my thoughts were in turmoil.

And then I watched my small daughter caught up in playing with her friends, all of them running around the yard, their faces glowing with joy. Like puppies, playing in the grass.

Not long after that I took Anita aside. And told her the whole story. I could tell she didn’t believe me, that she thought I was describing a run of the mill wet dream.

“Honey, I’m not jealous of your dreams,” she said. “I’m glad you’re having fun. But if you touch Eileen in the here and now I will break off your arm and beat you with it. Comprender?”

“Yes, dear.”

She gave me a good humored scowl.

“And darling, I’m going to try to meet you in my dreams the way I did with Eileen.” I told her.

“I can’t wait,” she said, clearly unimpressed. I knew that if I succeeded she might extend the prohibition against touching Eileen into the dream world as well but I’d wait to cross that bridge when it appeared.

One of the traditions of these gatherings was for me to bring out my guitar and accompany a sing-a-long around a fire winking and sparking in the fire pit. And tonight I played for almost three hours before people began to nod off. So, for the last song of the evening I began plunking out the chords of the Huddie Ledbetter classic. I saw a secret happy smile cross Eileen’s face as she recognized the words I began to sing. The others heard the standard version but with the simple substitution of a single syllable she and I heard something different.

Eileen goodnight, Eileen goodnight

goodnight Eileen, goodnight Eileen

I’ll be with you in my dreams.

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It was a stormy summer night and I was lost. I could barely see through the rain pounding my windshield. Thunder rumbled and lightening cracked sending bright flashing bolts across the sky. It had been a hot humid day of driving and I should have arrived at my friend, Jake’s house an hour ago but the directions were vague and I must have missed a turn-off. It was dark and windy and I couldn’t make out addresses or road signs but could tell I was in an isolated farm area because houses were far apart with no lights on.

The gas gauge dropped below empty. I hoped that if I kept going I would find a highway and a gas station. I was tense, not sure what to do and cursed my bad luck and stupidity for missing the turn-off sign. I had been traveling since dawn and needed a new scene after being laid off from my architect job and breaking up with my bitch of a girl friend for the second and final time.

I had just passing a farm house and saw a light on when I heard my car sputter, choke and come to a slow stop. I drifted over to the side of the road. I was stuck in the middle of nowhere, the rain beating down on my car like a loud snare drum. I had Triple A road service but knew my cell phone would not work. I wondered if I should go into the farm house I just passed to see if I could use their phone. It was late but at least a light was on. I assumed someone was still up.

Fortunately, the farm house wasn’t too far off the road. I got out of my car and dashed through the rain up to the porch and knocked on the door, thinking how lucky I was to find a house with a light on. It took a minute or two before the door opened and I was stunned to see a young woman that took my breath away. At first I could not speak when I saw her thick dark hair tied in two long braided pigtails, her large green eyes, her tits straining the low cut white peasant blouse. She wore the tightest, shortest faded jean cut-offs I had ever seen and was barefooted. Even in the dark I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples poking at the thin material of her blouse. She was dazzling with olive colored skin.

“I just ran out of gas and I’m lost– can I use your phone?” I asked, trying to hide my astonishment.

“Yes. Come in out of the rain,” she said with a foreign accent I did not recognize. She opened the door wider and smiled, looking into my eyes as if she was glad to see me. “Yes, you can use the phone.”

I tried not to be obvious but I could not take my eyes off her tits then her long bare legs and the tight cut-offs gripping her pussy and straining at her hips then her large green eyes and smile. “Man, she’s hot looking,” I thought. I immediately wanted to fuck her. “Sorry to bother you,” I said, trying to be polite and not frighten her—a stranger suddenly appearing.

“No problem,” she said as I stepped in and she closed the door. “The phone is in the kitchen. Follow me.” She spoke good English but sounded European and I couldn’t place the accent.

She turned and walked towards the kitchen and I could not take my eyes off her round swaying ass stretching the faded cut-offs causing me to swallow and my cock to twitch. “What an ass,” I thought, dazzled by her body. I was so turned on, unable to believe my good luck and followed quietly, not wanting to betray my sudden lust.

She turned around looking into my eyes, a smile flickering on her lips as if she knew where I was looking and liked it. “The phone is over there,” she said pointing to a black wall phone, a little smile still on her lips when she looked at me.

“Thanks. I just want to call road service then I can wait in the car.”

“Go and call but it will be a long wait.” She paused looking into my eyes then smiled, “You can wait in here. I won’t mind.”

Her accent was alluring. Where was she from I wondered. But it was the way she looked at me and smiled when she said, “I won’t mind,” that definitely had a sexual edge and I sensed something was happening between us.

“Thanks,” I said, our eyes met,lingering then drifted away as I went to the phone. She then went over to the kitchen counter where she had a bottle of red wine and a half filled glass. I picked up the phone, looking at her body, the tight cut-offs, her face, the long pigtails made her look both innocent and very sexy at the same time.

I watched her pick up her glass of wine and gulp it down. I could see by the half filled bottle that she had been drinking before I arrived. She looked at me over the rim of her glass as she sipped, leaning back against the kitchen counter, her bare legs spread slightly apart,the seam of her tight cut-offs pressed against her mound, revealing the outline of her pussy. I could not believe how hot she looked and wondered where this would lead.

I took out my road service card from my wallet, picked up the receiver and got ready to dial when I noticed there was no dial tone. I pressed my finger down on the button several times trying to get a sound but the phone was dead.

I turned back and looked over at her pouring more wine, escort ataköy noticing how she was looking at me, that mysterious smile on her lips. My eyes skimmed her slim body, her smooth legs, her nipples poking through the low cut white peasant blouse sitting low on her shoulders revealing a good amount of cleavage. I could not believe how sexy she looked, drinking her wine, twirling one of the pigtails around her finger, looking at me holding the phone. My cock was hard. “Phone’s dead!”

“Too bad. It goes out often around here. Looks like you are stranded.” “Not a bad place to be stranded,” I responded, returning her smile and looking at her playing with her pigtails. “Are you alone here?”

“Yes, my husband is away on business, as usual. I’m all alone.”

“So you’re married?”

“Yes. I guess.”

“What do you mean you guess?” I looked at her, my eyes drifting up and down her luscious body. I couldn’t help it. The way she was drinking wine and looking at me was extremely sexy.

She noticed my eyes roving her body. “Well, we’re married but, well let’s say he’s married to the farm and his business dealings. He doesn’t give me what I need. Not that he could even if he wanted to. He’s much older than me.” She smiled, pouring more wine and lifted the bottle up to me. “Want some.”

“Sure. Thanks. If I’m stranded I might as well take advantage of the situation,”I said,looking at her crotch gripped by the tight faded cut-offs. She saw where I was looking and smiled.

She filled a juice glass and held it up to me. “We do not have fancy glasses on the farm.”

I stepped closer and took the glass of wine from her. We clicked glasses but didn’t say anything, our eyes probing each other’s eyes, as we sipped, standing close.

“What did you mean you want to take advantage of the situation?” she asked, smiling slightly then took another sip of her wine, looking at me over the rim of her glass.

“You know what I mean,” I said, deciding to be bold, sensing she wanted to play a dangerous game of seduction.

She nodded, smiled, looking at me as she sipped her wine. Both of us were quiet, gazing at each other then her eyes moved down to the bulge in my jeans which I did not try to hide then back into my eyes. She smiled biting her lower lip then took another swallow of wine, finished it then poured herself more wine. I could see she was getting drunk. I finished mine and held my glass out for her to pour me some more.”Might as well get drunk,” I said as she filled my glass.

“Yes,” she said, looking hungrily into my eyes. “Let’s get drunk.”

Suddenly a huge roar of thunder rolled through the sky followed by the sharp crack and yellow glare of lightening. The lights flickered and went out. She immediately picked up a box of matches and slithered past me, grazing my hip with her hip and went to the round kitchen table lighting several candles, casting a dim glow.

“I am always prepared. Lights go out much around here,” she said, her accent intriguing me.

I stepped towards her,standing close as we stood by the table in the flickering candle light, surrounded by darkness. Lifting our glasses, we took deep sips, feeling the sexual tension, not sure how to proceed but the anticipation was intense; my throbbing hard cock was straining my jeans. We drank our wine looking at each other, not speaking. Suddenly she put her empty glass down on the table, stepped closer and leaned her body into mine, pressing her tits against my chest, her lips close to my lips, her smiling green eyes looking seductively into mine. Suddenly she placed her hand on my cock, rubbing me through my jeans forcing a moan from my mouth.

Surprised at her aggressiveness,I placed my hand on top of hers, holding it against my hard cock then suddenly with my other hand I grabbed her jean covered pussy, cupping it just as aggressively in the palm of my hand, looking into her eyes.

Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, thrusting her pelvis against my hand while squeezing my cock harder, more intensely.

I then rubbed her pussy harder, pressing the heel of my hand against her clit through her tight cut offs bringing another moan from her lips. She suddenly grabbed my balls in the palm of her, gripping them as if saying “your cock is mine.”

I could not believe this was happening but here we were looking lustfully into each others eyes, not speaking. She tightened her hand on my balls while I forcefully gripped her mound, rubbing her pussy harder both of us feeling pure animal lust, our eyes burning into each others eyes, knowing we were desperate to take each other and fuck.

She let go of my balls then again quickly moved her hand up and down my hard cock.”Mmmmmmm–nice and hard,” she whispered, moving her lips closer to mine, looking into my eyes. “I want this!”

“You do, do you?” I said, gripping her pussy, rubbing her harder with the palm of my hand, both of us daring the other to do something more aggressive. We were both hungry sexual predators waiting to escort şirinevler see who would conquer the other.

“I’m drunk,” she said.

“Good! I am too” I put my glass down next to hers then suddenly reached behind her, grabbing her ass with both hands, squeezing it and pulling her against my throbbing cock, grinding into her jean covered pussy.

Her round firm ass felt so good in my hands, the soft tight denim, the frayed edges of her cutoff, our sudden lust growing from the wine. She spread her legs wider apart and arched her back thrusting her pussy against my cock, grinding and sliding up and down my bulging cock like a pole in a strip club.

“Ohhhh you feel so good. So hard,” she said, her accent making the words sound hotter. “I want this! I want it!”she said,grinding and sliding harder and hungrier up and down my cock, my fingers squeezing and digging into ass.

Suddenly, she stood up and pushed me back against the edge of the table then got down on her knees, unbuttoning my jeans, pulling down the zipper, grabbing my cock. “Good! No underwear,” she said, gripping my cock in her fist then moved her warm tongue aggressively up and down the underside, making hungry, slurping sounds. “Mmmmmmmmmmm” she moaned as she licked my hard cock.

“Suck my cock, Suck it!”

Grabbing the base of my cock, putting the head in her mouth, she bobbed up and down, devouring my cock, hungry moaning sounds coming from her mouth. “Man, she’s horny,” I thought loving how she was attacking my cock.

“”Come on, suck my cock you slut!” I shouted, surprised I said that. I couldn’t believe my luck to find a drunk, sexy hungry woman in the middle of nowhere and here we were ten minutes after arriving getting ready to fuck each other silly. How could this be happening to me? Who was this sexy woman with the foreign accent? I grabbed the back of her head, gripping her thick dark hair in my fingers as she took my cock deeper and I started thrusting, fucking her hot mouth. She moved her mouth up and down faster, harder with each thrust. I closed my eyes feeling cum boiling, ready to explode as she devoured my cock like a sex-crazed fiend. Wanting to last longer, I suddenly pulled my cock out of her mouth, saliva dripping from her lips and grabbed her arms, lifting and twisting her body then roughly pushed her face down on the kitchen table.

“Ohhh Yes!” she screamed reaching her hands to grab the other end of the table.

Loving how her ass stretched the thin tight cut offs, her ass cheeks showing below the ragged edge, her bare legs spread wide apart. I straddled her, pressing my hard cock against her, humping her ass.

She turned her head to look at me, our eyes meeting. “You want to fuck me, don’t you? You want to give it to me hard, don’t you?

‘I love your ass,” I yelled, humping and grinding my throbbing cock into the crack of her ass through her tight cut-offs. “I’m going to fuck your brains out!”

“No you’re not,” she yelled.

“Oh yes I am,” I shouted back then suddenly grabbed the waist band, my fingers in the loops of her cut-offs, trying to pull them off of her. I wanted to fuck her so bad. “Get these off!”

“No!” she shouted, surprising me. “Stop!” She started squirming, pushing back, trying to get away. “Stop!” she shouted. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t! Let me go! Get off of me you fucking bastard!”

Stunned I knew I couldn’t stop and suddenly realized the game she was playing. She was a tease—a cock tease. She was playing a game, wanting to tease me, get me so hot and horny that I would be forced to take her even harder.

“I’m not letting you go. I know what you want!”

“No! Let me go! Let me go. You can’t do this to me.” She squirmed, pushing her self off the table. I felt her strength as she bucked hard, shoving, backing me up then quickly squirmed away, trying to run past me. “You can’t fuck me! I’m married.”

I grabbed her wrists as she tried to get away. “You’re not going anywhere, you slut!” I shouted, pulling her as she also pulled in the opposite direction, fighting me, determined to break loose. We were in a tug-of-war. I saw the fake fury in her eyes.

“Let go!” she screamed, fighting to get away. “Let go—you can’t do this—Let me go you bastard!”

“No way! You started this you little fucking tease. You can’t play games with me.” I gripped her wrist pulling her, knowing I was stronger. I stepped closer, grabbing her and wrapping my arms around her as she squirmed and struggled, pounding my chest with her fists. “Let go!” she screamed. I moved my hands to her ass, grasping her tightly and roughly pulled her against my throbbing cock, grinding into her tightly covered pussy as she arched back. “I know what you want you little teasing slut.”

She kept pounding my chest with her fists. “Stop! Stop!” she screamed.

I gripped her ass tighter, squeezing it, grinding my cock into her, the barrier of our jeans making me want her more, made me hump her harder, made me want escort halkalı to rip off her cut-offs sand take her on the kitchen floor.

I pushed her ass hard against the table, bending her, forcing her to lay on her back, her legs wide apart, her bare feet on the floor. I stood between her legs, grinding my cock harder, shoving the seam into her pussy. “I’m going to fuck you!”

“No! No!” she screamed. “Let me go! Let me go! You can’t fuck me!”

“Yes I can. You started this. You can’t play your cock teasing games with me and get away with it. I know what a drunk slut like you wants.”

Suddenly, squirming and sliding back on the table, she lifted her bare feet to my chest and kicked hard, pushing me back with her strong legs, forcing me to let her go. As I grabbed at her, she jumped off the table, pushing me fiercely with her arms and dashed out of the kitchen, down the dark hall, laughing.

It was dark and I didn’t know my way around the house. I picked up the candle deciding to play her little cat and mouse game, knowing how horny she was. “We’ll see who wins this game!” I shouted, walking after her down the dark hall, my cock hanging out of my jeans.

Hearing her laughing as she ran, I followed, walking down the hall in the dim candle light. Thunder roared and bolts of lighting cracked sending a quick flare. I saw her at the other end of the hall, opening a door, looking back at me before disappearing into the dark room.

I made my way down the narrow hall, holding the candle, my cock still hard. Standing in the doorway, I saw her light another candle on the table then get on the bed. Leaning back against the pillows, her legs bent, her knees wide apart, her hand squeezed inside her unbuttoned tight cut-offs, fingering her pussy. She smiled, moving her tongue sensually on her lips as I came closer. She looked up at me then bit her lower lip, her hand moving harder inside the tight crotch of her cut-offs. She smiled at me, looking hot and knowing it.

Without a word, I put my candle on the table next to hers and got on the bed, my knees between her wide open legs, my big fat hard cock hanging out of my unzipped jeans. I saw her looking at it, her tongue licking her lips. I moved closer to her, hovering over her, holding my cock just above her hand inside her cut-offs, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy. I looked down watching her fucking herself while she looked at my hard cock in my fist.

“You want this cock don’t you?”

“And you want this cunt!

We look hungrily into each others eyes, my hand gripping my cock, her hand squeezed into her tight cut offs, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy making slushy sucking sounds. I wanted her but I wanted to drive her crazy. We stared at each other, smiling, knowing we were playing a dangerous game, teasing and tantalizing each other. Another loud rumble of thunder, a flashing crack of lightening, the hard rain pounding against the windows added electricity to our lust as we looked into each others eyes, our animalistic lust building, my fist gripping my cock moving faster up and down, jerking off just above her fingers fucking herself, straining the tight wet crotch of her cut-offs, her mouth open as she fucked herself faster, harder both of us getting closer, on the verge of exploding.

The room was dark except for the dim light from the candles. Suddenly, I grabbed her hand, pulling it out of her pussy, gripping it then grabbed her other hand and lifted her arms high above her head, holding them in mine against the headboard causing her tits to strain her tight blouse, her nipples hard, my cock just above her pussy, her legs bent and spread wide apart. She suddenly lifted her ass off the bed, thrusting her tight jean covered pussy towards my cock. I backed away, keeping my cock above her as she reached desperately for it. I wanted to tease her, play with her, drive her insane, turn this sex-starved woman into a wanton wildcat who would fuck me like I’ve never been fucked.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Don’t do this to me!” she screamed, lifting her ass higher off the bed, arching her back, straining to reach my cock.

“See what happens when you play games with me,” I said, looking into her hungry eyes. I held her hands tightly against the headboard, my cock hovering above her half opened jeans as she arched, straining desperately to get my cock.

Suddenly, I let go of her hands and quickly reached under her and grabbed her ass, lifting her off the bed, pulling and holding her hard against my cock I could not believe how much I wanted to thrust deep into her pussy and take her. Suddenly, I pounced on her, driving her back to the pillows, my hands still gripping her ass, the length of my hard cock grinding into her jean covered pussy. She let go of the headboard, grabbing my ass, holding me against her, grinding into me as I humped her, fucking her through her half opened cut-offs. No longer were we playing games. This was drunk, raw, lust.

Letting go of her ass, I grabbed the waist band of her cut-offs, pulling hard. She lifted her ass, squirming, helping me get them over her hips. I peeled them down her smooth legs then tossed them across the room while she pushed frantically at my jeans, forcing them off of me. I squirmed out of them and threw them over my head, her loud voice screaming “Take me! Take me!”

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I was sitting at my desk on the phone with my boss talking about important business when my male secretary, a very strong and handsome man came in with some papers for me to sign. He crossed the floor and placed them on my desk. He looked angry with me and I gave him a questioningly look, to which he returned with a smile.

I watched with interest as he came around to my side of the desk and lifted me up and placed me on the desk. He then sat in my chair. I was about to say something with my boss need me to talk to him about something. I had to answer the boss.

Soon I was in grossed in the conversation ignoring my mischievous secretary until I felt his hands on my thighs as he lifted up my skirt. I smacked his hands away but he continued to shove my skirt up around my hips. He then moved his chair closer and spread my legs, within seconds he had ripped my pants off, making me make grunt with force of it all. Again I had to answer the question of my boss, knowing what my secretary was about to. I closed my eyes and waited, I could feel his breath at my junction between my thighs. I felt his tongue flick my clit. Instant, shock waves ran through me. I could feel myself becoming very wet as he continues escort bakırköy to massage my clit with his tongue. I tried to wiggle away from his tongue so I could talk properly but he wrapped his arm around my bum and pulled me closer. He places his tongue inside and began imitating a penis driving me wild. I could feel my orgasm coming my gasps were becoming obvious. I knew this was exactly what wanted as he stepped up his movement. I came gushing over his tongue he seemed to love it lapping it up. He got up and smiled and left the room as if nothing had happened between them.

I continued my conversation with my boss, and waited till home time when we would be alone to confront him about his actions. Praying my boss on the other end would not be suspicious. But what happened just moments ago couldn’t happen again.

I called him in with every intention of scolding him for taking such liberties with me. As soon as he walked in he picked me up and placed me on the desk scattering the papers, the phone everything on my desk to the floor, before I could protest his strong lips were over mine and he was lying on top of me. With one thrust he was inside escort bahçelievler me fucking me harder than I had ever been fucked.

I enjoyed it, the strength his body to pick me up so effortless thrilled me, the way his penis buck against me drove me wild. In short violent thrusts, each time driving in has deep as he could. His tongue drugged me creating swirling sensations in my stomach. The way he kissed me made me feel like I was his everything.

He leaned up and took me with him, so that I was now sitting up on the edge of the desk as he drove into me. He pushed me down on the desk taking my thigh and holding them as he stood at the end of the desk still pounding me. He didn’t speak he just moaned with me as if he was enjoying the friction he was creating. He was a considered lover as he didn’t come inside me instead he pulled out and replaced his penis with his tongue until I came once again over his mouth. I watched as he jerked himself until he came all over the floor.

“James I really must protest” I began but he hadn’t finished with me. He covered me with is lips and began rubbing himself on me driving me wild. I could feel him harden escort zeytinburnu again.

“Again?” I managed to ask in between his drugging kiss.

He nodded with a smile. “You’ve been naught ignoring me all day?”

“No I haven’t,” I replied innocently,

“I think you have,” he said entering me slowly.

“Are you going to punish me?” I asked as he pushed himself deep within me causing a soft moan to escape me lips. His movements were slow and deliberate.

“I’m going to fuck you until you cum, I want my name on your lips.”

“James” I whispered feeling such power as he closed his eyes and thrusted his hips sharply into me. Then pulled out slowly and pushed in extra slowly until I whispered

“James” into his ear, the next thrust was sharp telling me what I need to do.

I continued to say his name as he thrusted into me with deep violent bursts. I loved watching his face as he pierced me. Soon I could only manage as whisper as my orgasm built to its climax. As it burst I called his name, and he smiled. He then pumped hard and quick in me keeping it going, making me scream again. I could feel his orgasm coming.

“Cum in me now” I begged afraid he withdraw.

He smiled as he bucked hard then stiffened his body jerked as his inside me, His “OH God” was so delicious.

“Now James” I began in my authoritative tone, “I think I will ignore you again tomorrow.” I said breathlessly as we both got dressed.

“You better” he said with a brief kiss before he left the office.

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Sooner or later there comes a time in some young men’s lives when their perception of their Mother will change. She will go from being just Mom to something more primal, something more sexual. It’s impossible to say what will trigger this change, a fleeting glimpse of an exposed breast, a Mother’s sweet embrace that lasted just a little bit too long, or perhaps by nothing at all. Hormones will rage and imaginations will take flight when the demons whisper that anything is possible. When this transition will occur is anybody’s guess. For Timothy Green it was just about to happen.

Sarah Green was stretched out on the couch still dressed in her work clothes, a pale blue silk blouse and knee length black skirt. On her legs she wore tan stockings held up by an old-fashioned white garter belt. She loved the way the garter belt made her feel sexy. She’d gotten home from the office where she was a legal secretary around five-thirty and went about her normal routine. After placing her purse on the stand near the front door and hanging up her blazer, she’d gone into the kitchen and made dinner. She’d decided since it was Friday she’d treat herself to a few glasses of wine. A few had turned into several. Frustrated with trying to find something to watch she had switched off the TV and just enjoyed the quiet time and the wine. Without realizing it she had slowly slid down on the couch and drifted off with her head propped on the arm of it. The darker the room got, the deeper she slept.

He felt cursed. First his girlfriend that he had been living with decided she no longer liked their arrangement. Since the place was in her name he had been forced to ask his Mom if he could stay at her house until he could find a place of his own. The thought of being twenty-one and living with his Mother didn’t sit too well with him. Then, to make matters worse his boss at the lumber mill informed him that he was going to be working the swing shift for a couple months. That was two weeks ago. So instead of getting home at a decent hour he was trudging into the house closer to midnight. His Mom had taken it upon herself to make sure he had a meal waiting for him when he got home. All he had to do was throw it into the microwave.

As was his routine he entered the house through the back door and went straight to the kitchen after getting home. He placed the plate of food in the microwave, took a beer out of the fridge and drank several swallows. It wasn’t long before the dinger on the microwave chimed. After devouring the food and putting his dish in the dishwasher he downed the beer and took another to sip in the front room. Like most nights he was bone tired. He figured he’d drink the beer, watch a little TV then jump in the shower before turning in. He was grateful that he had the next two days off.

Timothy made his way to the front room, the light from the kitchen barely illuminating the end of the couch. He sat down and reached up to the lamp on the end table and turned it on. The light from the 40-watt bulb lit up the couch and some of the surrounding area. He turned and started to reach for the remote that was always kept on the coffee table when he saw his Mother lying there. His breath caught in his throat. His Mother was on her back with one arm draped over her eyes and the other one was dangling off the side of the couch. She had spread her outside leg over enough that her foot had fallen to the floor while her other leg was bent at the knee and leaning against the back of the couch. Her skirt was hiked up to the point that Timothy could clearly see her crotch. She had on a pair of pale blue satin panties that almost matched the color of her blouse. Somehow the panties had worked their way into her cleft leaving her puffy outer lips exposed. The sight of her lightly furred lips combined with the garter belt had an immediate impact on him. He felt his penis begin to swell. Shame washed over him instantly. This was his Mother he was looking at. Never in his life had he thought of her in any way other than as the woman who gave him life and unconditional love. But now his thoughts were taking a disturbing turn. Try as he might he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her exposed crotch, nor could he stop the blood from rushing to his cock. Disgusted with himself he stood, gazed one more time at his Mother’s partially exposed womanhood, and then fled back to the safety of the kitchen. He leaned against the counter near the sink and gulped down the beer. His emotions were torn between the love he felt for his Mom and the pure unadulterated lust that swelled in his pants. He got another beer from the fridge then leaned back against the counter sipping it slowly, praying his penis would deflate quickly.

Sarah heard her son come into the room and sit down. She opened her eyes just enough to peek under the arm she had over her face. As soon as the light came on she realized how obscenely she was laying, but for some reason chose not to do anything about it. She watched her boy turn his head and spy her wanton display. His eyes grew wide and the hand holding his beer began to tremble, but he didn’t look away. She noticed the look of hunger on his face; zonguldak escort the same look of hunger his Dad used to get before they made love. She felt a tiny spark seep into her pussy, she was sure she was getting wet. When her son stood up the spark almost turned into a flame. His pants were bulged way out in front. She felt the increase in her vaginal secretions. This was so wrong she told herself. How could her own son be arousing her? Granted, it had been some time since she’d felt a man, any man, inside her. Five years to be exact. That’s how long it has been since Mike, her husband of more than twenty years, had died in an auto accident. As soon as Tim was out of the room she jumped up and raced to her bedroom.

Timothy struggled with his emotions for a bit before deciding to return to the front room. His mind fought with the idea of gazing at his Mother’s charms some more, or being a good son and covering her up. He wasn’t about to wake her. If he did he was sure she would know that he’d been looking at things he shouldn’t be looking at. Relief washed over him when he saw that she was no longer on the couch. He sat down and sipped at his beer, the image of her nearly naked crotch burned into his brain.

Sarah quietly shut the door to her darkened bedroom then leaned back against it. Her hands were clasped together at her chest and her heart was racing. She couldn’t get the image of her sons bulge out of her head. Nor could she quell the tingling in her vagina. What’s wrong with you, that is your son you’re lusting over she reminded herself. Shaking her head to clear away the whispering demons of lust, she flipped on the light and walked over in front of her dresser mirror. Slowly she began to undress. When everything was at a heap around her feet she glanced in the mirror and studied her figure. Her eyes lingered over her breasts capped with large dark brown areolas. She was proud of them. Even at forty-three they still hung firm and full on her chest. She wasn’t surprised to see that her eraser-sized nipples were stiff. Her eyes traveled over the smooth flat stomach and down to the modest, trimmed brown bush on her mound. One hand came up and lightly touched a nipple. It was super sensitive. She shuddered. She shuddered once more when the same hand went down over her tummy and found her mound, the middle fingertip making contact with her aroused clitoris. She pressed the finger tighter against the bud. The small orgasm that followed caught her completely by surprise. The demons in her head whispered their approval.

Timothy Green was fighting his own whispering demons. You want what you saw, don’t you, they whispered over and over. Disgust, shame and lust ripped through him at the same time. Frustrated he finished his beer and went to the bathroom next to his Mother’s bedroom. Not thinking he forgot to shut the door all the way before he stripped and climbed under the water in the shower. As he lathered himself up the picture of his Mom’s pussy pushed to the front of his brain. By the time he started to lather up his genitalia his cock was almost completely hard. The slickness of the soap combined with the warmth of his hand felt too good. Closing his eyes he let his fingers wrap around the thick shaft of his penis and he started slowly stroking it.

Sarah threw on her fluffy floor length robe and stepped out of her bedroom. She was going to see if Tim was still up. Maybe if she talked with him then the unhealthy urge would purge itself from her being. As she neared the bathroom she noticed the door was ajar and the water was running. The demons whispered loudly. Slowly she inched the door further open until she was able to see the shower stall. The droplets of water on the clear glass door did nothing to mask the sight of her son. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell upon Tim’s hand stroking what appeared to be a seven-inch penis that was hard and thick. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. As if her hand had a mind of its own she reached into the opening at the top of her robe and touched her fingertips to the stiff ripe nipple of her right breast. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips.

Timothy heard the gasp and opened his eyes to slits. His hand worked his cock as his head tilted just enough to see the bathroom door. The sight of his Mother standing in the doorway with one hand over her mouth and the other one hidden inside the folds of her robe caused him to swell even more. He knew he should stop what he was doing, but knowing that his Mom was watching him masturbate only heightened the pleasure he was feeling. He closed his eyes again and started stroking his cock faster and faster. The mental image of his Mother’s nakedness danced in his head while the demons whispered their encouragement. Turning to face the shower door he opened his eyes and stared directly at her, just as the largest load of semen he’d ever shot blasted against the clear glass door and ran down the front of it. The demons in his head whispered their delight as his knees buckled and he slumped back against the shower wall, his hand pumping the last vestiges of cum from his balls.

The flame bursa escort in Sarah Green’s pussy ignited as she watched her son’s sperm run down the front of the shower door. Her pussy quivered and fluid seeped out to dribble down the inside of her thighs. She choked back a moan as she ran to her bedroom. As soon as she had her door shut she flung off her robe, flipped off the light and jumped onto the bed. She bit down on the knuckles of one hand as she shoved two fingers from the other deep into her soaked slit. The demons whispered merrily as her back arched off the bed and her body stiffened, caught in the throes of the most exquisite orgasm that she’d ever experienced.

Timothy felt guilt ridden as he made his way to the kitchen the next morning in just his robe. How was he going to explain his actions to his Mother? What had possessed him to continue whacking off when he knew his Mother was watching? And what about the dreams that had caused him to toss and turn all night? Vile dreams of ravaging his Mother in every possible position. He almost fled when he saw her sitting at the table sipping a cup of coffee.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” Sarah greeted her son.

“Morning Mom,” he replied sheepishly.

“Something wrong Tim?”

“Nah, just didn’t sleep too well. How bout you?”

“I slept like a rock,” she answered, tipping her cup up to hide the tiny smile playing on her lips.

It was true; she had slept like a rock. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so well. Now all she had to do was get through the day without acknowledging what took place in the bathroom. She was pretty sure that Tim wouldn’t bring it up. Judging by the way he avoided looking her in the eyes, she was sure he was feeling rather embarrassed. If he did mention her standing there she’d just tell him she didn’t see anything. Plus she could chastise him for leaving the bathroom door open while he was showering. Problem solved. She rose and fetched the coffee carafe.

Timothy watched her walk over and pick up the carafe then turn and head toward the table. She poured herself another cup then leaned across the table to fill his cup. As she poured the top of her fluffy robe opened enough that Tim could see the swell of each breasts. He tried to avert his eyes before she caught him looking but didn’t quite make it. His face reddened when he noticed her staring at him. After sitting back down she asked if he had any plans for the day. When he told her he didn’t she asked if he wanted to hang out with her by the pool. He started to say no, but the demons whispered yes.

“Sure, that sounds like fun Mom,” poured out.

“Good. I’ve got some shopping to do first, but I should be done by two.”

Sarah finished her coffee and went to change. She could feel her sensitive nipples scrapping against the fabric of her robe as she headed to her bedroom. She knew her son had seen her breasts when she’d bent over. She also knew that she’d done it deliberately. What she was having trouble with was figuring out why she’d done it. Just like she couldn’t figure out why she had this overpowering urge to buy a new swimsuit, perhaps something a little more provocative than her standard two-piece. A chill crept down her spine as she brushed her short brown hair. Tim was still sitting at the table when she left.

The inflatable raft bobbed lazily as Timothy lay on his back staring up at the clear blue sky. His Mom had returned a short time ago and went straight to her room. He had set up a pitcher of iced tea on the patio table then grabbed the raft and lowered himself into the cool water. Getting on the raft was a lot harder than it had been when he was a kid. Hearing the sliding glass door to the patio open he turned his head and saw his Mother walking toward the pool. Normally she wore a two-piece outfit that left a lot to the imagination. What she was wearing now had his mouth drooping open and his eyes as big around as saucers. The slinky black suit’s top was two small triangles of fabric that barely covered her nipples, the white soft swell of her breasts spilling out on either side. When she turned to place her towel on one of the chaise lounges he could see her round firm ass cheeks. He couldn’t believe that she was wearing a thong. His trunks were suddenly getting uncomfortable in the groin area.

She turned and smiled at him, her soft brown eyes hidden behind the lenses of her large sunglasses. The look on his face and the growing bulge in his pants told her all she needed to know. The demons in the back of her mind giggled. She slipped out of her sandals and went to the corner of the pool to use the stairs. Her son’s eyes never left her as she wadded into the pool, going in only far enough for the water to crest over her chest. Once wet she stepped back out and laid down on the lounge with her towel under her. She couldn’t help but laugh when he tried to shift position and tipped the raft over.

Timothy swallowed a mouthful of water as he went under. When he surfaced he heard her laughter over his coughing. Making his way to the side of the pool he propped malatya escort his arms on the edge and said very funny. This brought a new round of laughter from her so contagious that he couldn’t help but join in. His eyes lingered over her as he waited for the swelling in his pants to go down enough to safely get out of the pool. It took a while. Instead of hauling himself out over the side he used the stairs like she had done.

Sarah couldn’t help but admire his muscular body as he climbed out of the pool. He was so much like his Father when he’d been that age. He was tall, almost six-foot, with a lean and chiseled physique. His curly brown hair was plastered to his head and his bright green eyes, another gift from his Dad, sparkled with life. Her heart skipped a beat as he climbed out of the pool and headed her way. The closer he got, the more pronounced the tingling in her pussy became. She watched him stop and fill two glasses with tea then walk over to stand above her. He handed one to her but made no move to leave or sit down. She took the glass and sipped the tea. She could see his eyes roaming over her nearly naked body.

“Like my new suit?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah…it’s uh…it’s uh,” he stammered.

“It’s what?” she asked, feigning concern. “You don’t think I’m too old for it, do you?”

“God no! You look good in it. I mean like…Wow!” he managed to reply, the bulge in his pants returning.

“Thanks,” she whispered huskily, closing her eyes to block the sight of his bulging manhood.

The rest of the day went by too swiftly for both of them. Each had spent most of their time at the pool secretly admiring the other. Afterwards they’d changed, him in worn sweats and a t-shirt and her in cut-off jeans with an oversized man’s button down shirt. Dinner was ordered through the local pizza place, followed by an evening of watching television snuggled up against each other. Talk was kept to a minimum, each caught up in their own thoughts. Sleep was a long time coming for each of them as they lay in their beds trying to ignore the demons whispers.

Timothy slept well past noon. When he finally stumbled into the kitchen he found a note from his Mom. Some kind of mix-up at the office needed fixing. She wrote that she should be home in time for dinner, but wasn’t positive. A wave of relief washed over him. He knew he couldn’t see her in that swim suit again and not do something stupid. His thoughts about his Mother were spiraling out of control. The demons in his mind were constantly whispering suggestions to him. Suggestions so lewd and outrageous that he was sure he would lose his mind for even considering any of them. Instead of hanging around the house he went over to a friends. They ended up going clubbing later in hopes of getting lucky with the girls. By eleven Timothy was passed out on his friends couch while his friend snored on the floor in front of the TV.

Timothy started his workweek off with a hangover. He didn’t mind; he was just grateful that his schedule allowed him to avoid running into his Mother. It wasn’t that he didn’t love her. Quite the opposite, he loved her too much. He just didn’t trust himself around her. He would never be able to forgive himself if he did something to jeopardize their relationship. By mid-week the whispers died down in his head. When Friday rolled around they were silent.

Sarah lay in her bed with the door open listening to her son going about his normal routine. Since her husband’s death she’d been unable to sleep with the door closed. The only drawback to leaving it open was she had to be conservative in what she wore to bed. Even though he didn’t know it, she was aware that Tim always checked on her before he turned in for the night. She’d gotten used to sleeping with a nightlight on so he could see that she was okay. Most times he’d just stand in the doorway looking in, but occasionally he would come to the side of the bed, pull her covers around her shoulders and plant a dainty kiss on her forehead before leaving. This week had been no exception; only this week she’d been awake each time he’d done it. Tonight she’d do what she’d done all week; she would lie there pretending to be asleep. Only this time she would be almost naked under the covers. Her nipples grew stiff from anticipation as the demons whispered their excitement.

He finished his meal, put away his mess and retired to the front room. Tonight he drank a glass of wine instead of a beer. He didn’t bother turning the television on, he sat quietly sipping the wine and enjoying the silence around him. It felt good not having the demons whispering inside his head. For thirty minutes he slumped back on the couch sipping the wine and letting his tired muscles relax. Placing the empty glass on the coffee table he headed down the hall, but instead of checking on his Mother he decided to shower first. He let the hot water cascade over his body loosening his muscles even more than the wine had. Finished he dried off and wrapped the damp towel around his waist. He stepped out of the bathroom and started heading to his room for something to wear. For reason he couldn’t explain, he decided to check on his Mom first. The small glow of her nightlight grew brighter as he approached her door. When he reached the threshold he saw her lying on her side facing the door, the covers up around her shoulders. He smiled to himself, his heart filling with love. She looked so beautiful lying there.

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