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Susan was swimming alone in the pool as I walked into the hotel pool area. It was after 2am and I was a little surprised that anyone was there at all. She looked up at me and smiled as she continued her backstroke laps. Susan was about 18, I thought, with a very athletic body. She wore a red one-piece suit with high thigh-cut which clung tightly to her body. Her long blonde hair was wrapped in a tight ponytail.

“You’re a good swimmer” I said, attempting to start some conversation as I took off my robe and began to step into the warm pool.

She stopped swimming and stood up in the shallow end near me. “Thanks” she said as the water dripped from her tight body. “I like it here late since I can’t seem to sleep too well lately. My parents are snoring away in our room upstairs.”

“Yeah, I know what that’s like,” I answered. “Sometimes you just need to let off some energy.”

I noticed her checking out my body as I walked down the steps into the pool. I loved getting reactions to my blue bikini, from both women and men. It shows my ample cleavage and nice 30 year old body very well. I felt my nipples harden under her look, even though I was getting very warm. I noticed Susan’s small but firm tits under her thin suit also had some tiny buds showing through.

“Miss your boyfriend?” I asked. Susan looked at me a little funny, but answered “No, we broke up a while ago. He’s a jerk. I found out he was cheating on me.”

“That’s rough,” I said, moving closer to her. “Sometimes I think men just aren’t worth it.” She nodded, and I continued “You know, we can do all that they can do just by ourselves, we don’t really need them.”

Susan giggled, “Well, SOME things we can’t do like they can, if you know what I mean.”

I smiled, “Oh yeah? I think all we need is a little imagination and some basic tools, and we can do better.”

Susan nervously laughed, but I could tell she was intrigued. She watched me as I laid back and began backstroking, slowly kicking across the pool. She watched me all the way, I’m sure noticing my breasts floating nicely on the water constrained by my tight suit, as my long legs worked effortlessly. Susan walked into waist-deep water, and laid back against the pool edge, kicking gently.

After I made another lap, I stood up again. “Damn, this strap broke again” I lied as I slipped my arm out of one side. “I’ve got to get a new one.” Susan watched as I removed the other strap, as my large but firm breasts bounded out, nipples long and stiff in the air. I was looking at the clasp as if it were broken.

“Oh well, it’s just us girls anyway” I said as I turned the top around and unbuttoned the snap, gently lifting my tits to do it. “You don’t mind, do you?”

I glanced up to see Susan staring at my hardened nipples as I held my bikini top to the side. “Umm, no, not at all” she managed to stutter as she looked away quickly.

I smiled and squatted down in the water. Susan finally looked back at me. I turned away from her slightly as I slid my bikini bottom over my ass and down my legs, and quickly stood up in the shallow end. I tossed it to the side, still facing away from her. My ass was slightly out of the water, so I was sure she got a good look at it.

“I love to skinny dip anyway, if feels so free” I said as I turned back to Susan. “Did you ever try it?”

I caught Susan’s eyes checking my neatly trimmed blonde hair at my crotch. Her eyes slowly raised over my breasts, then to my own eyes. I looked directly into her brown eyes, and she quickly looked away, embarrassed that I had caught her admiring my nude body.

She looked hesitant, but then, as if deciding that she was too curious as to what I would do next, answered. “Yeah, my girlfriend and I used to do it all the time in her backyard pool at night.” Then she quickly added “Skinny dip, I mean.” She glanced at my breasts again, as she made up her mind. “OK, I could use some freedom.”

She turned her back to me, and began to lift the straps from her shoulders, slowly peeling it off her slim, but shapely body for me. She looked over her shoulder at me as she stripped, a slight smile on her face. I felt that twinge between my legs as she lowered the tight suit down, stretching it past her nice firm butt, and bent down to pick it up from the pool bottom. As she bent over, she slowly turned toward me, her small tits hanging under her, pink nipples hardened.

The biggest rush I felt though, was when she slowly stood and turned to toss the suit to the side, and I saw her almost hairless pussy. I could see her pink lips starting to show through the few strands of blonde hair. Her nice thighs were slightly parted as she stood there, so that they converged at her nearly-bald crotch. This was one hot looking girl. Her waist was tiny, making her chest look bigger than it really was. She had a perfect hourglass figure for a girl her age.

I could tell that she was interested in me, I had seen those looks before. Some girls will clam up right away casino siteleri and need more gentle prodding, but Susan was ready for some woman-and-girl experimentation. I decided to be bolder. We both walked into waist deep water, and I stretched out on my back on the water, floating toward her. She came a little closer, until I was next to her, my body across the water in front of her. I looked up into her dark eyes as they roamed my body, taking extra time looking at my pussy. I kicked slowly, spreading my legs slightly to give her a good view of my own puffy lips.

As I floated closer, my side brushed her stomach as she stood, and I felt the electric jolt of desire flow through both of us. She jumped back slightly, but then, getting bolder, moved back towards me slowly. I just gazed into her eyes, trying to let her know that I was open to whatever she wanted. Susan hesitatingly reached out to touch me, placing her hand on my flat stomach just below my heaving breasts. Her eyes were looking them over, noticing the hardened nipples. Her eyes rose to meet mine, looking for the next OK.

“Go ahead, feel them” I said, and she began to caress my tits, gently at first, making my nipples harden even more under her touch. She was enraptured with my body, as she now began pinching softly my nipples. “Ohh, that feels good, Susan,” I said. “I like your touch.”

“I like the feel of your body,” she said. “You’re so beautiful and soft. You must have lots of boyfriends.”

“Well,” I said, “I suppose I could, but right now I’d rather be with you.” Susan smiled and continued stroking me. She put one hand under the small of my back, holding me in the water, as the other ran up and down my body. She ran her hand down to my mound, stopping at the hairline. I was covered in goose bumps from the excitement of her touch. “Go ahead, touch me” I encouraged her.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispered. I could tell that she was eager to learn. Her breathing was rapid as her little tits heaved on her chest, her eyes wandering over my body.

“When you and your girlfriend skinny dipped, did you ever touch each other?” I asked, hoping to bring up some emotions.

“Well,” she answered slowly, “we were only about 11 or 12, we really didn’t know what to do.”

I kept prodding as she continued stroking me “did you kiss?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” Susan answered, “We pretended we were the other’s boyfriend. We would touch each other, but neither of us had much in the way of breasts, although I liked to play with Jane’s, she had little nubs before I did.”

“How about her pussy?,” I asked. “Did you like to touch hers?”

Susan looked longingly at mine. “We would both get pretty wet when we played with each other” she was opening up now. “We kind of rubbed each other’s slit, but I don’t think we ever really gave each other a real orgasm or anything.”

I really wanted to take her now, but I decided to let her do the exploring for now. It felt too good to have this virgin girl experiment on me.

“Just do to me what you think you’d like done to you” I said.

Susan’s hand went down to my pussy, her finger slipping into my moist slit gently. She felt for my clit, and I shivered as she found it immediately, stiffened, waiting for her touch. This girl really knew her way around a chick’s body. I’m sure she must have played with herself often to know just where to touch me. I closed my eyes and let her pleasure me, sliding her finger up and down my moistening slit, her palm touching my clit just enough to tease me. Then she slipped her finger into my hole, and I let myself go limp in the water, weightless in her hands.

She entered me slowly, as she brought me closer to her chest, her tits right next to my face. I flicked out my tongue to her nipples, letting it slide over her small mounds. Susan shivered as she moaned, continuing to stroke my cunt. She pulled me closer to her, giving me easier access to her chest as I continued sucking her bite sized tits into my mouth. She found my clit, which was stiff from excitement about fucking this little girl. She began to stroke it with her fingers, letting it slide between them. As she finger fucked me, I could tell that she was getting too excited to stand for long, holding me up in the water.

“Let’s move to the side of the pool” I said as I let her tit slide out of my mouth, even though I didn’t want her to stop playing with my clit.

She gently let me down and I stood in front of her. Taking her head in my hands, I lowered my mouth to hers, sending an electric shock through both of us as our lips touched. I slipped my tongue against her lips, and she opened her mouth, allowing me to enter her mouth with my tongue. She hungrily sucked it, as she grasped my hard ass with her fingers. I moved my hands down to her heaving chest, palming her little titties and stroking the hard nipples between my fingers. She pulled me closer to her, our blond mounds pressing together underwater. I stopped to take a breath.

“Come slot oyna on, sit up on the edge of the pool” I said, leading her to the edge.

I grasped her waist and quickly lifted her onto the side of the pool, her hips about even with my chest. She put her hands on my tits, kneading the heavy mellons in her palms as she watched me. My hands were still on her waist, but now I moved them lower to her thighs. They were very muscular for a young girl, and commented on how lovely they were. I stroked the outside of her legs, waiting for her to open them for me, not wanting to push too hard. Susan leaned forward, her beautiful face touching mine for a kiss. Her eyes focused on mine as she slowly spread her legs, scooching forward on the pool side slightly. I looked down to her bald pussy, the pink lips swollen from her excitement. Her slit was wet from her own juices, and I could smell the young lust from her sweet cunt.

—————————— Part 2 ——————————

Slowly, I leaned forward to kiss the tops of her thighs, working my way between her legs. I lifted one up and kissed the inside of her knee, working slowly up with my lips as I placed the leg on my shoulder. I touched the other leg, and she immediately placed that one up on my other shoulder as she leaned her head back, waiting for the inevitable.

I continued slowly kissing up her leg, stopping at her crotch as I kissed her smooth belly. I could feel just the hint of pubic hair on my chin as I slowly worked lower, feeling the wetness of her slit on my chin. I touched her pussy lips with my open mouth, and Susan shivered noticeably, a soft moan escaping from her young lips. She opened her legs even more. I let my tongue slip out, gently licking her soaking slit from the top down, then up again slowly. I could feel her young clit stiffen as I passed over it with my soft tongue. She slowly began to gyrate her hips, pushing her cunt gently into my flickering tongue.

Then I placed my mouth over her pussy, my top lip on her clit, as I slowly explored around her hole with my tongue. The juices were flowing quickly, and I swallowed, enjoying the youngster’s taste. I gently pushed my tongue into her entrance, and she grabbed my head, pulling herself closer to me. I slipped it into her as far as I could, as my hands wandered up her body to her heaving breasts. I pulled and fondled her hard, stiff nipples, as I continued working my tongue in and out of her gushing pussy.

She was beginning to twitch, lifting her hips off the edge a little, then pulling my head into her wetness. I gently slipped my middle finger into her slit, letting her juices lubricate it well. Slowly, I began pushing it into her flowing cunt, slipping it all the way in as I continued to tongue her clit. She was tight, but took it easily, moaning softly as I moved it in and out of her hot pussy. Her moans became louder, and I started sucking harder on her stiffness, my mouth covering her snatch. I knew what was happening now, as I felt the buildup of her clit as her cunt exploded it’s nectar into my face, She pulled me even tighter, as she moaned louder and louder, bucking her hips wildly as I tried to keep my finger inside her, my tongue on her spasming clit.

It was a long orgasm, followed by several smaller tingles as she came down from each one slowly. I backed out my finger, kissing gently at her slit, and licking slowly out to her thighs. My face was soaking wet from her come, and she was looking at me hungrily.

“Oh my god, I’ve never felt one like that before!” she said, eyes wide.

“That was a lot more than one, my dear” I said, realizing that she had never experienced multiple orgasms before. “Now you know what a woman can do with a woman.”

She slipped back into the pool, taking me in her arms, pressing her body to mine as she kissed me deeply. She took my tongue into her mouth, sucking her own juices off it, seeming to enjoy every drop. We kissed like that for a while, stroking each other’s bodies as our hands wandered over them. I was about to come myself just from her touches, but I knew I needed to wait. I wanted her to enjoy the feeling of bringing me off herself.

She grasped my big tits, kneading them gently in her hands. Slowly, she kissed my chest, trailing her tongue down my cleavage, as she squeezed them together. She slowly kissed my breast, all around the nipple as it hardened again under her touch. Then, she opened her mouth and took my tit into it, sucking and licking it at the same time. It felt wonderful to have this girl making love to my tits. She flicked her tongue over the nipple, gently biting down with her lips and teeth. She worked over one, then the other, as I enjoyed her mouth on my tits.

“Let’s get out of the water” I whispered, not really wanting her to stop.

I led her up the stairs, and we laid next to each other on some exercise mats. I laid on my back, and Susan gently began to kiss me again, leaning over me as we sucked tongues together. canlı casino siteleri She again began kissing lower, going back to work on my tits, nipples hard as I ever remember. She was kneeling up now by my side, and I slowly began to spread my legs apart, hoping she’d pick up on the hint. Susan slid her leg between mine as she continued sucking and licking my breasts, and as I moved my other leg over, knelt between my legs, her knees together. I stroked her hair as she kissed my tits, gently guiding, but not pushing her lower. She didn’t resist, but kissed gently lower to my flat stomach, licking at my belly button. It felt wonderfully erotic as her velvet tongue kissed my body, and I took my own breast in my hand, kneading it as she kissed lower.

Finally, she reached my mound, and kissed at my pubic hair. I arched my back a little, giving her easy access to my wet slit. I felt a twinge through my body as her lips touched my pussy lips, now swollen with lust, slightly spread for her. Her tongue slipped into the slit, and she began licking and kissing my pussy lips, her tongue working deeper into my cunt. This girl was a natural cunt-eater, I thought. She was touching all the right places. I bent my knees up, pulling her face closer to my crotch as she lapped at my flowing cunt. Her hands ran up to my breasts, and she kneaded them both, fondling me as she continued sucking my juices, bringing me nearer and nearer. I thrust my hips up, her tongue meeting me with each thrust. I squeezed her hands onto my tits harder, guiding her as she caressed my breasts, flicking the nipples gently with her fingers. Her tongue slipped into my hole, and she drove it in and out, stopping to lick at my erect clit as she entered and exited the flowing cunt. She was fucking me expertly with her thick tongue, my thrusts meeting hers.

She continued kneading my tits as she licked, and I began to buck my hips, the start of a huge orgasm building in my body. Suddenly, it hit. I slammed my cunt into her lapping tongue, spilling my juices over her face as she eagerly drank, still squeezing my tits together as she held her tongue on my spasming clit.

“Yes, oh yes Susan” I screamed as I felt I would literally explode.

When each wave hit, I threw my head back, humping my gushing cunt into her face. Slowly, it subsided, and Susan let her tongue relax, as she slowly kissed her way back up my body, gently touching me everywhere with her lips. I pulled her face toward mine, hers now wet with my cum. We kissed deeply as I sucked my own juices off her tongue, tasting the stickiness of my pussy. We laid there, embracing for a while, as we stroked each other’s bodies, her head on my heavy chest.

“Thank you” she whispered, as she reached up to kiss me. “I loved doing that to you.”

After a few minutes, we decided that we’d better get back to our rooms.

“What do you do?” she asked me as I pulled my robe over my nude body.

“I’m a photographer” I said. “And I’d like you to model for me, if you would.” Susan was impressed.

“What kind of photography?” she asked. “Oh, mostly free-lance” I answered, “But I really enjoy nude and erotic photography.”

“I’ll bet you do,” she laughed. “Do you use yourself as a subject?”

“Actually, yes,” I said. “I have a little remote control that I’ve used quite a bit. I’ll show you some of my work later, if you want.”

We made a date for the next evening, and she slipped her suit back on, sliding her beautiful body into it, now proudly exhibiting herself as she pulled the tight suit over her tits.

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I heard a soft knock on the door.

“It’s Susan” said a low voice.

I opened the door to find her, blond hair cascading beautifully over her shoulders. She wore skin-tight jeans, and a buttoned white blouse. Her lacy bra was visible through the thin fabric. Her makeup was done well, her beautiful brown eyes accented perfectly. I too was wearing jeans, and a t-shirt. I had no bra or underwear underneath, and I felt my nipples harden just looking at Susan’s tight firm ass as she walked into my room.

My room was a mini-studio, with different backgrounds spread against one wall, the camera and lighting equipment everywhere. I offered her a drink, and we sat at the table as she began looking through my portfolio. I showed her some jeans ads that I had done, as well as some food shots.

“This is really good” she said, as she looked through the book. “But where’s the other stuff you told me about?”

I smiled, and pulled another book from a shelf. “You mean the erotic book?” I smiled. “You have to be over eighteen to see these, you know” I kidded.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone, I guess.”

I sat close to her as she opened the book. There were pictures of women partially nude, some with lingerie, and some Playboy-type poses, fully nude.

“These women are all beautiful,” she said. “Did you make love to them all?”

“I wish!” I laughed. “No, only a few are open to explore like we are,” I said as I stroked her long blonde hair.

Susan pressed on, though. “Tell me which ones,” she insisted, as she continued flipping through the pages, admiring some of the beautiful bodies.

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For those of you that want to get right to the good stuff, you might want to scroll down to the chapter, At Long – Last…Friday night! Enjoy!

Lesley, Me, and Sophie makes Three.

“This is Lesley…I’m out right now, but if you’ll leave a message at the sound of the beep, I’ll get back to you.”

“Hi Lesley…it’s Josh, you gave me your phone number, remember? When you have a chance…call me.”

Looking out the window, I could see a typical winter evening was unfolding. A heavy snow had started to fall and was already turning the landscape white.

My phone rang about an hour later. Suddenly… it no longer seemed like Winter. It was as if a breath of Spring had suddenly blown into my life.

“So…did you like the way I scrambled your eggs?” a teasing little oh-so-feminine voice asked.

My heart took a gigantic leap as I recognized Lesley’s soft sexy voice. Falling right back into our little familiar mode of teasing each other I quipped…,

“Actually, I prefer my scrambled eggs with a little more spice… just like my women,” I teased her.

“Yeah, right… Are you saying I wasn’t spicy enough for you last Friday night?”

Hearing that lilting little giggle in her voice, I felt relieved. Everything was going to be all right. She was calling…me! A feeling of gratitude and happiness enveloped me.

“You had just the right amount of spice.”

“You know…I should be mad at you. Why didn’t you call me sooner?”

She sounded sincere. I felt so flattered, but could not resist carrying the teasing a bit further.

“Gee, Lesley, When I tried looking you up in the phone book, I checked under good-looking; when I didn’t find you there, I just assumed your number was unlisted,” I teased.

“Josh…why I called – how would you like to get together again this Friday night? I thought we could keep practicing, until we get it right.” Lesley teased.

“Gee…let’s see. This Friday evening? Does this mean I’ll be getting scrambled eggs for breakfast Saturday morning?” I teased.

“That and maybe more,” she promised with a little laugh.

“Come on, tell the truth…,” Lesley went on – in that soft teasing little voice of hers, “You know you can hardly wait to sleep with me again.”

“Gee, Lesley…I was hoping we might do a little more than just sleep,” I delighted in teasing her.

“Seriously, Lesley, I can’t wait to see you again,” I finally admitted.

“Me too… Josh,” Lesley said quietly, a tone of longing seeming to creep into her soft voice, “No one has ever made me feel quite as wonderful as you made me feel last Friday night. I can hardly wait to see you again also.”

“Eight o’clock Friday okay?” I asked.

“Eight o’clock is good,” she replied. “See you then.”

Homesick pangs

Since spending the previous Friday evening with Lesley, I had spent the next several days trying to recreate in my mind all the erotic pictures I had of her. The way Lesley had greeted me at her door, last Friday; so beautiful, looking so seductive, and yet so affectionate, warm and loving to me.

I start getting aroused anytime I allowed my mind to think of Lesley’s beautiful calves; remembering how my hungry mouth had kissed it’s way up her soft rounded thighs, up to that wonderful feminine oasis with it’s delightful spring, that gave of its magical moistness so willingly. Her mysterious female juices that had flowed so lovingly as we shared that sweet first time. Her intimate little moans of acceptance.

After Lesley’s phone call, I was exhilarated. Over the past several days I realized, not only was I hungry for her sexually; I was also homesick with desire to just be with her again. To feel her warm skin so soft to my touch, to smell her soft fragrant cologne as it wafted into my nostrils. Just to hear again that soft tender voice of hers… Well, I could go on… but a line from the old torch song, “I got it bad, and that ain’t good”…, best seemed to describe my feelings.

Josh’s Startling Surprise

“Excuse me Miss-…those Yellow Roses I see in the window…do you have any that are fresher?”

“Yes, Sir…In the back…How many would you like?”

“Give me two dozen, please.”

I couldn’t wait. I had really tried to wait until Friday. But I wanted to see Lesley. I was willing to use any excuse to do so. I thought, I’ll just drop these Roses off, and then leave immediately. At least I would have a few moments with her.

Pulling up in front of Lesley’s Apartment I saw a little BMW that I assumed was hers, parked in the driveway. A few moments later, I rang her doorbell.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lesley opened the door. I could see she was in her bathrobe.

“Lesley, I’m sorry…I should have called first. I just wanted to drop these by for you…,” I said, as I handed her the Yellow Roses.

“It’s okay Josh,” she said, although I could see she was ill at ease, if not visibly shaken.

“Please…Come in.”

One look at her slightly casino oyna flushed face, and tousled brown hair; I quickly realized I had made a horrible mistake. I realized, she has someone with her.

“No, you have visitors…I should go right now,” I said, deeply chagrined that I had intruded on something that was obviously meant to be private. It was certainly none of my business.

I felt sick. I had never even entertained the thought, that she might also be seeing someone else. Although it was certainly understandable, it still hit me like a bolt of lighting.

“No…Josh…Please don’t go yet… It’s not what you think… Stay right here. I want you to meet someone,” Lesley insisted.

Even though all I really wanted to do was to run out the door; I waited, dreading, almost sure, I knew what was coming.

A few moments later Lesley came back out of her bedroom. With her was an attractive petite little female. She looked Spanish to me with her beautiful brown skin and shiny black hair that hung down to her tiny shoulders. When she smiled across the room at me, her face lit up in sweetest smile.

Smiling back at her, I shyly examined this beautiful creature, I could see she had dark hair and warm brown eyes; eyes that anyone would be perfectly content to gaze into forever. She was smaller than Lesley, petite and small-built…maybe 106 lbs…soaking wet.

Her small titties pushed at her bathrobe, perfectly formed little mounds that jutted out from her small frame. As crazy as I was about Lesley’s looks, I was simply captivated by this pretty little dark haired woman.

“Josh, this is Sophie…; Sophie, this is my very special friend, Josh.”

I cannot describe the beautiful picture the two of them made, standing there together. Both were beautiful attractive little women; Lesley was a bit taller than Sophie was, both were in their bathrobes. I had definitely interrupted their evening.

As my hungry eyes drank in the beauty of these two attractive women; as far as which one was the more beautiful; Lesley or Sophie… well, I wouldn’t have wanted to live on the difference!

Then realization hit me! Instantly…I felt better!

I realized Lesley did not intend to end her relationship with me. She wasn’t seeing other men. Lesley was bi-sexual… She and beautiful little Sophie were lovers.

Don’t ask me to explain why; but I didn’t feel jealous. I only felt envy seeing the two of them standing there together.

After saying hello to Sophie…painfully aware that three usually is a crowd… I beat a hasty retreat out the door.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” Lesley said, following me out to my little sports car.

“Are you disappointed in me, Josh?” she asked.

“No, are you kidding…!, I think what you and Sophie have is wonderful. How could you even think I could be disappointed? This doesn’t change the way I feel about you, at all.

“My God, Lesley,” your friend Sophie is so beautiful!”

Giving me a warm soft kiss on my lips, Lesley smiled and said,

“Oh, Josh, you’re wonderful.

“By the way, since you think Sophie’s so beautiful …should I start getting jealous now or wait till later?” she teased.

“Never,” I said, using my answer to give her a soft warm kiss that she returned, letting her lips linger on mine much longer than I had expected.

“I’ll call you tomorrow. We’ll talk…okay?” she promised, “Oh, and thanks for the yellow roses.”

Smiling down into her warm beautiful brown eyes, I couldn’t help but feel relieved.

“I can’t wait!” I grinned as I fastened my seatbelt preparing to leave.

Lesley’s Phone Call

Bright and early Thursday morning my phone rang. Lesley had kept her promise.

“I was going to wait until tonight to call; but, I didn’t want to keep you in suspense all day. I know you’re curious,…about Sophie and I…and how it might affect our relationship.

“Now that you know my sexual preferences includes both you and Sophie, how do you feel about it?” she asked, her sweet voice registering uncertainty, concern.

Laughing into the phone I replied, “Lesley, darling…what I feel is mostly envy. Sophie is such a beautiful little creature.”

“Oh, Josh, I’m so relieved…I couldn’t stand it, if either of you decided to not be in my life anymore.”

“Lesley,” I said, “I’m just happy that it wasn’t some other guy.”

“Josh, dear, since spending last Friday night with you, I’m really not looking for anyone else.”

“Color me relieved, and very happy,” I said, delighted at her comment.

“Now…I guess you want to know about me and Sophie?”

“Yeah, I confess, I’m waiting with bated breath…,”

“Well, as you can see, Sophie is Spanish. She’s a Real Estate Agent here in town with one of the bigger Agencies. She’s never been married. She’s bi-sexual. She likes men…but has had some very unpleasant experiences with some of the men she’s gone out with in the past.

I’ve told Sophie about you and slot oyna me. Josh… Sophie told me she liked you instantly when the two of you met last night.

“Sophie and I usually meet once every couple of weeks and spend the night together. Being with her for me is sexually intoxicating. We feel safe with each other. We both delight and enjoy freely giving each other what the other wants. Even though we’re both bi-sexual, and we enjoy what we have together,we both also like guys.

“Sophie is a fiery lover, and for her petite size she’s quite aggressive and strong. Many times, she’ll be the dominant female when she and I make love. Josh, darling, she really is a wonderful lover, thoughtful and considerate. I guess that’s why I like her so much. In a way she reminds me of you, because of her gentleness,” Lesley said, finished with her comments.

“Now, do you see why I so envy you? ” I said tenderly.

“At the same time, I’m glad for you also. That you and she have such a satisfying sexual relationship makes me feel very happy. I envy both of you,” I said, and meant it.

Lesley makes Josh an Erotic Proposition

“Just before we went to sleep last night, Josh, Sophie and I talked about yours and my relationship.”

“WOW,” I laughed, “should I be worried or flattered.”

“Definitely flattered,” Lesley laughed.

“So…do I dare inquire what you two talked about?”

“Well – Josh…Neither Sophie nor I… and I’ll bet this includes you as well; have ever tried getting together…to do the girl/girl/guy thing.”

“You mean…like…the three of us…getting together? That would really be wild.”

Lesley giggled into the phone, “You know what they say…every guy’s favorite fantasy is making love to two beautiful women at once.

“Sophie and I were wondering if you might be interested in trying something like that. You know…you, me and Sophie.”

“Lesley, darling, I’d love to. But, I’m embarrassed to tell you, I’m not really sure how to go about doing the girl/girl/guy thing.”

“You know, Josh…since both Sophie and I like men; we thought the three of us would be perfect together. The three of us could just take our time and make it a fun evening.”

“Are you sure Sophie is agreeable to going along with something like that…?” I asked, stunned by Lesley’s ultra-erotic suggestion.

“To use her own words, Josh, Sophie said she wouldn’t mind trying something like that, if it was with you and me.

“I’ve told her how gentle and considerate you were with me, last Friday night, and how good it finally was for the both of us. I think Sophie would really like to try it with you.

“I told her I would talk to you,”

“I don’t know what to say,” I replied, dumbfounded, feeling my member thickening and becoming hard rock. “Well, you could say, yes…,” Lesley teased, “How often do you get propositioned by two girls at once?,” she laughed.

“Okay!” I’d love too.”

“How about this Friday night,”

“Great! I can’t wait! Two sexy women at once may kill me; but, what a way to go!” I laughed delightedly.

“Does Sophie cook bacon?” I said, laughing under my breath.

“Bacon,” why would she need to know how to cook bacon?” Lesley asked thoroughly puzzled.

“Well, Saturday morning, I’ll need something to go with those scrambled eggs you’re planning to cook for me.”

“Okay, Smart Guy,” Lesley laughed thoroughly delighted. “With that, I’ll hang up now, and go to Work,” adding, “Oh, by the way, I gave one dozen of your yellow Roses to Sophie.”

At Long – Last…Friday night!

Parking my car in Lesley’s driveway, I could see the Sophie’s BMW already parked near the garage. Sophie had already arrived!

Locking my car, I made my way up the front walk. Lesley must have been watching or heard me drive up. As I started to ring the doorbell, suddenly the door swung open slightly.

Lesley peeked out, her face wearing that cute little smile I so loved.

“We’ve been waiting for you. Please come in.,” she said in a teasing little singsong voice.

As I stepped in, Lesley turned the key, locking the door.

“There…,” she said, “Now…You’re our prisoner – you can’t get out.”

“Who would want too, “I laughed, completely delighted the evening was finally here.

“Sophie’s in the bedroom, making herself sexy; she’ll be right out,” Lesley laughed.

“You look and smell wonderful! I love that perfume you’re wearing-…,”

Before I could say more, a hundred and twelve pounds of sexy-womanhood came warmly into my arms. “Kiss me Josh!” she murmured fervently. “Oh, God…It’s only been a week – but, I’ve missed you!”

The smell of her, the feel of her warm embrace as she came against me touched an erotic match to my volatile pent-up desires. Lesley pressed her warm lips firmly against mine as our passion for each other threatened to explode.

This was a Lesley I hadn’t expected; nor did I expect Lesley would be this turned on… so soon. With her canlı casino siteleri arms wrapped tightly around my neck, her passionate little kisses were burning my lips.

Her warm moist tongue begin seeking entry into my mouth; I felt her wiry legs and warm sexy thighs sudden swing up. She’s locked her warm thighs around my waist.

I braced myself to absorb her weight. I felt my breathing starting to get ragged. This was a delightful sexual dream about to come true.

The veil that had existed all week between sexual fantasy and sexual reality parted… Lesley, this delightful female, was once again in my hungry arms

“Should I leave and come back later,” a sweet little voice chided the two of us.

“Oh, Sophie, sorry…we couldn’t wait. So we started without you,” Lesley giggled, her delicate face a bit flushed from her arousal.

“Sophie,” I said, laughing in her direction, “You have my imperial certified permission to come right over here and start catching up!” I teased.

“Lesley said you talked funny,” Sophie said tartly, making a sarcastic face, as she laughed back at me. She was sassy, with an irresistable impish little smile.

However, behind all her kidding, I sensed a passionate sexy female who was eager and would more than hold her own in any coming sexual confrontations. This aroused and intrigued me at the same time.

“Okay…Come Sophie, join us…, I did promise to share Josh with you…but just for this one night.” Lesley teased her little friend.

With the ice broken, the three of us all laughed together.

So…like, do I need your permission to kiss Josh,” Sophie teased Lesley.

Underneath all that sassiness, Sophie turned out to be a lovely, almost shy, little woman. Though small, at twenty-two years of age, she was fully mature in every way. Beautiful brown eyes, her beautiful brown skin and shiny black hair that hung down to her tiny shoulders.

Her small titties were pushing at her white blouse, beautiful little swollen mounds of delight. What can I say…I’m a man who has always had a fondness for small-breasted women.

As Sophie approached us, I could smell her light cologne, which smelled lightly of lemon, and some other delightful subtle fragrance I couldn’t identify.

Lesley reached out and pulled her against us. Giving Sophie a light kiss on her lovely little lips, Lesley broke free from us.

“Okay, You two…I have to go inside for a few moments. Maybe the two of you would like to get acquainted…without me? “She hinted mischievously.

With an amused little smile, Lesley discreetly disappeared into her bedroom leaving a smiling Sophie, warm and fragrant still pressed up against me.

Josh and Sophie gets better acquainted

“Sophie…I whispered, “I been thinking about you all week. You’re so sexy and beautiful…I can’t wait to kiss you,”

The smell of Sophie’s light cologne only heightened my sexual urgency. Smiling into my eyes, she stepped even closer, looking directly into my eyes, she willingly pressed her petite little body against mine.

I could feel her female heat instantly. I buried my face in her clean smelling shiny black hair. I breathed in her feminine essence. I experienced a familiar feeling that every man loves. My cock was starting to grow!

I groaned softly “AAAhhh,” I groaned softly. “Sophie, you feel and smell sooo good.”

“You too, Josh,” Sophie whispered with a little sexy laugh, adding, “I’m so looking forward to this.

“Lesley told me all about how gentle and considerate you were with her. I can’t wait for you to kiss me either. Can we do it like you and Lesley did…you know, slow and gentle?,” she whispered.

“Josh, women don’t like to rush things,”

“Sophie, you beautiful girl, I promise to make love to you slow and gentle – from the top of your head…all the way down to your cute little toes,” I teased.

“Really…Down to my toes…Oh, Josh, I love you already,” Sophie giggled.

I could tell she was starting to feel comfortable. As for me… I felt like I had just been given the key to Heaven’s portal. If I had allowed myself to dwell on the idea that before this evening was out, I was going to be allowed to freely enjoy, not only this delightful woman’s sexual charms; but also Lesley’s sweet soft feminine body, I would have probably exploded.

Sophie raised her beautiful little face… I softly brushed my hungry lips across her slightly parted moist mouth. A soft faint feminine sigh slipped quietly from her warm hungry lips. I felt her breathing quicken. Sophie’s warm breath was now caressing my face…her ragged breathing, only served to arouse me further.

“God, Josh…I’m so hungry…kiss me now.”

For the next few moments the silence in the room was deafening as our hungry lips met. Capturing Sophie’s delicate lower lip, I sucked it into my hungry mouth. Her mouth tasted so clean and sweet.

I’m sure both of us forgot Lesley was in the other room. All either of us could hear… was just the sound of our own hearts beating wildly.

Sophie’s beautiful soft brown arms now encircled my neck, pulling me close. I loved the warm soft feel of her. Her mysterious female smell tantalized me.

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“…Without a word, I stood up in front of her. The blanket, which now was around my shoulders, came with me, exposing her again. My cock waved back and forth in front of me as I straightened up to my full height. Her eyes widened as if she expected a renewed assault on her now sensitive sex. I turned, picked up my clothes and began dressing. It was difficult to zip up with a protruding hard on and no underwear, but I managed and began walking towards the door. As I reached for the knob, I turned and looked back at her where she sat, exhausted, and spent. Her mouth hung open in surprise that I wasn’t staying to “get mine” and she clearly was at a loss for words.

I checked to see that my clothes were straight, turned back to her, and said, ‘That’ll leave ya with plenty to think about until next time.'”

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I’ve been lax in adding on to this series. The second installment of this story was submitted almost a year ago today, but even though Joyce and I have had other encounters since then, I just didn’t take the time to detail them for your enjoyment. I apologize…or maybe I’m flattering myself in thinking that you’d want to read more about Joyce’s hot little body and my interest in it.

Twice more Joyce and I had had our fun and once, Sheila even joined in. Joyce’s drinking buddy got involved after a day of oddities that ended with everyone in the sack and the two women having their first chance at lesbian love. It started when Sheila one day angrily confronted me in my garage. I looked around to see who else might see this, afraid that she would announce something inappropriate to the neighborhood and ruin what I had at home, let alone what I had with Joyce.

Sheila had started in on the drinking early it seemed and as she marched across the street in her heels, I saw her stagger a bit and almost twist an ankle on the curb as she stepped out of the road into my yard.

“What’s wrong with you, asshole?” she fired at me.

I looked up from the V-8 engine I was putting the finishing touches on and stood up straight to see what the issue was. She slowed her purposeful walk and stopped in front of me, the fire still in her eyes.

“Whatever it is, lower your voice, please.” I looked over my shoulder at the house, trying to make her think that my girl would hear if she had a violent outburst. Hopefully, whatever she was mad about wasn’t so bad that she would jeopardize everything for me.

“Oh, fuck off,” she said, emphasizing the “off”. “I know that your girlfriend left twenty minutes ago. ‘Matter o’ fact, I just saw her up at the store getting’ gas.” Her hands made fists and rested on her hips as she waited expectantly for me to apologize even though I still didn’t know what I’d done. A mental catalogue of my wrong doings started to form in my head, or at least the wrong doings that had happened in Joyce’s house that Sheila might know about.

I thought to myself, “Let’s see: There’s the cumstain on the edge of the couch, the destroyed thong, the violation of Joyce’s tiny asshole with my cock, the death of her son’s fish from when Joyce’s son’s aquarium was once in the way of our enthusiastic fuck session, and the only other thing that I could think of was something that Joyce had told me about and we’d gotten a good laugh about. I’d gotten good at getting Joyce to secrete huge amounts of girl cum and she’d soaked a couch cushion once. Later, she told me that before she could stop her, Sheila had unknowingly sat on the wet spot, getting her skirt and ass wet in the process.

But none of these justified Sheila coming into my garage and making this scene. It had to be something else than what was on my list.

Well, it turned out that Sheila is a Literotica reader and was angry that I’d described in detail the two different times that Joyce and I had gotten naked. Through sheer luck, she’d found the stories and read with growing interest as she’d realized that I was describing her friend, the house, and its contents. From my descriptions, she’d concluded that I was the writer and therefore the one fucking her friend, a secret that Joyce had not shared with her. The “concern” she was currently showing was based on her initial anger at being cut out of the details of Joyce’s escapades and then the anxiety towards my stories which she claimed, could also “out” Joyce and me to our neighborhood.

Once I’d realized that the issue wasn’t really an issue, I made the mistake of laughing at her. “That’s all?” I thought. “This can’t be such a huge issue that she’d march over here and confront me over it.” My barely concealed laugh angered her more. Her eyes reddened but I wasn’t sure if this was from the booze she’d obviously already imbibed or out of genuine frustration.

“You can’t be writing about her like that. Her son might see it, the neighbors might see it, hell, I saw it.” I stopped laughing but I still wasn’t taking it very seriously.

“Don’t you think? What if you had casino oyna ruined her life with that crazy story?”

“Crazy?” Now it was my turn to ask the questions. “What’s so crazy about it? And let me ask you something now. What are you doing reading Literotica? You certainly don’t scour every erotic site on the web in an effort to protect your friend. Did you get a good session out of it? Did you enjoy my writing or do you think I’m a hack?” I figured that I’d turn it back on her just to deflect all the criticism that she was aiming at me.

She opened her mouth as if to speak, she stopped, and then her cheeks turned red. “Sounds to me like if you were able to find those two stories about Joyce on a site that literally has thousands of erotic tales, you might spend a bit too much time on the bed with your fingers between your legs.”

Her eyes widened, but I didn’t let her off the hook. “Or do you use a tool? Dildo? Vibrator?” I watched her face; she wouldn’t look up at me. “Maybe a knobby glass something or other sliding over and over into your slippery snatch?”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Ever taste yourself? Maybe push a little something up your own butt? Do you like that? What do you fantasize about when you get yourself off? Is it a big cock ramming into you or a pretty girl sucking on your clit? What pushes your buttons, Sheila?”

Apparently, she was not used to strangers speaking so frankly to her about her masturbatory habits. (Come on, I’m not a stranger. I’m her best friend’s secret fuck buddy. We’re practically friends.) I stepped towards her, mainly to scare her a little into thinking that it was her I wanted. Without thinking, she stepped back quickly. Too quickly in fact, because she lost her already questionable balance and started to fall backwards. I moved quickly and caught her before she fell against the Ranchero. (I’ll be damned if she was going to mess up the original paint job.)

“Uh, thanks.” Clearly embarrassed, she turned away from me again. She gathered her wits and said, “Just watch what you write, ok?”

“‘Jealous that it’s not about you, huh?” I joked. She reddened again and made an effort to not speak. “Don’t worry, I’ll write you into a story.”

That was it. She turned to walk away. I slapped her hard on the ass and laughed at her as she did her best to strut out of the garage. I watched her go, appreciative that even though she’d come to start a fight AND that she was a tad drunk, she was still trying to put on a show in her skirt and heels.

I bent back to re-installing the carburetor on the big engine, confident that if I had no more interruptions, I’d hear it roar to life tonight. Its 36 year hiatus from propelling the big Ford around had been caused by grief stricken parents who left it parked in the garage after their only son didn’t come back from Southeast Asia. Sitting in the garage unused had caused tires to rot, belts and hoses to give up, and a varnish to develop in the fuel system. I’d promised to bring it by when I had it restored, so being this close to getting it running again had me excited to not only drive it for the first time, but to show it to the nice old couple who’d practically given it to me.

It was not to be. As I was turning the nut onto the last intake stud, my cell phone rang. I let it go for a minute, tightening the nut for the carburetor the rest of the way on. I looked at the phone’s call identifier and saw that it was Joyce.

“So much for disturbing the peace tonight,” I said when I answered. Joyce clearly didn’t get it, so I explained that I’d been getting ready to rend the silence in our neighborhood with the roar of 428 cubic inches of fury. My silly, juvenile explanation of my plans didn’t get through to her. “What did you do to Sheila?” she asked. I laughed and said that Sheila had been over protective of her and that I’d laughed at her. “So she’s probably a little offended that I didn’t take her seriously or fuck her,” I continued.

“Well, can you come over here right now?” she asked.

“Please tell me that I’m not coming over there to apologize to your goofy friend.”

“Goofy friend?!?” I could hear Sheila hollering in the background. Since she was clearly listening in on the phone call, I continued. “What? Is she mad that I didn’t make a move on her?” Hopefully my continuous laughing was ensuring that this wasn’t taken seriously. I didn’t mean to insult Sheila, but this was all too funny to me.

“Oh, no, now you’ve done it. She’s going ballistic.” Joyce whispered into the phone as I heard Sheila freaking out. “Could you come over?” Joyce asked.

“What have you got in mind?” Since I wasn’t going to get to drive the Ranchero tonight, I wanted to know what I was going to get instead.

“Well, you said you wanted to disturb the peace. Come disturb my peace.”

“More like ‘get a piece’, right? What about Miss Snooty? Is she going to hang around and watch or drive home drunk?”

“Uh…no. slot oyna Shit. She’s just opened another bottle of wine and may just pass out before we get serious at the rate she’s going.”

“Well then, drop your drawers, Sexy. I’m on my way.”

When I got there, Joyce was wearing only a thin white tank top and white boxers. Bare feet and still damp hair from a recent shower made her look fresh and delectable. Sheila’s outfit of a silk blouse, short skirt, and heels looked downright formal compared to Joyce’s ready-for-bed wear. Since Sheila was in the other room, working on her wine where she couldn’t see us, Joyce stood on dainty tip-toes and reached up to me with yearning lips. I devoured her mouth, hungrily nibbling her lips and sticking my tongue down her throat. She responded by hanging onto me more fiercely, pressing her braless tits against me and grinding her hips against mine.

I pushed her away gently and without warning, stuck my right hand down the front of her boxers and quickly found her clit. I squeezed and stroked it, trying to quickly get her going without making a noise that would bring Sheila into the kitchen.

Joyce’s pop-nippled tits strained at the sheer tank’s fabric. Her little pink nips were clearly visible and I thumbed them with my other hand as the hand in her pants brought her pussy to a slow boil. She was trying desperately to be quiet and I was trying to make her make noise. I wanted to see what Sheila’s reaction would be if she walked in on us getting it on. As hard as I was just then, I was positive that I’d have enough cock to satisfy her as well.

Against her protests, I quietly stripped off her two garments until the only things she wore were her toe ring, the piercing in her clit, and a pair of hoop earrings. Effortlessly, I lifted her petite form to the counter while she tried to slow me down. Her quiet protests stopped and turned to a yelp and some squirming when her bare bottom hit the cool granite counter top. My fingers returned to her clit and stroked the little piercing there, raising the little nub of flesh from its hidden spot between her labia.

“Oh, God! She’s gonna hear us. You’re gonna make me cum. Go easy Baby!” she hissed into my ear. With her arms wrapped around my neck and me standing between her legs I was able to play with her pussy and tits. She hunched herself against my fingers and by now, her pussy juice was beginning to drip onto the counter.

I looked up from Joyce’s nipples and saw Sheila standing with an empty wine glass in one hand and her other hand absent-mindedly stroking herself under her skirt. When she noticed me looking at her, she stopped playing with herself immediately. Never looking away from Sheila, I kept right on fingering Joyce’s soft cunt.

Sheila couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t interested, but she made an effort to be nonchalant. After all, Joyce couldn’t see her and she was trying to pretend that the scene didn’t affect her for my benefit. I watched her as she picked up the bottle on the counter behind her friend, silently poured the remainder into her glass, and took a sip. I fingered Joyce’s G-spot to see if I could get a noise out of her and sure enough, she moaned into my neck.

“Want some of this?” I mouthed to Joyce. I didn’t know what I was offering her, but if she wanted to lick Joyce, I’d move out of the way. If she wanted to suck my cock, I’d let her do that. If I could get the two of them together in some way, I was willing to go where it lead.

With no answer but a negative shake of her head, Sheila turned and left the room. At the opening to the living room, she lifted her skirt a little to show me that she wasn’t wearing any panties. What an ass! If I hadn’t had my hands full of one hot and naked woman right in front of me, I’d have chased the other.

I pushed Joyce back slowly until she was flat on the kitchen counter with her legs wrapped around my midsection. I dropped my shorts and wasting no more time, I stroked the head of my cock up and down her slit and positioned it at the entrance to her vag. She pulled her legs up just a little bit more and offered an easier entrance.

“Ready?” I inquired.

“Oh…yeah. Fuck me,” came her answer. “But keep it down. I don’t want Sheila coming in here and catching us.”

I didn’t bother to tell her that it was too late to worry about that.

I flexed my hips and gave her just the tip. Short, gasping breaths accompanied her efforts to get me to move faster. I pushed up and down her slit, but never shoved further. I reapplied my fingers to her clit, snaking my hand in between our joined crotches. She moaned louder this time and before she could finish making her noise, I stroked up and into her.

Fully buried in her little cunny, I flexed my hips upward and her eyes opened wide. At this angle, I could stroke my cockhead against her G-spot all day. Instead of pulling all the way out and banging all the way back in, I made four inch strokes trying canlı casino siteleri to keep the head of my rod right on her most sensitive inner spot.

I worked this way for about two minutes watching her face carefully for signs of her arousal. I could see her building up to a quick orgasm. Signs that I’d learned to recognize from banging her these last few months started to show on her face. The slack jaw, the short breaths, the heaving breasts with their pinched and pink nipples, and the rippling of her stomach muscles all cried out that an impending orgasm was imminent.

When I thought she was close, I pulled out and slowly rimmed the hole of her pussy with the head of my cock. I was still technically “in” her, but was now hitting a spot that didn’t allow her to enjoy it as much as she had been. When she calmed down and started to look disappointed, I moved further back inside of her and worked over her G-spot again. I watched a second time as her body gave her away and the build up got close. Again, I stopped before she could fire off in ecstasy.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked desperately.

“I’ve got an ulterior motive.”

“What? What do you want? Geez, let me cum already.”

I answered, “I want to see you and Sheila together.”

“No. I don’t think so.” Hesitantly, she tried to clear her head and figure out an answer to this new request. “I don’t think she’d go for it.”

“Leave that to me,” I laughed. With that, I stroked into her harder. I worked her sensitive spot consistently and completely until she quit fighting it. Her back arched and her moaning became loud enough that it soon became apparent that she no longer cared who heard. When I saw that she was building up nicely, I stroked faster and faster until I was worried that I’d cum too. I fought it off since I had another idea, but poor Joyce succumbed to the throes of her orgasm and collapsed under me. When she lay still, I slowly pulled out of her. Her pink and red pussy slowly shrank without my member stretching it open. A small wet dollop of her secretions slowly ran down a cupboard door beneath her. She lay on her back facing the ceiling, eyes closed, sated.

I left her like that and walked into the living room. Sheila had her hand beneath her skirt now, legs akimbo, and the half full wine glass in her hand. Eyes closed, she made quite a sight. Silently, I approached and stood before her. She worked quietly on her pussy. I couldn’t see it since the hem of the skirt covered her crotch, but from the motions made by her hand, it was evident that she was very busy beneath it.

“Interested?” I said. The sudden sound of my voice startled her out of her reverie and looking embarrassed, she removed the hand from beneath the skirt quickly. The first two fingers were wet and glistening. She tried to compose herself, but what could she say? I was standing in front of her with a slick and hard cock and she’d been caught frigging her pussy.

No answer was forthcoming so I moved closer and allowed my cock to get closer to her face. “Come on, Baby. Give me a little oral.”

The hesitation was obvious. She’d had enough to drink that I was sure that she was considering it. I didn’t know however, what she thought about having a dick in her mouth that was still wet from the pussy of her friend. Maybe she didn’t know.

It was now or never. Either I was going to get my chance with Joyce’s hot friend or I was going to further offend her. Whatever happened, I knew I could still bang Joyce; if I could work myself into the option of sex with Sheila, or better yet, sex with both of them at once, that would be ideal.

Moving closer, my cock hung a mere six inches from her face. She opened her mouth to speak and I flexed my hips forward. The wet helmet of my cock touched her lips and she didn’t pull away. Repositioning myself between her legs, I stood over her and moved my cock back to her mouth. She began to suck on it slowly. I reached down and took the wine glass from her hand and released of this burden, she placed both hands on my shaft and began stroking.

The head I was getting was great. If her skills were this good when she’d been drinking, I’d look forward to getting head from her while she was sober. The question remained however, would she take my cock in her mouth while it was still slick with her friend’s cunt if she was sober? It’s a rare thing—at least for me—to find two women who are this good at fellatio. Rarer still is getting away with cheating on my girlfriend with my neighbor AND her best friend and neither of these two minded that I was messing with the other. A rare thing indeed. But one that I was willing to exploit.

I twined my hands in Sheila’s hair and directed her head up and down my shaft as her lips held the suction against the length of it. I was close. The lewdness of having my cock, still wet with Joyce’s cunt, buried in Sheila’s pretty face was a turn on. I thought of ways that I could get the two of them together in bed with me (even though so far, Joyce and I had never made it to a bed) while she worked me over. When the image of Joyce’s butt in the air over Sheila’s face popped into my head, I could barely take it any more.

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Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers

(All characters were 18 or older at the time of any sexual activity)

The truth is, everything I’m telling you in this story is the truth. Only the names have been changed, to protect – well, not exactly the innocent…

I have two lives, which for the most part are discrete and separate.

In one part of my life, I am a very competent gynecologist, named Dr. Janet Addams. I take my charge extremely seriously, and would never dream of doing less than my very best, or violating the Hippocratic Oath and the rules of the medical profession. My associates and patients know me as a thirty-five year old professional, attractive but serious, competent and caring, professional and business-like in all aspects of my career.

Another, complementary part of my life is also a subset of the first, composed of interactions with certain, selected patients, professional associates, friends and even relatives. Within that second life, that subset of the first, I am known as the randiest, wildest, horniest, pussy-lovingest dyke to ever set foot in, you pick it – summer camp, high school girls’ locker rooms, girl bars, sorority houses, judge’s chambers, a woman’s prison…even convents. Any place that has a pussy that still gets wet is fair game, in my eyes.

You wouldn’t know it to look at me, as I appear professional and business-like most of the time, and I’m pretty feminine, though I have been known to pile drive more than a few girls with a strap-on. Why the double identity? Perhaps because I grew up without sisters, and am always looking to fill that void, but don’t want to give up my ‘straight’ life. It was the satisfaction that I found with replacement ‘sisters,’ that led me to this life, and I don’t regret an instant of it.

There is nothing I won’t do with another woman, or girl, provided that she is willing and down to fuck, and interested only in she and I, and those with us, cumming as many times as humanly possible. In this story, I will be telling you about that ‘second life.’

My realization that I am in love with lesbian love, and with the body of every woman on earth, came to me early on. I guess it’s a cliché to reference summer camp as the site for one’s sexual awakening, but, hey, it happens. I was kind of a nerd early on in high school, and probably looked like dinner to any sexual predator.

My luck was in looking so tasty to a college sophomore named Amy. If it had been some guy who taught me, I probably would have been scarred for life. As it is, I still see Amy, though we’re both a good deal older, but we still fuck with the abandon of horny minks.

***

“And…you would be, um, Janet?” The sweet voice came from behind me. I turned to look at the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. She was older – she looked a lifetime older, sophisticated, astoundingly beautiful (but I repeat myself – sorry!), tall, long, long brown hair, glossy and perfect, flowing down to nearly the upward curve of her bottom, and not a split end in sight.

Her complexion was clear, if you don’t count the splash of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks, tanned, lovely, white and even teeth, full lips that were made even more attractive by her perpetual smile. Her eyes were blue, her lashes naturally long and so black. Her eyebrows were thick, she apparently wasn’t a ‘plucker.’

She was wearing a camp tee shirt – it was a science camp, thank god, not a band camp! The tee was blue, and brought out the sky in her eyes. She had a whistle on a lanyard around her neck, though I don’t recall her ever blowing it. Her breasts seemed gigantic to me, and I couldn’t help but look down to my nearly, at the time, flat chest in dismal comparison.

She wore light khaki shorts, the hem ending a modest way down her tanned thighs, but snugly fitting her, showing off the perfect roundness and plumpness of her rear end, and the folds of fabric leading between her thighs hinting at what her slit might look like when she was nude. Her legs went from the ground, all the way up to heaven, as the saying has it.

Was she my first love? Absolutely. I bet that you can describe your first love down to the smallest detail. I have the good fortune of periodically being reminded of her ‘smallest detail’ when I see her.

She wasn’t my first crush, or even the first time my clit tingled at the sight of a girl for the first time, but she was very definitely, my first love.

“Um, yeah, that’s me,” I said, responding to her initial question. My expression was despondent as my eyes took in the expanse of prairie that was my bosom, and then to gaze again on the lush bounty of her breasts.

She followed my eyes, and then giggled. She took my hand, leaned in to me, her cheek warm on mine, and whispered in my ear, “Two years ago, I had tiny breasts – don’t worry.” She pulled back, smiling, her eyes twinkling happily. “I’m Amy Peterson,” she said, more loudly. “I’m the counselor for the Lepidoptera cabin.” Apparently the cabins were named after various orders casino oyna in the Animal Kingdom. I told you that I was nerdy, so it stands to reason my summer camp would be, too. I was scheduled for a month there, and the camp was just opening up for the season, located in the woods of upstate New York.

My heart leaped in my chest. The most beautiful girl in the world had talked to me, and about her breasts, too. A silly grin leapt to my face. “Um, thanks,” I replied, not knowing what else to say, but knowing that it was vitally important that I say something.

“Anyway, you’re going to be bunking in my cabin. I’m here to collect you. I’ll take your back pack for the walk, but you’ll need to be doing your own heavy lifting while you’re here.”

She took my hand and we walked toward a rustic cabin about a quarter of a mile away. There were maybe thirty cabins, each holding six girls and a counselor. I thought that my hand would burst into flames from happiness at her touch, and from her sweet manner. Her grip was light but firm, her fingers strong but gentle. Her fingers and palm were a little calloused and rough. Apparently she got outside a little.

Occasionally, she’d lightly squeeze my hand, and we swung our joined arms like little girls, then both of us would giggle. If Amy was what a grown person should be like, she was the first person doing it right that I’d ever met.

“You’re the first girl in our cabin, the others are supposed to arrive tomorrow,” Amy said. “So, that’ll give us plenty of time to get to know each other, huh?”

“I guess so,” I said, still nearly speechless from awe of this Wonder Woman next to me.

When we got inside, Amy said, “Take your pick of bunks.” There were four bunk beds, enough for eight people.

“Which one’s yours?” I asked.

“Oh, my room’s over here,” she said, pointing out a small room that I had initially mistaken for a closet. I peered inside.

“That looks smaller than a bunk bed,” I said.

“I know, right?” Amy said. “But it’s pretty much just for sleeping so…” Then she scrunched herself up with her arms at her sides, and did a ‘mummy’ impression walking around the room, which made me laugh, as did she. I knew that I was in love with her for sure then. She made me feel really, really happy inside, and she made me feel nice in my pussy, just by being herself. I wasn’t too young to know what that was about.

“Get yourself settled in, and then we can go for dinner,” she said. “It’s cafeteria-style, and it’s not too bad. Only three campers got poisoned last year, so they’re really getting better.” I looked at her deadpan expression, but her soft, blue eyes gave the joke away.

“Oh, you…” I exclaimed, and ran at her to punch her arm, but instead we just kind of hugged. That was a lot better than hitting her arm. I could feel her breasts, soft and warm and big, against me. It was such a funny feeling – like I was safe, in my mother’s arms, but exciting, too, like she was opening herself up to me, letting me be her intimate friend.

Dinner with Amy was really great. We talked about a lot of different stuff, and she asked all kinds of questions about me, and about my high school, and my friends, and teasingly asked me if I had a boyfriend. She smiled when I said that I was apparently very choosy, because none of the boys at my school were doing much for me. I couldn’t possibly tell her that, when I masturbated, it was more often picturing a girl than a boy.

“Well, maybe you’ll meet somebody you like, eventually, whether at high school, or college, or even later. It’s just important that you make each other happy.”

“You make me happy, Amy,” I thought, fortunately keeping that one to myself. I could only imagine what would happen if that got out.

We walked back to the cabin, again hand in hand, as the sun sank down and twilight deepened. It was very romantic.

As though reading my mind, Amy said, “It’s so romantic here, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s really pretty,” I finished, feeling that a one word answer was kind of rude. She smiled.

“Here we are,” she said. When we got inside, she said, “There’s a one stall shower in the bathroom. The hot water is really limited – they’re replacing the water heaters at each cabin – so if you need a shower, go ahead and take a quick one, okay?”

“Oh, I’m okay,” I said. For some reason my voice rose in pitch, as I pictured Amy taking a shower – minus the tee shirt and shorts. And I was so nervous about being nude in front of her. At the time I didn’t really understand why.

“Well, I stink,” Amy said. “I’m gonna take one,” she said. I wondered what a smelly Amy really smelled like, and I could actually feel my pussy wetting at the thought of smelling her body in different places. I was so embarrassed – I even pictured sniffing her naked bottom, as she pulled her ass cheeks apart! I ground my hand into my pussy to alleviate the feelings there.

She went into her little bedroom, and then came out again a minute later wrapped only slot oyna in a big white bath towel. Then she went into the equally small bathroom, and a few minutes later, I heard cranky old pipes clanking, then the hiss of water.

It was then that I looked down on my leg to see what looked like thousands of little black ants walking around on my thigh. I screamed and jumped up, dancing around. Seconds later, Amy came rushing out of the bathroom.

“What, what, what happened?” she shouted, staring at me. I started crying.

“Ants…ants, all over me!!”

She rushed over. “Okay. Calm down, Jan. Those are just the little regular ants around here, they won’t hurt you, but let’s get them off you.” With that she calmly began undressing me, pulling off my own tee shirt, and slipping my shorts off my hips. While my breasts weren’t anything to write home about, my ass, then as now, was nice and round.

“Pull your bra and panties off, I’ll get you in the shower with me to wash them off,” she said calmly.

I did as instructed, and it was only then that it registered with me that Amy was as naked as me, only wet. Her body was lush and round, gleaming wetly, and as far as I could tell, she smelled like a girl – it was wonderful. The small, hairy patch between her legs transfixed me, and I was nearly paralyzed with excitement.

“C’mon,” she said, waving me over to the bathroom. I hurried over, and slipped under the stream of water.

“Here, I’ll help,” she muttered, putting a dollop of almond-smelling shampoo in my short, blonde hair and briskly working it in, then handing me a small bar of soap. “Start soaping yourself up,” she said. “I’ve got to do me, too, or we’ll be doing this under cold water.”

Somewhere in the soaping up, we decided to help each other, feeling that would speed things up. What happened was, our hands, quickly covering each other’s skin, began to slow down as we realized that we were soaping, massaging, caressing, touching and communing with another cute, naked girl.

And that that was exactly what each of us wanted to be doing.

When that realization struck us both, signaled through our eyes as we looked at each other, our hands slowing, Amy turned off the water, soap suds still dripping thickly down our bodies.

“No point in wasting hot water, huh?” Amy asked quizzically, her face approaching mine. Her lips grazed my cheek, asking permission. I turned my mouth up to hers, and our first kiss was the sweetest thing I had ever felt. The tingle and glow I felt on my lips, raced through my body to my clit – which, I realized, was naked, soapy and which her fingers had briefly caressed, probably accidentally. Probably.

I was about four inches shorter than her, and my arms went around her waist, as hers went around my neck, and we pulled each other closer. Her slick, soapy breasts, pink nipples stiff and erect, pushed into my upper chest, slipping and sliding against my much smaller boobs, my own nipples, chocolate brown, also erect and pushing back into her.

Her vulva pressed into my lower stomach, her trim bush just above my own, less tamed pubic hair. My bush was rubbing into her upper thighs. I pressed my crotch in, wanting to be close to her there, to feel her against me closer and closer. I felt her tongue enter my mouth, my lips parting to allow her in.

I heard moaning, and then realized it was me. I felt her right arm slip under my arm, and her hand caress my slippery back, on its way to my little, round bottom. I had never felt someone’s hand on my bottom – it was so exciting that I gasped from the pleasure of feeling a woman caress my ass. Her fingers made their way from my lower back, fingernails skating along through the soapy residue, defining a fine line down my downy flesh, down to the rising curve of my young, female bottom, hot flesh rising up to meet the desired touch of Amy’s strong fingers.

Her fingers briefly grasped the muscles and fat of my plump bottom, caressing and taking in the pleasure of the female ass, appreciating its sensuality, its warmth and smoothness, its nearness to the intimacy of the female vulva, and anus…I so badly wanted her fingers to continue their sweet explorations.

“Ohhhh…” I moaned, hiding my face in embarrassment between Amy’s chin and chest, the beat of her pulse at her throat so apparent. I was so ashamed that I was excited, naked and unable to hide my excitement and desire, with this strange, beautiful woman that I’d only met hours before. I was ashamed, too, that I had cried before her because of the ants. I wanted to be sensual, exotic, mysterious with this woman who awed me in a way that I had never experienced before, but in my own eyes I had reacted like a needy little girl.

Amy would hate me, and laugh at me. The others in the cabin would find out, and I’d want to die. I could feel my cheeks burning with shame.

Then she kissed me again.

All of my worries just floated away, as I tilted my head up to receive her kiss, to feel her warm, soft lips on me, canlı casino siteleri her hot breath racing over my cheek, her nipples grazing my breasts, and my nipples. I began to appreciate that we were the same, though we were completely different. Her body, female to a fault, curved and lovely, her intimate secrets that she was making available to me. My body, less developed, but no less female, with all the good things that would mean for her…and for me.

I pressed myself within Amy’s embrace, my own fingers working up the courage to explore her lush and fertile body. My right hand slipped down between her legs, her vulva a hot, wet, slick and swampy pit of excitement.

“Ah, yeah,” she encouraged me, as my fingers brushed over her mons. My fingertips became more discerning, slowing and taking the time to enjoy the sensations that they were both feeling and transmitting. Her crotch was so hot, so welcoming. I touched her labia, her fat, fleshy lips soft and loose, her slit between them open, and my finger slipped in easily. Her pussy was the hottest, silkiest thing I had ever felt, and I knew from then on, that I would love exploring and touching that for the rest of my life. Hers, or somebody else’s – I just knew that, if it was pussy, I wanted to touch it, feel it, and whatever else could be done with such a lovely, beautiful organ.

“Slip it in…fuck me,” she urged me, pressing her hand over mine, my fingers slipping in so easily into her hot, wet paradise. As I concentrated on the wondrous pleasure of her silky interior, I was shocked when her fingers entered me. One, long finger slid between my thin, barely existent labia, the feeling of fullness a little uncomfortable at first. When her thumb began fanning over my clitoris, though, any thoughts of discomfort went right out the window, as pleasure streamed through my mid-section.

“Ohhhh…ohhhhh,” I gasped. I had played with myself before, of course, but the pleasure from another girl’s fingers in and around my pussy, far exceeded any pleasure I had ever been able to bring myself. “God,” I moaned, as a second finger joined the first, and her thumb aggressively flicked across my undefended clit.

I tried to imitate her actions, doing to her, what she was doing to me. I could barely believe that I actually had a finger inside a woman’s hot pussy, and hers inside of me! The pleasure was building inside me to an unbelievable extent, filling my fat little clit like water in a balloon. I even looked down to see if it had gotten bigger – of course, it hadn’t, but nonetheless, the ecstasy inside me was swelling me up emotionally until I thought I must burst.

Amy hooked her two fingers inside me, with the tips of her fingers rubbing inside me, behind my clit, and her thumb still caressing my clit. I nearly exploded, as immense pleasure raced through me, radiating throughout my body from my pelvis.

“Ohhh…ohhh…oh god oh god oh god…” I moaned loudly, forgetting to imitate my amazingly beautiful goddess, my fingers slipping out from inside her. She didn’t seem to mind, redoubling her efforts at my pussy, my whole lower body shaking uncontrollably, in the most devastating orgasm I had ever experienced. Her other hand she had presciently clamped on the lower half of my naked ass, holding me up as my legs weakened and gave out, the pleasure from her finger fucking proving to be more than I could manage.

I blacked out momentarily, and then awoke on the floor of the bathroom, in Amy’s warm and sweet arms.

“Are you alright?” she asked, quietly, a slight smile on her face

“Yes…yes, I think,” I stammered. “It’s just, I’ve never felt like that before.”

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” she asked, her smile broader now.

“Not like that!” I responded emphatically. “I’ve never…um, with a girl…”

“I was your first!” Amy said happily. “You’re just the sweetest girl, Jan.” She kissed my forehead, then my nose, then, pausing until I turned my face up and smiled back, on my mouth, her lips warm and soft on mine, so sweet and nice.

We lay there for a few minutes, then Amy said, “We’ve got to hurry and finish rinsing off. You don’t want yucky dried soap all over us. And then, maybe we could spend some time together?”

She was shyly asking if she could spend time with me? I was flabbergasted – I would have drunk her pee straight from the source then, if she’d asked.

“Okay,” I replied. “I’d like that.” She gently untangled from me, and stood up to turn on the water. The gentle rain fell on us both, washing off the sheen of slick soapiness from our bodies, and I’d be lying if I said that we didn’t both run our hands all over the other. I still couldn’t believe that a grown woman was letting a high school girl touch her, in the most intimate places.

Too soon, we finished, and were both soon reduced to helpless giggles as we tried to dry each other off. We walked, hand in hand again, to Amy’s bed. She pulled back the top sheet, and thin blanket, and I crawled inside, the cotton a little rough, and cool on my naked flesh. Amy crawled in after me, and we snuggled, embracing, our naked hug so exciting and satisfying. Our legs intertwined, and we lay with our heads each on a pillow in the tiny cot, looking at each other.

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After I moved away from home I always missed being with my family. We were always so close and I missed the time we spent together. Especially the time with my father. Just visiting was hard because my mother always made a fuss and insisted we spend most of my time together. Which was fine, I love my mother but I missed the alone time with my father.

When my father called me and said he wanted to see me the following weekend and that Mom would be gone I knew what that meant. He told me he had a special surprise for me since it would be the first real alone time we had spent together in so long.

When I got there I was wearing my short black mini skirt that was so tight around my ass I might as well have not been wearing anything at all. I had a white tub top and no bra. I was so horny my nipples were pointing out nice and proud under the shirt.

Dad is almost 6 feet tall with very broad shoulders. When I was little I thought he was a giant and even though I’m grown now, sometimes it still felt like he towered over me.

We sat down in the living room and chatting about everyday life. I could tell from the bulge in my father’s pants that his mind wasn’t on the conversation. I uncrossed my legs while talking about some of the new girlfriends. Dad’s eyes immediately went to between my legs and I smiled knowing he could see the tiny pink thong I wore. I changed topics and asked him what my surprise was. He told me to stand up and strip. While I did he lectured me on how only whores dressed that way and he didn’t raise a whore. When I slipped off my panties he saw how wet they were.

He took me into his bedroom and told me to close my eyes but I kept peeking so he took off his tie and blindfolded me with it. Then he took off all of my clothes and told me to turn around and bend over until my hands were on the bed. Then I had to spread my legs really wide apart so Daddy could see all my pussy and my ass. I might only be 5’6″ but my legs are pretty long and I know he loves to see me like this. My stomach started to tighten and heat pooled low in my tummy as I waited for my surprise. He told me to be very quiet and not say anything until the blindfold came off. I heard him leave the room and I waited for what seemed like forever.

When he finally came back in he ran his hands over the backs of my thighs and my ass. I started whimpering a little because casino oyna I wanted him to play with my pussy. He kept rubbing my ass and kneading it almost until it hurt. When he finally grazed him fingers over my pussy I know they came back wet because I could feel my juices starting to trickle down my thighs. He stopped touching me for a minute and then I felt his tongue dart deep inside my pussy. My legs started to shake as his fingers gently teased my clit. All I could think was how this was not the way Daddy usually ate me out. He was much more aggressive and by now he usually had 4 fingers inside of me. Even though the teasing was slowly driving me crazy I liked it. I pressed my pussy closer to his face but he only pulled back and I got a hard slap on my ass.

He started eating me out again, his rough tongue slowly swirling around inside me. I forced myself to relax because I didn’t want to upset Daddy again. I can always tell when his spankings are for fun or for warning. I could feel my orgasm slowly building inside of me. My legs started to shake and all my muscles tightened. My head spun with desire and my fingers dug into the sheets on the bed. When I came my knees gave out and I fell forward on the bed shaking and screaming. Daddy didn’t stop. He forced my legs open and sucked hard oh my clit while he pumped his fingers into me so hard his knuckles were bruising my pussy lips. I screamed louder and all I could feel was his mouth and his hands. I came again and again, one orgasm starting before the last was finished. After the fourth or fifth I started trying to crawl away, the pleasure was too much and it was starting to hurt. Daddy must have realized because after one more he let me go.

I was still shaking, the feelings were so intense. Daddy’s big hand was on my back gently rubbing and comforting while I started to relax. My blindfold fell off sometime during my orgasms and I had my back to Daddy and the room.

When I finally stopped shaking Daddy’s hand started to caress my ass. I giggled and turned around to thank him. I stopped mid sentence when I saw that we weren’t alone. Daddy’s friend Dave was sitting on the other side of the room with a big grin and a big hard on. He was the one to bring me to my first orgasm and Daddy must have taken his place after that. He was the only person to ever give me multiple orgasms like that.

Dave was 6’2″ slot oyna and very muscular. I had known ever since I was a little girl and I’d even babysat his kids when I was a teenager. He was very attractive but always seemed so proper I never bothered to think about him in any sort of romantic way. It was a shock to see him sitting there naked with a little of my cum still glistening on his chin.

“You be a good girl. You’re a grown woman and a woman needs to know how to please more than one man at a time. And Dave here has been really nice so you need to return the favor.”

I was scared at first. I’d never been with another man in front of Daddy before. I started just sucking the head of his cock while I stroked the shaft, hoping it would be over soon. It was so embarrassing to have Daddy watch me sucking another man’s cock. Dave put his hand on the back of my head and forced me to take more in my mouth. His cock wasn’t quite as big as Daddy’s so I managed to take it all the way down my throat. When I gagged he must have enjoyed it because he started pushing my head down faster. I love being gagged on a nice thick cock so my embarrassment over the situation quickly subsided and I got into. I teased his balls while I rubbed my tongued along the underside of his cock. He started moaning and I giggled which made him moan even more.

Suddenly Daddy was behind me and his cock was slipping into my dripping pussy. He showed me no mercy as he pounded my lil kitty. He slipped his thumb into my ass and I couldn’t help but come all over his cock. I couldn’t hear much over the sounds of my moaning and gagging but they said something to each other, laughed and started fucking so they were both thrusting into me at the same time. Dave’s cock was going so far down my throat and when he pulled back it wasn’t very far. I started to think he might choke me. I couldn’t breath and I started to panic. My screams were muffled by Dave’s cock and the vibrations were having an effect on him. He held my head down on his cock while Daddy continued fucking my pussy. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew Daddy wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me but I couldn’t control the panic. I tried to push against his thighs but he was stronger and held me in place.

I heard Daddy say, “You’re too old to be crying, stop or you’ll get the belt.”

Just when I thought I would pass out Dave canlı casino siteleri pulled his cock from my mouth. I fell forward and rested my forehead on my arms while I coughed for a minute, Daddy still fucking my pussy. When I stopped coughing Daddy pulled out of me and picked me up. He carried me to the bed where Dave was already on his back. I straddled Dave’s hips and lowered myself down on his cock.

Before I could start riding him Daddy pushed me forward. I liked the way my lil titties felt pressed against his chest. Daddy pulled my ass cheeks apart and spit on my asshole. I loved having Daddy in my ass, he always made me feel so good but I’d never had two guys in me before and I was suddenly really nervous that it would hurt. He felt me tense up and told me gently not to be nervous and that it would feel really good if I relaxed. I trusted Daddy so I relaxed. It hurt a little but he went slowly and Dave stayed still until Daddy was all the way inside of me. He gave me a moment to relax while both of them were inside of me. I felt so full and it felt so good!

When Daddy and Dave started to fuck me they really started to fuck me. The pounded me so hard I was screaming but I was begging for more. Dave’s cock in my already sore lil pussy and Daddy’s big cock in my tight lil ass. It almost felt like they would tear me apart. Daddy pulled my hair until my back was against his chest. Dave started playing with my breasts and pinching my nipples until my screams turned into little squeals of delight.

Daddy whispered in my ear that I was being a good little fuckslut. He asked me if I liked having both of my holes filled at once but I couldn’t form words to answer him. His hand went down to my clit. It was still really sensitive and it only took a moment with his skilled fingers to make me come again. Dave lost it and shot his hot cum deep in my tummy. I felt Daddy’s cum filling up my dirty hole a moment later. They pulled out and the feel of their cum dripping out of both of my holes drove me over the edge and I rubbed my clitty so I could come again.

Daddy stopped me and told me I had to clean him and Dave up before I could come again. I didn’t argue and I eagerly sucked Dave’s cock first. The taste of both of our cum was so good I tried to rub my clit while I sucked but Daddy held my hands behind my back. As soon as Dave was clean Daddy’s cock was in my face. It didn’t smell very good but I had gotten used to cleaning Daddy’s cock after it had been in my ass. While I cleaned his cock Dave got down and started running his tongue over my clit. I came with my father’s cock my mouth.

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As Kim sat on her couch she was texting back and forth with Jake. Just after Jake had told her in great detail about how he would fuck her from behind, the door unlocked and opened.

Her heart skipped a beat as she rushed to close her app and pretend like nothing had happened. It was Mark, looking exhausted as he takes his coat off and his shoes. “Hey babe” he says unenthusiastic as he heads to the kitchen to grab a beer.

“Hi honey” Kim replied as her voice cracked. “How as your day?” The image of looking up at Jake’s bare chest as he thrusted into her came to mind. “Oh kinda boring.”

“What’s for dinner?” He asks somewhat impatiently. “Oh I’m sorry honey the day just got away from me. We can order a pizza if you want.” As she finished her sentence, Anthony came out of his room.

“Can we get pizza?” Mark sighed.

“Yeah sure, Kim can you call for it, I’m gonna shower.” Kim felt her pocket vibrating as Jake sent her another message. “Sure thing honey.”

As Anthony sat at the counter and Mark walked down the hall to their bedroom she pulled her phone out to see a notification “Jake has sent you a message.” Feeling butterflies in her stomach, she opened her phone to see his message.

“Do you wanna meet up this Saturday?” Saturday was Anthony’s soccer game, but the temptation was too overwhelming. Typing as rapidly as her heart thumped, she wrote “I don’t know, I’m gonna be at my son’s soccer game for the majority of the day.”

Her phone buzzed “Baby u know i can be there ;)” he sent. Kim couldn’t help but feel anxious and eager at the thought of fooling around with this younger man while her husband and son were nearby completely oblivious.

“I’ll let you know. But Mark is home, we can’t talk until he’s gone. I’ll message you.”

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Thursday morning came, the sunlight came pouring in through Anthony’s blinds. For a moment, he forgot about yesterday’s events. For a moment he still thought of his mom as an innocent and pure goddess. Then his memory returned. Jake’s constantly commenting on how he thought his mom was a MILF All the perverted things Jake said he was gonna do to his mom.

The thing that hurt him the most was the video of Jake fucking his mom on his bed. Knowing his mom would cheat on his dad, let alone with his own bully, broke his heart.

Sighing deeply, he got up and dressed for the day. He got in the car as his dad drove him to school that day. They said their goodbyes as he left the car. Almost immediately, Jake began his assault.

“Hey man did you get my email?” He ask aggressively wrapping his arm around his shoulder preventing casino oyna him from running off. “Leave me alone” Anthony says meekly as Jake ignores him to continue on. “She was so easy man, so desperate for a young stud.”

His laugh makes Anthony feel sick. “Oh and those nudes? Oof. such a dirty MILF.” Anthony is able to get away and goes class.

When lunch comes he spends the period with his four friends. Brian, Chris, Eddie, and Lilly. Anthony would deny it but he constantly found himself fantasizing about Lilly. Brian, Chris, and Tim do too. She was petite, blonde, and pretty but just nerdy enough to scare off guys and attract the ones who were too scared.

Lilly wasn’t the groups only crush, in fact, all the boys found themselves suggesting Anthony host their meet ups, only because they wanted to ogle at his mom. They would never tell him the truth, but multiple times they’ve discussed it in great detail.

Anthony excused himself and went to the bathroom. The door opened to release a draft of smoke into his face. It reeked of weed and caused him to cough from the second hand smoking. As the smoke cleared, he saw the source of it.

Jake and his buddies were smoking in the restroom. Jake, Eric, Mike, Danny, and Eddie stood in a circle laughing at Anthony as he continued to cough. In Jake’s hands was a blunt and in the other held a pair of black lace panties.

“Anthony you’ll back me up, wasn’t I fucking some girl yesterday? Some thick little slut?” Anthony found himself pleading internally, hoping that Jake didn’t tell his friends what happened. “Yo was it Jessica? That bitch is thick.” Mike says laughing with the group.

“Nah just look at these panties. Hips like this but an ass like that” Jake laughed moving his hands in an hourglass shape. On the verge of tears Anthony rushed out and went across campus to use the other restroom.

Returning to the table, Anthony found himself fuming. “Was it Jake?” Tim asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah…that guy is such an asshole” Anthony said still heartbroken about yesterday’s events. “He’s not that bad…” Lilly said only to be drowned out by Chris “Dude thinks just because his dad is mayor, he can do whatever he wants.”

Tim was quick to reply “He also owns like the countries biggest private jet company.”

Brian joined in “And his dad funds the school, they’d rather let us get kicked around then punish him. Jake has been caught smoking and stealing more times than I can count and he’s never even been suspended.”

Silently they all fumed together until the bell rang and they continued on with their day.

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Thursday became Friday and before she slot oyna knew it, it was Saturday morning. Kim felt anxious as she continued to consider Jake’s offer. Kim cheered on Anthony as Mark sat besides her texting on his phone and skimming through Facebook.

Kim sighed in disappointment as Mark continued to ignore their son. “Hey honey, I’m sorry but I gotta take a call” Mark said as he walked off. Fed up with Mark’s behavior she pulled out her phone and texted Jake the address.

“Ill be there in fifteen minutes” he replied sending a chill up her spine. Watching Anthony play and occasionally scanning the parking lot, Kim waited eagerly, until her phone buzzed “here.”

She rose and left the crowd as she went to the parking lot, almost immediately, a red mustang stuck out like a sore thumb. The tinted windows rolled down as Jake was messing with something in his back seat but turned to look at her with that cocky smile.

Kim was wearing a blue and green floral sundress, she could feel Jake undressing her with his eyes. She climbed into his car, as soon as the door closed they began furiously making out. Moaning softly as she ran her fingers through his hair and he gripped her thighs tightly, slowly pulling her dress up to feel her exposed skin. “Let’s get outta here” Jake says as he drives off.

The vast empty road allowed Jake to show off just how powerful his mustang was. Flying at 70 mph, Kim couldn’t help but feel excited with how reckless he was. Reminding her of her younger days, Kim felt her panties getting wet.

Finally pulling over in a wooded glen, Kim eagerly began kissing him again. Jake wasted no time pulling her dress up to her upper thigh, sliding his hand down her panties and fingering her. “Fuck you’re wet baby” Jake says smiling at her as Kim’s cheek grew red in embarrassment. “I missed you” Kim replied feeling like a naive school girl. “I missed you too babe.”

They continued to make out as Jake’s fingers expertly slid in and out of her. The windows were becoming steamy as Kim’s moans filled the car. Bucking her hips to eagerly meet his fingers Jake pulled his hand away. “Baby don’t stop” Kim found herself begging. “I want you to taste it” he says cockily.

Kim took a moment to consider but decided to obey. Sucking his fingers intently as she could taste her own juices on his fingers. “Now get out of the car” he demanded with his powerful deep voice. Opening the door, Kim stood outside his car awaiting Jake’s next command.

She saw him exit the car and stand in front of the hood, “Now bend over the hood.”

She felt her cheeks glowing red and radiating heat as she walked up to the hood of his car and bent over, arching her back to canlı casino siteleri stick her ass out further. “Fuck baby I can’t believe how thick you are” Jake says chuckling to himself, before Kim can say anything, she yelps as Jake’s hand smacks her ass.

He smacks her ass again and again as she winces in pain. Finally she can feel him grinding against her ass, his erect cock bulging and throbbing through his pants against her ass.

Pulling her dress up until her ass in her panties were exposed, Kim felt the cold air brush against her skin. Jake’s fingers slid under the band of her panties and tugged them down until they were around her calves. Her breathing increases as she can feel goosebumps spread across her skin and the sound of Jake undoing his belt and pants.

Still waiting for him, Kim can feel herself getting impatient until she heard a rip, and a condom wrapper was tossed on the hood before her. Another smack on her already tender ass caused Kim to yelp again. “You ready baby?” Jake asks cockily rubbing his cock between her pussy lips. She nodded only to hear “No, say it out loud.” Kim bit her lip “I’m ready.”

Just as she finished her sentence, Jake thrust into her, stretching her walls out as he throbbed within her. “Oh God yes…Oh fuck Jake” she moaned in ecstasy as Jake wasted no time with foreplay and began fucking her roughly. Each thrust pushing her body forward on his car’s hood. The creaking of the car only covered by the sound of Kim moaning and Jake’s dominant grunts.

Burying her face between her arms Kim lets out a zombie like guttural moan. She felt Jake’s fingers grip her ponytail lifting her head up. Kim’s face contorted in pain and ecstasy as Jake slammed into her. Jake smiled as he saw his cock covered in Kim’s juices. “I’m gonna cum!” Kim cried out as Jake’s large and heavy balls slapped her pussy again and again pushing her over the edge.

“Cum on my cock baby” Jake ordered slamming into her with full force jolting her forward. Kim cried out in ecstasy, her leg shaking as her eyes rolled back. Hearing Jake’s grunt, she felt the condom within her fill with his hot cum. Letting her pony tail go, Kim collapses onto the car’s hood.

As her mind was still coming down, she saw him open the car’s back door and reach in for something, but came back and slapped her ass making her jolt much to his satisfaction. “Let’s get you back to Mark, don’t need him getting suspicious just yet.”

Kim struggled to pull her panties back up and climb into his car. Groaning as her tender ass stung as she sat on his leather seat.

He pulled into the parking lot as Kim gathered her purse. “When Mark’s out again, hit me up. I’d love to fuck you on his side of the bed.” With his hand on her thigh again, Kim felt her knees become weak. She nodded and leaned over to kiss him, then left his car. She found Mark still on the phone and Anthony’s game just about to end. 12-04 was the score.

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Chapter 4: Our New Home

As Judith predicted, it was easy for her to start her practice over in the new city. I had never realized how much money she had until I saw the huge condominium by the bay she bought us. It was beautiful and I was getting quite a bit of writing done and posted to ASSM. It was fun decorating the nursery, starting to buy baby clothes and playthings. I didn’t mind taking care of the house all day, knowing that Judith would come home to fuck me to heaven every night. And she lived up to the other promises she made, too; it seemed the bigger she got the more she wanted to make love to me. The pregnancy was passing in a delightful blur of sex.

Judith was so gorgeous! I had always thought pregnant women were beautiful (hadn’t I?), but to see this smart, sexy, powerful woman filling up with my baby made my heart overflow with pride. I had loved Judith’s breasts since she used them on me in her office. Now I was insane with lust to see how the increased blood flow and production made the nipples of those marvelous poonts darker and erect much more often and to know they were growing rounder and fuller to nourish the baby I had put in her belly.

Ah, that belly! Daily I watched it grow rounder and smoother. Judith’s large body was not being stretched out of shape to accommodate our child — stretched INTO shape was more like it. And how I loved lying between her legs, looking at her vagina and all the little folds around it, most often engorged and seemingly ready for sex at any moment. She said it made her feel wonderful; I knew it made her taste wonderful! Judith was designed for making babies and she was enjoying the task immensely. Sometimes during long lazy fucks, she would tease me about filling her so full of sperm she could store it and as soon as this baby was born she would immediately start on another.

Not only was Judith beautiful, but unlike many pregnant women, she knew she was beautiful and didn’t mind flaunting it. She began wearing maternity clothes as soon as she had anything to show and she chose the clothes to exaggerate her condition — frilly blouses and short skirts. Every morning I watched her lay out ever larger and more revealing bras as her nipples and other things swelled. The microfiber panties she liked looked really small but they stretched to unbelievable sizes.

Judith said some of her friends wore regular panties, bikini not thong, when they were pregnant, and just kept the front waistband pulled down underneath their belly. When Judith tried this, she didn’t like the somewhat baggy feel, like the panty was going to fall down. She was carrying low and it just did not feel right to her. It bothered her when it slid below her hip bones. Now thongs! Judith loved thongs, not minding that the strip of material up the rear. They rode high on her hips, higher even than her french-cut panties. Damn she looked good in them — and out of them! Of course, I was partial.

She said wearing maternity panty hose made her very hot, and she didn’t mean sexy. If she had to wear anything, she chose thigh highs, no garter belt needed. They had wide lacey elastic bands at the thigh and held up nicely, letting her ‘breathe.’ Some days she let me help her slide them on. When I was really lucky she would let me make her late for work even though that meant having to help her on with the stockings all over again.

I was so proud to be seen in public with her attracting stares from men and women alike. She loved to lie around the pool in the later evening sun letting me rub cocoa butter on her, not just on her belly, but all over. She said pregnancy could dry your skin. I couldn’t feel any dryness, but I loved taking the precautions. I could, however, feel the envy in the eyes of every man who saw us. “Why him and not me?” I could almost hear them thinking. And I KNEW she must make other women envious, too. One day I found out just how much.

“Oh, baby, this is too good!” I felt the laughter jiggling her bloated boobies. She started kissing me hungrily one evening almost as soon as she got in the door. “Got to re-examine THIS,” she continued to chuckle as she put her hand on my quickly stiffing cock.

“Uh, that feels good,” I sighed.

“You’re telling me!” she snorted as she quickly dropped my sweat pants to the floor and eyeing my cock. Judith had decided long ago against my wearing shorts of any kind. “Just had to check out the prick that’s responsible for another woman getting pregnant.”

“What are you talking about, Judith?” I protested. “I haven’t been near another woman. You know that. I love you, only you!” I was almost crying to think casino siteleri she could accuse me of this. “I …”

She stopped my pained babble with an open mouthed smooch. “Calm down, baby, I know, I know. I said ‘responsible'” She was still almost laughing, but I didn’t see anything funny. “Come over to the couch and I’ll tell you all about it,” she consoled.

Taking me by the hand she led me to the couch and settled her self nicely against me. “This should help you relax while I explain.” Tenderly she opened her blouse, unclasped her brasserie, and placed her breast into my mouth. Calm and release washed over me. “That’s a good baby; just suck Mommy’s tittie and I’ll tell you all about it. As her soft warm breast relaxed me, instead of simply hearing her words, I seemed to see what she was narrating like the voice over of a documentary.

*****

I think I’ve told you my office shares the floor with Shari Clarkeson. It’s kind of handy to have your gynecologist next door when a gal is a pregnant as you’ve got me, you naughty boy. Well today I had ducked into the little toilet we share. We have public ones for the patients, but we have a little one just for us doctor girls. I had just finished peeing — you know how our Claudette is making me pee all the time — when I heard Shari at the door of the stall. “Judith, hurry! I’ve got to goooo!” she wailed.

I did the dab and pulled up my skirt. Shari already had hers down to her ankles and almost ran over me getting in to sit on the toilet. She didn’t even close the door. I was fixing my lipstick when I heard her start to gush. “This is YOUR fault, you know!” she said.

“What are you talking about, Shari?” I asked, not turning around.

“Oh come on, Judith. I’ve seen you appraising me suspiciously. ‘Skirt getting a little tight, hmmm. Not really so flat chested any more, hmmm. Needs to pee urgently, hmmm.’ Well, you’re right, Judith. I’d been intending to tell you. I’m knocked up.”

“You, pregnant, Shari? But you said you had told Carlos …”

“Yeah, ‘I *deliver* babies, I don’t *have* babies.'” she quoted herself back to me. “Well we had a little accident. Or rather *I* had a little accident. Carlos has been wanting to get me pregnant since the first day we played hunky orderly drills horny young doctor down at the hospital. Of course the irony couldn’t be greater. Dr. Sheri Clarkeson, Ob., Gyn, whose main function in life is to write prescriptions for contraceptives so girls can get laid without getting pregnant, can’t take the pill herself. So every time I want Carlos’s lovely Latin log in me, I have to make sure he is well sheathed in latex.”

“So what happened and how is it my fault?” I grinned, seeing that Shari wasn’t really mad.

“Don’t you remember your check up about three months ago? You were my last appointment that Friday. Part of it was being in the middle of my period, which always makes me horny. Seeing you lying there on the examining table with that big round belly pointing up at me was like an accusation. And the smell of sex. Lord, Judi, you’ve got the wettest vagina of any woman I’ve ever seen; the whole room smelled like a pussy.”

“Sor-ry, Shari. I hadn’t had David around to lap it up for me since morning and I was already thinking about getting home to him,” I replied in defense.

“Well that and everything else, I guess it just set off the alarm bells of my biological clock. I was so horny driving home I was tempted to get myself off in the car. I figured that I needed a half hour with my vibrator to calm myself down before Carlos arrived. Just my luck if he wasn’t already there, craggy olive face, smiling green eyes and all, waiting for me at the door. Damn he looked good! Before I could stop him, he had me in his arms kissing me and digging his fingers into my ass. He knows how that turns me on. ‘Oui, slow down, baby,’ I pleaded, but he wasn’t buying.”

“‘You’ve meest me?’ he asked and slipped his hand into my panties. “Uu, I theenk so. Your poosy, she is sooo wet.”

“‘Wait a minute, Carlos, honey, please'” I gasped. He already had a finger in me and it was getting hard to think.”

“‘Why wait, mi amor? A poosy thees wet needs to be fohcked. Do you want me to fohck you Shari? Do you want me to take you to bed and put my cock in your wet poosy and fohck you sealy?'”

“‘Oh, Carlos!'” I moaned unable to resist him any more. Before I knew it I was on my back in my bed. He had my panties down and my skirt up around my waist and was shucking his clothes getting ready to pounce. ‘I’ll have to make him put on a condom,’ I thought, proud of my presence of mind. I would have done slot oyna it, too, if he had tried to fuck me immediately, but instead he went down on me. I’ve heard what you say about David, Judith, but I don’t believe there’s a man anywhere who eats pussy better than Carlos. He licked my thighs, he nibbled my bush, he inhaled me and told me I smelled like a WOMAN. He didn’t even touch my clit at first thought I was dying for him to. When I started squirming as the orgasm approached, he grasped my hips firmly and kept eating. And just when I though I couldn’t take any more, he took my clit in his lips and gave it a light suctioning kiss.”

“I exploded! I bucked and I screamed, but he held on tight. He wouldn’t let me stop coming. I went crazy for cock. ‘Oh, Carlos, baby, fuck me. I need you in me. Hurry, baby!’ ‘Baby’ I heard myself say and remembered. ‘But put on a condom, honey, you know this is a bad time for me.'”

“‘Eet ees a gude, time Shari, mi amor. You know I want to geeve you a baby. Please, Shari?'”

“He wasn’t playing fair. He had the tip of his prick at the lips of my pussy and was playing with my clit. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. ‘Please, no, Carlos. I don’t want to be pregnant'”

“He didn’t remove his prick. If anything, he put it in me a little more. ‘I want to fohck you Shari. I want you to have a baby. I want you to be beeg with my baby. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want me to fohck you and put my baby in you.'”

“I couldn’t hold out any more. I had to have him. I had to have him in me that second. I wanted to be screwed even if it meant I was going to get screwed. “Yes, Carlos, yes! Just fuck m. Fuck me, Carlos!’ I screamed in ecstasy. My well lubricated pussy offered no resistance; with one stroke he was in me. I came again the moment I felt his full weight on me, knowing his naked prick was only inches from my unprotected cervix. Then I really lost it. I don’t know what got into me (well yes I do) but I started crying and begging, ‘Yes, Carlos, knock me up, honey. I want to be so big and fat and pregnant for you. Shoot me full of your baby juice. I want to make a baby for you, darling.'”

“He was already aroused and pounding me hard, but when he heard me begging to bear his child, he started snorting and thrusting. Then he roared something in Spanish and went rigid. I’ve always told patients it’s impossible for a woman to feel a man’s ejaculation, but I did and I came yet again when I felt him erupt in me. That did it! I had just had three of the most intense orgasms of my life and I was out.”

“When I woke up the lights were out and Carlos was asleep but holding me close. Amazingly, he had finished undressing me and even gotten me into a pair of sexy pajamas, which were getting messy as his sperm slowly leaked out of me. His dark hard body was nude as always. Being held this way after sex was new. Usually we rolled away from each other after a nice rut. I decided I liked it. I snuggled closer against him and went back to sleep.”

“The next morning I awoke alone. ‘Typical for a man,’ I thought, ‘fuck ’em and leave ’em.’ I had to bite my tongue. Just then Carlos walked in with a tray of croissants, passion fruit marmalade, eggs benedict, orange juice, and hazelnut amaretto coffee. “Hungry, mi amor?” he smiled. Remember, you have to eat for two, now.'”

“Carlos darling, I got a little excited last night. You should realize that it’s pretty unlikely I’ll get pregnant from just one night of unprotected sex.”

“‘I know, mi amor. That’s why I don’t intend to let you out of this bed all weekend.'” He grinned lecherously.

“I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t take my eyes off the handsome, smiling man sitting next to me as I wolfed my breakfast. I had to think this over. I had been out of control last night, but was I necessarily wrong to be? He clearly loved me very much. He was smart — not in academic ways, but I saw how he could handle people (handle me!). The sex had always been great, but now I saw a tenderness and protectiveness in him that made my heart melt. And what beautiful babies we would make. I realized that I had decided.”

“‘Carlos, what are you having for breakfast, darling?’ I asked suddenly embarrassed to realize that he had just been watching me with adoration.”

“‘Tu,’ he replied and took my tray with a grin. Then he was in bed with me again and I surrendered to his strong arms. I wasn’t surprised, nor was he, I guess, when he found the pajama top was no barrier to his lips on my breasts. Nor did he have any trouble slipping a finger into my pussy. I was surprised a little how wet I already was just from the minutes of cuddling. canlı casino siteleri I lay back and let him worship me for a while, feeling my arousal grow minute by minute. Last night should have prepared me, but it was pleasant surprise when I felt his mouth leave my breasts, kiss its way lazily down my tummy and find my now soppy snatch. My legs with their own private memory of last night opened of their own accord and he burrowed his face into me.”

“Well, I don’t have to bore you with a repetition of the night before. I’ll just say that by the time I came in to work on Monday (late) I had been screwed eleven times: twice on Friday night, although I don’t remember the second one, five times on Saturday, three times on Sunday (well, even Carlos isn’t Superman) and once that morning for good measure. Carlos kept my fertile pussy full of his baby juice for over forty eight hours. Suzie took one look at the silly grin on my face that morning and asked sarcastically, ‘Have a nice weekend, Dr, Clarkeson?'”

“I was too happy to be offended. I had things to do. By noon I had registered for Spanish classes (the kids — I had a feeling there were going to be a lot of them — were going to have no secrets from Mommy), reserved a hall for the reception, and found a bilingual priest to marry us. Needless to say, when I did the pregnancy test a few weeks later, it was so positive I was surprised it didn’t blink in neon letters, ‘BABY!’ ‘BABY!’ I just hope Daddy does not mind giving away a daughter whose belly will arrive at the alter so much before she does.”

Shari had finished puling up her skirt and was standing by me smiling. “Oh Shari, I’m so happy for you,” I said and kissed her. “You really took the bull by the horns.”

“Well, I’d say the bull took me by the horns, but thanks. I do have a question, though.”

“You’re the doctor. What can I tell you?”

“I haven’t seen it in any of my medical books; I’m wondering if I’m abnormal. Did you get … you know … more … amorous after you got pregnant?’

“I sure did. And hornier, too,” I laughed. “Second trimester is play time, big time. Morning sickness is gone and you can really enjoy your man. Seeing your round tummy will drive him crazy. Sometimes I feel sorry for David because of all the sex I demand, but, like Carlos, he has a talented tongue.”

“That’s a relief. I just seem to want it all the time. Does it get any worse?”

“It just gets better, honey! David makes me come harder and more frequently now than before. Everything is aroused and engorged. Orgasms are intense almost to the point of being painful. My womb clenches up into a hard ball, a little uncomfortable but not enough so to make me stop” I grinned.

“Yeah, it’s same with me and Carlos, but what about during the day? I can’t go home for a quickie every day at lunch. I come in here,” she stopped and grinned at what she had said, “But it’s not the same. I’m a little squeamish about using my vibrator with the baby so close; I don’t want to ‘shake things loose,'” she grinned.

“Honey, when it comes to orgasms, quality is more important than quantity. Two or three big “O’s” at noontime is way better than popping off between each patient,” I said.

“But how do get the big ones alone?”

“Did I say I was alone?” I teased.

“Oh,” she said, her face growing cold. “I see. *You* have male patients, of course.”

“Oh, Shari, I’d never do that to David,” I replied seriously.

“Then how?” she inquired.

“Why don’t you ask Suzie,” I replied smugly.

“Suzie? And you? I don’t believe you.”

“What time does she go to lunch today?” I asked.

“About 1:00 p.m.”

“Come through here into my office about five minutes after she leaves today and you’ll see you hot little receptionist’s blond mane buried between my legs. But don’t look for the smile on my face. I’ll have mine down eating her sweet puss, too.”

Well she did and the look on Shari’s face was priceless. And it only got better when Suzie moved aside and motioned for Shari to take her place on me while she went to work on her boss. I have to tell you, we didn’t see many patients this afternoon”

*******

My erection was painful by the time Judith finished recounting her day; she had been rubbing me gently as I nuzzled her luscious tit. She looked down and grinned. “Well, I see you liked my story; why don’t you call for a pizza and we’ll find something to do until it arrives. I want a early night. We’re getting a visit from the membership committee tomorrow.”

“That’s nice,” I said distractedly, being more interested in the “something to do until it arrives.”

“Oh, it’s NOT going to be nice,” she laughed, “But it should be fun.”

To be continued in: Chapter 5 “Membership Committee”

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NOTE: You asked, and I listened! As requested, here’s Part 3 of Lynn and Brad’s adventures. If you’ve read some of my other stories, you may notice that some familiar names pop up here. This is the longest story I’ve published on here, so I truly hope you get as much out of it as I did. It’s been a work in progress for a while, due to how long it’s taken to finish, but that’s half the fun! If you have any requests, ideas, or criticisms, please comment or give feedback. Enjoy!

*****

“Pull it together, Lynn!” She whispered to herself. Lynn looked at her reflection in the mirror, fixing her lipstick in the dim fluorescents of the bathroom. Her friend Jillian was hosting their weekly book club, so it was a group of moms, some bottles of wine, and a book none of them had read, all sitting in a circle, loudly gossiping about their husbands, their kids, and their every complaint.

Lynn typically enjoyed the book club, but now, things were different. This was the first meeting since her encounters with Brad, the son of her gracious host, and close friend, Jillian. In a little over the span of a week, Lynn had given Brad his first handjob, then later, his first blowjob. Now, she had to excuse herself to the bathroom to splash her face with cold water; no matter how hard she tried to focus on the drunken conversations about which bag boy at the supermarket was cutest, she couldn’t stop thinking about Brad, only a few rooms away. As the other women chatted, she felt the heat between her legs as she imagined sneaking away, tiptoeing upstairs, and finding Brad in his bedroom.

“Cool it, Lynn!” She whispered aloud to herself. Last time, she’d faked a distress call to Brad, pretending she needed assistance after her car broke down. Really, she just needed an excuse to be alone with him, and in a car seemed to be the safest bet during the day. She’d lied to Brad about having been grocery shopping, she’d lied to Brad again about trying to call her husband for a ride, and she’d lied to her husband about spending the day at home while he was out shopping with their son, Kyle. Speaking of Kyle, he was a big reason she knew she couldn’t do anything more with Brad; Kyle and Brad were best friends! He could never find out what she’d done.

“Lynn, you okay in there?” A voice called from elsewhere in the house. She realized that the other women had stopped chatting, and must’ve been waiting for her to return. Had she been gone that long?

“Oh, yeah, I’m good.” Lynn called back, drying her hands off on the soft towel next to the light switch. She opened the door, shutting off the light, calling out again, “I’m good.” She turned the corner, entering back into the living room with a smile.

—

It was getting late. Brad had been studying for almost four hours straight, feeling confident for his Spanish test tomorrow. The new teacher was giving exams every week, which meant he had to study a lot. These tests were every Friday, which meant he spent his Thursday nights studying, a challenge now that his mom was hosting her book club every Thursday night.

From his bedroom upstairs, he could hear the local moms drinking healthy amounts of wine and loudly chatting about every facet of their personal lives, occasionally pausing to laugh heartily at a punchline Brad missed. Curious, and tired of studying, he shut his textbook and headed downstairs. As he made his way down, Brad could clearly hear one of his mom’s friends, Michelle, discussing a pizza delivery guy she’d heard a rumor about.

“Extra sausage, you know? Maybe we need to order a pi— Bradley!” Michelle exclaimed as he turned the corner into the living room. Lynn found it hard to swallow for a moment, caught off guard by the young man entering the room. She locked eyes with him, but only for a brief second, before he moved on, getting a look at each of the other women in the room. But all it took was that brief moment of eye contact for Lynn to remember how badly she wanted his cock again; she took a deep breath to center herself.

“Hi, ladies,” Brad gave a soft smile as he looked around the room. He saw his mom, Jillian, sitting at the edge of one couch, pouring herself another glass of wine. Next to her, her friend Karen, new to the book club, nursed a half-full glass. She was in tight pants and an even tighter top that accentuated her large bust. Across from her on another couch was Diane, another friend of his mom’s; she was chubbier than the other women, and she wore it well. She was wearing a yellow cardigan that draped effortlessly over her curves. In front of Diane, in her own armchair, was Michelle. She had a daughter a grade above Brad. Michelle was in a long, thin, flowy skirt that covered her ankles, and a equally thin tank top that did a poor job at hiding her hot pink bra straps beneath. However, none of these women captured Brad’s attention quite as much as Lynn did. Sitting on the same couch as Diane, she had no wine glass in front of her. She held a book in her lap, and was casino siteleri dressed in a thin sundress that dropped to her ankles in the back, but rested just above her knees in the front. Her red lipstick was eye-catching on her tanned skin, and her natural blonde hair was pushed behind her ears. Lynn held Brad’s gaze for just a moment, before he felt guilty for admiring her long, smooth legs, and looked back to his mom.

“Brad!” Jillian said. “What a treat, the ladies don’t typically get to see you!” She stops and walked over to him, wobbling slightly on her first step. She, like most of the other women, had clearly had more than a few glasses of wine. She steadied herself against his shoulder, standing next to him as if showing him off to her friends.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Brad apologized. The women were certainly taking their time appreciating the young man standing before them. He was tall, athletic, with he had such an innocent look in his eyes.

“Oh, not a problem, honey. We’re actually just finishing up.” Jillian nodded to the other moms, who all murmured I distinctly about having to get home, checking their watches and phones. “Looks like I’ll need to call you all a ride, huh?” Jillian asked.

“Yes please!” Karen called out, rising to her feet. The other women also stood up, visibly tipsy, gathering their things.

“Wait,” Brad interrupted from the side of the room. “Why don’t I give you all rides home?” Since getting his license recently, he’d been trying to help his mother out as much as possible. This seemed like a great way, saving all of them money. Besides, he needed a break from studying, and even if he didn’t expect anything elicit to happen, it was still a bit of a rush for Brad to ride in any car with Lynn.

“Oh, that would be wonderful!” Jillian exclaimed, happy to see her son offering to help. Lynn perked up. All together, the gaggle of drunk women made their way out of Jillian’s home, hugging her goodbye and thanking her for hosting, before piling into Doug’s Jeep. Diane climbed in first, sitting behind the driver’s seat. Karen slid into the middle seat, next to her, and Michelle sat behind the passenger’s seat. Lynn walked up, noticing that the three others had taken the backseat, and swallowed hard before opening the passenger door, realizing she’d be sitting next to Brad as he drove.

In the driver’s seat, Brad also swallowed hard, waiting until Lynn was looking down at her seatbelt buckle to adjust himself, trying his best to hide his swelling package. In his gray sweatpants, he could still make out a straining bulge, but it was better than a tent. With a turn of the key, he put the car in drive and pulled out of his driveway.

As he drove, Brad glanced at the woman next to him, then to the women in the backseat. Beside him, Lynn, sober, looked straight ahead, trying her hardest not to stare at the now-obvious bulge in Brad’s pants. Her blonde hair wavered as she realized she was holding her breath; exhaling, her ample breasts caught Brad’s eye. Behind him, the three drunk women chatted amongst themselves about their weekend plans.

“Thank you for—hic—doing this for us!” Karen hiccupped as she called up to Brad.

“Yeah, thanks so much!” Diane added, sweetly.

“Yes,” Lynn smiled, looking to Brad. “Thank you so much.” Feeling bold, she reached over, patting him twice on the thigh. In a moment so brief Brad wasn’t sure if it actually happened, Lynn ever-so-slightly grabbed a handful of his hard cock, before bringing her hand back to her lap. Brad almost swerved off the road as he pulled up in front of Diane’s house, feeling his cock throb in his pants.

“Diane, I didn’t know you lived by Cherry Lane!” Michelle perked up, looking out the window as the car slowed to a stop.

“Oh, yeah, talk about memories, right ladies?” Diane laughed as she got out of the car. “Thanks again for the ride!” Brad watched as she made her way up her walk, opened her door and entered her house.

“What’s on Cherry Lane?” Brad asked, curious. He knew of the street, which snaked around the hill behind Diane’s house, but as far as he knew, it was just a dead end that overlooked the town. There was nothing up there but a few spots to park and a street lamp.

“Oh, come on, Bradley,” Michelle chided in jest. “You must know about Cherry Lane. Every teen in town knows about that place.” She nudged Karen, who was also smiling.

“It used to be something of a ‘lover’s lane,’ if you know what I mean.” Karen giggled. “High schoolers used to park up there to make out and, well…” She let her voice trail off suggestively. Brad knew exactly what she meant.

“But, it was especially famous back in the day because that’s where you went to lose your virginity!” Michelle jumped back in. “If you were going to Cherry Lane, you were going to pop your cherry!” She and Karen giggled, whispering amongst themselves about times past.

“You’ve been there, now, haven’t you Bradley?” Karen asked, but slot oyna he didn’t respond. “Come on, a strapping young man like you? You must have taken dozens of girls to Cherry Lane by now!”

“I, uh, well—” Brad stammered, blushing.

“Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin, Bradley!” Michelle called out, shocked.

“Actually, Ms. Michelle, we’re here at your house!” Brad changed the subject as he pulled up in front of her home. Unfazed, she opened the door and climbed out of the car, only tossing a drunken “Thanks!” to Brad as she walked to her front door.

As he drove off, Brad felt bold, and got an idea. He checked his rearview mirror; Karen was staring out the window, not paying any mind to anyone else. With confidence, Brad took one hand from the steering wheel and swiftly slid it onto Lynn’s leg, holding a lose grip on her thigh.

Lynn felt her breath hitch in her throat as she watched Brad not take his eyes from the road, even has his hand crept under the hem of her dress. Careful as to make sure that the woman in the back wasn’t paying attention, he snuck his fingers into her lap, brushing up against her silk panties. Taking a breath, Brad pushed her panties to one side. One finger traced her lips, feeling a hint of wetness escaping from them. She squirmed under his touch, and Lynn had to bite her lip hard to stifle a surprised moan as Brad inserted one, then two fingers into her warm, waiting pussy.

While driving, Brad began to finger her, massaging her folds, and teasing her clit. Lynn couldn’t help but bite down on her own finger to keep quiet. She was mortified that Karen might catch on to what was taking place, but she’d be damned if she actually wanted it to stop. Brad teased Lynn as he drove, alternating between fast and slow motions, massaging her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, until she just couldn’t take it anymore. All at once, Lynn felt the orgasm roll through her body. She bucked hard against Brad’s hand, letting out a only stifled whimper. As Brad pulled the car to a stop in front Karen’s house, the woman climbed out, and said goodbye. Lynn couldn’t even bring herself to say goodnight to her friend, too afraid that if she tried to speak she’d only be able to moan Brad’s name.

“Well, Mrs. Lynn,” Brad smiled as he pulled away from the road. “Next stop, your house.”

“No, Bradley.” She spoke slowly. “Drive to Cherry Lane.”

–

After a quick drive, Brad got to the top of Cherry Lane, the infamous lover’s lane he’d never known about. Atop the hill, there was a small clearing with a view of the suburb below. There was a row that accommodated maybe three cars, lit by a single street lamp, which cast an orange glow on the area. As Brad parked, he felt the strain in his pants throb as he imagined what might happen next.

“Get in the back.” Lynn told him once the car was stopped.

“After you,” Brad gestured, turning off his lights.

“Always the gentleman.” She smiled back at him before unbuckling her seatbelt and climbing over her chair. As she climbed into the backseat, Brad watched her ass in the rear view mirror, perfectly outlined by her sheer dress, which was just short enough for him to get a peak at her silk panties. For just a moment, Lynn paused to wiggle her ass in the mirror as the young man looked on, and Brad felt his cock press against his pants. She finished climbing back, settling herself on the driver’s side, behind Brad. He took a deep breath, removed the key from the ignition, dropped it in a cup holder in the center console, and climbed into the backseat as well.

In the back, Brad say across from Lynn, who had her back to the window. She had kicked her shoes off, and was running one hand up her smooth leg, tracing her finger along her calf, up towards her thigh. Brad watched, hypnotized, as her finger stopped just as it reached the hem of her dress.

“Bradley?” She spoke, breaking the silence.

“Y-yes, Mrs. Lynn?” He looked up from her thighs to meet her gaze.

“Lose the shirt.” Lynn commanded, and he did not hesitate, pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it to the front seat. For a moment, Lynn admired his young, muscular figure, before continuing, “Now take off your pants.” In a matter of seconds, he slipped his sweatpants down to his ankles, kicking them off, sitting in only his tight briefs, which could only barely contain his raging erection.

Resting on her knees, Lynn leaned in towards his lap, her face only an inch from his cock, with just a thin piece of fabric between. She giggled as Brad’s cock twitched under her hot breath. No longer able to restrain herself, Lynn yanked down his briefs, dropping them to his ankles. His hard cock spring forward, lightly slapping her in the face as it bounced free of his straining waistband.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry,” Brad apologized, mortified. But Lynn wasn’t upset, more than anything she was elated. With his cock leaning against her mouth, Lynn puckered her soft lips, giving the underside of canlı casino siteleri his cock a gentle kiss. Brad shuddered from the sensation, and then let out a small, surprised grunt as Lynn opened her mouth and took in his cockhead.

As they sat in the back of his car, Lynn began to slowly nurse on her son’s friend’s cock. Lying across the back seat, her head in his lap, she teased his cockhead, sucking softly on the smooth skin, and massaging his balls with her delicate fingers. On occasion, she pulled back to lick the tip, lapping up any dollops of precum he produced, tasting the sweet pearl as it burst across her tongue. Brad couldn’t help but let out soft moans as he pushed further and further into Lynn’s mouth, grabbing onto the side of the door with white knuckles as he fought back blowing his load in this MILF’s mouth.

Finally, Brad thought he couldn’t hold back any longer, and was about to warn the hardworking woman of his impending orgasm when she pulled back, dropping his throbbing cock from her warm mouth. She wrapped a loose fist around his shaft, beginning to stroke him slowly as she spoke.

“Honey, tell me, were you being honest earlier?” Lynn’s voice was low, but innocent.

“What do you mean?” He responded, feeling the previously-building orgasm slowly subside, his balls unclenching.

“When you said you’ve never been with a girl before.” She stopped stroking, looking up at him from his lap. He had trouble looking down at the mature woman holding his cock.

“Oh, um, I— uh—” He stumbled over his words, embarrassed.

“Bradley,” she cut him off. “Are you a virgin?” Her bluntness caught him off guard, and he couldn’t help but answer her just as bluntly.

“Yes.” He blurted out. Immediately, he felt his face flush red, and wondered if Lynn could see his blushing in the low light.

“Well, Bradley,” Lynn began to slowly stroke his hard cock again, slowly, teasingly, with a loose fist. “Would you like me to help you out with that?”

Brad could barely hold back, and again almost shot his load right then and there. This woman had been a family friend, someone he’d known for years. Then, a few days ago, she offered him a life-changing ride home, and now she was offering him something he’d only dreamed of… Though, admittedly, he’d dreamed of this quite a bit. On more than a few nights, Brad had turned off porn to instead imagine Lynn’s hand wrapped around his cock, her warm and wet mouth, her soft lips and tongue, and, of course, he’d fantasized about what it would be like to fuck her brains out. Now, as he sat in his car in the empty lover’s lane, in the low light of the single street lamp, he looked into the eyes of his best friend’s mother as she licked a drop of precum from his twitching cockhead, and nodded.

“Allow me.” Lynn rose from the floor, kneeling on the cool leather of the backseat. She bunched up two handfuls of the bottom of her dress, and Brad watched in awe as, in one swift move, Lynn pulled her dress up, over her body, over her head, before balling it up and tossing it to the front seat.

Lynn couldn’t help but smile as she noticed Brad’s cock throb as he got a look at her near-naked body. Even in the dim light, Brad could tell her tan was even, and his eyes poured over her natural curves. As he’d noticed on their car rides, she had thick thighs and beautiful love handles, with a hint of chub in her stomach. Brad’s jaw dropped as he finally got a look at her large breasts, barely covered, pressed together by a sheer, black bra, creating a soft cavern of cleavage. He’d seen her in a bathing suit at one or two pool parties, but had never really paid attention. Lynn reached back and effortlessly undid her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders, as the cups smoothly released her heavy breasts. Ina moment of boldness, Brad reached out, feeling his cock twitch in his lap as he cupped one breast in his inexperienced hand, resting his other on her hip. Her skin was soft in his hand, and she cooed to his touch when he grazed her nipple with his fingers. He so desperately wanted to ask to fuck her motherly tits, but chose to hold back, instead letting her take the lead. She was, after all, much more experienced than he was.

“Lean back,” she told him. They shifted, and Brad slid down, lying on his back across the backseat bench, still slightly upright with his head against the side of the door. Lynn stood to a crouch, and, as Brad looked on in amazement, slid her panties to her ankles, stepping out of them, until she was completely naked in front of him. Brad drank in the sight of her pink pussy, practically dripping wet from how turned on she was. Lynn loved the feeling of being ogled by this young man, and couldn’t help but blush. Regaining her composure, she exhaled, before climbing back onto the seat, straddling Brad. With one hand, Lynn steadied his rock hard cock, and he watched with baited breath as his friend’s mom slowly lowered herself onto his cock. His breath hitched as he felt the warmth of her pussy surround his cock, and she couldn’t help but gasp as she felt his fat cock push past her swollen lips, through her folds, until she was sitting on his lap, his cock fully inside her.

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Here I am, Joe Average, well Steve Average anyway… 48 years old, professional, married to second wife for 10 happy years so far, after a miserable first marriage that was 10 years of hell, but that’s a whole other story… Anyway, we live in the suburbs of a good sized city, nice home, nice subdivision, great neighbors, nice lifestyle, kids have grown and moved out, nothing exciting… just typical and average.

Our neighbors across the street are a carbon copy of us, hard working couple during the week, yard work and small home projects on weekends. Terry calls or texts me when he needs help with something and I do the same when I need an extra pair of hands.

We moved into the house 9 years ago, they moved in 4 years ago and we hit it off from the start. Although we didn’t get together on a regular basis, there were cookouts and friendly visits occasionally when we’d see each other working in the yards. Borrow a leaf blower, help move a bookcase… it couldn’t be any more benign. Terry tended to do projects himself, I know my limitations and am good at hiring help and writing checks.

One spring Saturday I get a text from Terry asking if I could come over and help get some prep work done in advance of a new garage he’s having built. I tell my wife that I’m headed across the street and I go over ready to do a little manual labor.

As Terry and I are plugging away throughout the morning we’re of course talking about various things… work, sports, upcoming vacations… and Terry updates me on his wife’s health. She’s been having issues that the doctors haven’t been able to pinpoint thus far. General overall lethargy and aches and pains, etc. It’s been a couple months of doctor visits, tests, various medication trials. She’s continued to work and function overall, just a very annoying, underlying “shitty feeling”.

Terry mentions that it’s not only been rough on her, but on him as well as he chuckles and I ask how so and he says “I haven’t had sex in weeks.” And he laughs again.

I laugh along and tell him “That must suck… or I guess that isn’t happening either, huh?” and I laugh with him.

He responds “Yeah, not even that… I’m not upset with her or anything, she can’t help it, but it sure is rough and it’s like being back in junior high taking matters into my own hand a lot these days.”

We continue working and getting a good portion of our intended goal done as lunch time approaches. Terry’s wife, Sharon, comes out and asks if we’d like to take a break for a sandwich and we welcome the break.

We head in and I catch up on things with Sharon and we discuss books. We share a common interest in reading material and read some of the same fictional authors. She puts on a happy face but I can see she’s getting tired again. Terry and I head back out to slave away and I comment “It was good to see Sharon, I hate to see her so tired looking though. I hope the doctors are able to figure out what’s going on soon.”

“You and me both Steve or I’m going to bust a testicle.”

I hesitate for a moment thinking about saying something, but I stop myself. Terry notices and says “What were you going to say?”

“Honestly? I was going to say I may have a temporary solution for you…”

“How so? Do you know a ‘lady of the evening’?”

“Not exactly…”

Now is a good time for to explain that lately, just in the past year I’ve had a sudden desire… a craving… an interest… wondering what it would be like to have a cock in my mouth. I have no interest or desire to be fucked by a guy, just want a cock in my mouth. I have absolutely no idea where this came from or how the entire thought started in my head. I’ve always been straight, even a bit of a man-whore in my younger days, especially after the first marriage catching up, sowing my wild oats. I’ve casino siteleri never thought about anything even close to sexual with another man, so why has this been in my head the past year? I have no clue, but I haven’t been able to shake it. I watch plenty of porn and never really paid attention the male actors, focusing on the women and I have always appreciated a woman that could deepthroat and enthusiastically suck a big cock. Sure, I’ve noticed and been impressed by some of the male actors and what they’re packing, but never had I sat there stroking myself thinking “I wonder what that would feel like in my mouth.” I mean NEVER… until recently. What’s going on with me? Some weird middle-age thing? A natural rite of passage that men don’t talk about? A brain tumor? I just don’t know, but I want it… To touch another cock, to taste another cock, to feel a cock sliding down my throat… to feel one cum in my mouth and taste it… It has to be a brain tumor… there is no other possible explanation.

Terry is looking at me waiting for an answer and further explanation of what I meant.

I hem and haw… “Well, no, not a prostitute or anything like that.”

“Well what? One of the housewives in the neighborhood?”

“Ummmm, no… not that either.”

“Well what then?”

I can’t look Terry in the eye when I say it… “Me.”

Terry’s voice rises a little “YOU? What are you talking about?”

I hush him and say “Look, I’ve never done it before, but for some reason I’ve been having this craving to… well… to be honest… to suck a cock.” There, I said it, it’s out… now Terry who is about 6’3″ and solid is about to kick my ass… this was a big mistake…

After about 20 seconds of silence, Terry says “Well, I can tell you it’s different.”

My eyes shoot open and I say “WHAT?”

It’s Terry’s turn to tell me to keep my voice down “Look, it was back in college, a quarter of a century ago, I tried it once with my roommate. It just wasn’t something I ever did again. No harm, no foul.”

“On the other hand” he said. “My roommate had a hell of a mouth and I let him work his magic on me whenever he got in the mood… hey, a blowjob is a blowjob and when you’re not dating a girl at the moment, it was very welcome. Nobody would have guessed that our team back-up point guard had such a smooth throat… He’s married with 3 kids now, we still keep in touch.”

I was trying to absorb all of this, while at the same time realizing I was getting a bit hard…

I glance over at Terry and my eyes move down and I think I see a bit of pressure against the front of his jeans. He looks down, smiles and says “Some fond memories I haven’t thought about in a while I guess…”

Right then, Sharon comes out the back door and tells us “I’m headed out to get my haircut and then coffee with Crystal. Spur of the moment thing, I’m going stir crazy in the house.”

Terry kisses her goodbye and Sharon is out the driveway and headed up the street.

An awkward few seconds and then Terry says “Are you serious about wanting to try something new?”

I look him in the eye and in a defiant voice, probably more to sound confident to myself than anything, I say “Yes… I’ve been thinking about it for a year and I won’t get a better opportunity than this.”

Terry turns and heads towards the back door into his house and I follow.

Once inside the den he stops turns and says “So, how do you want to do this? Want me standing, sitting, laying down, what?”

I had never really given it any thought before… I just imagined sucking a cock, not the actual logistics of the event… “Ummm, standing I guess.” I guess I had pictured myself kneeling in front of a man…

Terry says “Well I should go shower first, we’ve been working up quite a sweat working outside slot oyna today.”

A little too quickly I say “No, don’t… I actually kind of like the idea of you being… well… a little dirty…”

“Oh, so you’re a dirty little cocksucker, huh?” He says with a laugh and a wink… and I nervously laugh a little with him. “I was just kidding, trying to lighten the mood a little.”

I should note that in the past year or so I’ve really gotten into enjoying the aroma of certain things… in particular my balls first thing in the morning… you know how they’re a bit sweaty after being trapped under the covers all night… I haven’t been able to get enough of running my hand all under and around my balls and then breathing in deeply the scent… almost intoxicating. But this may be completely different. I know what my balls smell like but I have no idea what another set of balls will smell like… I hope I didn’t just make a decision that ruins my fantasy and first experience. In which case this may be my last experience as well.

Terry walks over to the couch and grabs a throw pillow and comes back to me and drops it in front of him. He starts to reach for his belt buckle but I stop him and tell him I want to do it. I can’t look him in the eye any longer and I just look down at his crotch which isn’t too far below my eye level as I’m only 5’9″ tall to his 6’3″.

I tentatively place my right hand on his thigh and start to slowly move it upwards until I feel a ridge and my body shivers a little… wow, I’m actually doing this… I just touched another cock… granted it’s through a pair of jeans, but still…

Terry just stands there, knowing I’m going down a path I’ve never gone down before. I reach for his belt with both hands and pull the strap out and undo it. I then reach and unbutton his jeans. Thank goodness he has a zipper and not 40 buttons to undo, I don’t think I could manage that at this moment.

The sound of his belt buckle rattling and the unzipping of his fly sounds like a jet engine right now as my senses are ultra heightened.

I now have his pants open and unzipped. I glance up at him and he’s smiling down at me and gives me a slight head nod as if to say ‘go ahead’…. And I start to pull his pants down along with his boxers at the same time. Slowly… very slowly… I see hair on his lower stomach and I’m glad to see hair as I continue to pull down… I haven’t really been into the whole shaved thing so I’m glad to see the equivalent of a bush appearing in front of my face.

I start to see the base of his cock and I keep pulling down… inch by inch and then I see a piece of the head of his cock and another inch and his cock springs forward, surprising me a little as I jump at the sudden movement.

There it is… another man’s cock… it’s right there… in front of my face… holy fuck what am I doing???

I continue pulling his pants down below his knees and his cock actually touches my forehead as I do this.

Terry kicks off his shoes and is kind enough to step out of his pants freeing himself completely. He stands there with his legs spread a little in a wide stance, his healthy looking cock hanging there only slightly aroused.

I just stare at it for a few seconds… and I hear a voice say “Take it in your hand first, just touch it.”

I obey as if in a trance and do as suggested and reach up with my right hand and wrap my fingers around it. It’s warm, it’s soft, yet hard… and suddenly getting harder. I start to move my hand back and forth along the shaft just taking it all in. I catch a faint whiff of manliness and it’s arousing, not unappealing at all. That gets me going and I see a little tiny droplet of clear liquid at the tip and I instinctively lean forward and with the very tip of my tongue lick it off. A very slight moan comes canlı casino siteleri out of Terry’s mouth as he’s watching me. I look up at him again and this time he says “It’s now or never… go for it.”

And I do… I open and take the mushroom head of his nice sized cock into my mouth, just the head… my tongue touches it and I can’t believe how soft it feels, I’d never noticed that about my own cock feeling it with my hand after thousands of times stroking myself… but it’s so soft… I close my lips around it and just hold it there… Son of a bitch… I HAVE A COCK IN MY MOUTH!!! I shiver again as I realize this.

I move my head forward a little and take a little more in and back again… I’M SUCKING A COCK!!! A little further with the next back and forth motion… and a little further the next time and I hear Terry start to moan… “Damn, you have no idea how good this feels after being so long without. You’re doing great, keep going.”

That’s all the encouragement I needed as I start to move my head forward and back sucking his tasty cock. I pull all the way back and do what I’ve been fantasizing about… I lower myself a little, lift my face and come up under his balls… I see every hair on his sack as I stick my tongue out for a taste… musty, musky… sweaty, salty… but nice… I breathe in deep… deeper… sucking in the aroma I’ve been thinking about… this is exactly what I’ve wanted.

Terry widens his stance a little more to give me room and I take advantage of it by rubbing my face all over and around his balls. They don’t hang too low but they are nice and feel good against my face. I’m licking and breathing in deep the entire time wanting more. I pull back, panting a little as I’ve worked myself up and the aroma of his balls has excited me like never before. I’m rock hard but I don’t even think about it.

I take his cock in my hand again and guide it back to my mouth and try to push it all the way back, coughing a little when I hit the back of my throat. “Slow down there cowboy” Terry says… “we have time, take it slow and see how much you can take. Let’s see if you’re a true cockwhore and can deepthroat.”

I take my time and relax my mouth and throat and continue sucking and licking this beautiful thing in my mouth. This is what I’ve wanted and now I have it. I even bury my face in his pubic hair wanting to feel it on my face, still breathing in his natural aroma… he smells as good as I do in the mornings.

I can’t take it anymore and I start fucking him with my mouth, faster and a little deeper each time. Terry reaches down and grabs my head and starts to fuck my mouth as he holds my head still. I don’t fight it, I just let him control things. He’s face fucking me and I’m loving it. I try to look up at him, his eyes are closed as he’s focusing on the wonderful feeling of a mouth on his cock for the first time in a long time.

I hold still as he face fucks me more… faster… deeper… Then suddenly he stops and holds my head firm and then I feel his cock start to swell and I know what’s coming… His hands tighten on my head, he lets out a groan and SPLASH I feel a torrent of liquid hitting the back of my throat. I hold still and just take it… spurt after spurt, stream after stream… he’s been holding a lot for a long time. I can barely taste it as his cock is taking up all the room in my mouth but as he starts to pull back I get the full effect of the texture and taste in my mouth… It’s amazing… I hold it there with my lips closed.

Terry says “Sorry, I didn’t mean to cum so fast and I didn’t even ask if you wanted it in your mouth.” I just smile and nod… and then I swallow… swallow my first load of jizz… I’m in a daze… This was perfect.

I stand up and Terry says “That was incredible, you’re a natural.” Then he says “How did you like it? Was it everything you’d fantasized about for the past year?”

My answer is “Anytime, anywhere… I’ll come over and do that.”

“That’s a deal. Count on it.”

To be continued…

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[My ‘Summer of 42’; I was still ‘untouched’ that summer I visited my cousin. She was only too willing to teach me what I didn’t know.]

It was strange. Growing up, I had cousins from my mother’s side but none from my father’s. My mother’s two sisters: one had only boys and the other only girls. Of the girls, two were nice, quiet, unassuming young women. One became the model for ‘Elaine’ on Seinfeld, a driven professional woman with no home-life. The other was a woman who gave it all up for only home-life.

Ah, then there was that third one: A brunette who patterned herself after Joan Collins. She was the ultimate heartbreaker, the raven-haired hussy, the tramp that all women hated and all men desired.

As a youth, I watched her as she conducted a titanic war with my mother to curry my father’s attentions. She wore plunging necklines and short shorts to my mom’s fury; whether my cousin and him ever hooked up I never knew.

It was summer. Joel had had her first child several months before. She’d regained her figure, except that her boobs were still huge from breastfeeding. So imagine a Joan Collins (in her prime!!) but with a real set of boobs, a slim, spectacular figure, with great legs and gorgeous smooth feet.

I emphasize that her breasts were not the amorphous mass that most nursing mothers have but Playboy quality…only larger and engorged with warm, sweet mother’s milk. She had a perfect tan 24/7 and padded about her home barefoot and scantily clad. THAT was what I was to encounter on my first foray away from home…

I had just turned eighteen and was about to head for college. It was tradition that we went away each summer around Labor Day; we used to go to the Cape [Cod], but it had become overrun with tourists. Instead, we went to the Connecticut coastline, much less traveled by tourists with slightly warmer weather too.

My family was all there as we visited Joel for the first time in years. The baby was still nursing at the ripe old age of one. I know that because everyone was in the house in the living room. That is, everyone but me. The baseball playoffs were going on and I was in the sitting room.

My cousin came in unannounced carrying the infant. She said that she had to do something and she didn’t want to do it where everyone was talking. Would I be offended if she fed the infant? Looking up from the game, I said no, of course not. I went back to the game, not thinking much about it.

Now, if I was any kind of gentleman, I would’ve looked away. That explains why I watched: the side of her dress fell away and I heard the snap, snap! She had opened one side of her nursing bra. My God!! Looming out was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, sort of like a boob from a pin-up or a foldout, except this was much bigger, the nipple much more pronounced, and—best of all—it was real and only inches away.

My supersexy cousin gently put her pinky in the lucky kid’s mouth, making him open wide. Then, she inserted that angry nipple. With a smash of his tongue and tug of his lips, I heard the ‘zit zit’ as he noisily slurped and suckled that white nectar of the gods.

To my surprise and embarrassment, I felt something growing. Sure enough, as the baby nursed on that perfect boob, my cock grew and grew. Finally, it was iron hard and at a record size. I’d once measured it at six inches, but with maturity and my sexy cousin, I crossed the nine inch barrier easily. As for the sperm-filled globes below it, let’s just say they were about to burst…

Well, all good things have to come to an end. As she pulled the baby from her other breast, there was a thin stream of mother’s milk that extended to his tongue. His lips had disengaged with a noisy slurp and pop. She set the infant down in a crib against the wall, did herself up and then turned to me. I quickly went back to the game, hoping I wasn’t ‘busted’ for staring.

Most guys who stare (which is, oh, what, every one of us?) think (hope?) that the subject (woman) doesn’t have peripheral vision. Well, like all women, my cousin did and she had noticed me staring after thirty seconds. She then decided to put on the sexiest nursing show ever seen. Well, it was…God I was turned on.

Joel: “So, did you enjoy the floor show?”

Me: “What, that? Nah…it’s just that I never had, umm…seen that…”

Joel: “Never saw a baby fed, or never did ‘IT’?”

Me: “I shouldn’t admit it, but, well, both. I never saw such a lucky baby and I am a good little boy too, entering college in the fall.”

Joel: “Is that the way you WANT it, staying just a ‘good little boy’?”

Me: “Well, sure, I kind of wished I’d done something…anything. I guess I should have worked on that instead of playing games…” [Pause.] I can’t believe I admitted any of this to you.”

Joel: “It’s okay, it’s okay. As much as I have ‘explored’ I’ve never broken any confidences. casino siteleri I never told you about your mother and father and…”

Me: [interrupting] “What? I, I always pictured them as gothic Americans…”

My cousin laughed, almost waking the baby.

Joel: “I’ll just say this. You know that they went to parties every single weekend, right? Well, some of those parties were as they said, just returning a party given by someone else. However, half of the time, they had gone to a marital retreat, but it was NOT to be alone. Other married couples were there too, and they liked sharing.”

Me: “You mean my parents ‘swung’; swingers? I can’t believe it.”

As I contemplated that, my cousin (ten years my senior at 28) sat down in the loveseat next to me. As I gazed at her magnificence, she cooed that I should close my eyes. I did. Then, making my blood pressure skyrocket, I heard those same two telltale ‘snaps’ as the dress and nursing bra were re-opened.

She took one of my hands and placed it on that breast. The nipple was hard, ready for nursing. It almost burned the palm of my hand it was so ready, so firm and popping. I looked upon this like an apparition, a dream. My eyes teared, my mouth watered. She sensed this and prodded my head down. With eyes closed, I felt that nozzle of goodness cross my lips.

As I drank, I got a few drops of tasteless warmth. Then the rich vanilla goodness of mother’s milk splashed into my mouth, overwhelming my senses. With a glug glug I drank and drank to my heart’s content. As I loomed within an inch of the breast, dazed, she pushed me to the second one. I finished that one too with a noisy swallow.

Joel: “Well, how was that?”

Me: “Like a dream–like a real wet dream…I can’t think of anything better.”

Joel: “Stand up, sweetheart.”

I did. With that, she tugged at my shirt buttons, my belt, everything. A woman would’ve protested instantly, but being a guy, I didn’t care if I was clothed or not. Within moments, I was just wearing my shoes. At the last moment, I was modest and covered my huge unit and jewels with both hands.

Joel pried them away and keyholed my cock until it slapped against my rippling abs, some ten inches of steel-hard cock. Its size even surprised me. Swinging freely and manfully below it was a set of balls worthy of the largest bull. So much potent seed, so much sperm; as I said, I’d been a ‘good little boy’ and had never done the ‘deed’ before that day.

Joel: “My God, it’s gorgeous! So big, so very hard! After talking to your mother, and I won’t give details, if she knew that you were THIS well-hung, I’m 100% certain that she would’ve fucked your brains out at least five years ago.”

Me: “But, I only just turned eighteen.”

Joel: “That’s true, but she wanted to have another child. If she knew that her beloved son was this well-hung, I think that you would’ve gotten a chance at it. Of course, you’d never have wanted to fuck your own mother now would you? I mean, your mom might be the identical twin of Doris Day or some movie star, with an even better figure, but could you have actually made love to her? And, would you want to have made a baby in her? I can’t conceive of that.”

Me: “Wait, was that a joke? [Okay, I wasn’t the swiftest mind at work.] Well, yes I’d wished I’d known that…and done that. What you said. I would love to fuck an older beautiful woman…and get her pregnant.”

That was a thought that a lot of guys had: what if the woman of their dreams actually wanted them? How many nights of love and days of ecstasy had I foolishly missed? How big a nursery…how many cribs could I have filled up? Such was the fantasy.

Then, something snapped me back to reality. My hot cousin stood up and pushed the button in on the doorknob, giving us a modicum of privacy. She turned to me with this naughty look.

Joel: “You know, cousin, after this first baby, my husband and I had the worst kind of argument. He said that we could only afford the one child. I thought it would be terrible to have an ‘only child’ and demanded we have another. He said no, and to emphasize it, we’ve not made love since. I am so fucking horny! I need loving, I need sex, and I want another baby.”

Joel: “My chart is peaking right now: I’m incredibly fertile today and tomorrow. So, if you make love to me, you’ll probably get me pregnant. Would you like that, your sexy cousin Joel, her belly swollen with YOUR babies? Her breasts filled with creamy smooth milk, just waiting to satisfy those babies, or the man that made them. Would you like that? Sex, pleasure, loving, babies, mother’s milk…being THE man of the house?”

I heard laughter from the other room—we were really taking a risk. I knew if we were discovered, I’d be mortified in front of my own family and her husband. An irate husband, even one far less muscular than me, would be an ugly thing to confront.

On the other hand, I had the ultimate brunette here. She was available, horny, willing, unbelievably slot oyna fertile, and begging for a baby…for MY baby. Jeez, unless I secretly wore dresses myself, I just had to go for it.

I never answered her. I stood up and motioned for her to stand up. Off came the rest of her clothes. I sat down on a big oak chair. I then brought her to me and kissed that tummy which had a few stretch-marks but overall was flat, firm, and soon to be ruined again as it swelled with life…swelled with my babies.

I pulled her until she was right above my huge ten inch cock, and then let her slide down, letting my proud babymaker brush up against the wet, slavering lips of her pussy. Holding her by her firm bum, I moved her up and down so that my oversized cockhead just brushed those sensitive lips at the gateway to heaven.

She gasped from the pleasure, having her first mini-orgasm. I didn’t keep score, but throughout this entire act of love, she either had one intense, incredible 27 minute orgasm—or–about 22 of the shortest but hottest mini-orgasms.

She threw her head back, mouth agape, as I fed her inch after inch, inch after inch. My cockhead was not centered and dragged against the tingling walls of her inner womanhood. She put a hand on my broad shoulders, bracing herself. She whispered for me to stop, that it was too intense. I smiled and kept going, kept the drill plunging forward, seeking out her depths.

I went as far as I could go and her body seemed to relax. I looked down and saw at least three inches of manhood still outside. This was a waste of cock power, so I grabbed her bum and pushed hard.

With that, what seemed to be solid gave way, and my innocent cockhead pushed into this opening, like a secret room within. After a rubbery resistance, it gave way and I was finally in openness, as if I’d played some game and reached the goal.

I was in her womb; somehow, even in my naiveté, I sensed that THIS was where I was supposed to do my manly task. I also sensed that it was as she described: warm, waiting, welcoming, and incredibly fertile: A warm garden bed, just needing some seeds to make life grow.

Just as we were reaching the ‘promised land’, to our horror, someone knocked and rattled the door. With my powerful cock deep inside of her, my cousin still had the presence of mind to respond:

Joel: “Please keep it down; I’m tending to the baby, who had a little problem with his last feeding. I’ll be right out. Jim is here watching the game. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

To our relief, the mystery knocker apologized and left. Knowing now that we had only limited privacy and little time, I used every scrap of strength to lift and drop my supersexy cousin in my lap as I went into overdrive.

We were making love with such fervor that I didn’t even watch the mesmerizing sway of her breasts as they bounced and bounced out of synch with our humping. The suckling nipples were leaking, the mom’s milk dripping out and smearing my chest as they brushed up against it.

My mind was reeling, thinking of the baby I was about to create and what my cousin said about my beautiful mother. I made one last high lift and then full speed drop of my Joan Collins look-alike cousin onto my hard cock.

With it now lodged as deep as possible without coming out her other side I proceeded to fill that unprotected and fertile womb with my potent semen. I had no idea that my cum was almost 98% pure sperm, but I knew that I was pumping a lot of it, rope after rope, shot after shot, spurt after lengthy spurt, into that unprotected womb. I finished seeding her with a short fifteen second gusher.

We were making out as she sat motionless atop me, my spear penetrating her to the hilt. With a final lingering kiss, my huge cock finished off its mission of transferring my genetic material into her baby factory.

I slowly lifted her off of me. What looked like white lubricant rolled down my still hard pole, as if a mighty piston had been doing work. Gently, I laid her on the couch, with a pillow underneath her bum to keep all of that warm cum pooled deep where it could do its job.

At that instant, the baby awoke. So my cousin could rest and that precious seed of mine could do its evolutionary work, I held the baby and kept him quiet. He was easy to rock back to sleep.

An hour later, I snuck out silently. The baby was napping as was my beautiful cousin.

To my surprise, my parents had left for the motel. Only my cousin’s husband was there. I had no idea what was going on. I also didn’t know that their house had cameras for their home security service. It turns out that HE was the knocker on the door. HE sent my parents home, saying that he’d bring me to them after I’d watched the playoff game.

Me: “That was nice of you. I didn’t know about the security cameras. I guess they, what, send home pictures when you’re on vacation to a monitor service…or the web?”

He smiled and popped a DVD out of the system; he then re-inserted canlı casino siteleri it. To my dismay, it showed Cousin Joel and I getting really ‘well acquainted’. I felt about one inch tall at that point. You can imagine my stunned surprise when he slapped me on the shoulder, mussed my hair, and smiled.

Husband: “I know you’re terrified, but relax. At your age, if I ran into someone like Joel who offered herself to me, I would’ve jumped at the chance, too. I mean, anyone would. The thing is, I didn’t tell her ALL of it. Not only did I not want another baby, I didn’t want the CHANCE of making another one. So, I got a vasectomy. I don’t know how she will take that. Anyway, there’s no harm done. I got second thoughts about that operation. Reversing it would’ve been costly and risky, so with you providing us that next child, all questions were answered, and for free.”

He stuck out his hand to shake. Any guy in that situation would’ve jumped at a chance to get away with it and just leave. But I sensed I could get even more so I pressed home the issue.

I took his offered hand.

Me: “Well, I’m glad I could be your sperm donor. Talk about fast service, with free delivery! I’m off to college now so I won’t see you for at least a year. When I come back, I’ll see how you two feel about another ‘free delivery’. Either way, I’ll look forward to that get together.” [I grabbed a cab and re-joined my parents.]

The next year, I went to visit my one year old who was nursing; it was just like Joel’s first born, nursing the year before. And just as the year before, I did her again in that sitting room. I didn’t mind that we were being recorded or that her hubby apparently replayed the DVD later (especially when he was alone?)

It was fantastic, thirty minutes of incredible sex and bareback goodness. I never came so intensely or copiously. When I left her, I laid her out on the couch again, her pussy opening now a wide chasm. She had changed to accommodate my huge cock, making her useless for her modestly equipped hubby.

After bending over and kissing her, I stood up and saw that sperm-filled pussy, a torrent of thick white foamy goo seeping out, oozing down a silky thigh down to the cloth couch pillow. There, a little lake of love had formed a tribute of our unbelievable passion.

Before I returned to college that second year, I had made that visit to my cousin and then back home to pack for school. I’d never told mom about Joel’s gossip so I figured this was as good a time as any. Her old man was out getting hammered at the local tavern. My still beautiful mother was home alone.

She still looked like a version of that old timey actress Doris Day who was the penultimate mother-next-door soccer mom. Well she was all of that, but men might’ve noticed she also had a fantastic figure. My mom was like her, but her blouses were ‘better filled’, MUCH better filled. Now an ‘old lady’ at forty, she still was a solid 35D up top above the best legs outside of Hollywood.

I braced myself for the scream and slapping of a lifetime from my still gorgeous mother as I repeated the really tasty bits that old cousin Joel had laid upon me.

Mom: “Truth or dare: I want to hear everything you did with Joel, and I mean EVERYTHING.”

I took her challenge and told her every detail. By the time I finished, mom had the same look of lust as Joel did: the same teary eyes, moist lips, and heaving perfect breasts, the nipples throbbing, about to pop off her sizeable ‘rack’. As if I was in yet ANOTHER wet dream, my insatiable mother grabbed me and absolutely bathed me in kisses. Soon we were making out.

I didn’t worry about the preliminaries or foreplay. I wanted my sexy mom; I had for so very many years. Now I had the ultimate chance to bed this sexy forty year old soccer mommy and I wasn’t going to ruin it.

In my mother’s room, on her marital bed, our bodies came together with all the pent-up passion that only years could have formed. That poor bed rock n’ rolled as we sang a song of love with our bodies, completely out of control. By the end, mom was rolled up, her legs over my shoulders as I penetrated to places never touched before.

Finally, as if an old master of love, I gripped my mother’s slim waist, held her tightly, and pressed forward that last vital inch. Like a moon rocket take-off, my balls pulled tight before sending one gigantic pulse up the vas deferens and out into my beautiful mother’s receptive depths.

With my cockhead where it had to be, the little opening at its end opened magically to the size of a quarter as it spewed out one solid wall of life-giving baby batter. Just one single shot from my hugely swollen testes had more sperm than she’d received in her life. Each shot was sent with titanic force and frightening power to the absolute depths of my mother’s fertile womb, splashing back around like a tsunami wave. A deep puddle formed there, teeming with potential life.

It was my last day home before returning to school, and I had ‘made the most of it’ you might say. I gently put her on her marital bed, with two pillows holding up her shapely tanned legs so that my good stuff would stay deep inside to do its manly duty.

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