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It was a warm spring day with low humidity, but very sunny and with a light breeze, enough to where you could hear the leaves on the trees rustling. It is a perfect day to get naked and jump into the hot tub outside after a tough workout. My friend’s house had a secluded back yard so it was easy to be out there naked without drawing attention. Before that, my lady friend and I decided to relax and have a nice lunch and talk a bit. She was really into yoga but did a variety of exercise to stay in shape, so she had a very fit body and strong core. There was no telling that this woman was just over ten years by senior, but she was very hot. Beautiful face, smile and eyes, along with a contagious laugh. I’m an average athletic male with muscular legs, pretty proportionate but outweighing my female counterpart significantly, making it easy to vary our positioning and try some new stuff. It’s a healthy lunch with some fresh vegetables and lean protein and some low music playing in the background. Although it did take her some time to make it, because I kept going up to her while she was at the counter and would start kissing her from behind and rubbing up against her, causing her to grab the back of my head or rub my cock from the outside of my clothes.

After finally finishing lunch, we made our way out to her back patio and to her hot tub. As we got closer we started taking our clothes off, taking our time to get into the tub, it is slippery you know. It feels good to be free with those jets massaging tight muscles and everything just hanging out! To see her bahis siteleri breasts just floating freely and out there just took my breath away! We are seated across from each other as we just sit back and relax. I have my head back and eyes closed as the jets massage my back and parts of my thighs. I feel something sliding up my leg to my crotch, she is reaching over with her feet and playing with my cock and balls as I look up briefly to see her smiling seductively and I just smile and lay my head back down and enjoy it. When my cock really starts to harden, I make my way over to her, kissing her lips and breasts as they peek out over the water and she massages my cock as my lips start making their way around both sides of her neck. She starts caressing my body, moving her hands from my hips to my chest and playing with my nipples then slowly back down to my inner thighs and cock. As I start to stand up straight, she kisses my abdomen slowly moving to my lower abdomen and on either side of my cock, using her hand to steady it as she licks it up and down until finally putting it into her mouth. I put my hands out to the side of the tub to steady myself as she sucks and strokes my penis with a passion that says she really wants it inside her, actually moaning as she continues to suck and stroke me.

She grabs my arm to pull me down towards her as she reclines back on the tub’s bench, grabbing my cock when I’m close enough and directs it into her pussy with a loud moan. Her legs are wrapped around me and her arms are above her head as she grabs canlı bahis siteleri the top of the hot tub, while my hands are outside of hers. I’m trying not to pump her too hard because the water would keep splashing in her face, but I do vary the speeds a little just for fun, her face keeping the same passionate expression throughout. She takes her hands and starts massaging my chest and says she wants to suck my cock some more, lightly pushing my chest so I can back up and give her room to start sucking and stroking my cock. She has the best cadence of sucking and stroking that makes it feel real good until I decide to return the favor, having her slide back up so she is sitting on the side of the tub.

As I kiss her inner thigh, I work my way in to her clit, licking and sucking it until I stick my tongue between her pussy lips, licking rapidly as I pleasure her clit with my thumb and she has one hand on my head. I move her legs over my shoulders and pick her up enough so I am kneeling in the water on the bench and her shoulders leaning on the side of the tub as I continue to lick her pussy as she begins to moan louder. I stop only a moment to ask if she wants my cock inside her, continuing again until she says, “yes, I want to feel you inside me!” She slides down to the bench as I have her bent over, grabbing the side of the tub as I penetrate her juicy pussy from behind, pounding her hard. She starts moaning loudly and continually expressing to fuck her harder and continues saying, “yes, yes, ahh, that’s so good!” I keep right güvenilir bahis on pounding as the water splashes around until she says she wants to be on top riding me as she looks into my eyes. So I slow down then let her up as I recline on the bench and she climbs on, slowly guiding my hard cock deep into her pussy.

She starts moving her hips slowly as she begins to ride my rod, leaning back slightly as her lean abdominals become more evident the more she moves her hips. It kind of makes it hard to caress her breasts but I still try while also enjoying them bouncing up and down and hear her joyful, passionate moans. She keeps asking me if I like it and if it feels good, between her moaning and telling me how much she likes it, and of course I give her nice short answers something along the line of “yes!” As she rides me harder and harder, and boobs bouncing, I tell her I’m about to cum right before she tells me and we cum together, both bodies gyrating with ecstasy and she leans forward onto me. Wrapping her arms around me as I keep moving my hips, trying to work all of the cum out while inside her, she’s holding me tight kissing my lips and neck.

We both get out and lie in the sun to dry off, but as we are lying there she starts to caress my body, licking, and playfully biting my nipples as she began to fondle my balls and cock. As my cock starts to get hard, she continues to kiss my lips, neck and chest while teasing y nipples and she begins to stroke my cock. She pulls one leg over top of nine to allow me to pleasure her pussy with one hand as she jerks me off faster and faster, while still teasing my nipples, until cum explodes out of my cock and she moans from her own orgasm. Gently, she rubs the cum around my abdomen, kissing it and the tip of my penis, then just lies there half on me as the sun sets on the horizon.

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The following story was edited by Fullcore2, to whom I am very grateful. It was held up in editing for almost a month and represents my first attempt at a story for this site. Feedback is deeply appreciated, be it positive or negative and especially if it is constructive. – PSLL

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It had been years since I discovered physical love with my older brother. Not full sex mind you, just the joy of touching and being touched between two people. Two people old enough to want it but too young to really know any better. Truthfully, I started to doubt that it really happened and began to wonder if it wasn’t just some trick of my memory seeing as we never talked about it; and that seemed like something we would have talked about at some point. There was some apprehension right after it happened, a mix of terror at what we had done mixed with the yearning to do it again. But time went on; I found other boys, he found other girls and it just never came up.

I read somewhere that incest between siblings was the most common kind; despite the fact father-daughter cases get all the press. It was immensely comforting to know that I wasn’t a freak, that maybe my friends might have had the same tight-lipped guilt as me. I even considered admitting it once or twice in intimate late night chats, just throwing it out there and seeing if that broke some tactfully ignored wall between me and my confidant. I never did. Hell, I probably wouldn’t even be admitting it here behind the veil of Internet anonymity and knowing full well that my story would soon be lost in the vast galaxy of perversions, except that it happened again. This time we were both older and experienced enough to not only understand what we were doing, but to also embrace it.

Between my sophomore and junior years in college I returned home, working a summer job my dad had lined up for me in his office. It was nice to be back home with my friends, catching up on who were doing what and seeing how all those big high school plans were turning out. Environment changes people and I felt like an entirely different person back at home than I was at college; frequenting forgotten hang-outs and remembering how awesome stupid high school pastimes were. There were differences, of course. We had all discovered the joys of alcohol in and out of moderation. We talked about the new and exciting ideas we were getting exposed to; late night conversations bastardizing Marx and quantum physics had been elevated to a new level. It was a brief, magical interlude where the wisdom of growing up met the carefree nature of youth and I loved it.

My brother had just graduated. He had a job all lined up for the fall, so he was back in town for one last real summer and we were probably closer now than we’d ever been. He was feeling the weight of the world coming down on his shoulders and I was doing the best I could to be a supportive sister. Mostly that meant making little diversions whenever our parents started drilling him too hard about his long term plans, but it also meant being a sympathetic ear when he needed it.

One night we were watching some late night TV down in the living room. Even in July it managed to be cool enough down there that cuddling under a blanket was pleasant thing to do. I was nestled up against my brother, my head resting on his shoulder. He’d always been more of a jock than me; all lean muscle opposed my soft curves. I did my cardio and all that, but I was still a couple of pounds north of where I wanted to be. A fair sized cluster of empty beer bottles testified to our states of mild intoxication and the warm glow of alcohol spreading through my body made him seem all the more snuggleable.

We were talking about how we were growing apart. We spoke of how things used to be and how things would change; how we would see each other and our parents less now. We’d hated each other when we were little. I told him how he’d been a brat, pulling my hair or teasing me with his friends. He laughed about and apologized, playfully bumping up against me. I was grinning like an idiot. I felt so perfect being there with the person I shared so much of my life with, talking, laughing and feeling his firm, steady body against mine. He felt so good right there, pressed up against me…

Then the talking stopped. We sat there, a heavy silence hanging over us. I felt it suffocating me. There was something between us, like a wedge, separating us and I was desperate to tear it away and get back to that moment of being so perfectly in synch with my brother. I wanted to feel like I could share myself with him. I wanted to be truly and completely open with him, but I knew I couldn’t. It was almost physically painful to feel how cut off I was from him. I knew needed to end it, knew I had break the flood gate. We sat there in uncomfortable quiet for a few moments until I couldn’t take it anymore. I spoke softly, having to shakily force each word out.

“Do you remember those games we used bahis siteleri to play?” I asked.

Even as I said it was panicking, telling myself I was an idiot for saying it. Maybe they had never happened and he would just be confused. Or maybe he would remember them and think I was sick, yearning for them when he was just being friendly. Maybe I would just drive him further away. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, swallowing down the knot in my throat.

He looked at me, eyes wide in surprise, nervous. “You mean the bed games?” he said.

So they had happened and he knew exactly what I was talking about. But what now, I thought. Was this just a memory for him? Or did he want it to? It wasn’t too late to play it off as a silly reminiscence, to deny that familiar spark I felt; my nipples were perking up under my bra, eager feeling between my legs.

“Yeah,” I managed with a nervous laugh.

He shuffled a bit in his seat, managing to face me a little more. He was wearing a t-shirt that spread over his broad chest, so manly now. I didn’t quite manage to close my lips and I could feel them half parted.

“I do,” he said. At that my mind reeled for a couple of moments. I wanted a signal. A definite signal. Something to let me know I was not going to make myself into an idiot, or worse, a pervert. I wanted it again, but I couldn’t say it.

“Was I any good?” I asked lamely. Of course I hadn’t been good.

He laughed, a sly half grin on his face as he shook his head. He was playing it off. That was a relief. It had been a mistake to bring it up. I had been stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Well… I still think about it sometimes,” he said, more confident now. His hand was resting on my knee and making my heart flutter. I had broken up with my last boyfriend before finals and I hadn’t been touched like that in a while. Was I misreading it? Should I make a move? It was wrong, maybe I should just walk out, maybe the silence was better.

“So do I.” I almost hiccupped the words.

He leaned in closer to me, his face hovering over mine, a few days’ stubble accentuating his rugged tan as he gently stroked my cheek. I could feel my breath coming too fast and shallow to do much good. I felt lightheaded as his lips drifted to mine, brushing them in a fleeting trial kiss.

“You were always cute when you were nervous, and you always got so damned nervous,” he said with a chuckle.

God, I didn’t expect him to be this forward, this confident, this… masculine. His slightly parted lips came to mine again starting a second, deeper kiss in slow motion. It wasn’t too late; I could tell him he was reading me wrong, that I had just been remembering times long gone. I could still walk away, be normal. I didn’t though. Instead I tilted my head back, feeling his lips against mine. I felt the warmth of his mouth meeting mine, our tongues intertwining as his arms slipped around me, pulling me against his body. I could feel my tits pressed against his chest and I made muffled noises into his mouth as my arms slid around him.

I don’t know how long we made out but we definitely weren’t the clumsy teens we had been, him in particular. He was strong, confident, and assertive. His hands roved over the arch of my back, pulling me against him so I felt enveloped in his body. I wanted to wrap myself up in him like a blanket and lose myself. He broke the kiss and his lips found their way to my neck, right under the corner of my jaw as he wet it with his lips for a moment before his teeth grazed gently over it. I tossed my head back, offering that secret sweet spot up to him, gasping as I stared at the ceiling hugging tightly to him. Our bodies rubbed against each other through our shirts as my fingers clawed clumsily at his back.

“You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you sis?” he asked in a bemused, hungry voice between kisses on my cheek bones.

“And you didn’t?” I teased back, still flustered. I ran a hand up his neck, cupping the back of his head as I kissed his ear, the low thrum of arousal drowning out my nervousness.

“Maybe…”

Our lips locked in another kiss. My brother’s hand was in my lap rubbing my upper thigh, threatening to give me what I wanted. I scooted my hips forward on the couch and put my hand on his as muffled sounds of urgency escaped my mouth. As I melted into him his fingers brushed my mons and I spread my thighs, offering myself up to him. What if mom or dad woke up? Would they hear us? See us there? The nervous buzz blurred my arousal and amplified it as his hand lay flat on my pussy, rubbing me through my pants.

He pulled back, smiling at my clumsy attempts to follow him. I knew he was enjoying it. Enjoying seeing my need and knowing that he was controlling it, stoking it. All I could do was make a half-formed plea and stare the rising bulge in his pants, realising I wasn’t the only one feeling the need, the want.

“You always were canlı bahis siteleri eager sis…” he teased as he slipped his fingers under the waist of my pants and panties. He was touching me were no brother should ever touch his sister. I looked up at him afraid yet eager, wanting it so bad but knowing that I shouldn’t. I felt like a virgin all over again.

He crooked his finger, tickled the top of my cleft and teased my clit making me suck in a sudden, shaky breath.

“I missed seeing you like this, but do you know what I really missed?” As he spoke his free hand undid his pants, the zipper easing down. I could see the white briefs stretched out over his cock. It was hidden away and straining against its confines, wanting me like I wanted it.

“Get down there sis.” He ordered as his hand slid out of my panties. I think he wanted to give me a little push down but I was off the couch before he could, slipping straight to my knees and waddling between his thighs. Instead, he pulled down his briefs and his turgid shaft popped out in front of my face.

It was big and veiny, curving up defiantly against gravity and bobbing in my face with his pulse. Confronted with his manhood I felt the full awkward weight of freedom. He wasn’t guiding me anymore, and now I had to take charge, had to lead our obscene dance. I laughed nervously, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, feeling the hot blood throb through it.

“It’s bigger than I remembered.”

He chuckled and rand his fingers through my hair, knees propped wide to let me in. “You’ve grown a lot too sis.”

Lost for words, I leaned in and flicked the tip of tone across the smooth round head of his cock. He moaned and leaned back and I could feel his hand grip the back of his head. I had a flash in my mind of my dad coming down and imagined how I would have to jump upright and buy my brother time to put himself away. The horrifying, ridiculous image made me laugh again.

“Oh, you like that huh?” he asked, petting my scalp again.

“Mm hm…” I affirmed as I lifted his fucktool and lay my tongue flat against the bottom, dragging it slowly up.

He sank back into the couch, moaning, fingers tangled in my hair. That is what I love about blowjobs, the feeling of giving myself to my partner, being an instrument of their pleasure. The fact that he was my brother and this was sick and wrong added to the thrill, gave an energy that charged the slow, wet attentions of my tongue.When his shaft was slathered with my spittle I pulled back and looked at its glistening wet length as I licked my lips. I felt him stir and look down at me wondering what I was doing, his eyes pleading, wanting my mouth back on him. After a brief moment, I dove down onto his cock, feeling it between my lips and holding it in my mouth as I let go of it with my hands. His pant covered thighs brushed my cheeks as I closed my eyes and guided myself by feel, tilting my head this way and that, following what felt natural in this unnatural union.

“One sec, one sec!” he blurted, pushing back on my forehead.

I pulled away from him. I was so lost in the moment that I wondered why for a few seconds before I realised he was pushing down his pants. As I helped him get them down around his ankles I noticed both of us were breathing in short shallow breaths, wanting this awkward interruption done with and as soon as it was, I went straight back to work. I could feel the hot skin of his thighs on my cheeks now and as I tongued his member I ran my hands ran up and down his legs, letting my nails gently scratch him.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah…” His voice was tight with need, feeding my hunger as I dived down as deep as I could on his cock, feeling wayward pubes brush my nose and lips.

Whatever I said back to him was lost in mumbled vibrations around his cock. My hands found their way under him, cupping his tight ass and feeling it as I slurped his cock. A new viscous feel and salty taste let me know that his prick was oozing pre-cum into my mouth.

“Mm, hold up a bit.” He said as he pushed my head gently back so that his now shiny cock bobbed free of my mouth.

I wetted my lips with my tongue, the tang of his pre-cum colouring the flavour of my skin. We looked at each other for a moment, my brother’s big hands brushing a few wayward strands of hair back from my face as his fingers combed back through my hair. I was hot and eager and that momentary stillness made me restless, even as his fingers teased and stroked my hair.

He bent forward from the chair and curled his fingers under my shirt, pulling it up. I raised my arms and let him expose me. When my shirt was off I shrugged off my bra. The look on his face when he saw my tits was priceless. Like a lot of girls I get neurotic about my looks, but when a guy looks at me just like my brother was and I can see the craving in his eyes, it all comes together.

“Do you like them, big brother?” I teased güvenilir bahis as I stood up, my hands sliding from my collarbone down under my breasts and cupping them up as I raised them for his inspection.

He was grinning like an idiot as he nodded and when he leaned back in the couch I could feel my own idiot smile as I straddled his lap. I laced my fingers behind his head and drew him to my bosom. He was as eager and attentive a lover as I could have hoped for. He kissed along the inner contours of my tits as his tongue traced along the edge of my areola. He teased me until I gave in, twisting my body to deliver my nipple to his lips. As he teased it with his tongue and lips I sighed and offered my other breast up to his sweet attentions.

After a few minutes like that we stumbled back to his room, our hands still all over each other. I was fumbling backwards, feeling his body push against mine as his strong arms wrapped around me. My feet left the floor and my legs curled around him, needing his closeness, wanting the feeling of him pushed up against me. He dropped me on the edge of his bed and our eyes met for one hungry moment as he crouched down in front of me pulling off my pants and panties all together so I could kick them away without a thought.

Looking down I could see him parting my knees and I reclined back on my palms. A wonderful tense expectation was thrumming through me as I felt his lips on my inner thighs. He raked his nails gently over my skin and followed with a playful nip a little higher up. God did I want it right then. I bit my lip trying to hold back my eagerness. I didn’t wish to give too much away even as my toes curled with excitement as he inched closer. I scooted forward on the sheets to the very edge then reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, coaxing his head towards me. Right up until the last second he teased me. His fingers slowly, and gently parted me, making me whimper as I felt his breath on me before he dove in. He was good, starting with quick flicks of his tongue right across my clit and making me moan and twist over him. Just as I was getting used to that he shifted and began long, slow licks across my slit that left me teased and yearning for more. I curled my legs around, pulling him in, needing him back at my button.

He obliged and soon his quick, cat-like tongue was teasing me up and up. I started to run my hands over my body, every sensation adding to the sizzling pleasure that ran through my body. When I cupped my breasts I could feel my fingers brush my hard nipples. It sent a sudden jolt through me and I seized on it, pinching and pulling them. From my pussy to my tits I was pure hot lust and as I stoked it, pushed it, I tossed my head back and moaned.

“Yeah, that’s it, more…” I didn’t even really know what I was saying, but my fevered mind just moved my mouth. I’d never come from being eaten out before, but that night I thought I might.

Then it stopped. I felt him rising between my legs and scrambled to collect myself. Everything was still tinged by the eager ache in my pussy, the knowing that all it needed was just a bit more, that it was all built up and it could either erupt or peter disappointingly out. I looked at him stand in front of me; his full, fat cock cradled in the one hand that gently stroked it. I wet my lips again, trying to get some composure, thinking about sucking it again. That’s when he started climbing on the bed and I leaned back, yielding to his advance. As he crawled over me I scooted back on his covers and looked up at him and felt fast shallow breaths between my slightly parted lips. I saw the look in his eyes and there was no doubt. He was going to fuck me.

We’d already gone much farther than we ever had before, but this was a whole new level. I was on the pill, but we didn’t have a condom and I didn’t know who he had been with. But right then, in the heat of the moment, it didn’t matter. His lips came down to mine and my world collapsed to just the feel of him up against me. My hands ran along his back as I felt him guide his head right up to my entrance. He broke the kiss and looked down at me. I looked up at him, our eyes locked as I felt him push into me, opening me.

We clumsily kissed a few more times, our teeth bumping as hands groped and bodies rubbed together. He pushed all the way into me and I felt completely full as his wiry pubic hair teased my mons and his hips ground up against my clit. I was so, so close, when he pushed it all the way in I felt it push me over the edge. I gripped onto him and worked my hips as best I could while riding the wave that crashed through my body. As it subsided I fell back to the sheets and I heard the last few grunts of him finishing, emptying his own need inside me. I felt him pull out and roll off me as I stared at the ceiling, breathing and trying to remember how to move.

In the warm afterglow I felt him stroke my hair and kiss my cheek, like a lover should. I turned to him and we kissed again. He lay on his back and I lay beside him propped on my elbow, running my hand down along his chest. In the post-coital haze everything felt new, better.

“I wanted this so bad,” I admitted, happy how natural it was to say that now,

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He walked into the room quietly. She was already in bed wearing his over-sized T shirt. He stood over her in bed and smiled to himself. It was amazing how she could evoke so much lust and love in him all at the same time. Biting his lip he wanted her so badly that he ached. He climbed next to her in bed and grinned as he felt he himself growing hard from just thinking about what he wanted to do to her.

His hands explored her body gently as his lips traced butterfly kisses on her neck. She moaned softly in her sleep. He lifted the T-Shirt high enough so that he had access to her breasts; kneading them softly and pinching her nipples into little peaks. Another soft moan escaped from her lips.

He replaced his fingers with his lips. His tongue dancing circles on the undersides of her breasts. Tasting her and sucking softly at first, then harder and harder. His hand slipped into her panties to explore. He slipped a finger into her when she was wet enough. Then, another. And another.

She moaned again, her eyes half opened. Her hands cupped the back of his neck and she tried to pull his head towards her nipple. She wanted to be bitten. To feel his stubble graze her and his teeth and tongue made her yearn to be touched more.

He trailed kisses from her breasts to her neck. Lingering where he knew she loved to be kissed. The smell of her hair filled his senses. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Enjoying the scent of her.

He realized that he had stopped fingering her when he felt her hand move on top of his, lifting and pushing his fingers into her again.

‘Mmm… you’re such a naughty girl. You’re soaked already,’ he whispered quietly into her ear his breath hot on her.

‘Baby… I’m horny…’ she said turning bonus veren siteler to him to kiss him hard on the lips. Her clever fingers slowly unzipped him and gripped his member possessively. She sucked on his lower lip hard, then pushed her tongue into his mouth, thrusting it like she wanted to feel him thrusting into her, swallowing his groans as she jack hammered him into delirium.

His hands bunched into her hair, and pulled gently her back from his face. Her eyes were heavy and her lips were full. He pushed her onto her back.

‘I’m going to fuck you.’ He said simply.

He wanted her too badly to take off his clothes. He needed to feel himself buried inside her wetness and heat. Climbing on top of her, he spread her legs a little roughly. Pushing the tip of into her teasing her wet entrance.

He felt her hands on his ass, pulling him towards her.

‘Just fuck me,’ she moaned.

He grabbed her hands and her behind her. ‘Don’t tell me what to fucking do baby.’

He slipped into her a little more. Teasing her mercilessly. She wrapped her legs around his back and used them to pull him deeper into her. He pulled out of her before she could enjoy the fullness of his hard on.

‘Baby… baby… please… don’t make me beg…’ she whimpered.

He slammed himself into her. Enjoying how slippery and hot she was. She clamped her muscles, squeezing him hard. He filled her, fucking her hard. She raised her ass of the bed, meeting his thrusts.

‘Oh, fuck yea… fuck me baby…’ she moaned enjoying being taken hard and quickly.

‘Oh fuck… fuck…. Baby, don’t you dare stop… I’ll fucking kill you… I’m… unff… cummingg… I’m CUMMING…’ she screamed.

She bahis didn’t have to tell him. He felt her muscles contract around him and her becoming even wetter than she already was. It was enough to make him lose control. Almost anyway. He lifted half her body off the bed so that his hands were on her hips and her lower torso in mid air.

‘Mmm… baby… fuck me deeper…. fuck me harder…’ she whispered.

He lifted her legs and rested it on his shoulder. He sucked on the soft of her calf and he continued taking her. He leaned forward so he could squeeze her breasts as he fucked her.

‘Oh God…. you’re so fucking tight baby… Squeeze me baby… show me how much you want me in you…’ he groaned aloud.

She obliged, loving that it felt like he was getting bigger and bigger and harder as he continue ploughing into her. Both their entire lower torso were soaked with her wetness.

He pushed on her side and began to spoon her. His lips, tongue and teeth busy on her neck. Slipping into her slowly and pulling out again. And again. Taking his time, enjoying her. Using her for his pleasure. He moved his fingers over her clitoris, rubbing it softly as he made love to her gently.

‘I love fucking you… I’m just gonna keep fucking you slowly…. your body was made for me to fuck like this,’ he whisper between nibbling on her ear.

‘I’m close…. almost there… take me harder baby… I can take it… push yourself up me so hard that I scream…’ she said moving her hands backwards to feel for his back.

‘I don’t want to cum yet baby…. I just want to keep making love to you like this forever…’

He bit down on her neck sucking hard and rubbed her faster. Then he felt himself pushed hard deneme bonusu onto his back.

‘If you won’t fuck me… I’ll fuck you…’ she said, straddling him. Grinding hard into him.

‘Oh fuck baby…’ he groaned.

She lifted her self up and let gravity impale her on his hardness. She felt him push upwards to meet her.

Angry now she leaned forward and bit hard on his nipple, making him gasp in pain.

‘I told you. I’m fucking you. Not the other way round. Stay still while I fuck your brains out,’ she growled at him. Then she started fucking him. Hard. Driving him insane with ecstasy. She leaned on her hands, grinding herself into him.

‘Oh God…’ he said, biting on his lip. ‘I’m gonna cum baby… I’m gonna explode…’

‘Don’t you dare fucking cum before I do…’ she hissed… grinding on him harder and harder. Her hands holding the bed post for support so she could take him harder. He groaned in pleasure, and frustration…. desperately need to cum. He bit into his lip harder, and felt something salty slip onto his tongue. Blood.

‘I’m close…. unfff… so close…. Oh! Oh fuck!’ she said fucking him so hard he knew he would have bruises later. She leaned forward to kiss him hard. Moaning into his mouth. All the time never stopping to slip him in and out of her with a steady but furious pace.

‘Baby… cum with me… cum with me now….’ she trailed her fingernails down his chest hard.

He groaned like a man possessed. Gripping her hands hard, he exploded inside her. The sensation of hot jets of his cum filling her; burning at her insides triggered her climax and she screamed in pleasure.

Covered in sweat and smelling of the sweet scent of sex, they lay in bed a while touching and kissing.

‘I love you baby.’ he said, kissing her.

‘I love you too baby.’ she smiled and rested her head on his chest listening to his heart beat.

Casually pinching his nipple. She whispered again, ‘Baby… I’m horny…’

He smiled. So this was loving lust.

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Gramps for the Summer Ch. 02

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The summer was coming to an end and I was preparing to return to school. My summer job had been fun and I had learned a lot but it was over and I spent my days at the pool or shopping with friends.

Outside of work, I had spent most of the summer with my grandfather. From the outside, I had tried to make it look as innocent as a grandfather and granddaughter relationship should look. I called him sir and we went to church, went for walks, played golf, and made it look like I was helping him around the house as a good granddaughter does.

Alone, we were anything my normal. After his first visit to my room, we never slept apart and rarely slept wearing clothes. Although we didn’t fuck every night, he regularly fed my hairy blonde pussy his thick eighty-four-year-old trouser snake. I had slept with one boy from school a few times but over that summer I had gained valuable knowledge in how to please a guy and what I enjoyed the most.

Over the summer I had felt more and more comfortable with the notion of casual sex with my grandfather. Not a lot of kissing on the lips but some. I believe we were both filling a void and, as two adults, we agreed to keep in between us and have fun.

As a benefit to living alone with him, we regularly fucked wherever, whenever and as often as we wanted to. I was often pleasantly surprised at how active his libido was but he had to take a blue pill every once in a while to keep up with me. We often walked around nude once it was too late for surprise visitors. I loved cuddling nude under a blanket as we watched a movie or on the back deck looking up into the stars.

He had eaten my pussy numerous times and it was a miracle his neighbors hadn’t heard us fucking by the pool. Maybe they had. I had never enjoyed sucking my boyfriend’s cock but I had grown to enjoy listening to my grandfather moan in pleasure as my tongue and lips treated his cock to a pre-fuck appetizer. He had prematurely unloaded more than once while I perfected my cock sucking craft. He had treated my throat and tonsils to a thick cum wash on numerous occasions.

Once, I even gave him a blowjob in a parking lot and he fucked me on his favorite par three tee box at the golf club after losing a series of bets on the golf course.

The first bet stipulated that if I made my 30 foot put he had to buy me a new outfit and if I missed I had to carry his bag for a hole. I missed.

The second bet was that if he chipped in, we would walk onto the golf course after dark and he could fuck me on the green. If he missed, he had to take me to a fancy dinner. He missed.

The third bet was on his favorite hole. Number 7, a 170-yard par three. If he hit his ball to two feet of the hole I reluctantly agreed to let him fuck me on the tee box one night after the course closed. He confided in me that having sex with a beautiful woman on the golf course was his all-time biggest desire. I agreed, thinking there was no way in hell he could accomplish it. I countered that if he didn’t hit his ball within two feet of the hole, he had to let me drive his Ferrari for a week. He balked initially at my portion of the bet but agreed. He almost hit a hole-in-one. The final measurement of his ball from the hole was 7 inches.

I refused to bet for a while but won a few small bets since he couldn’t stop thinking about hole number seven. Neither could I.

Finally, we got to the last par three. We were both about 10 feet from the cup although I was laying 3 and he was laying 1. If I made the put I got to get served breakfast in bed and if he made the put, I had to suck his dick in the parking lot. I balked at his bet but his triple-breaking downhill put looked impossible. I missed my put by an inch. He sank his.

As we walked to the clubhouse he joked that he wished he had started playing golf with me a lot earlier and how his handicap would be a lot lower.

after a few drinks we met up with his buddies and he relived all of his illegal bahis shots. Thankfully, he left out the part about our bets.

It was dark once we returned to the car. I looked around and reached over to open his fly. He stopped me. O looked up at him.

“A bet is a bet grandaddy. Just tell me if anyone comes toward us.”

He quickly reclined his seat and helped me free his already hard cock. I was a little nervous but I honestly believe it was the best blow-job I ever gave him. I licked and sucked his swollen head. I took him deep in my mouth for the first time and felt his head in my throat. I fought of choaking as I fondled his large balls and he humped my mouth. He groaned and gasped as I slurped and swallowed his winning load while he squeezed my tits that he had exposed while I was giving him head.

He was so spent, I had to drive us home.

A few weeks later we got all dressed up and had a splendid dinner in the formal dining room. After dinner, we snuck onto the golf course and walked to the seventh tee box. I lowered my panties and handed them to him. I pulled my dress up as I sat down on the edge of his coveted tee box. I opened my thighs and reminded him that this was his chance to knock a hole-in-one. He had me sit on his jacket and he dropped his pants and boxers. It took a while for him to get hard enough to enter me and I got worried that someone might find us.

He accused me of wanting to get out of my bet so, I sucked him until he was hard and, once he was hard, I sat down on him. The grass was damp and my knees were stained when he rolled me over, guided my ankles around his neck, and fucked me long and hard.

I had to cover his mouth to quiet his moans as he unleashed a torrent of cum into my pussy like no other.

We discretely found our way back to his car giggling like two idiots. I was a mess and so was he. We d grass stains everywhere and my inner thighs were soaked from his cum as it oozed out of my freshly and well-fucked pussy. Once home we discovered he had dropped and lost my panties.

There were rumors for weeks about the panties the greenskeeper found and obvious signs of two teens sneaking off and having sex on the seventh green.

I looked at my relationship with my grandfather as a safe secret. I knew that no one would ever expect an eighty-four-year-old grandfather would be fucking his cute and innocent granddaughter. Hell, most people, including me before that summer, thought that eighty-four-year-old men could get his dick hard enough to have sex. I was wrong about that

Although I thought we were careful, it was anything but safe. The pill took care of birth control and I was religious about taking it every morning but we almost got caught a few times. A few times my mother came over early without calling and once, a delivery boy just missed getting an eye full of me getting pounded from behind by the pool.

I can still recall my mother showing up one morning very early and very unexpectedly. I was naked in bed with my grandfather when we heard her car pull up. I sat up and listened intently. I jumped up and ran to the window and saw my mother stepping out of her car. I ran to my room and pulled on an old overly large sweatshirt, grabbed an empty glass, and dashed towards the kitchen. My grandfather quickly jumped up and went to his shower.

I was almost in the kitchen when I saw my mother walk in the door. I took a deep breath and tried to look as casual and surprised as I could look. I had tried to make it look as if I had just come from the kitchen for a drink.

I greeted my mother. I saw myself in the mirror on the wall behind my mother as she stood in the hall. I smiled but even I saw that guilt was written all over my face. I approached her and gave her a slight hug but pulled away quickly and stood as far away from her as I could. She made small talk at first but abruptly asked where my grandfather was.

I casino siteleri lied. I knew he was in the shower but acted like I didn’t have a clue. I tried to maintain eye contact but my grandfather’s cum running down my inner thigh from our late night fuck distracted me. From the reflection, I saw my tangled and messy hair.

I felt my heart pound as I thought of my year in the dorm and seeing the girls in the hall after their boyfriends had slept with them. We always teased each other about missionary hair. You know, the tangled long hair caused by constant friction against the sheets from constant thrusting and their heads sliding up against the sheets and toward the headboard.

Oh shit, I had a bad case of missionary hair.

I also saw that the old tattered sweatshirt was barely long enough to conceal my bush and my ass, well my ass cheeks were exposed.

I tried to remain calm. My world felt so small. My mother’s eyes went up and down my body. I felt a lump in my throat.

“Please tell me that you don’t dress like that around your grandfather.”

My heart pounded. My face got warm and flush.

“Do you think I would always walk around the house like this mother? Please. I just woke up. I don’t even know for sure if he is awake.”

She sighed. “Well for God’s sake. Put some clothes on when you leave your room or get some decent pajamas.”

I must have given her a mean stare.

“For God’s sake, he is an old man. You might give him a heart attack if he saw you like that.”

She smiled. I knew I had dodged a bullet.

“You are a funny mom.”

“Yes but I am serious about getting proper pajamas. I am also serious about him being a man.”

“Ok, mom. But now, I will go shower and, since I hear granddad’s shower, maybe you would make his coffee.”

My mother smiled and gave me an evil look. “I am not his coffee bitch. You are the one that lives here. Maybe you can be his coffee bitch. Is that what you do every morning, make his coffee?”

I smiled. “Yes.”

She smiled and I giggled. “I guess I am his coffee bitch.”

She smirked. “Well as long as that is the only type of bitch.”

I screamed. “Mother.”

She smiled and made a strange face.

“Mom, why are you here? I think grandaddy plans to go play golf this morning.”

“I guess you will find out soon enough. I am here to tell you and grandaddy that your dad, his son, asked me for a divorce.”

My heart jumped. My mother’s act of being strong faded and tears welled up in her eyes. I knew she had cheated on him and I had heard he knew but I had thought they working things out.

I instinctively reached out to hug her and as we embraced my sweatshirt lifted and exposed everything below my waist. Thankfully, my mother’s eyes were closed and her head fell to my shoulder when she began to sob. I held her torn between empathy and wanting to tell her that is what she got for cheating.

I was trapped and I couldn’t move. I felt the cool air on my ass and, glancing into the mirror, I saw the pale shape of my bare hips.

“Mom, let me shower and I will join you in the kitchen. Do you want me to make you some coffee and then tell granddaddy you are here?”

My mother pulled away and took a step back. She started to speak but stopped. Her eyes quickly traveled up and down my body. The sweatshirt hadn’t fallen when she pulled away and my thick blonde bush was out on display.

“Mandy, oh my God. You aren’t wearing panties.”

I pushed the shirt down. “Mom, I was going to take a shower when you came. I was just getting some water to drink first.”

My mother blushed and looked down towards the hem of the tattered old shirt.

“Ok, but I would advise you not to go around with your crotch and ass exposed like that. People might get the wrong impression. As I said earlier, your grandfather is a man. You do realize that he is a man. He might be poker siteleri old but he is a man. Men think differently than women. Maybe you figured that out already. This isn’t your sorority house. You need to dress decently. I didn’t raise you this way.”

I looked in the mirror. The reflection revealed long thick wisps of my blonde pubes from below the hem.

My heart pounded. “Mother. That wasn’t called for.”

I turned and quickly walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Once inside, I closed the toilet lid and sat down. My body was shaking. I thought my heart would jump out of my chest.

After a shower, I dressed and went to join my grandfather and mother in the kitchen. I stopped in the hall just short of the kitchen when I heard them speaking in a hushed tone.

I listened intently.

My grandfather spoke. “We both knew that this day would come. Do you think he has any idea?”

My mother responded. “No. And he has no idea how long. I think he knows that Mandy may not be his but no idea about Victoria.”

My grandfather. “Is she his? You told me she was.”

My mother’s voice cracked and she took deep breaths between words. “No, we both know she isn’t his. I said that to make us both feel good.”

My grandfather. “And Victoria. Is she his?”

My mother’s voice was low and weak. “I don’t know. She could be your too.”

My grandfather. “Too. You mean you have lied to me this whole time. You said they were his. Why now? What changed? It is bad enough that we have been together and lied to others but now I hear you have been lying to me too. And Victoria. Is she his or mine?”

There was silence.

My grandfather. “oh shit. What happened to make him question you now?”

My mother. “Victoria, she needed a medical procedure to see why she isn’t able to get pregnant. Part of the test was genetic testing. She saw her father and her weren’t, well that he wasn’t her father.”

My grandfather. “Oh, his mother is rolling in her grave by now. If she knew, we would both be dead. Maybe she will come back from the dead and kill me. I asked you to be careful but it took both of us.” There was a pause. “No one can ever know about us. No one. No one ever. This is bad honey.”

My mother. “I have missed you. I have been so alone this summer.”

My grandfather. “Stop. Oh, stop. Stop talking about this right now. Mandy can never know. Oh God, I wish I never knew. Are you sure. Well, are you sure about Mandy too. Being mine. Being my child?”

My mother. “Always. But not Victoria. I have always known Mandy was yours.”

My grandfather. “It would devastate him. Mandy is his Angel. They speak every day. He can never know. She can never know. Not now. Never.”

My mother. “Agree for everyone’s sake. No one can know.” There was a pause. “Why won’t you hold me? Are you upset with me? I have never cheated on you with anyone else. Just you. The rumors are not true.’

My grandfather. “It’s not you. It’s me. It’s just a surprise after all of these years and now. Well, Mandy has lived here all summer and we have bonded. I think it would devastate her. I am not upset other than I didn’t know. All of these years. Maybe it is best for all of us that I didn’t know.”

My mother. “Agree for everyone’s sake. No one can know. But it shouldn’t be a surprise. We had sex a lot. A lot. If I recall, you initiated it most of the time.”

My grandfather. “Yes. Yes, I recall. But let’s not talk anymore about that now.”

My heart was pounding in my chest. I was shaking. I tried to back down the hall to my room but the floor creaked.

My mother. “Shush. Did you hear something?”

I took a deep breath. I stepped forward.

“Hi there, are we still going to go play golf?”

I saw that my mother had red eyes and my grandfather looked pale.

“Can we reschedule honey. I think your mother needs my help today. You can go without me if you want. Tell the guys there is a family crisis. They will understand.”

Our eyes met. I have no doubt he knew that I had overheard their conversation. He swallowed hard.

I faked a smile. I agreed and went to my car and drove away. I was shaking so badly that I had to pull over and stop the car.

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Oscar and Irene Pt. 11

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One of my favorite things about sex with my wife, used to be the post-orgasmic bliss that we shared together. Even though my wife only ever permitted me to make love to her in the missionary position, I never really felt that I was missing out. I knew that Irene had grown up in a very sheltered environment, and would never give herself to another man. I also felt like the missionary position was the most intimate of all positions, as it facilitated kissing, eye-contact, and other forms of affection between a married couple. After we both enjoyed our orgasms, we would lay quietly, in no rush to uncouple, as we basked in the warm feelings of sexual release.

Or so I thought. However, now that I had been informed by a very reliable source that we never actually shared that sensation, due to the fact that Irene had faked most of her orgasms with me, the whole relaxing after sex seemed very pointless, particularly as Irene was far from satisfied.

This orgasm was different. Brought upon by the combination of Daphne’s verbal assault, her tender touches through the pocket of my pants, and two weeks without release on my part, it was a humbling, embarrassing affair, which I would rather never be mentioned again. I had blown my load in my underwear, like a horny teenager, as I looked down on the Summer House containing my wife and her boss. Having witnessed her complete submission to him earlier, I knew that the only reason he had taken her back there was to enjoy round two.

There was no post-orgasmic bliss associated with this release either, only a sense of shame and regret that I had been unable to control myself. Daphne was already heading towards the balcony door, her contempt for me evident as she spoke.

“No wonder Irene took another lover,” she said disdainfully. “You have been disappointing her since your wedding night. I can’t believe she waited this long.”

I felt my face redden at her taunts, my involuntary reaction made worse by the fact that I knew they were true.

“Go on,” she added with a laugh. “Go and watch them fuck in the Summer House. They are waiting for you.”

I heard Daphne’s high-heels clicking across the tiles on the balcony, before she disappeared into the bedroom. I decided to go back to the bar, have another cocktail, and try and relax and compose myself. However, I wasn’t even halfway down the staircase before I had a change of heart, and headed towards the Summer House.

It seemed like a much longer walk down the garden this time, probably because I knew exactly what I was going to witness. I had just had an orgasm, and even though the usual feelings of post-orgasmic bliss had evaporated immediately in response to Daphne’s taunts, I was still breathing hard and I could feel my ejaculate pooling in my underwear.

I heard my wife’s cries of pleasure once I got within about twenty feet of the Summer House. I wanted to turn around, walk away, seek refuge in the safety of the bar, but for some reason, I felt compelled to walk towards the noise. I saw them as I approached the window to the bedroom, artistically posed, coupled as they were in the missionary position.

Matt had quite a pace going, thrusting into my wife as she wriggled around beneath him. This was the only sexual position that I had ever taken Irene in, and she would normally lay passively beneath me, as I grunted and groaned my way to a speedy orgasm. She was anything but passive as she writhed around in ecstasy under Matt’s powerfully built frame, her legs wrapped tightly around his muscular ass, and her manicured fingertips intertwined across the back of his neck. Judging by the sheen of sweat that was visible across his forehead, they had been fucking for several minutes.

They would kiss occasionally, with no break in the rhythmic pounding, and with much more urgency than their usual tender embraces. Matt withdrew his lips from my wife’s, raised his head slightly, and looked directly into her eyes.

“Do you promise that you will do that for me?” he asked, canlı bahis right as she reached her next orgasm.

“Oh yes, Matt. I promise,” she squealed delightedly. “Right there. Don’t ever stop, baby. I will do whatever you want,” she cried out, as she came all over his cock.

Once the floodgates were open, my wife reached orgasm with more and more rapidity, the final one eliciting her declaration of undying love for this man. No matter how many times I heard Irene tell Matt that she loved him, it never got any easier. Irene and I dated for almost two years, before she finally told me that she loved me. Half a dozen earth-shattering orgasms, courtesy of Matt’s over-sized cock, and she was professing her never-ending love for him.

“Oh, Matt, that was incredible,” she gushed. “I have never felt so full. Are you ready to come inside me baby?”

“I want to fuck Kiki first,” he said authoritatively, as the young Asian from the dance floor, stepped into view, in the door of the bathroom.

I felt a twinge in my nuts as I took in this Asian beauty. She was absolutely stunning, only about five feet tall, but toned and lean, her taut stomach visible as she posed seductively for Matt. Her jet black hair, that was long and straight, hung down her front, draped over her small breasts, that were in perfect proportion to her tight little body. She was naked except for a tiny pair of black panties, and her demeanor was very submissive as she walked slowly towards Matt and Irene.

Matt remained balls-deep in my wife, although he turned his head and upper body towards the bathroom, so that he could admire the young Asian. When she reached the side of the bed, she lowered herself slowly to her knees, and placed one of her dainty hands on Matt’s muscular ass. Then she leaned into him, and tenderly kissed him. Irene looked on quietly as her boss made out with Kiki, and after a few moments, when their lips finally separated, Matt spoke.

“Why don’t you guys get to know each other?” he instructed, as he pulled out of my wife.

Kiki took a long look at Matt’s erect cock, as he slowly withdrew it from Irene’s pussy. It was quite an impressive sight, as it was still rock-hard, slick with my wife’s vaginal secretions, and his swollen nuts hung beneath it, as if to indicate his virility. Matt turned to leave the room, and Kiki lowered her lips to my wife’s, and they started to kiss.

I knew that Irene had never kissed a woman before, although Matt had forced her to eat Daphne’s pussy. I assumed that this was part of what she had promised Matt, in the throes of her orgasm. Matt returned to the room moments later, his erection still intact, but with Irene’s milky white fluids having been removed from it. I am not sure if the chemistry between Kiki and Irene was real, or manufactured for Matt’s enjoyment, but it seemed like they were really into each other. When Matt reached the side of the bed, the girls stopped kissing, and turned their attention to his needs.

Irene lowered her head to his cock first, seemingly staking claim to her man, as I watched her start to suck him off. She seemed much more comfortable this time, moving her lips across his cock-head and teasing his frenulum, as she maintained eye-contact with him. Kiki began to lower her lips to join my wife in a two-girl blowjob, but Matt put his hand under her chin, and spoke quietly.

“I want to wear a condom,” he said politely. “Safety first.”

My wife reached over onto the bedside table, and removed one of the condoms from the box that was lying on top of it. I don’t know if it was Matt who had the foresight to bring them, or if their relationship had evolved to the point that he took additional lovers, and she was just protecting herself, but it did seem like she was a willing participant in preparing him for sex with another woman. Maybe being forced to share Matt with Daphne had conditioned my wife to be less territorial, but Irene seemed okay with anything that contributed to Matt’s kaçak iddaa sexual pleasure.

As Irene tore open the distinctive black and gold packaging of the Magnum condoms, the letters XL were visible from my vantage point by the window, a stark contrast from the words “Little Boy” that were emblazoned across the packaging of the prophylactics that I was forced to use. I prayed that I would never have to “rubber up” in front of another woman, using those humiliating Japanese condoms.

Irene pulled the extra-large condom over the tip of Matt’s cock, and then Kiki extended her dainty hand, and the two of them rolled it all the way down Matt’s shaft, an indication that they were perfectly willing to share. Once the condom was in place, Kiki and my wife knelt on the floor before him, lowered their lips to his impressive member, and began to give him a tender, loving, two-girl blowjob. Kiki had apparently just applied her lipgloss before she emerged from the bathroom, and she was leaving traces of her hot-pink lipstick, all over Matt’s cock, encased as it was in a condom.

They worked in tandem to maximize Matt’s pleasure, and after several minutes he indicated that he was ready to fuck Kiki. The young Asian climbed onto the bed, and laid on her back. Matt stood by the side of the bed as my wife continued to blow him, and then he issued his next instructions.

“Take her panties off, Irene,” he ordered my wife.

My wife didn’t hesitate, slipping her hands inside the waistband of the tiny silk panties, and lowering them slowly down Kiki’s toned legs, until she slipped them over her feet, and discarded them on the floor.

“Is she wet, Irene?” Matt asked.

Irene looked briefly at Matt for clarification, and upon realizing that he was deadly serious, she extended one hand towards Kiki’s clean-shaved pussy.

“Use your mouth,” he said commandingly.

I know that Matt had forced my wife to eat Daphne’s pussy on more than one occasion, but this was a new development in their sexual relationship. Irene hesitated briefly, then seeming to remember the promises she had made him when she was orgasming, she lowered her lips between Kiki’s young legs, and extended her tongue, right as she neared Kiki’s clitoris.

As I heard the familiar squishing sounds of a wet pussy being eaten, it became apparent that Kiki had definitely self-lubricated. Perhaps it had occurred when Matt and her had gyrated and dry-humped on the dance floor. Perhaps as she had witnessed my wife getting fucked into oblivion by Matt. Perhaps even as she had shared Matt’s cock with my wife, as the two of them blew him. Maybe even as Irene had taken her panties off, and lowered her lips to eat Kiki out. Whatever the cause, Kiki was ready, and a few moments after Irene had started, she raised her lips from between Kiki’s legs, and stated the fucking obvious.

“She is wet, Matt,” Irene said, Kiki’s secretions evident all over her nose and chin.

“I see that,” Matt said with a smile. “Go and wash your face, baby.”

As Irene left the room, Matt lined up his cock-head with Kiki’s undeniably wet pussy, and slowly entered her. By the time Irene returned to the room, Matt had his rhythm going and was fucking the crap out of the young Asian. This was a much more physical encounter, Matt plunging deeply with every stroke, as Kiki wrapped her legs around his lower back. There was no kissing or intimacy, just pure unadulterated sex. Apparently, this was enough for Kiki because she had an orgasm within a few moments of them coupling. Her second orgasm followed in quick succession, before she asked Matt to slow down.

As Matt slowed his lovemaking to a slow but steady pace, Irene knelt on the floor next to them and began to kiss him. It was a very tender demonstration of their love for each other, and her acceptance of his right to fuck whoever he wanted to, albeit with the understanding that he use protection.

“I am satisfied, Matt,” Kiki said to my surprise. “Are kaçak bahis you ready to come?”

Matt didn’t need to be asked twice, and started to fuck Kiki with more urgency, as he sought to enjoy his own orgasm. He continued to kiss my wife as he pounded Kiki, seemingly having little interest in an intimate connection with the young Asian. After several minutes of high intensity intercourse, Matt let out a moan, and turned to my wife.

“I am close Irene,” he said, “why don’t you help me over the edge?”

My wife kissed him tenderly on the lips, and said, “Whatever you want, Matt,” in an agreeable tone.

Then as he raised his butt slightly to get a better angle with which to penetrate Kiki, my wife scooted behind the pair of them, laid down on her front between Kiki’s legs, extended her tongue, and began to lick Matt’s ass. Rim-jobs were apparently Matt’s favorite sexual activity, because shortly after my wife’s face disappeared between her boss’ buttocks, he let out a loud groan of delight, and ejaculated inside Kiki. Well, more accurately, he unloaded his nuts into the extra-large Magnum condom that he was wearing, while the two women worked to maximize his pleasure.

After he came, he remained balls-deep inside Kiki as my wife licked and nibbled his ass-cheeks, causing goosebumps to appear all over them. Matt finally withdrew his condom-covered cock from Kiki’s pussy, and rolled over on to his back.

“Where’s the cuckold, when we need some clean up?” he asked my wife, with a chuckle.

Even though I knew that this disparaging descriptive was accurate, I hated being referred to this way. Truth be told, I would rather him call me “Little Boy,” as this could at least be construed as a childhood nickname, if it were overheard by someone else. However, the term cuckold had but one connotation, universally reviled and looked down upon, and I wanted no part of it.

“Who is the cuckold?” Kiki asked, her interest clearly piqued.

“My husband, Oscar, AKA Little Boy,” Irene answered. “Knowing that wimp, he is right outside our bedroom window as we speak,” she added, with a giggle.

At that revelation, I dropped down to the ground immediately, determined not to be discovered spying on them.

“Then I have a gift for that fucking pussy,” Matt said.

Seconds later a used condom landed in the small bush that I was hiding next to, and I heard the three of them laughing at my expense.

“Do you really think your husband is hiding out there?” Kiki asked.

“Who gives a fuck?” Irene answered dismissively. “I have everything I need right here.”

I heard giggles and laughter from within the Summer House as they evidently resumed their fun and games. As I hid silently hoping not to be discovered, I glanced over at the used condom, hanging from the small bush. It was caught in a thin branch, suspended in mid-air, and stretched by the weight of Matt’s load.

The Magnum condom was much larger than the “Little Boy” prophylactics that I would ejaculate inside twice a month. It also contained a copious load of semen, especially for a man that had enjoyed multiple releases today. It probably held three or four times the volume of ejaculate that I expelled, even though I routinely went fourteen days between orgasms.

As I watched it hang there, wondering if the weight of his load would eventually pull it off the branch, I also noticed lipstick smeared over the condom. There were two very distinct shades of gloss on the prophylactic, a testament to the fact that this Alpha Male had enjoyed a two-girl blowjob.

A few minutes later, as I hid like a total pussy, Matt had apparently recovered. Judging by her cries of pleasure, he had evidently mounted my wife again. As I listened to them fuck, I felt a tingle in my nuts, but my cock didn’t stir, as I was still within my refractory period. I needed to get the hell out of there, and I was just about to get up and leave when Kiki appeared at the window, holding a cigarette.

We made eye-contact briefly, before she let out a frightened squeal.

“Matt, there is a peeping Tom outside our window,” she cried, backing up quickly, fear written all over her face.

“Oscar, you fucking cuckold,” Matt said aggressively, “get your ass in here right now.”

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Her First Undercover Journalism Job

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Episode 42: Her First Undercover Journalism Assignment

Scene: Sonnet’s apartment – ideally, one of the walls in the living room is a mirror that covers the whole wall. Sonnet is wearing jeans and a t-shirt. We see her walk to the front door of her apartment and open it. Both are long-legged and slender – a dancer’s build. Jana rushes in. Jana is coming from work (at a newspaper) and has on a short skirt, heels, blouse that shows off some cleavage. She’s carrying a medium-sized bag that has some clothes in it.

Sonnet asks “You sounded so weird on the phone, Jana. What’s up?”

“I need your help, Sonnet. I got my first undercover, investigative assignment.”

“That’s wonderful! I know you’ve been trying to get that for a long time. What can I do to help?”

“Yeah, it’ll be good once I get past this assignment.” She sits on a chair and Sonnet sits opposite her. “You’ve got to promise not to tell this to Roger or anyone else.”

“You’re my best friend. Of course I promise.”

“You know that strip club that opened downtown? The paper wants to do a story on it from the inside, talk to the girls, you know, find out what’s really happening in there. Well, they feel that cuz I used to be on our team’s dance squad, I could apply and get work there without being suspicious.”

“For real? Are you going to do it?”

“Well, my editor’s promised not to tell anyone, so they won’t be coming there and embarrassing me. My name and picture won’t appear anywhere in the story. And he promises that if I do this one well, he has a lot of industrial and political topics he wants to go after and he promises bahis siteleri that I can have first shot at any of them. I told him it felt like he was testing me, but he insists this is a real story and they’ve had reports about all kinds of shit happening at the club, and they think I’m the only one they can really send to learn anything.”

“Wow, Jana, that’s brave. I don’t think I could do something like that. But what do you need from me?”

“Sure I’ve done lots of cheerleading and dancing, but I’ve never stripped. I know that Roger likes to go to clubs and takes you sometimes. You’ve got to tell me how to do it.”

“You know, Roger’s the one you should ask.”

“Sonnet, you’ve got to promise me that Roger will never know about this! He already makes me uncomfortable He looks at me too much. Has he ever asked you to dance for him? Has he ever taken you to a club to see what to do?”

“Okay, I promise.” Sonnet sighs. “Well, you know that Roger likes it when I dance for him to get us both excited. I guess I could show you the little bit that I know.

“I wouldn’t ask you if this weren’t my big break.”

“First thing, we’ll have to get you something to wear.”

Jana shakes the bag. “I stopped at the Dare Zone on the way here and bought some outfits. I never thought I’d be in there — especially with the newspaper paying for it.” She dumps out the bag. She chooses a very short skirt with a slit that goes all the way up the side, a matching g-string and matching bra. “I think this is my favorite.”

“Okay, you put that on. I’ll go change into one of my dance canlı bahis siteleri outfits and be right back.” Sonnet leaves the room. We watch Jana take off her clothes. She poses and glances at herself in the mirror and then puts on the outfit. She adjusts it in the mirror, turns to check her back, pulls up the skirt to check how her ass looks in the g-string.

Sonnet reenters the room in dancewear and heels. “Be sure to put your heels back on. You’ll have to practice dancing in heels.” She walks to her iPod and plugs it into a speaker and starts a suitable song. She pulls up a chair from her dining table. “Okay, you start by being the man. Sit here and spread your legs because I get to stand between them. And I can touch you, but you can’t touch me.” Sonnet does a strip tease to her thong. She gives her advice along the way and demonstrates — “he’s watching your hands touch yourself and imagining that it’s his hands, so rub your hands up and down over your body”; “you can lean over so your boobs brush against his face while you blow in his ear”; “You can use your finger to point and direct his attention to your crotch”; “sit in his lap and wiggle”; “rub your hands on his legs.” Jana shudders a little as Sonnet does this. Sonnet reminds her “well, he’ll have pants on when you do it.” Sonnet stops and asks “If I remember, it’s a nude club, right?”

“Yes.”

“Shit. Okay. You’ll have to practice taking off your panties over your heels. It’s best if you drop them to the floor and then step out of them.” She shows how to do it and and dances for a little bit more and just stops. güvenilir bahis The songs just keep playing in the background while Sonnet describes all of this. And, depending on the club, it may be customary to give the customer a quick kiss on the lips when your dance is over.” She leans over and kisses Jana briefly. Sonnet stands up straight and puts her hands over her breasts. “Are you ready to trade?”

“No. But I’ll do it anyway.”

They trade places. Jana strips for Sonnet and tries out all of the things Sonnet showed her. After she takes off her g-string she dances, pointing to her pussy, and then fingers herself.

“You can’t do that!”

Jana laughs. “I know. I won’t do that for real. But it’s hard not to. This really turns me on a lot!”

“Me, too. I’ve only stripped for Roger before, so I’ve never stripped without hang sex afterwards.” They look at each other’s eyes. “You forgot my kiss.” Jana gives Sonnet a kiss on the lips, a little longer than the one that Sonnet gave her.” They’re staring in each other’s eyes. “This is crazy.”

“I know. I’m going to try that kiss one more time.” She kisses Sonnet a little longer. When she stops and starts to back up, Sonnet pulls her back and they french kiss. They continue to french kiss and finger themselves at the same time. Eventually, Jana puts one leg over Sonnet’s leg and grinds herself on Sonnet’s leg.

“Come up higher. Rub your pussy against mine.” They get down to the floor and trib feverishly until they’re worn out. Then they stay intertwined on the floor, kissing and caressing each other.

Jana says “I like dancing for you.”

“Can I come watch you at the club?”

Jana thinks about it. “That’s not going to be a good idea, because I can’t resist you. But how about if you come over whenever my shift ends and I’ll dance for you. Or you for me.”

“I promise to do that.” And they kiss as the scene fades.

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Naked Houseboy , his BBW Boss Ch. 20

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Party 20 of an ongoing story…

“So what do you want to watch?” Carrie had asked. Since I was still locked in chastity, we had decided that watching a movie would be a good way to pass the time. Knowing that she, like me, had a bit of a nerdy side, I suggested Star Wars.

“One of the originals?” she asked.

“Are there any others?’ I countered.

“Fair point. Episode Four then?”

“Sounds good,” I smiled. After our last conversation, A New Hope seemed appropriate. So we climbed into her bed and started the movie. But honestly, I was so tired by that point that I passed out before the opening scroll was finished. When I woke up a few hours later, the movie was over, the screen black, the room dark. I was surprised to find Carrie fast asleep beside me. Well, that wasn’t what surprised me. What surprised me was that she had fallen asleep on her side with her arm draped across my chest. Although it was dark, I could still make out her features. She seemed so peaceful, I didn’t dare wake her.

And yet, there was no way I could extricate myself from her bed without waking her. A dilemma. I looked again at her serene face. And I wondered if maybe, just maybe, the reason she looked so peaceful was because I was there with her. I realized then that I was feeling pretty peaceful myself. But having just woken up, I wasn’t quite ready to fall back asleep again. I was simultaneously with Carrie and alone with my thoughts.

It was a strange situation I now found myself in, lying in Carrie’s bed, her sleeping next to me, her arm across my chest. When was the last time I had shared a bed with a woman? I couldn’t even remember. But the fact that it had been so long was very much by design. I mean, I had had opportunities. But the truth was, I didn’t like sharing a bed with a woman. Not casually, anyway. Sure, if she was really special. But I didn’t seem to cross paths with special woman very often, Carrie notwithstanding.

That was why I had turned towards masturbation. More to the point, it was why I had turned away from sex. Failing the right woman, I just didn’t like being close or intimate with anybody. Sure, sex could be fun, if you got it over with quickly enough. My problem – if indeed it was a problem – was that the longer it went on, sex I mean, the more I had time to think about the person I was with. And usually, the more I thought about the person I was with, the more I would invariably lose interest. So that by the time it was over, the last thing I wanted to do was spend more time with whatever willing, kindhearted, but ultimately dimwitted woman had seen fit to bedava bahis lay down with me. If I was at her place, I’d just leave, claiming an early day at work the next morning. Or if at my place, I’d move to the couch, pretending I couldn’t sleep while offering some excuse about not wanting to disturb her with my tossing and turning.

At some point, I decided it was just easier to jerk off. It was then that I discovered it wasn’t just easier, it was actually better in every way. Masturbation wasn’t something to be rushed, it was a thing to be enjoyed. I soon learned that I could jerk off for hours and love every minute of it. And when it was over, I felt good. There was no unwanted person around to be avoided. It was everything I wanted.

Except. Except it could get lonely sometimes. Here I had found this thing that I loved and I had no one to share it with. And then I met Carrie. This wonderful woman who wanted to know everything about my little world of masturbation, who wanted to share it with me, enjoy it with me. After I moved in with her, I didn’t feel so lonely anymore. Or so I thought.

But now, laying in her bed with her, I realized that I had, in fact, been missing something. I realized that there really was something beautiful about sharing a bed with a woman. IF it was the right woman. And Carrie certainly seemed to be the right woman. But if she was actually the right woman, shouldn’t I want to fuck her? Did I want to fuck her? Or did I just want her to show me her tits and watch me jerk off to them? That was not a conversation I was ready to have with myself.

One thing I knew for certain, I was very happy to be there in her bed at that moment, her sleeping beside me, her arm across me. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized just how much this had been missing from my life. I smiled. And that was the last thing I could remember before falling back to sleep.

The next thing I remember was being woken up by her alarm the next morning. With a groan, Carrie rolled out of bed and went straight into the bathroom. She had completely ignored me. Had she forgotten I was there? Was she so not a morning person that she couldn’t pay me any mind even if she’d wanted to? Or did she wake up sober and thinking it was a bad idea after all, letting me sleep in her bed? While I certainly hoped it was not the latter, I had to admit that it was a real possibility.

In any case, when I heard the shower begin to run I decided it was time for me to head downstairs. Whether last night had been a good idea or not, I still had a job to do. In a few minutes, Carrie casino siteleri would go down to the kitchen and she would be expecting her coffee.

I had a few moments to think while I was waiting for the coffee to brew. I decided that I wouldn’t say anything about last night. If Carrie wanted to bring it up, that was on her. But if she didn’t bring it up, I would take it as a sign that we were not going to talk about it.

When she finally did come down to the kitchen, she smiled at me as she always did. She didn’t say anything. But then again, we never really talked in the mornings anyway. Was this the normal silence or was it something more? It was killing me! But I had resolved not to bring it up and so I kept my mouth shut.

After a few sips of coffee, her eyes seemed to open a bit. She seemed more alert. I tried not to make eye contact, but I could feel her looking at me. Finally, I met her gaze.

“So,” she said softly. Pregnant pause. “How did you sleep last night?”

How did I sleep last night?! How the hell was I supposed to answer that? If she was about to tell me that last night was a mistake and I was too enthusiastic in my answer, I’d look like an idiot and make things awkward. But if she felt good about last night and I wasn’t enthusiastic, then I’d still look like an idiot and would probably make her feel like an idiot too.

“Oh, you know, pretty good, I guess,” I mumbled, trying to sound as tired as possible. I looked at my feet. “How about you?”

“Oh, Jack,” she smiled, nudging me in the ribs. “I slept like a baby! I honestly can’t remember the last time I slept so well!” A smile started to creep slowly across my lips. And I would have been very happy if she’d stopped there. But she didn’t stop there. “I don’t know. Maybe it was the wine, or the dancing, or the movie. Or some combination of those things, I don’t know. All I know is, I slept so well.” She was smiling.

But my smile was fading. The wine? The dancing? The movie? Not a word about me sleeping beside her. So that was that, then. We weren’t going to talk about it. Well, I guess I could live with it. I mean, I had never expected that I would ever sleep in her bed anyway. So why not just take it for what it was – a perfectly lovely night – and leave it at that. I could do that, couldn’t I? She handed the mug back to me.

“Well, I’d better get to work. Don’t want to be late,” she added with a smile before turning to leave. She was about halfway to the kitchen door before I called out to her.

“Hey, C!”

“What’s up?” she turned to face me. bahis siteleri For a moment, she just stood there, staring at my naked body from across the room. I had hoped it would have been obvious. But she seemed not grasp the reason for my calling to her. “What?” she said again. I pointed to the metal cage around my penis. “Oh!” she gasped. “Right, sorry. Sorry!” With that, she pulled the chain from around her neck. For a moment, she held the key in her hand, looking at it, fingering it. It was almost as if she didn’t want to part with it. I coughed. She looked up at me. With a smile, she tossed the key to me, underhand. By the time I caught it, she was already out the door.

“Well,” I thought as I unlocked myself. “One thing’s for sure. At least she’s gotten used to seeing me in this thing.” Leaving the cage on the kitchen counter, I grabbed my dick and started playing with it. I hadn’t been able to masturbate since yesterday afternoon and it felt so good just to touch myself again. I started up the stairs with the intention of going to my room to finish the job. But at the top of the stairs I got another idea. I wanted to see if last night’s conversation had changed my thinking in any way. And so I did something which, before yesterday, I would never have dreamed of doing. Instead of going to my room, I went to Carrie’s.

I had never allowed myself to masturbate in her room before. It just didn’t seem right. But now her room had something that I needed. I walked right up to the full-length mirror and stood in front of it. I watched my reflection as I jerked my hard cock. And I didn’t mind seeing myself. So what if I love to masturbate? Almost as if hypnotized, I watched myself jerk off. This is who I was and it was time to own it. Carrie was right. I had nothing to be ashamed of.

In the mirror, I could almost see Carrie standing there beside me, smiling. I closed my eyes, remembering how she had undressed behind me the night before. I thought about how, just for a moment, she had been naked in the same room with me. I imagined her massive tits hanging low as she bent down to pick her panties up off the floor. Only this time, she was facing me. Bent at the waist, her enormous breasts hanging down to past knees, smiling at me. I could even hear her voice. “I love how much you love jerking off,” she giggled.

That was all I could handle. Jerking furiously, I exploded all over the mirror. When I opened my eyes, I saw my reflection obscured by the load of cum dripping down the glass. “Shit,” I thought. “Better get the windex!”

After I’d finished cleaning the mirror, I went back to my room for my usual morning nap. I wasn’t really horny anymore, but it was so nice to be out of chastity, that I started playing with myself anyway. I didn’t cum. I didn’t even really get hard. I just sort of drifted off to sleep with my dick in my hand on a smile on my face…

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Elizabeth Defrosted Ch. 10

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(All rights reserved. All characters and events are fictional, the participants were all consenting adults, staunch churchgoers and members of the Rotaries. All safety precautions were observed at all times, social distancing was applied etc.)

This is the story of a naïve girl who embarks in a journey into a world of mysticism and sensual discovery. Join her as she reaches for higher levels or self-knowledge and pleasure.

Elizabeth Frost: An 18 year old first year student from an extremely conservative religious background. Her first experience with sex leads her to becoming a disciple or chela of a Tantra adept, and begin to discover a world of pleasure.

Dr Bill Ogden: General practitioner and eventually lover of Elizabeth’s

Sunitra: Tantra adept, healer and relationship expert, Elizabeth’s teacher and master.

John Wills, retired engineer, tantra adept, Elizabeth’s lover and teacher.

10 Group Worship.

The drink brought a warm glow to Elizabeth’s body, and the second plate of snacks rounded it off very well. Then Sunitra asked: “Is everyone ready for a second round? Elizabeth?”

She nodded, not sure what Sunitra had in mind, and John nodded also when Sunitra looked at him pointedly. She laughed softly. “I need not ask you, you randy goat. Let me put a collection of Shankar on.”

Elizabeth followed her graceful movements, admiring the movements of the slim body in the brilliantly coloured robe. Then Sunitra turned, dropped the robe, and stepped in front of Bill. Pressing his face into her crotch she growled: “Up for some heavy loving, Bill boy? Let’s see if you can still perform.”

Elizabeth moved against John when he pulled her closer, and they sat, looking at the two playing with each other. John slid a hand into her robe, cupping a breast, softly caressing her as Bill ate Sunitra’s pussy, making her arch her back, opening her legs and keening with pleasure. A few minutes later she stood back and gasped. “Enough, you beast! How you take advantage of an innocent little girl like me! And what is that I see rearing its head? I have to investigate.”

She sank on her knees to grasp the erection, presenting her backside to them, and Elizabeth saw the beads of lubrication on her swollen lips. John reached over and caressed the buttocks, stroked the pussy, and asked Elizabeth: “Do you mind if türkçe bahis I play with her a little? I will not neglect you, but I can give pleasure without taking it from you.”

She nodded, admiring the spectacle before her, and feeling a growing erection beneath her. John’s hand still stroked her breast, but the other was now threading between the lips, seeking to find a way into Sunitra’s vagina. She wiggled her backside in appreciation, but slurped at the erection before her. Elizabeth found and uncovered John’s erection, and softly caressed it, then bent her head and kissed it. Soon she had his undivided attention.

She looked up and asked: “Is this right?” He nodded. “Yes, just be careful with the teeth. So, like that is great. A little softer, slower, and there you are. Now if you cup my balls, that would be great. Just keep on like that. Oh, that is good. Softly, he is still a little tender.”

Sunitra was now sitting behind Bill, massaging his chest with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. He lay back against her, totally relaxed. She nibbled softly and crooned something wordless in his ear. massaging Bill’s chest. Elizabeth took in this beautiful scene, then looked at John. He saw the uncertainty and took charge. “Let me kiss you. You have a kissable mouth, and I’m sure you have not been kissed properly.”

He leant her back against the cushions and brought weight on her, his head close to hers. His lips nibbled her cheeks, caressed her nose, moved to kiss her eyes, then her lips. He brushed them softly, then a little harder, his tongue making a soft intrusion. She tasted him, feeling him, welcoming him, and thrilled at the touch of his free hand training down to her breast. A pinch at her nipple sent a small shock through her, and he broke the contact, laughing into her eyes. “That was a nice kiss. I scared you? Let me kiss it better.” He turned to kiss her breast, touch the nipple with his tongue, while her hands sought and found the erection, caressing it.

Elizabeth turned and sought to take the penis into her mouth, seeking it and he obliged, sliding down and leaning on her belly. His weight on her stimulated all sorts of feelings in her and she captured the penis, sucking it while her hands enjoyed his hips, his tight buttocks and his puckered anus. Dimly she was aware of the sounds of Sunitra iddaa siteleri and Bill, both moaning with pleasure.

John was kissing and licking her pussy now and she felt the beginning of her orgasm flowing in her body. His finger probed, sending electric sparks along her nerves. She sought to reach all the sensitive points on his penis, withdrawing it from her mouth and licking the underside, seeking the frenulum, licking with a pointed tongue in the groove under the head. Another finger was stroking the root of his penis, feeling the opening into his pelvis, caressing the prostate gland from outside.

Her vagina welcomed a probing finger, reacting to the soft caresses, the suction on her clitoris. But she knew an orgasm was close. He sensed her reaction and rolled off her gasping body, held her close, and asked: “All right, little one?”

She nodded, and said: “Can you come in me now? I want a man inside me, but gently, not like them.” Next to them Bill had bent Sunitra over a pair of cushions and had impaled her as far as it was possible. Elizabeth watched the cock plunging into the depths of her vagina, exiting and entering again, hearing her little cries of pleasure.

John smiled. “Trust me. I understand you had a bad experience. Get comfortable, but put more cushions under your bum, my hips are not as flexible as they were once. Oh that I had known you them, my dear, what a pleasure that would have been.”

She giggled as he rubbed his cock through her pussy, and her toes curled up with the anticipation. “If you had known me when you were eighteen, what would you have done with me?”

He smiled. “I wonder. Here it comes now, tell me if it hurts.” He thrust slowly, retreated, thrust again, retreated again, thrust a little further. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in pleasure.

She felt the thrusting of his body, the stretching of her opening, and deep in her she waited for the pain. John moved slowly, a hand on her hip, the other caressing her breast. He leant forward and kissed her forehead, then thrust deep inside her, holding still.

“All right?” She had stiffened, her breathing had stopped, and she nodded. Then she uttered: “Oh, yes, it feels good, do it again!”

He thrust steadily now, seeing her pupils dilate as she looked up at him. He felt his own orgasm building deneme bonusu veren siteler and whispered: “Wait for me, little one, wait.”

She nodded, sweat slicking her belly, her legs in the air, her feet clenched. |I’ll try, but it is so good. I can’t wait much longer, please.”

He slowed his movements, long practise having taught him how to pace her. Next to them Sunitra had a loud, shuddering orgasm, then Bill flipped her over and mounted her, grasping her shoulders. Elizabeth was oblivious to them, oblivious to the world. All that existed for her was the thrusting shaft into her depths, the knowledge that John was making love to her, that he was about to come. Then he warned, speeded up his movements, and she felt the semen spurting inside her, filling her. Her body reacted to the hormones, the knowledge of his ejaculation, and she went spinning into an orgasm that would not end. John skilfully kept it going as long as his erection lasted, then he collapsed, panting, on her sweating body.

For long minutes they lay there, she teasing his hair with an idle hand as they watched Bill reaching his climax, plowing into Sunitra with what seemed like savage force. She squealed, thrusting back against him, then his body spasmed, thrusting deeply into her, and held the penis there, spurting his seed into her body. She gasped, screamed, plucked at the cushions, and they could see her vagina milking the seed into its depths. She shook in passion, her body shuddering. Then they, too collapsed and lay as if struck. Elizabeth rolled from under John, smiled at him, and found the duvet, which she draped over the panting couple.

“John, dear, do we have something to drink, to offer them? They are going to need it, me too.”

He rose, still flushed with his exertions. “I can see why she wants you to continue as her chela, such a thoughtful and considerate girl. First I would prescribe a glass of sparkling water to our dear doctor and his love, then perhaps a spirit? Can you make a Mojito? I will show you. And with that I have a pack of sushi in the refrigerator. I hope that would be sufficient to restore all of you.”

The companionship between the four of them was a lesson in friendship Elizabeth had never experienced before, She giggled as she wondered if, maybe, her mother’s prayer meetings had engendered a similar feeling. Sometimes they did pray until they had whipped each other into a fervour. Then Sunitra’s touch brought her back to the room.

“We thank our gods for a magnificent evening, don’t we, Elizabeth? With your permission we will now leave you, she has to be back in her residence soon and she has a test tomorrow.”

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Love Thy Neighbors Ch. 03

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Ms. Small

Someone kicked Robert Crane under the table. He snapped out of his trip down Memory Lane and looked around the restaurant table. The eleven people, including himself, were neighbors and this was the first outing of their newly formed dinner club.

He had been recalling special times he’d had with some of them, such as Roxanne and Brad Bullock on his right, his fuck buddies because the husband liked to watch his wife having sex with Robert. She hadn’t kicked him because she and Brad were engaged in conversation with Darrell and Maude Burke on their other side. Nor was it Kara Brown across the table from Robert because she was too far away. She and her hubby, Don, were his movie stars because they liked him to video them having sex, after which she usually gave Robert oral relief.

Next to Kara was Robert’s wife, Joan, talking to Kara. The two had become good friends, although the film business was kept secret from the Mrs. So, she hadn’t kicked her husband.

“That was me,” Peg Small, on his left, admitted. “You were staring off into space.”

“Just reminiscing about my relationships with some of these people and how we got . . .”

“Involved?” Peg filled in for him when he seemed to be searching for a word.

“Involved?” Robert would have taken that word as a sexual connotation, and however accurate it might be, she couldn’t have known that—unless she was referring to her relationship with him.

“You know what I mean. Your connection, your association.”

“Yeah. I got it.” He didn’t read anything into her correction.

“What about ours? Do you remember that?”

Of course, he did.

* * *

The subdivision was getting a lawyer—as a resident. That was the word going around, but that’s all anyone knew. And with little other fanfare, Margaret Small had moved in and that was it. Except for walking her small dog twice a day, three times on the weekends, she kept to herself.

Ms. Small was neighborly enough to exchange greetings with Robert and other neighbors when on her dog walks, even a few other pleasantries, but little else. That of course, convinced everyone that she had some deep, dark secret. But Robert merely believed that she preferred her privacy.

Finally, Peg—as she eventually let on she liked to be called—became friends with Kara, since they were next door neighbors, and revealed that deep, dark secret: she was a recent divorcee, it had been bitter, and this was her attempt to start a new life. Joan had talked to her a couple of times, but at that point, they hadn’t become close friends yet.

* * *

During one of his afternoon walks, Robert saw a dog wandering around that he recognized from Joan’s description as Peg’s long-haired mutt. The friendly animal approached him, tail wagging wildly. He stooped to pet the pooch and it occurred to him that he’d never seen the canine loose before. He wondered if the dog had gotten out of Peg’s yard, so he scooped—Robert checked underneath—him up and headed to Ms. Small’s front door.

She answered quickly, surprised to see her pet in her neighbor’s arms.

“Hi, I’m Robert Crane, Joan’s husband. I found him running around and I didn’t think he should be.” While she glanced at her dog, Robert couldn’t help being mesmerized by her jet black hair and deep green eyes. He scanned her up and down rapidly. She was quite attractive in her tank top and form-fitting workout pants. All her parts were proportional and shapely, particularly the important parts: tits and ass, not to demean her. This neighborhood just kept getting better.

“Oh, Scooter, did you get out of your little patio,” she was saying. Then she looked up and their eyes met. Robert felt a brief but instant connection. “I’m so sorry,” she offered. “I’ll have to figure out how he got out and fix it.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” Robert said.

“You’re very kind,” Peg said, sounding genuine, taking Scooter from him. “I’m Peg, by the way. I’ll try not to let this happen again.”

“It really was no bother,” Robert reiterated. “As neighbors, we try to take care of each other.”

“Well, thanks again.” Then she closed the door.

Robert couldn’t help remaining at her front door for a few seconds allowing the image of her to ingrain itself. As he walked off, he replayed the encounter in his mind. She had been somewhat subdued, almost sad; although she was happy to see her dog. He would stop short of saying she had been unfriendly, but neither had she been . . . neighborly. Perhaps it was just that she was new and really didn’t know too many people beyond Kara, and to a lesser extent, Joan.

When he mentioned the incident to Joan later, her only comment was, “She does take a while to warm up to people. Kara and I have been talking about having a meet and greet gathering after a few more people move in so everyone can get to know each other. That might prevent awkward moments like you had.”

“Sounds like a great idea,” Robert agreed, meaning illegal bahis it. Recalling his thought upon first seeing Peg, if the subdivision was attracting this many nice-looking women, he definitely wanted to meet them all.

* * *

It was about to be a very dull weekend for Robert. Joan was off to care for her sickly, elderly mother, Brad and Roxanne were going out of town to visit their family—she was terribly annoyed about having to miss their Friday night sexcapades, and if that wasn’t bad enough, Kara and Don were on one of their trips. Since Robert’s weekends with the Bullocks and the Browns had begun, this was the first time everyone had been gone the same weekend. Robert even considered accompanying his wife, but a client needed some work done that ended up taking longer on Friday than Joan wanted to wait, so she went alone.

With nothing to do he decided on a long walk around the part of the subdivision still under construction. He didn’t usually venture that far on his normal walks, but it was interesting to see what other people were doing to customize their houses.

On his return home, who should he see but . . . Scooter . . . on his own—again. Being the good neighbor that he was, Robert picked him up again and excitedly headed for Peg’s house, hoping she was similarly attired.

This time, it took her some time to come to the door. When she finally opened it, he quickly glanced skyward to see if his lucky star was hovering overhead. Instantly returning his vision keenly to her, he was thrilled to see her standing before him wrapped only in a towel.

“Oh, my god, not again.” Her smile was actually becoming. “I’m sorry. I was just stepping out of the shower.”

“It’s really okay. No problem.”

“Come in. Let me go put some clothes on. Just put him down,” she said quickly and trotted off.

He closed the door and eased the dog onto the floor. The animal followed his mistress, so Robert just made himself comfortable on the sofa. Glancing around, he saw that the room was decorated plainly, obviously the look of someone starting over.

Peg was not gone for more than a couple of minutes. She appeared to have slipped on the same tight-fitting workout pants, but this time, her tank top ended midriff, just above her belly button revealing not only a flat abdomen, but the elastic of her pants were slung low on her hips. No doubt she’d thrown on something quick, and the question now taunting him was had she bothered with any under things?

“Okay. Now I’m decent. Can I get you something to drink?” Peg asked. She had a very soft tone of voice.

This was turning out better than Robert expected. However, he thought the towel was more than decent. “Sure,” he answered enthusiastically.

Again, Peg left him alone for a few minutes this time. And though she hadn’t asked, she returned with two glasses of red wine. She sat on the sofa not far from him, twisted to somewhat face him.

Taking a sip, Robert commented by way of making conversation, “Very nice.”

“Well, I thought as much time as you’ve been spending with my dog, I should get to know you.”

“I’d like that also.”

“So, you’re Joan’s husband.”

“I am.”

“She’s a nice person, but I haven’t really gotten to know her very well yet. I like Kara. Really, everyone I’ve met here so far is pleasant. And they all speak highly of you.”

Slightly embarrassed, Robert said, “I’m humbled.”

“Kara talks about how you do their photos and videos, and Roxanne says you help them with things—though she didn’t what things—and now you’re taking care of my dog.”

Robert wondered if that’s all Kara and Roxanne told her. “Well, you seem to know things about me and I know very little about you, except that you’re a lawyer.” He thought it might ruin the mood to mention that he knew she was divorced.

“Yeah, that’s one of my talents, but don’t hold it against me.” She smirked indicating she was joking.

“Oh, what other talents?”

With a smirk, Peg shrugged it off. “Doesn’t matter.”

“Well, you must do okay. This is a nice house for a single woman.”

Sadly, she admitted, “I just went through a divorce. This was part of my settlement. I don’t know what was wrong with my husband. He was never home. Don’t know what he was doing, although I could probably guess. He just never wanted to have anything to do with me. I was—still am—lonely. I guess if I’d known another man, it would have driven me to him.”

“Well, if you don’t mind me saying, your ex was a fool. I find you very charming.”

She shrugged. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be boring you with this.”

“I don’t mind listening if it helps.”

“I guess I’ve kind of shut myself out from everyone. I’m just tired of listening to all the advice the women at work are trying to give.”

“Such as?”

“Oh, I’m sure everything you can imagine.”

“Maybe you need to listen to a man for a change.” Robert smiled casino siteleri warmly. “A few of us are nice guys.”

“I can see that you are.” She studied him for a moment. “So, tell me what you think.”

“I see a beautiful woman who should only be with someone who appreciates her.”

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. That’s very sweet.”

The gazed into each other’s eyes quietly. Robert would have liked nothing more than to let this go further, even to the point of making the first move. The dreamy expression on her face suggested that she might be receptive. But given her recent divorce, she might just be ripe to be taken advantage of, and he didn’t want to do that.

Breaking the gaze, he downed the remainder of his wine and stood slowly so it didn’t seem like he was rushing off. “Well, thanks for the wine.”

Peg arose also and followed him to the front door. “Thanks again for returning Scooter.”

“My pleasure. If you need help fixing wherever he’s getting out, I’ll be more than happy to help.”

“I thought I had, but I guess, not well enough. I’ll make another attempt, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll take you up on your offer.”

* * *

Not surprisingly, Robert dreamed of Peg that night, and of course, she was wearing only the towel that naturally came off revealing a body that rivaled Roxanne’s and Kara’s. However, since he did not have the Friday night workout with Roxanne and Brad, he didn’t sleep late on Saturday as he would have, and by afternoon, he was bored out of his mind.

He took another walk staying within visual range of Peg’s house hoping that maybe the dog would find his way out of the yard again. But after an hour of basically walking around in circles, he had no such luck. And if anyone was watching, no telling what they might think.

Of course, someone’s eyes were witnessing his strange behavior.

But then, just as Robert was about to head home, he heard the metal clang of a mailbox. He turned just in time to see a gust of wind blow the loose-fitting robe Peg was wearing as she stepped out to check her mail. The garment flew up exposing the nakedness of her lower body underneath. As she fumbled to pat the robe down, she was no longer able to keep Scooter contained, so he managed to get out.

“Scooter! Come back,” she cried. Apparently, she had once again just showered and probably had thrown the robe on loosely just to grab the mail, so attempting to hold the envelopes and keep the garment together prevented her from chasing the animal.

Robert smiled to himself as he went to the rescue, which really required little effort since Scooter came running up to him. Of course, Peg watched as her neighbor once again returned the frisky pet.

Robert’s heart was beating fast; not because of any exertion due to the retrieval, but because of what he saw. Up close, not only was the robe loosely tied, it was only pulled together at the waist by the belt. Though her breasts were still mostly concealed, much of her chest and legs were out in the open. And best of all, the garment was very sheer enabling him to see every contour of her shapely body, including the outline of her areolas and the imprint of her nipples.

“My hero,” Peg sighed with relief. “Would you mind bringing him in?”

Wordlessly, with only a big smile, Robert followed her into her living room and set the dog down. Peg made a feeble attempt to fix herself, but something told him she wasn’t maybe as concerned as she made herself seem.

“I didn’t realize it could be so breezy out there,” she said, dropping the mail on a nearby end table and shaking her head to haphazardly fix her hair.

“Yes, we are pretty exposed here,” he pointed out, making a play on words.

She looked down at herself. “Yeah. But not as much as we could be.”

He nodded, picking up the insinuation. “What would greater exposure do for us?”

“Endless possibilities, I should think.” There was a gleam in her eyes.

“Seeing what the wind can do has been quite uplifting.”

She glanced down at him. “I can see that. And more needs to be done about this problem that the wind has caused.”

“Yes, because it’s growing.”

Elevating this to the next level, she lifted a finger to one of her clearly extended nipples and rubbed it. “Well, as you can see, I’ve made some points of my own. So, I’d really like to take matters into my own hands.”

“I’m only too eager to see what you have in mind.”

Peg reached down and flattened her palm against his hard cock.

“Should we be doing this?” he asked, but only because he thought he should.

“We should do exactly what we both want to do.”

Robert nodded.

Her hand still touching him, she noted, “I haven’t had the pleasure of one of these in a long time.”

Not certain if they were still speaking in double entendres, Robert said, “Then by all means, indulge yourself.”

She rubbed her hand up and down, poker siteleri the feeling drawing a whimper from her lips. She rested her head against his chest and he moaned softly to signify his enjoyment. Her demeanor told him that she had been ignored and just needed some tender loving, and that’s what he intended to give her. It wouldn’t be the rough and tumble of Roxanne, nor the flair and theatrics of Kara—unless Peg chose it.

He lifted her face, slid his hand gently around her neck and pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back eagerly. It remained tender, but also urgent, hungry. They sank down onto the sofa, their mouths never separating. Pausing for a breath for barely a second, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled them back together. Tongue action followed, telling him that this might become more intense than he had anticipated, and certainly intended.

Her hands reached around his neck, grasping tightly. He felt that if she could crawl into him she would. With his lips, he pushed her down. But before they were halfway supine, she stopped him. Was he too aggressive? His answer came back instantly when she clutched another handful of his shirt, this time tugging him up with her as she stood again. Instead of another lip lock, she led him into her bedroom.

Now, they were in each other’s arms again, lips mashed together, tongues dueling. Before long she was dragging him down onto the bed, or was he pushing her? Once on her back, he couldn’t help spreading what there was of her robe, and before his face could make contact with her belly, she was pulling his head to it. She didn’t resist when his hand cupped her breast. Her mewl was her approval.

Robert kissed his way up the valley of her tits back to her lips, then around to nibble hungrily on her neck. They clasped each other’s hands, lifting them above her head. Her beautifully round breast crowned by a bullet of a nipple beckoned him. His tongued bathed it in saliva before he sucked it sweetly into his mouth. He gave the other equal time.

But Peg could only take it for so long before she clawed at his shirt to remove it. When it was off, she attacked his nipples, something his other three women did not frequently do to him. Of course, he loved it. He cupped her head and pressed it tightly against his chest. She received the message and applied more pressure. His grunt was nearly involuntary.

Pulling him back down on top of her, while he again kissed all over her neck and chest, she reached for his belt and zipper. Getting past those obstacles, she rolled him over onto his back to go for his dying-to-be-released cock. Once she had it out, on her knees she bent to take it into her mouth. She was good, but it lasted only a minute before she was tangled in her robe, so she rose on her knees, removed it and told him to get undressed also. He did so very quickly.

With Peg supine again and unencumbered by clothing, Robert couldn’t help but let his hand drift down to her pussy. It felt delicate, exquisite, and a little wet. She let out one of her little whimpers when his hand made contact. He was gentle with his finger work.

“Do me,” she begged urgently.

Who was he to refuse? He rolled her onto her right side, lifted her left leg slightly, then rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit until it easily slid in.

“Oh, yeahhhhhhh,” she murmured softly.

Robert began thrusting slowly. He reached around to cup and fondle her breast, and lifted her arm around to grip him in a head lock. She then twisted her upper body around to face him with the most contented look he had ever seen. They kissed intermittently because the position made it uncomfortable to lock lips for too long.

Every so often, she would let out an, “Oh, yeah.”

Her pussy was tight, he guessed, from little time with anything in it. But for him, that just made it all the more divine.

She graduated to: “Oh, shit!” and then she came; nothing earth-shattering, just a nice pleasant, satisfying orgasm. It didn’t last long. She kissed him when she was finished and a huge smile appeared on her face. “More,” was all she said.

Robert was only too happy to oblige. This time, he moved her onto her back, squatted on his knees and entered. Peg reached up and put her arms around him as far as they would go, but eventually pulled him down into the missionary position so they could kiss. She liked to kiss while having sex. He varied his pumping going from fast to slow and back. When he was really drilling her they could feel and hear his balls slapping against her, and when he decelerated, he angled his thrusts to hit every part of her pussy. She liked both speeds, and often dictated which he should use by the hold she had on his back.

After several minutes, she stopped abruptly and announced, “I want on top.”

So, they switched and she bounced up and down on him swooping in to press lips together. This was another one of those parts of copulation that Robert seldom had the opportunity to enjoy. He rather liked being on the bottom, particularly having a great pair of tits, hanging in his face earning that slang name of “knockers” as they clashed together. He couldn’t help but reach up and hold each to stabilize them and enjoy their heft in his palms.

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A work of fiction

Being a work of fiction, everything is made up, even the stuff that bears the same name as stuff that exists in and around Houston, Texas City and Galveston.

Including the sexual activity all of which occurs between characters at least 18 fictional years of age.

I sat in the leather wing back chair in the headmaster’s private office waiting. He was in the room next door talking to the school secretary. They were probably trying to get hold of my parents, good luck with that. I wouldn’t have been left here at Bayou Academy the swankiest boarding school in River Oaks if my parents had wanted to be bothered raising me. “She’s been found, unharmed. Very good. Send me a bill for any expenses you incurred.” Fifteen words, well CEO’s like my father are busy men.

“Where have you been for the last three days, young lady?” That was the question that Mr. Ezell wanted an answer to when he returned. Completely unaware that my ‘unauthorized absence” from campus began at the end of sixth form on Friday, not with my inexplicable absence from first form on Monday. I had been gone for 66 hours before they had even noticed I wasn’t there. Well Lynn and Marcie had the habit of just marking everyone down for everything, just assuming that they were somewhere on campus where they should have been at lights out on Friday and over the weekend.

Here it was the middle of my last semester at Bayou, half-way between my eighteenth birthday and graduation and I just disappeared for almost six whole days. So, I guess asking for an explanation is reasonable. I wish I had a reasonable explanation. It was a weird weekend. Maybe I should just go with the truth.

“Well see, Headmaster Ezell, this beautiful exotic wisp of a 26 year-old Chinese lady my uncle dates held me captive in my grandfather’s boat house for five days. But it wasn’t bad, I rather enjoyed it and she taught me how to make love to a woman.

“Oh, it’s not like she raped me or anything, we were both a little tipsy. I wasn’t asked, but I probably could have said ‘no.’ I’m really glad I didn’t because it so nice. Which is pretty funny when you think about it. Because I live at an all-girls boarding school. One would think there would have been multiple opportunities for me to learn those sorts of skills without ever having to leave campus.

“And strictly speaking I wasn’t actually being held prisoner, although Guo did tie me up a few times and Uncle Mike did once too. It’s more that my uncle had just stolen my car and I didn’t feel like walking. Besides which, where would I go? I don’t actually know anybody who lives in Texas City. And before he took my car Uncle Mike took all of my money so I couldn’t very well take a cab back here. And I couldn’t use the phone in my grandfather’s cabin because then I would have had to explain why I was there.

“And that would likely lead to questions such as why it was that his boat which hasn’t seen the surface of Galveston Bay in two or three years is crammed full of boxes of women’s apparel, hats, belts, purses and other fashion accessories. As is most of his boathouse, well at least the part of it that my uncle isn’t shacked up with Guo in.

“Well Uncle Mike, he didn’t really steal my car. He just borrowed it without asking me when I came over to give him the money that I owed him. He had to leave rather quickly because he had to go out to raise more money to keep a few of his business associates from beating him up. See he had borrowed money from them to pay his girlfriend’s family back in China, but there is this really big ocean between Taiwan and Texas, just ask Mr. Sinclair, and things sometimes get delayed.

“But I don’t want you to think Mike is a bad influence. He doesn’t usually deal with dangerous sorts. But banks are iffy about issuing letters of credit to college dropouts who want to buy thousands of dollars worth of dresses on a handshake deal through intermediaries in order to ship them across an ocean and hide them in a boathouse you’re not supposed to be living in. So that you your girlfriend and your niece who is three years younger than you can sell them to other rich girls. Like the ones at her swanky boarding school.

“Mike is really considerate, he sold his car to raise cash not mine. And he or Guo cook for his father who is still pissed at him for dropping out of A and M and they make sure that grandpa gets all of his meds and to his doctor’s appointments. And they aren’t making me sell their stuff, I wanted to learn about the business, and they sell a whole lot more of it than I do anyway.

“Mike certainly could have got more for my car than for his old Camero. But he didn’t and that’s only partly because mom’s name is the one that is actually on the title for my car. Mike has ingenuity and can usually skirt a technicality like that with ease. And while my mom, his big sister could probably kick his ass, that’s just because he’s a gentleman and wouldn’t fight back. I knew he’d bring it, I mean my car back… Someday.

“And he didn’t canlı bahis really steal my money. He is good for it. Mike just took it because he needed it, we needed it for our business. Even with everything Mike, Guo and I had and after selling the Camero he was nearly four thousand dollars light. Like Mr. Mitchener teaches, it takes money to make money.

“Well I don’t actually know that Mike’s partners were going to ‘cut him up’ for not having the money on time. Guo might have actually said ‘cut him out,’ like out of the deal, or ‘cut him off,’ say from additional shipments. Like I said we were both pretty tipsy from drinking that brandy that we were unable to sell because the labels were in Chinese while we were waiting for Mike to get back.

“You know I should mention that to Mr. Mitchener, if you try to sell something in the good ole ‘US of A’ it really helps if the labels are in English and people don’t have to take your word for what’s in the bottle. Guo, she has this really adorable accent, I think I was kinda mesmerized by the way her lips moved and her delicate facial expressions. I just wasn’t listening especially well. I guess Mrs. Johnson is correct when she says I do, or is it don’t do that sometimes in class.

“I mean I am not selling anything illegal here on campus. Dresses, hats, purses, scarves, although strangely nobody will buy the shoes. Even though they are exactly the same quality as the ones that get sold in the big department stores because they were made in the same factory from the same material by the same workers. They just don’t have the labels.

“Mrs. Donaldson might say there is a certain kismet in my getting spending money out of purses. And its not that my parents don’t provide spending money. But dad would understand, he’s a businessman, why should I ask him for money. I can show him that I know how to use the education he paid for, that I am receiving here to figure out how to make my own money.

“Our enterprise is sort of an extra credit, extra-curricular business project, a form of self-directed Junior Achievement. Even if Mike and Guo aren’t students here, I mean they would make good students here. Uncle Mike is a real hustler, and I mean that as a complement. He always has three or four business operations going at once.

“Mike is mom’s little brother, half-brother technically, and is only 3 years older than I am, and he didn’t really flunk or drop out of A and M. What had actually happened was that he just got busy applying what he had learned there and forgot to go to classes. Yeah, you know I can see how that would happen.

“And Guo, she speaks four or five languages and is a math whiz. She knows, or rather her extended family know the folks who run the factories back in Taiwan and Singapore. Oh, and they are both top notch at…”

My brain functioned well enough to tell my lips to stop moving as I thought about just what it was Guo and Uncle Mike were so very, very good at. Things like tying me up and making my body do things that it had never done before. Wonderful things that left me drained and ecstatic, sleepy and wanting more all at the same time. Things that proved to me the existence of God.

As my mind was savoring the carnal delights that I had just discovered Headmaster took the opportunity to speak and give me his trademarked bizarre combination of positive messages.

“Young Lady, you are an adult. You should comport yourself as an adult. You are very nearly finished with your secondary education here. Until Monday you had never given us the slightest cause for concern. Now I understand that once you Fourth-Year-Uppers have university acceptance letters in hand there is a natural tendency to relax. I just hope that you resist that urge and push to finish the race strong.”

“Yes sir.”

“And while I thoroughly enjoyed your whimsical little tale. As I was listening to it I thought that you missed an opportunity, you should have written it out as a creative writing assignment for Ms. Kinney.

“In the future you might just want to say ‘it was a personal matter Headmaster.’ There is no need to make up something, even something that entertaining.”

“Yes sir.”

And that was it. My two-form penalty was over just as if it had been a Green Card on the hockey field. As I walked to Spanish for my sixth form my mind was not on school. I was thinking about the last few days and how they had changed my life forever.

It was right after school on Friday afternoon when I got to grandpa’s boat house. As soon as I arrived Mike asked me for all the cash I had and then he took off in my car with Guo following him in his purple Camero. I didn’t expect for them to be gone for nearly as long as they were. By the time they returned I had already looked through all of the inventory in the place twice and had made a stack of what I thought I could move.

I was wondering where it was that they could have gone when Mike returned driving my car. He quickly dropped Guo off at the curb before leaving. Guo came in and opened kaçak iddaa a bottle of that plum brandy which we had bought way too much of. She seemed briefly surprised at my presence, as if she had forgotten but quickly recovered and poured me a glass as well.

It was Chinese, I guess that stands to reason it’s why all of the labels were in Chinese. Guo could read them, and she read them to me then she told me how the brandy was made. Those who passed up the opportunity to buy this at cost were idiots who don’t have any idea what they missed out on.

I didn’t realize it on Friday, but Guo was worried, that’s why she was so talkative. She was normally very shy and reserved. Not unfriendly but hard to entice out of her protective shell. She was worried about Mike, who was really more like my big brother growing up than an uncle. So that was the first subject of our evening’s conversation.

After a few glasses of brandy and hours of conversation she kissed me. The first kiss was light, delicate, incremental. Asking the question but allowing for a polite decline to her offer. While I had never been kissed like that by a girl before, it wasn’t unexpected given our conversation. She was missing and worried about Mike. It’s like I was a part of Mike. I did not push her away.

We watched the Bay and the lights of Galveston across the water that night staying behind the sea wall to the north side of boat house so that we could not be observed from the cabin. It’s a weird but loving arrangement Mike and my grandpa had. Mike is grandpa’s youngest child, by his third wife. Does that make him a half-uncle?

Grandpa was in his mid-fifties when Mike was born, he’s almost eighty now. Either Mike or Guo drop by the cabin each day to cook him something. Usually at lunchtime, to bring him groceries, help him sort out his meds, take anything he needs to the cleaners, drive him to any appointments. We should all be so lucky when we get old.

But grandpa doesn’t know that they are living in the little efficiency apartment inside the boat house, and he wouldn’t approve if he did know. Grandpa is a ‘make it on your own guy,’ he just doesn’t see that Mike really had made it on his own. Mike is like a younger copy of grandpa and would tell you that apartments are a waste of money. To get ahead ownership is key, nobody has ever made it working for anyone or paying anyone rent.

I see now in her body language Guo is a mess. She is worried about Mike and it’s getting worse hour by hour. Drinking to calm herself down, its loosening her tongue considerably. By early afternoon we are through with all of the day’s work and since we don’t have a car, we just spend the afternoon talking. As before we start by talking about Mike. We have become really familiar and having are having more of that excellent yet unsellable brandy. Guo is surprised that there isn’t more ‘girl stuff’ at Bayou.

There probably is it’s just that I am not being invited to participate. We were talking about something that I can’t remember anymore because of what Guo said next. Something that changed my life. Guo told me that she likes it when Mike ties her up before he teases her and then fucks her. Wow, what a revelation. I mean its not like I was a virgin, although I was roughly seven volumes shy of being the next Anais Nin.

Guo, a normal rational human being whom I know and respect likes to be tied up before being fucked. I guess it isn’t that uncommon I have read about it. For lots of people, especially smart ones, it’s just hard to turn off one’s brain and just be in the moment. Not to be constantly thinking and planning each step which puts a real roadblock in front of enjoying our animalistic part. Sex. Letting her Mike take charge was her way of just being in the moment.

Like I said we were really tipsy. So she showed me how to tie her down. Of course she can’t actually tie herself down, but she can tie me down and ask that I imagine that we have switched places. She gave me a demonstration of what sex could be like when one is totally completely helpless and subject to the ministrations of ones lover.

Oh my dear God, my heart cries for the atheists who never experienced this. I was juicing like Tropicana. This cannot be an accident. Someone above had to truly love me, us and want us to be happy as Benji so eloquently wrote to his Parisian lover two hundred years ago. I don’t know if it was that Guo was eight years older and more experienced, or that she was a girl (I had never been with a girl before) and knew about girls, or if it was the lack of control.

It was so counter-intuitive. I gave up control I let my lover take complete charge, of absolutely everything, and in return she gave me more than I could ever imagine existing. Saurday night was heaven, for a few hours we pushed the question “where is Mike” from our minds.

By Sunday morning that unanswered question had returned with a vengeance. Guo was getting worse by the minute just waiting for his return. I tried my best to distract her by creating kaçak bahis an unnecessarily complicated luncheon for grandpa and one of his neighbors. But Guo is no dummy, she is good at math and Mike has been gone for the better part of three days.

Afternoon having come and our duties completed we retire to the boat house where the student becomes the master. Using her flawed remembrance of the lessons only once given as her only guide she ties Guo to her bed. Lovingly paddles her butt, fingers her moist interior. Savors her unique essence. She knows she isn’t the best, but she tries. She is part of the absent Mike maybe that helps.

Monday morning came and Guo clad only in her nightshirt had herself wrapped in a tight little ball and was sitting in the apartments one chair. Her knees tight under her chin. I could not get her to react to me. I could not distract her or get her to help with making grandpa’s lunch. It was so hard to leave her like she was.

While I was at the cabin washing the dishes Mike arrived in my car. I leapt up bolting from the kitchen running across the lush Bermuda grass to the crushed shell driveway as he got out of my car. I grabed him and hugged him then took a step back and hit him with a quick one-two on his chest and his shoulder.

“Ow, what’s that for,” he said raising both hands palms out as if to block more blows. “Your cars fine there isn’t a scratch on it I even put gas in it.”

“You shit. I don’t give a rat’s ass about the fucking car. You get over to the boat house. Right now, Guo has freaking lost it. She thinks that you’re dead or something.”

“Uh, yeah. When did…”

“Walk now! We can talk later.”

Even now I am not sure where that outburst came from. I guess I had really bonded with Guo and was feeling her pain… Or something.

I walked slowly back to the boathouse where Guo and Mike were talking and she was crying and then they were hugging. I stood dumbly on the deck staring off at Galveston Bay for a while until I was surprised by Guo’s hand touching mine. She led me back into the boathouse. She hugged me and Mike hugged me. She kissed me deeply, passionately right in front of Mike.

Then she took her dress off. She was holding Mike’s hand in one of hers and my hand in the other when she led us back to their bedroom. She released our hands at the foot of their bed and walked to the closet returning to us with a small box that she presented to Mike. As Guo laid face down upon their bed Mike opened the box, facing me showing me its contents. A blindfold, gag, four cuffs and two small paddles inside.

Mike handed me the smaller of the two paddles and set the cuffs on the bed at Guo’s feet. Then he put the box on their dresser. He directed me to the head and then to the foot of the bed and by way of several silent slow deliberate motions shows me how to buckle Guo’s wrists and ankles without pinching, abrading or twisting her flesh. His deliberate silence intensifying the erotic quality of the moment.

We sat side by side at the foot of the bed as he showed me how to properly spank Guo’s gorgeous fanny. He showed me how wet that made her, how sent her to heaven by playing with her cunt, her most tender flesh with his fingertips, lips, tongue, one whole finger, two and then… He had me duplicate his ministrations on her person and he undressed me as I did. As I was making Guo come he took his clothing off and showed me how to erotically transfer Guo’s wonderous lubricant to her other smaller orifice and to his erect member.

Then in one of the most surreal moments of my life Mike touched my soaking wetness and transferred some of my lubricant to his penis mixing it with hers and inserted himself into Guo’s waiting posterior as I watched. He had his right hand on my willing ass as he pushed himself full length into her. I started playing with myself with my right hand while placing my left on Mike’s ass pistoning away into her. If it wasn’t a tie, it was a photo-finish. Two one and one.

So, Tuesday morning arrived too soon for my liking and I had a really hard decision to make. What I should have done was go back to school. I actually had my car, Mike had just returned it. But of course Mike and Guo who were after all looking after grandpa didn’t have one which was really just a convenient excuse. I wanted to stay and learn so much more. I told myself that I was learning far more here than I would be at school.

On the evening of my last day of captivity we went over and had dinner with grandpa. Mike barbecued some sirloins and asparagus spears glazed with apricot jam, baking potatoes wrapped in foil on the grill as well. After a nice dinner and couple of Shiners we returned to the boat house. Where Guo uncharacteristically gave me a direct command. To get undressed. So that Mike could tie me to their bed.

I don’t generally enjoy being told what to do, but I trusted Mike and Guo, I acquiesced. Mike pulled my hair back behind my head and while deeply kissing me tied a ribbon around it. Then he placed the leather blindfold on me while Guo buckled the cuffs on my wrists and ankles. Someone slipped the pillows under my ass as they played ‘guess whose eating you right now,’ not a ‘Parker Brother’s game, but wonderous just the same. They had two different and I dare say quite complementary styles.

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Blonde

Sometimes things just happen, and happen in ways and places we never expect.

It all started when I finally decided to switch gyms from the overpriced sweat locker I had been going too forever. One of my friends told about this nice quiet gym on the edge of town, open 24/7, with lots of machines and very few stupid assholes who don’t take a hint.

They even have a section for martial arts in one end, so I could practice my Kempo if the mood strikes me. They even allow sparring provided you let the gym supervisors know beforehand. Best of all cute guys that you would actually like to meet come to this gym.

One in particular stands out, He is tall, lean and muscular. He is a few years older than you, but he can’t be more than 25. His name is Greg or something like that, you’ve heard it called a few times across the gym. With dark hair he is quiet and serious looking with a calm smile that gently exudes confidence in whatever he is doing.

On the occasions you cross paths headed for the same machine he always nod slightly and lets you go first. He seems like a regular fixture at the gym and almost every time you go he is there. Always the same routine for him running for an hour, then weights showing surprising strength from his lighter frame. His rash-guard doing nothing to hide the fact that he is pure muscle, with his cut shoulders and arms doing more than some of the much larger regulars.

What stands him out however besides whatever is hiding in his slightly loose fight shorts. Most of his workout is spent on the blue mats on the far end of the gym just besides the treadmills. Practicing strange exercises you had never seen before. It’s clearly some kind of martial art, some portions even remind you of Kempo.

The exercises are alien to you and you can’t place what martial are he is trained in. The fluid movements are tantalizing, graceful and clearly designed to work all parts of the body at once. You often find on the treadmills so you can get a view of him. Even after you leave the gym you find your thoughts wandering back to his lean chiseled body and his exotic martial art.

You almost missed a step and went sprawling out on the treadmill that time he was balanced upside down on his shoulders and his shirt fell down, giving you a great view and proving that what is beneath the rash-guard isn’t a facade.

After at least an hour of his fluid exercises he switches to a second set of movements, this on much more clear in its intent. Swift punch and kick forms similar to kickboxing, the forms show amazing balance, it’s so flowing it almost looks like lethal kind of dance the way he moves. He never utters a sound, his breathing steady and his calm expression never dissipating.

You know he takes note of you watching him from the treadmills, he will pause for a moment while he takes in that he is being watched. When hes returns to his routine he has a slight bonus veren siteler redness behind his ears.

Over time you find yourself looking for him in the gym and as he trains, you find yourself wondering what else those strong legs might be good for. Wondering what hides inside those shorts, biting back how much you want to sink your teeth into that lean body. Shortly after warmth starts spreading between your legs and you enjoy feeling how your panties rub against your clit as you jog.

Staring intently it was almost as if you could glimpse something sizable in his shorts. Thank god you wore black today, no one will notice the wet spot. Before long you find yourself working yourself up on how to talk to him. It’s not unusual for you to be shy but something about him flustered you.

Tonight however was different, you don’t know what came over you but you came dressed to kill. Tight shorts instead of your regular gym pants, tight tank top, light bra and no panties. Everyone in the gym takes notices and while half the time you catch a couple people checking you out, today it would be hard to find someone who wasn’t openly doing so. You even caught Greg catching a glimpse, you stuck your tongue out at him. Knowing he was busted, you were rewarded when he gave you an apologetic smile and an uncharacteristic wink. Anxious and eager to keep going farther you press him for more and approach the edge of the crash mats.

“What style is that? I’m a Kempo black belt but I’ve never seen movements like yours? I see you do it all the time but I don’t know what you practice.” You inquire half curious, half using it as an excuse to talk to him.

Shrugging his shoulders, the rolling muscles distracting you from fully paying attention to the answer “Well the ground work is Russian Sambo, the strikes are mostly from Savate. Of course I’ve picked up few other tricks here and there.”

“Do you think you could teach me some? I’d love to learn some ground work. In reality you just want to get up close and personal with guy that has been inadvertently teasing you the past month. “Kempo does a lot of stand-up but not a lot of ground work.” Pleased at how well you made it sound innocent and hoping to god he says yes.

“I’d love too But I will need to see what your skills are, why don’t we start with something easy. No strikes, just try to knock me down anyway you can.”

“Okay” you replied thinking this will be cake, he can’t weigh more than 160 pounds and you know some good take-downs from Kempo. Leaning against him and putting as much force as you can into the strong form. It felt like pushing against a brick wall, every time you moved he would adjust ever so slightly. Take-downs were equally useless, he would just shift his weight keep you from upsetting his center of balance.

Frustration at you own ineffectiveness made you sloppy and before you could bahis react, he snaked both arms under your own suddenly and pulled you to him. Chests pressed together, your breasts against his hard body. Your nipples hardened as you felt his shorts brush against yours.

“I’ve got under-hooks” he smiled pleased with himself “My arms locked and I’m stronger, you won’t be able to get me to off balance now.”

Feeling his weight pressing against you, you suddenly let yourself fall backwards pull him down with you. His face landed neatly in your crotch, stunned at his sudden intimate proximity to you. He didn’t react or move at all, so you flip over on top of his back and claim your victory by sitting on his chest.

“Very clever, you win this round” he said pleasant surprise plastered across his face. “So you want to learn how to play on the ground then? First rule, when you pass a guard control the arms.” Leaning forward and wrapping his arms around your hips he flips you over. Now he is on top, your body pressed against his and now you really get to feel what he is made of. His hard-on pressing into you through your shorts and sending a jolt to your pussy.

Then before you can react he leans forward and slides up past your legs and trapping an arm between two of his. “Got you cutie” He smirked.

“Best two out of three you insist” you insist as he releases you and smiles.

“Now I will show you how to guard on the ground.” Wrapping your legs around his waist. “The idea here is to gain dominate position, I will try to put you into a hold. While you do everything you can to prevent it.” Guiding you with his hands, he gives instructions. “Lock your legs and use them to hold be me back.”

As you lock your legs you become acutely aware that his hard-on is now just several inches from

being able to slip inside you. Trying to concentrate and focus but finding it hard as he starts to move forward rubbing the bulge in his shorts against your pussy and as you push him back you find it now rubbing against your ass.

Working his way forward and using my arms he sneaks past one leg and creeping forward past your defenses. Refusing to lose again a sudden thought comes to your mind and your grab the bulge in my pants and literally grab him by the shaft. “That’s cheating” he chuckled and smiled.

“You said do everything to stop you and I stopped you!” you grin wickedly. The gym at a glance was now deserted.

“Not yet little lady let’s see if you can maintain your guard under stress.” His hands moved to your chest and started teasing your breasts. While using a leg to press gently down on your shorts and rubbing against your clit through the material. The dampness is starting to became noticeable and it was becoming very hard to not moan from all the attention. It didn’t help having his nice cock grasped with between your fingers through his shorts.

One deneme bonusu of your hands reached down pulling off his shorts and giving you access to him. His left hand pulls your tank top and bra down exposing your nipples. His body presses your weight downward and shifting the weight backward as he presses his cock against your pussy lips through the fabric. His head moves to your chest his lips closing around your nipple. Biting it gently, causing you to gasp in pain and pleasure. Knowing full well that others can easily enter the gym and discover you at any time, you find suddenly you don’t care. All you care about as you tug you shorts down is getting that hard dick between your legs.

Pulling him toward the offering in mock wrestling, allowing one hand to runs down the shaft that will soon be inside you. While his hands runs over your pussy, slipping the tip of a finger down the moist length and sliding a finger inside you. Your already so worked up you clamp down on the intruder, and your hips rock slightly sliding it in and out a half inch.

Then where there was one now two fingers appear and these make their presence felt by pressing deep inside, until a third appears at your asshole teasing slightly, testing your reaction. Finding no resistance it slips itself inside the tight opening and he eagerly proceeds to finger both your willing holes.

You begin to climb up to a climax and sensing a change in your heavy breathing, he shifts forward. Placing the head of his hard shaft at your entrance and slamming himself into you. The need that has been clawing at you is finally fulfilled as he thrusts his hips into yours, bottoming out and causing you to squeal in delight. Breaking your hands free, you dig your fingernails into his back and trying to pull him deeper into you while he fucks the life out of you right there on the gym floor.

So much teasing doesn’t let you last long you quick cum, once then twice in succession at the end of the relentless shaft. Driving deep with those strong legs, giving you exactly what you have been fantasizing about since you first caught eye of the flowing movements. That hard conditioning now transferred to slamming his hard shaft into you with a speed and intensity that shoots pleasure through your body.

Finally as a third orgasm washes over you, you get so tight it sends him over the edge. He cums with you, in your now thoroughly fucked pussy sticky warmth explodes inside you. Spent he collapses on top of you, and you wrap an arm around his neck and lean forward “I win” You say as you hold him gently in the choke-hold.

He replies with a muffled “You win.”

After a few moment we recompose ourselves and realize being half naked in a gym is a bad idea and we re-cloth, you pulling your shorts up, his seed dripping from your pussy.

Smiling that same calm smile and never taking his eyes off you. “If you ever want some more lessons, i’d love to try and get past that guard again and I’ve a private sparring mat at my place” He offered.

“I’m free tomorrow.” You say with a smile

“Sounds perfect, Pick you up at 7?” Greg asked holding your smile with one of his own.

“It’s a date”

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Love Letter Ch. 06

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LL 6 Real Life Intervenes

****This story picks up where LL 4 left off except this time life isn’t as perfect as either of them would want it to be. ******

Another two weeks had gone by and they had both been busy, so much so that there were days that went without any calls or even e-mail between them. That was something new for them and it only served to heighten the tension when they finally did find a workable day and time in their schedules.

She was already undressed and laying in the bed, sitting back against the headboard, smoking what appeared to be the third cigarette since she had gotten there. Her left leg was bent and he had no problem seeing how her fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy as she waited for him to undress and join her.

“Starting without me,” he asked?

“More like I couldn’t wait,” she said.

“It’s been weeks since I’ve had any and right now I just need your face in between my legs, so hurry up and shower and get that cute ass, your cock and your mouth back out here”, she continued.

Five minutes later he walked out of the bathroom and did just that. When he got to the edge of the bed he bent over to capture a nipple in his mouth and reached down to replace her fingers with his. She was already quite wet and his middle two fingers slid easily inside of her. She left her hand down between her legs so she could rub her clit with her fingers and the other hand moved to cup the breast he was sucking on to make it easier for him. This was what she had been waiting for the last few days. All of the warmth and tingling from the surge of adrenaline that was starting to course through her added to the fire inside that had been building since she had bahis siteleri walked in the door. She swore to herself that it would never be this long between meetings again.

“Time for lunch”‘ he said letting the nipple out from between his lips and as much as he hated to remove his fingers from her, he did and then climbed onto the bed to kneel in between her legs.

“Don’t tease me today,” she said.

“I need to cum now, not ten minutes from now,” she stated.

There was no gentleness in the way he started in on her. Her lips were already swollen and spread apart and his mouth went immediately to take her clit in between his lips and his tongue attacked it, moving it back and forth across it’s length. His lips sucked, pinched and nibbled at it the entire time so that it was never without some kind of attention. He slid his fingers inside of her again, probing for her spot and when he found it her hips pushed hard against his face.

“Fucking yesssss,” she moaned and when she reached to pinch her nipples that put her over the edge.

She came fast and hard and if he hadn’t had his arms around her legs her hips starting to buck would have separated his mouth from where he continued to assault her senses by now stroking his fingers rapidly in and out of her while he continued to suck and tongue her clit with his mouth. He wasn’t going to stop until she asked him to and given her mood today that could be a while.

Until of course her cell phone started ringing.

By the fourth ring she had calmed down enough to reach for it and look at who was calling her.

“Damn it, fuck, I’ve got to call back,” she said.

He rolled over her leg, onto his canlı bahis siteleri back and reached for the towel he had left at the foot of the bed. He was covered with her juices and after wiping his mouth he said, “it’s ok, just call them back and find out what’s going on.”

She did and though he could only hear her side of the conversation he knew that it was at least somewhat serious. He reached over to hold her hand while she continued her conversation and relaxed until she finally snapped the lid closed on the phone.

“We done for today,” he asked?

“Maybe not, I’ll know in 10 or 15 minutes when they call me back with some answers,” she said.

“Arrrghhhh,” she growled. “I’m so damn horny right now and not even close to being finished with you,” she continued.

“Fuck em,” she said and moved her head quickly down so that she could take his cock into her mouth. “Maybe they won’t have to call back,” she thought. “I need this today.”

There was no gentleness in her technique today either and she stroked his shaft furiously as she sucked and licked on the head, wanting him as hard as possible as quickly as she could accomplish it. He wasn’t about to complain since it seemed that whether he wanted it or not this was her day, her agenda. She was definitely setting the pace here.

It was only minutes before she lifted her head and scrambled to get on her knees beside him.

“Get up here and fuck me,” she hissed at him and as he moved behind her she was already reaching back to guide him inside of her.

She was still so wet and open from before so he slid in easily, all the way in until he could feel his balls bump against her. She moved güvenilir bahis a few inches forward and then slammed back into him, did it again, then a third time and he simply followed her lead. His hands grabbed both sides of her beautiful ass and it wasn’t long before they had found a tempo that would work. Halfway out and quickly back all the way in, he could feel every inch of her warm tunnel the whole time as it squeezed, pulsed, almost milked his shaft and when he felt her ass clench he shortened the strokes and sped up.

“Keep going,” she cried out and when he moved a finger to slide just barely into her ass she dropped her head to the bed and surrendered to the pounding. She made sounds, not words as she started cumming almost continuously. He could almost feel the built up tension and emotion flowing out of her as he held himself deep inside, barely moving, waiting for her to come down from where she had flown to.

Her cell phone started ringing again.

There was no swearing this time and he gently withdrew from her pussy and sat back on his heels to catch his breath. She was still kneeling with her head down when the phone stopped and he stepped to the floor and headed for the bathroom. He came back with a cool, wet hand towel and when she rolled to her back he gently cleaned her before handing her the phone.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking one of her cigarettes by the time she closed the phone again. She was still flushed but her expression was one of resignation.

“Finish putting yourself back together and go take care of it,” he said to her.

“You ok with this,” she asked?

“It’s always going to be like this unless we go somewhere, away.” “Even then we won’t ever be completely away unless we have jobs that don’t require us to be available 24/7,” he said.

“Just remember that you owe me one, or a couple for that matter,” he said as he smiled and then leaned over to kiss her forehead.

Life can be like that sometimes.

DB 9/04

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