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When I spoke to Joan to let her know when I would be arriving she informed that her Mother had passed away and that the Funeral was going to be on the Friday before I arrived. Unfortunately, there was no way that I was going to be able to get there any sooner. She told me not to worry the Matron of the Nursing Home, who answered the phone when I called, had been very supportive and to just get there when I could.

I arrived at Joan’s house late Saturday afternoon. Knocking on the door I felt just like the first time I walked into her house. The adrenaline was pumping, and I knew that I could not grab her and drag her to the bedroom, which was what I most wanted to do. No, I had to respect the fact that Joan was no-doubt an emotional wreck having just lost her Mother.

The door opened and there she was. We fell into each other’s arms and immediately Joan started to sob. I whispered in her ear that everything would be all right and hugged her tightly. Damn, it felt good to hold her again. Her hair against my face, the fleshiness of her back, and the weight of her huge breasts pressed hard against me and her hands reaching up to my face.

“Thank you for coming.” She sobbed. “Of course I would come, you aren’t alone.” I replied as we began kissing, her tears streaming down her face and mixing with our passionate exchange.

“Come in, it’s so good to have you here. Do you want a drink, can I get you something to eat, would you like a shower after your long trip?” Joan spoke at a million miles an hour as she tried to pull herself together.

“Relax honey, can I get you anything? Let’s just sit and relax a moment. Did the Funeral go OK?” I asked.

Joan soon calmed down, and we sat chatting for probably an hour about her Mother, the Funeral, what she’d been doing, and what I’d been up to. As we spoke, I took in her glorious shape; it had been so long since we had seen each other. Joan was dressed in a black sleeveless dress that clung tightly to her womanly curves. A string of pearls hung around her neck and accentuated the thrust of her huge chest. Her hips and backside were as I remembered, full and lush. Black stockings and black patent leather 2-inch heels completed her mourning attire. She was dressed as she was for the Funeral minus a jacket. Friends and acquaintances’ had been dropping in throughout the day to pay their respects and offer their help.

As we continued to talk Joan again told me how helpful and supportive the Matron from the Nursing Home had been over the last month. Apparently, the Matron had taken to dropping in on Joan after her shift had finished to update her on how her Mother was going each evening.

“Nancy is a lovely woman, I’m sure you’ll like her.” Joan spoke with some trepidation in her voice. “Of course I will, the fact that she has been so supportive of you and your Mother I like her already.” I said. “I hope so.” Joan said as she squeezed my hand. “She’s actually offered to come around and make dinner for the three of us tonight — I hope you don’t mind? I’m just not up to it” Joan said as she got up and moved towards the kitchen.

I followed Joan into the kitchen and as she was standing at the sink I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her tightly against me. I nuzzled her neck saying, “well I would have preferred to be alone with you, but I’m sure it will be lovely and I’m looking forward to meeting her.” Joan turned, placed her arms across my shoulders and kissed me deeply. “It means a lot to me, Nancy has been so supportive, thank you.”

It felt so good being back in Joan’s arms, smelling her perfume, the touch of her bare arms against my skin, her soft lips, the mass of her huge, bra encased breasts pressing against me and my now very hard cock pushing against her. It was like we had never been apart. Yet, I still felt a degree of hesitation from Joan. I stepped back from Joan and apologised for being inconsiderate. My God, she had only buried her Mother the day before and here I was starting to push my hard cock against her as we stood in the kitchen.

“Oh my gorgeous Man, don’t be silly I can’t thank you enough for coming when I needed you.” Joan said as she gave me a tight hug, mashing her massive tits into my chest. “It’s a strange time at the moment, so much has happened.”

We walked back into the lounge room holding hands and just as we were about to sit the doorbell rang. Joan jumped, “That’ll be Nancy — oh, I do hope you like her.” She said as she quickly left to answer the door.

I waited in the lounge room for Joan and her new friend to walk in. As they did Joan beamed, “Nancy, this casino siteleri is my very special friend.” “Lovely to meet you, Joan has told me so much about you. I must say you are as handsome as Joan described you and it’s so good of you to come at this difficult time.” Nancy said.

I don’t know how I managed to respond with any coherence, but somehow I did. Here greeting me was a woman who was obviously in her early sixties standing about 5feet 8inches, with a mass of wavy coiffured grey hair that came to just above her shoulders, she wore a long red wool cardigan wrap, that came to the same length as her camel coloured skirt, over a white shirt. The wool wrap formed a massive vee outlining the straining buttons of her white shirt. Her breasts thrust forward, although not as large as Joan’s massive chest, they were, by any standard huge and they stood-out proud. My guess was that they had to be at least an F-cup, if not more. Like Joan she also had a string of pearls loosely following the fall and thrust of her chest. She indeed had a Matronly aura, but not like any Nurse or Matron that I had ever seen. Her face was pleasant, yet there was a sternness that was clearly apparent.

“Nancy, it’s my pleasure and thank you for all the help and support you’ve given Joan.” I said as I held her hand momentarily in greeting. I also noticed that Nancy wore another string of pearls wrapped around her wrist.

Nancy then turned to Joan and asked “and how have you been today?” “Up and down” Joan replied. “James and Sue Faulkner dropped by and my daughter flew back home, as you know — she is still very upset.” Joan turned to me “they were always very close those two.”

“Well Ladies can I get you anything to drink.” I asked as I struggled to find conversation. “No, no.” Nancy said. “I’m here to make things a little easier tonight, so you two relax and I’ll fix dinner.”

As Nancy went into the kitchen to make dinner, I turned to Joan and said, “Well she’s certainly not what I expected when you said Matron.” Joan smiled “I knew you’d like her.” “Yes, you said that.” I replied with a little annoyance. I checked myself quickly. “Yes, she seems very nice indeed.” I knew exactly why I was annoyed, Nancy was a third wheel interrupting my time with Joan, yet at the same time I knew I wanted to fuck Nancy and fuck her hard, almost as much as I wanted to fuck Joan.

Nancy looked like every adolescents’ dream mature woman — huge breasts sitting high on her chest and thrusting forward tightly encased in a soft wool wrap, a womanly backside and thighs curving out from her waist, strong legs covered in sheer black stockings and a mass of wavy grey hair framing an aging, yet attractive face.

Dinner was lovely, except now I was beginning to feel like the third wheel. Joan and Nancy chatted endlessly, while I sat there taking furtive glances at the two enormously busty women, both of whom, without realising it were dressed like sex on a stick. Occasionally, the girls would turn to me and include me in the conversation and then without a seconds hesitation turn back to each other and continue talking, or one or other would turn to me and touch my arm as if to try to include me but it only lasted a second or two before they continued their animated conversation.

With dinner finished I cleared the table, taking refuge in the kitchen. Both women went into the lounge room and sat on the sofa. I could hear them talking but could not make out what they were saying.

After finishing the dishes I walked back in to see Joan nestling in Nancy arms. I stood for a moment between the kitchen and lounge room and watched in confused awe at the sight. I thought at first that Joan was crying as Nancy was holding her tight placing soft kisses over Joan’s face while whispering into Joan’s ear and gently caressing her back. Nancy looked up and motioned for me to come over. “Come and give Joan a hug she feels so down.”

I walked over to the lounge and knelt by the two embracing women and hesitantly stroked Joan’s back. “Kiss her.” Nancy whispered. “She needs to know we are here for her.” I held back for a moment, not for want of desire, but for the need to fully take in what I was looking at. Joan had her eyes closed and her lips pursed as Nancy’s lips ran along Joan’s cheek. I found the whole scene an incredible turn on. The soft down on both women’s faces, the wrinkles around their eyes, the tiny lines around their lips where the red lipstick had bled into the lines around their lips was all just so arousing.

As I began kissing Joan’s cheek Nancy moved closer to my face, almost touching and slot oyna quietly told me to let Joan know how much I missed her. Joan turned her lips to mine and I felt her tongue graze my lips. We both started deep kissing. I wasn’t aware at first but Nancy had moved behind me, her solid breasts began pressing down on my shoulders, her face still only inches from mine. I could feel her breath as she whispered, “That’s right show her how much you care and how much you’ve missed her. Feel her huge breasts and let her know you still want her.” Without hesitation I cupped Joan enormous breasts and began squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. Again, I felt Nancy’s breath as she spoke “push them together, tease the nipples, make her feel wanted.”

Joan bought both of her hands to my face and held me as we continued our deep kissing. She then hesitated and looking into my eyes asked, “Are you OK?” I simply moaned as I pushed my tongue deeper back into her mouth. I then felt Nancy’s hand begin to rub my hard cock, her face touching mine now, and her solid breasts moving up and down on my shoulders in-time with her cock massage. As Joan and I continued to passionately kiss Nancy started undoing my pants, and as she released my cock she squeezed it tightly, her fingers running over the top of it and spreading the copious amounts of pre-cum along the shaft. As Nancy continued the rhythmic pounding on my dripping cock she began instructing me on what to do to Joan.

“Now undo the zipper and let her breasts out” came the first instruction. Without releasing my mouth from Joan’s I pulled the zip down from the back of Joan’s dress and began running my hands across her back. “Now pull the dress off so we can see those huge breasts. Look at those enormous bra encased tits, suck her nipples through the bra.” Following Nancy’s instructions I pulled the dress forward and looked in awe at Joan’s huge breasts.

The bra was simply enormous, two huge plain back satin cups held her breasts, the heavy underwire forcing separation, yet even so the delicious flesh still wanted to spill out of the top and from underneath.

Nancy repeated her instruction as she released my cock from her grip and squeezed Joan’s right breast into the straining bra cup “suck that beautiful breast.” My mouth locked on to the soft satin and I began sucking as Nancy began a milking motion forcing more delicious tit flesh forward into the bra cup. I looked up to see Nancy and Joan kissing, their tongues searching out each other’s mouth. My right hand dropped to my cock and I started masturbating to the erotic vision of these two mature women kissing with the passion of teenagers.

Nancy abruptly stopped and told me to stand up. As I did, she also stood and again held my cock, holding the base in a vice-like grip and pulling me forward within an inch of Joan’s mouth. “Joan, now show him how much you have missed his hard cock.” She said as she guided my cock into Joan’s waiting mouth. With Nancy now behind me, and Joan sitting on the couch the two women rhythmically worked my cock. Joan’s mouth bobbing up and down in time with Nancy’s hand working back and forwards along my cock, which was saturated with my own pre-cum and Joan’s wet sucking. With her free hand Nancy began undoing my shirt. I was now virtually naked, with my pants around my ankles, and my shirt undone.

Thrusting my hips forward, I held the back of Joan’s head with my right hand and with my left hand I twisted back to my left and pulled Nancy by her thick grey hair to my face pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. I totally abandoned myself to the pleasure I was experiencing as cum rushed upward and began spraying into Joan’s vacuum-like mouth. Nancy continued to pump me as we sucked each other’s mouth. Pulse after pulse of cum shot into Joan’s mouth and even after my cock could give no more both women continued pleasuring me. I could hardly stand-up with the intensity of my own orgasm. Releasing my lip lock on Nancy I collapsed onto the lounge next to Joan.

Immediately Nancy lent forward to Joan, her pearls hanging enticingly from her chest, and sucked her cum filled mouth as her hand stroked my cock. I watched in awe as the two women continued to kiss, Joan lying back on the lounge with Nancy leaning over her. I pulled Nancy’s hand off my still hard cock and moved behind her. As the two women continued their passionate embrace I pushed my cock against Nancy’s delicious arse and bent forward cupping her large firm breast. I began to slowly dry hump Nancy through her red wool wrap, the sensation of the soft wool against my hard cock was incredible and almost canlı casino siteleri as good as feeling her heavy breasts which I began to massage and squeeze through her clothing.

As the women continued to kiss I felt Joan’s hands joined mine in massaging and kneading Nancy’s breasts. As Joan and I increased the tempo and pressure the Matronly air that Nancy had projected was beginning to melt. I could feel her pushing back against my cock and her hands were forcefully pleasuring Joan’s massive chest, squeezing, pulling and finally wrapping the Pearl necklace tightly around Joan’s huge left tit as she began sucking on Joan’s engorged nipple.

Joan then reached for Nancy’s shirt and began undoing the buttons at the same time I began to caress Nancy’s torso, running my hands up and down her back, then along the sides of her statuesque body. Reaching under the wool wrap I found the zipper to Nancy’s skirt and quickly pulled it down, her skirt falling to the floor. My hands were all over her and I was pleased to find that she had no panties on, just a suspender belt and stockings. I pushed my cock into the crevasse of her arse pushing against the soft wool. Joan had released Nancy’s large tits from the confines of the shirt and bra and she was now sucking on one of Nancy’s large nipples.

I lent back and pulled the wool wrap over Nancy’s arse and pushed my cock against the entrance of her hairy pussy. With hardly a movement the head of my cock entered her cunt. Immediately, Nancy stood and pushed my back, sternly telling me, “No, not yet, we are here for Joan. Joan come and lie on the carpet, we both need to love you.”

Joan complied without hesitation; she lay on the carpet her huge breasts spilling to either side of her chest and opened her legs. Nancy once again took a firm grip of my cock and guided it to the entrance to Joan’s soaking pussy saying, “Now make her feel like the woman she is.”

I pushed into Joan’s warm, wet pussy and fell against her body, holding her tightly, feeling her skin against mine and the sheer pleasure of our bodies reunited after such a long absence. We made love like we were the only ones in the room, totally focused on each other. I could tell Joan was close to orgasm as her hands gripped my arse and pulled my cock deeper into her hungry cunt. I lent back as I pushed my cock into Joan, so I could see this delicious woman reach her climax, her massive breasts sloshed back and forwards with each thrust.

In the meantime, Nancy had removed the rest of her clothes except for her stockings, shoes and the red wool wrap that she had put back on after taking off her shirt and bra. She sat wantonly on the edge of the lounge, her legs splayed on either side of Joan’s head and ran her fingers through the thick grey hair of her pussy, pulling and spreading the lips of her cunt. Her fingers diving deep into herself as she again began to instruct Joan. “Feel the pleasure Joan, feel how hard he is in your tight pussy, just let yourself go, you deserve this.”

I could feel Joan tighten around my shaft and I knew she was moments away from orgasm as Nancy spoke again. “Now hold your breast up and squeeze them together so we can see them.” Without hesitation Joan scooped her tits together and began rhythmically rocking them. “Now let the orgasm come my Dear.” As if on queue, Joan exploded into the throws of a massive orgasm, her body shuddered as waves of pleasure rocked her to the core.

Nancy then moved off the lounge and knelt on either side of Joan’s head, facing me and lowered her pussy to Joan’s mouth as she and I began kissing. I continued to fuck Joan as Nancy and I kissed, running our hands all over each other. I squeezed and massaged her big solid breasts through the soft wool as she rocked ever so slightly on Joan’s eager mouth. Nancy broke the kiss and breathlessly told Joan, “deeper Darling I’m almost there.”

On hearing that, I couldn’t hold back any longer, my second load of cum spurt into Joan’s pussy. Clearly feeling my orgasm Joan pushed against my hips and with both hands pulled Nancy’s hips down onto her face forcing her tongue deeper into Nancy’s pussy. At that moment the three of us shared the most intense physical pleasure. Nancy and I continued to kiss as her orgasm began to overtake her. Joan’s muffled moans continued as she probed Nancy’s pussy with her tongue.

The three of us eventually collapsed into each other’s arms on the carpet our bodies intertwined. I was the first to stir. I stood up and looked down at the two mature women still dozing in post orgasmic bliss. Their large breasts mashed against each other, their aging beauty testimony to the sensuality of maturity. I walked into the kitchen and dialed the airline, canceling my flight home. As I stood in the doorway to the lounge room looking at the two aging Goddesses my cock began to stir.

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My name is Ms. R and I own a hotel named Paradise of Lust, a place where people come to have romantic getaways or to commit the sin of lust. And from me I prefer to commit a sin with some of my guests. Some come here looking for a little bit of an adventure others come here to give there love life a bit of a spark. Whatever the reason is why they come here there is always passion involved in it.

*

I was sitting in the lobby reading the paper the front doors open I glanced over to see who it was and That’s when I saw her walk in. It’s been awhile since I have seen her. She looks at me and walks towards me.

“Hey how you been. It’s been awhile since I have seen you.”

“Yeah it’s been awhile.” I answer to her with a smile on my face.

“Would you like to join me for a drink?” she asked me lightly touching my hand.

I look down at her hand and back into her beautiful eyes. She flashes me a smile.

“I would like that.” I answer her with a smile.

“But first I have to get something from my room.” she says taking me by the hand and leads me to the elevators we are all alone in there she presses the last button and turns to me.

“It’s going to be a few minutes before we reach our floor.” she leans into me and places a soft kiss on my lips.

Without thinking I grab her body and presses it up against mine. I take her into the corner of the elevator and I kiss her and then I move down to her neck. I let my hands explore her body she gives out a low moan. Then the elevator dings as we reach our floor. She looks at me and says “it’s time to take this some where with more space.”

She takes me by the hand again and a couple looks at us as we pass them.

I casino siteleri have a smile on my face and the older lady just gives me a disgusted look as I closed the door. A thick, soft comforter is stretched out on the bed, covering the sheets. The Italian beauty undresses and stretches out on the bed, hair carefully pulled out of the way. I studies her feminine form for a moment, not bothering to conceal her admiration. Long, strong legs moving smoothly up to a black laced thong then my eyes keep moving up to her flat stomach. Her breast were in a matching black laced bra beautiful round tan pillows of love that I couldn’t wait to sink my mouth on to.

“Are you just going to stand there and eat me with your eyes or do you want to come and see how I really taste like?” she said opening her legs.

With a smile I walk toward the bed and begin to massage her foot and slowly moving upward her calf then to her thigh then I rest my head on her stomach and I look into her ask beautiful greenish hazel eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Cause I would have never expected you to do something like this.” she turns me onto my back and sits on top of me.

“Well then you would be surprise at what I can do now.” and with that she kisses me and rest her body on top of mine. I return the kiss and grab her ass as I turn her on to her back.

“But I like to be on top.” I smile and continue to kiss her beautiful lips. She moves her hands down my body and takes my shirt off to reveal my large 42 D breast. I sit her up and I undo her bra I take her sweet breast into my mouth suckling on her tan nipples making them rock hard as she moans in pleasure. I lay her on her back and I start to lower my kisses slot oyna down her flat stomach I kiss her thighs and I remove her black thong. Her lips are glistening with her wetness ,she smells so sweet. I lightly kiss her beautiful lips, my Italian beauty. She gives lets out sweet low moans as I make out with her beautiful lips. She places a hand on my head and pushes herself closer to my lips. I probe her with my tongue and she gives out a louder moan. I lick her sweet clit and I am able to feel her body tremble at my touch. I insert two fingers into her wet lips and I slowly start to work my fingers inside her.

“Oh baby!” she moans. I quicken my fingers inside her and at the same time to start to suck harder on her clit.

I can feel her muscles contract around my fingers and her moans have gotten louder now. I can’t believe I’m going to make this Italian beauty cum all over my mouth. And with in a few minutes of me thinking about she cums all over my mouth I hungrily drink her sweet juices. I move up to meet her other lips that were waiting to be kissed. She kisses me with a great passion and turns me over.

“My turn.” she says with a smile on her face. She undoes my bra and begins to kiss my breast giving each one a lot of attention. A small moan escapes from my lips as she playfully bites on each nipple. She looks up at me and smiles then resumes to play with my breast. She undoes my pants and pulls them off with my underwear. She instantly starts to eat me out as her hands pinch my erect nipples.

I start to moan out loud in pleasure. Her tongue is driving my body crazy making it tremble, she removes her right hand from my breast and I can feel her insert two fingers inside me. Her tongue canlı casino siteleri and fingers become in synced as she makes sweet love to me. My body tightens up as I am close to climax my breathing has quicken and she can tell that I’m closed to exploding. She quickens up her speed and I can not resist anymore and I scream as my whole body quivers with an intoxicating orgasm. She moves up to me and kisses I can taste myself on her sweet lips.

She ends up resting her head on my shoulder running a finger over my breast.

“I have a confessing to tell you. I really didn’t need to get anything from my room I just wanted to see if I could get you into my bed.” she lays looking up at me.

“I kind of figured that when you kissed me in the elevator.” I tell her and give her a kiss on the lips. Our kiss is broken at the sound of my cell phone ringing. I pick my cell up from the floor and answer it.

“Hey.” I answer it. it’s the front desk girl

“Alright I will be there in a few minutes.” I tell her hanging up the phone.

“I have to go back to work but if you would like we can have a drink later.” I tell my Italian beauty .

“Actually I can’t my husband will be here later. I’m sorry.” she tells me

“It’s alright I forgot that you were married and plus why would you come here alone.” I give her a sad smile and I get dressed.

I leave the room and head down the to the main lobby to meet Jen the front desk girl and my friend.

“Hey you! Oh why the long face?” She asks me.

“Out of all the 7 deadly sin I must always commit the sin of lust knowing that in the end nothing good comes out of it.” I tell her.

“Well that’s why you named your hotel Paradise of Lust.” she says putting an arm around me.

“That’s true, I will be in my office if you need anything.” I tell her heading towards my office.

“Oh one of these days I will be your lust Ms. R.” Jen whispers softly to herself.

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Story description: A mother with sexual afflictions continues her journey as her son’s fuck-slut. Donna manipulates two religious twins into accepting an incestuous interpretation of the Bible.

***

First Daddy-Daughter Date

It was early Monday morning when Donna woke Chris with a tickle along with a chuckle.

He batted his eyes at her image coming into focus at the side of the bed.

Donna greeted him with a girlish giggle and then twirled around in her tight-fitted schoolgirl uniform.

Chris said, “Oh my, that looks sexy.”

She replied, “You know this isn’t appropriate work attire. They’re going to question me and perhaps send me home. The skirt’s too short and if I bend just the slightest my bums on display or for that matter, so is my pussy. My boobs are so constrained that they feel like popping out at the front. You can’t seriously expect me to wear this.”

“Oh yeah, you’re wearing it. Apparently, the idea excites you,” he said.

She grinned and timidly nodded her head.

Chris motioned for her to come forward. When she stood with her shins pressed against the bed, he flipped the short skirt upward and stuffed the edge into her waistband.

She immediately arched her bare mound towards him and giggled once more.

He looked up at her face and expressed dismay at her girlish playfulness. He’d never seen his mother so happy. It lightened his mood and compelled him to look down at her pronounced crevasse. He smiled when he observed a tiny stream of moisture trickling down her inner thigh.

He exclaimed, “Your twat’s soaking wet. This turns you on that much?”

She replied, “I’m really horny. Can we fuck?”

After looking at the time on the digital clock, he said, “Yeah, there’s time to bounce on my rod. I admit, seeing you dressed up like a schoolgirl with your hair done up in pigtails is a huge turn on. You look like a teenager my age when you’re dolled up like that. Really hot. Remember, I still want to take pictures before you go.”

“I don’t understand your picture taking obsession. Last night you made me pose naked in lots of inappropriate positions. Don’t get me wrong, I liked it. I felt like a skank spreading for a magazine and it aroused me. I’m just concerned about how you plan to use them. If they got into the wrong hands, well, you know, it wouldn’t be good for us. You seem determined not to tell me.”

“It’s an idea I have. I’m not telling you because it’s a surprise. At least I hope it will be.”

“Hon, taking pictures of me spreading myself with cum bubbling from my crack aren’t the types of pictures you should post to social media if that’s what you have planned. If you’re jerking off to them, that’s perfectly okay. But then again, why would you do that when you have the real thing?”

He pushed her back with a hand and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. After shuffling a few inches to obtain the right position, he waved her forward. Still hard from slumber, his dick stood straight up while it twitched back and forth.

He looked up to meet her eyes and demanded, “What are you?”

She bashfully tilted her head and intentionally broke eye contact. In contradiction with that meek behavior, she eagerly replied, “I’m a fuck-slut, a breeding whore for my son.”

He nodded approval while smiling and then said, “Sit on my cock.”

She straddled him, grabbed the girth of his dick, and then wiggled the head between her inner lips and then popped it into her gash. She trembled while inching downward on the shaft.

“Now ride me like a naive schoolgirl that’s losing her cherry to dad,” he commanded.

She began gliding up and down on her son’s prick while rubbing her clit.

While shuddering from the stimulation, she flatly said, “Step-dad never took my virginity. My step-brother did.”

Chris reached up and pushed her constrained boobs out from the top and clasped them in both hands.

While admiring her knockers, he said, “Mom, it’s roleplay. You told me it get’s you off. Anyway, I’m curious, when was your first time with your step-dad and how did it happen? He strikes me as being a prude. I don’t see him as being open-minded to anything sexual. Can you tell me that story?”

“Is this an attempt to get me sexually frenzied? I really get wild when I reminisce about that day. That’s a lot of talking while we’re fucking. I may lose focus and if I can’t finish, it’s your fault. Although a true, I’ve often used it as a fantasy to get myself off,” she said.

“I’m okay with it. I don’t know that much about the family and now I have an interest. Tell me your story while fucking,” he said.

Donna said, “First, step-dad was never willing to do it. Although half-bred kindred, he wasn’t raised in our traditions and he married into the family due to his kinfolk attraction to my mother. He believes the kindred ways are insane. Yeah, weird, huh, you’d think a 40 something-year-old man would jump at the chance to fuck his 19-year old step-daughter. Nope, he wasn’t like that.”

Chris casino siteleri replied, “Yeah, I can see how he’d be uncomfortable if placed in that position. Still, as consenting adults, a step-father usually jumps at the chance if the step-daughter is willing.”

“Well, the difference is that he raised me. He couldn’t see me as anything other than a real daughter. It took him years to accept the relationship,” she said.

She paused as her thoughts shifted to thinking about that day. Abruptly, she began telling her story.

***

After work, Rick came home and entered through the front door.

His jaw dropped as soon as he realized his 19-year old step-daughter was dancing naked to the tune of disco music around the living room.

Donna gave him a momentary glance and then ignored him by continuing to prance about the room.

He closed the door and stared at his nude wife that was seated on a stool across the room.

In a huff over the obscenity of the exhibition, he strolled past his nude daughter while turning his head, and then made a beeline for his exposed wife.

Yelling into his wife’s ear, he said, “What’s going on? Why is Donna naked?”

Sonya loudly replied, “Remember our family motto? Family helps the family and there’s more to that than it implies. You know Jim’s been gone to college for over a month.”

Rick shook his head and loudly replied, “Yeah, that’s a stupid ass saying that I’ve never understood. What does Jim not being here, have to do with anything? You still haven’t explained Donna.”

She smiled, looked at him impishly, and loudly said, “Oh, I did, but you’re not listening.”

Frustrated, he cast his voice over his shoulder and yelled at Donna, “Cut the freaking music! I can’t understand your mom. It’s ridiculous with you dancing around naked, get some clothes on. You make me uncomfortable!”

Instead of cutting it off, Donna lowered the volume and continued to dance.

With the sound now muted to a level he could hear, he looked sternly at his wife and said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Sonya returned his harsh gaze and said, “With Jim gone, she needs an anchor. All the males are either attached or unavailable. She’s been waiting patiently for you to come home.”

Rick widened his eyes at her statements. Without replying, he cocked his head and quirkily gazed at Sonya to convey befuddlement.

She said, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

He shook his head and said, “I don’t know what you’re suggesting. Are you saying she needs a mate, or she’ll go bonkers like an animal in heat? What about her Uncle Ben? The last time this happened he stepped in. I told you I didn’t want to know the details. I was totally against using him. For that matter, why are you naked?”

Sonya mischievously smiled and said, “Ben’s out hunting as usual and he’s unavailable. Rick, guess where that places you on the list. You’re not stupid. You know exactly what I’m suggesting, but you’re refusing to hear it. You’re the only male available. Also, I’m naked for a reason.”

Rick heatedly replied, “That’s fucking loony, I’m her step-father. I can’t do that, it’s sick. I’m not part of your crazy family and don’t believe in kindred myths. I told you it’s all in your heads.”

“After everything you’ve seen, you still believe that? Your daughter needs you. You’re going to abandon her?” she exclaimed.

He sighed and then said, “You know, I’ve investigated your family history. Although complex and unbelievable, it boils down to an insane ancestor having a desire to copulate with all six of his daughter’s. In his lunacy, he drove them to believe they were afflicted with a wacky condition that made them lusty for their father. It became so rooted in your kinfolk’s psyche that it was passed down from generation to the next. Oh, I believe that you believe it as fact, but it’s all garbage.”

She replied, “We are nymphos.”

Rick laughed at her statement and then said, “Well, that’s true, but the desire for incestuous relations, well, that’s baloney. There’s not an affliction that causes one to desire sex with relatives. It’s something the males in your family have perpetuated to get in your pants. I’ve told you this before, but it’s so ingrained that you refuse to believe it. My attraction to you was pure love, not the kindred lust you keep blabbering about. I don’t know how you settled for me as your husband. Other than our bond of marriage, I’ve never felt the coupling you always rant about.”

Sonya put two hands to her shaking head and said, “Unbelievable, we’ve already had these arguments and you keep rehashing them. It’s because I love you and we’re also bonded as mates. Your half-kindred so you were already kinfolk before we met. We can have relationships outside the family. Not all of us are affected as severely as Donna. She can’t get off with anyone but with kinfolk. It’s a curse for her.”

“Then what makes you think it’s any different if she did it with me. I’m only half-blooded as slot oyna you keep reminding me,” he said.

“Because it works with Jim and he’s your son,” she replied.

He said, “See that’s my point, it’s all in her head. She’s also capable of getting off if she fantasies sex with a blood relative. It boggles my mind that you can’t see it.”

She said, “Rick, please, just drop it. We have a serious problem and you’re the only solution. You must do this for her. At least for a while until Jim returns or I find a replacement. Also, it’ll turn me on if you did it with her.”

He widened his eyes and heatedly said, “You want to get off watching me have sex with your daughter? I know you have sexual kinks, but I never thought you’d go that far. You didn’t get off watching her with Jim, did you?”

Sonya’s skin flushed, and she replied, “Actually, I joined them on occasion. You didn’t need to know. Since you brought it up, I’m telling you. I would explain more, but I’m afraid to break your heart.”

Rick exclaimed, “…and you think it’s a good idea to tell me? As for the second part, I don’t want to know. In a way, I’m not surprised. I’ve become accustomed to your sexual antics.”

She said, “So, you’re okay with it?”

Rick lowered his brow while giving her a stern look and said, “Seriously, you want me to answer that? Ah, I see what you’ve done. You’re intentionally trying to anger me. You want me to give in from spite, so I’d do it to get even with you. You’re a tricky woman.”

After returning his stare with a puzzled look, she suddenly smiled and then said, “Well, I was finally telling you the truth for once. Let’s go with your version. Sure, I was deliberately making you mad. Will you do it?”

Rick shifted his attention to look at his step-daughter while she danced like a strumpet in a strip club. He watched her mascara highlighted eyes fixed on him.

Donna stared at her step-father lustfully while she moved about the room.

Sonya reached out and took his hand. Shaking it to get his attention, she said, “Rick, please do this. She needs her daddy. It’s your duty as a member of the family to serve as her anchor.”

Without turning back to answer, he continued to stare at his step-daughter, and calmly mumbled, “This is silly, using me as a stud to quench her unnatural passion. You made her dance like that on purpose because you knew it would turn me on. How can I live with myself if I committed such a dreadful act?”

Upon judging that Rick had taken the bait, Sonya reached up and began unbuttoning his business shirt.

She said, “Dear, it’s not appalling if she’s willing. It’s consensual. After all, she’s not your real daughter. You’ll have no qualms from me. On the contrary, I desire that you do it.”

Rick turned back to look at his wife and then reached down to unbuckle his dress trousers.

He replied, “I helped raise her. To me, she’s my daughter. It’s a father’s bond and now you’re asking me to change it on a whim.”

Sonya stood up and pulled his tee-shirt over his head.

She said, “The first time is always the hardest. You can’t tell me you haven’t fantasized about her sexually. Every single father has at least one solitary moment where they have immoral thoughts of coupling with their daughters. It’s more common than you know. Of course, for obvious reasons, such men would never admit to it.”

Rick tilted his head to the side and gave her a quirky expression. He then dropped his underwear and trousers to the floor and stepped out of them.

Now completely nude, he said, “I feel so awkward with all of us naked in the same room.”

Sonya smiled and began jerking his rigid dick.

She said, “Hum…for being reluctant you have an obvious boner. It’s clear you’re stimulated by the idea. Ask yourself, why are you already rock hard?”

He refused to answer and remained silent.

Sonya didn’t need him to respond. His muted reply signified he was shamed by that truth.

She released his cock and grasped him by both shoulders. She then forcefully turned him around to face Donna and demanded, “Go to her.”

Both Donna and her step-father locked eyes as she danced in place facing him. Her hips seductively swayed to the beat while her right hand extended out to repeatedly curl a finger to beckoned him onward.

Rick half-heartedly shuffled forward while nervously jittering with each step.

He admitted that he found his step-daughter attractive. As his wife stated, he often sexually fantasized about her, but it was just that, a simple dream used to drive masturbation. He never intended for those obscene thoughts to become reality. Like Sonya had said, no father would ever confess to having impure thoughts about his daughter.

Donna danced forward to meet him and then wrapped him in a hug. Her eyes watered the instant she looked up to meet his stare.

She said, “Thank you, daddy. I know this is difficult for you.”

Although uncomfortable for several reasons, including the fact that his hard cock canlı casino siteleri was pressed up against his stepdaughter, Rick shrugged it off and decided to tightly hug her. Noticing tears forming in her eyes, he gave her a little shake and a broad smile.

He calmly said, “Dear, it’s okay, no worries. I can’t say I’m comfortable doing this, but if you’ve consented then I’ll follow through. In truth, you do arouse me more than I’ll admit.”

Donna felt her step-father’s girthy dick throbbing against her skin. The thought of what he said compared with what she felt caused her to burst with an impromptu giggle.

She said, “Daddy, I can feel that truth. I want you to enjoy it as much as me.”

He said, “This won’t be routine. I’m only agreeing because you’re suffering. I don’t understand your weird condition, but I’ve seen what happens when you’ve gone without. I never envisioned myself being placed in this position. Just one issue, I refuse to ejaculate in you. I’m not impregnating my daughter. I couldn’t live with that.”

Sonya crept up from behind and jingled a condom over his shoulder.

Sonya said, “We already determined what you might say. We prepared for that response.”

Rick snatched the rubber from her hand and turned his head over a shoulder and then replied, “Sonya, you’re a wicked woman and often creepy at times.”

Donna giggled at his rebuke to her mother and then said, “Dad, give it to me and I’ll put it on.”

Snatching it from his hand, she immediately squatted in front of him, but instead of rolling the condom on, she opened her mouth and began giving him a blowjob.

“Oh Jesus, when did she—fuck…she’s good,” he uttered from surprise.

Sonya pressed herself against him from behind and then reached down between his legs with her left hand and began massaging his balls. Her other hand drifted to his chest to tease his right nipple.

He gasped and grunted from the intense pleasure he was receiving from both women.

Reaching down with both hands, Rick placed them on top of Donna’s bobbing head and rowed with her movements.

He groaned and breathily muttered, “Oh, this is ridiculous, both mother and daughter pleasuring the father. You two are unbelievably cruel.”

Sonya stood on the tips of her toes and whispered into his ear, “Hon, I wasn’t planning on watching. This is a family affair and I always intended to join in. Your daughter is an amazing cocksucker, isn’t she?”

He responded with a deep exhalation of air followed by a loud moan.

After three minutes and without warning, Donna pulled away. She rubbed the back of her hand across her mouth to wipe away slobber. She followed that action by shuffling backward and dropping prone onto her back. She then spread her legs and looked up at her step-father like an innocent puppy-dog. After opening her mouth wide, she began wagging her tongue up and down.

Rick stood immobile and confused. He then turned his head to the side and questioned his wife by saying, “What’s she doing?”

Sonya laughed and then replied, “Straddle her shoulders and put your dick in her mouth. She’ll do the rest.”

He said, “What are you going to do?”

Sonya chuckled and said, “What I’ve done multiple times. I’m going to eat my daughter’s pussy.”

With wide-eyes, he turned around to face his wife and loudly exclaimed, “You’re going to do what?”

Sonya smiled and said, “Oh—I neglected to tell you about us. I’ve been intimate with Donna on multiple occasions. Now go, let her keep you hard while I get her lubricated and warmed up.”

Still shocked by that revelation, he stood and simply stared at his wife.

She then pushed him in Donna’s direction to break his dazed demeanor and said, “She’s waiting for you.”

As he moved to straddle his step-daughter, he replied, “What other surprises have you kept from me?”

Sonya went to her knees between Donna’s legs and said, “Hon, I’ve covered it all. Ah, well—

I’ve also had sex with my mother. Yeah, I probably should have told you about that.”

Sliding his dick into Donna’s open mouth, he sighed and then flatly said, “Nothing about you and your crazy family surprises me anymore. Look at me, I’m sticking my cock in my stepdaughter’s mouth. Without realizing it, I’ve been turned into one of you. This is insane, yet here I am doing it.”

Sonya bent down and lingered her mouth above her daughter’s hairy mound and replied, “I told you before we married about our afflictions. Get over it, quit blabbering, and enjoy the experience.”

Sonya pulled her hair from her face and then proceeded to lick her daughter’s pussy.

Donna enjoyed sucking dick since becoming aware of her sexual inclinations. She was trained as a kindred whore since puberty. It was kinfolk tradition to educate both females and males about sex. Although sucking dick wasn’t new, giving head to her step-father was special and it had her tingling all over.

She took great care to make sure he relished the experience, so she worshiped it like no woman had ever done. It didn’t take long before she tasted precum and feared he was getting close to ejaculation.

Donna grasped the base of his prick, crimped it to the side, and then slipped it from her slobby mouth.

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This is a continuation of Janie’s summer in Alaska.

My ball cap was missing. I frantically searched the living room; behind the sofa, on top of the entertainment center, and under the coffee table. My favorite Minnesota hat, gone. Then, as if sensing my worst fear to be true, I glanced over at Reece’s dog bed. There it was, my precious green cap chewed to oblivion and dog drool smeared over the pathetic remains.

“Reece! You are soooo in trouble, Boy! Bad dog! Baaad Dog!” the words boomed from me. Reece just curled onto his back, showing submission. “And I was going to take you on a hike with me today.”

Reece looked at me in a pleading way while I picked up the scraps of green cotton. I loved this hat; it was soft on my bald head. Since I had started going bald a few years ago, I resorted to shaving my head. I didn’t mind it; I looked tough with a big beard and a bald head. But some days I liked to hide my shiny dome with a cap, especially if I was going on a hike in such sunny weather.

“You get to stay home now, all by yourself,” I told him in a harsh tone. Since living alone, talking to the dog is something I have gotten used to. Reece is company on most of my nights, as I only get to town about once a month. I live at and manage a salmon hatchery in remote Alaska. I enjoy the work and being in the wilderness, but the loneliness can get intense. Luckily I enjoy a lot of diverse hobbies: weight-lifting, fly fishing, hunting, archery, making flies, jet skiing and snowmobiling. Ah, but my favorite hobby involves a female; unfortunately I don’t get that chance very often.

I finished packing my daypack: canteen, snacks, map, compass, and gun. You can never be too careful, I thought to myself as I loaded the handgun and switched the safety on. Reece eyed me as I rubbed SPF 30 on my face, ears and neck, and bug repellant on my body.

I told him again, “No, you stay.” I headed out the door without looking into his pleading face. It was hard to say no to him sometimes; chocolate labs just have a way about them. I shut the door behind me and glanced at the label by my door: Rob Linder, Hatchery Manager.

My hike was slow-going at first. The ground was pretty saturated from the recent rains, and stable-looking moss was actually a mud slip-n-slide in disguise. As I increased in altitude, the terrain became rocky and my pace increased significantly. I stopped about 2 hours into the accent to admire a few oligotrophic ponds, their turquoise blue hue was captivating. Luckily the insects were not so bad and the temperature was a cool 68 degrees. I quickly chewed on a protein bar before the next leg of my journey.

It was consoling to be alone; I could mull over some issues in solitude. It was tough to be the manager of such a large facility. My crew had grown to 16 people this summer; thank God they all got along together. My thoughts stuck on one seasonal worker in particular, Janie. She was fun-loving, smart, a bit of a brat sometimes, but always a hard worker. She was pretty too. Voluptuous. I hadn’t seen tits like that in awhile. She was a bit of a flirt too, so sometimes I didn’t know what to make of her. I could tell she had a thing for Neil, one of my aquaculturists. Earlier in the week, Mike and I had confided in each other that we both would jump at the chance to fuck her. Mike was a fisheries technician with three years of experience. Like Neil, he lived at the facility year-round. All three of us were guilty of checking her out when she was unaware of our lustful stares. I was probably too old for her though, as she was 24 and I was almost 35.

I started to get a bit of a boner while I thought about Janie. Her bright pink hair spawned the nick-name Pinky. She was a bit of a liberal rocker girl from California. We had never had a seasonal like her. She loved to fish and wasn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. She played her crazy music too loud, put make-up on before her work shift, and often sunbathed out at the Lake. Her boyfriend back home was lucky; she seemed like a handful in bed.

Janie had come into the gym room a few times to run on the treadmill while I was lifting, but I had not had the confidence to hit on her. She definitely seemed like the type who would fuck around regardless of her boyfriend back home; I guess I was just too much of a gentleman to hit on her.

My pace slowed down considerably as my erection got in the way. I contemplated whacking off right there and coating a tree trunk with goo. Instead, I moved my thoughts from Janie to the two men who seemed to be rivaling for her attention. Neil appeared to be in the running, as he walked her home two nights ago. I know Mike had developed a crush on her; however, he was so damned shy I’m sure she would need to make the first few moves to get anywhere with him.

The hike down the ridge was smoother than expected. My feet were sure and quick, and I didn’t have to look after Reece as I descended into the Valley. The hike had only taken me five hours, but the damage was casino siteleri done; I was really muddy. The smell of pine and dirt was somehow comforting. I decided to stop at the Lake for a rest, and then it was only about another mile down the road to the hatchery.

My heartbeat quickened when I realized Janie was off from work today, and she probably was sunbathing at the Lake. There is a creaky old dock that she likes to spread her towel on. I had stumbled upon her sunbathing a few times since she arrived here a couple of months ago. She hadn’t seen me because I stayed tucked in the shrubs, and she only looked around briefly when I groaned during my masturbatory orgasm. I couldn’t help it; her small white bikini was too easily imagined as transparent.

The trail curved around towards the Lake, and I noticed my semi-erection had returned. I craned my neck to get a view of the dock. There she was; splayed out on a magenta colored beach towel. The sun glowed on her golden-white skin and the bikini struggled to hold in all of her curves. Her hair appeared to be in cotton-candy colored pigtails.

I got comfortable behind a large rock and shrub. I pulled out my mini-binoculars to get a better view of her. She was lying on her back reading a book with her legs bent at the knees and spread slightly. She was wearing dark sunglasses.

I used a wet-nap from my pack to wipe my dirty hands before reaching into my pants. I found my cock easily and wrapped my hand around it. I imagined Janie’s small hand on it instead of mine. I visualized looking down into her bright green eyes surrounded by light-pink strands of hair, her luscious full lips teasing the tip of my cock. In my mind, she freed her large breasts from the tight string bikini, and held them up to me like a prize she had won which she was showing off.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed that she had put her book down. She seemed to be adjusting her swim suit, tucking the curves back into the fabric. I quickly grabbed the binoculars to get a closer look. Indeed, she was running her fingers under the seams of her bikini. Janie lingered for awhile with her hands near her crotch. She glanced around and up towards the road a few times before continuing. It was unmistakable as she reached her hand into the crotch of her suit to stroke her pussy. My mouth let out a small sigh as I increased the friction on my shaft. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing! She arched her back as she moved her left hand all around her large globes. I watched in amazement as she moved the cups of her bikini top to the side and her large pink nipples came into view. They were the same color as her hair!

I should go down there, my mind screamed. But I was nervous. What if she laughed at me or called me a pervert? She’s so pretty and sexy. Now would be the time, she is horny and would clearly appreciate a hard cock. I continued to argue with myself as I watched Janie masturbate. I had just about made up my mind to go down there and “catch her” when I heard her call out in my direction.

“Hey, get down here; I’ve been waiting for you!”

I froze and my blood turned to ice. I glanced around nervously. Was she speaking to me? I said nothing and tried to hide myself completely behind the rock.

“I got my pussy all wet and ready while I was waiting for you!” she called towards me again. She sat up on her arm and looked like a fantastical mermaid calling to me.

I took a breath and just about stood up to reveal myself when I heard the sound of heavy boots walk past me on the trail. Someone was only five feet away from my hiding spot! The figure walked right past me, oblivious to my presence and continued down the trail towards Janie. When he got far enough ahead of me, I recognized him as Neil. A plethora of feelings shot through me, excitement, disappointment, confusion. I wanted to be with Janie, but this scenario was also highly arousing. My erection throbbed in response.

Taking my place behind the rock, I released my cock from the confines of my pants. I watched with growing interest as Neil lumbered down to where Janie sat upon her colorful towel, like a butterfly posing on a flower. He said nothing as he approached her; she stood to welcome him, and brought him into her arms. They kissed deeply and Neil wrapped his arms around her middle.

I watched them through the specs as Neil lowered her to the wooden dock and kissed all around her neck and chest. The bikini top was pushed to the sides already, so her breasts were exposed, but he removed it anyway. Neil climbed on top of her supple body and pushed her magnificent tits together. He sucked on each large nipple in turn, and then pressed them tightly together so he could suck both at the same time. Janie moved her head from side to side with pleasure. I could hear her groan and hiss with ecstasy as Neil ravaged her firm bountiful breasts.

Janie pushed Neil up to his knees and turned around. She stuck her big beautiful butt in my direction, the suit fabric slot oyna straining at her hips. Each mound of ass cheek was perfectly proportioned: round, firm, and lightly tanned. I wanted so badly to reach out and squeeze a cheek, as I watched her through the lenses. I could make out the curve of her pussy mound between her luscious ass cheeks.

Janie shook her rump invitingly as she fished around inside Neil’s board shorts for his cock. I couldn’t see it because her face was blocking the view, but the way she moved her head at his groin told me that she was sucking him off.

I decided to move to a spot with a better vantage point. I held my cock in my hand as I quickly darted for the next shrubbery. Of course they didn’t see me; I probably could have walked right onto the dock before either one became aware they were being watched. I still hid behind some foliage, but was much closer than before and didn’t need to use the specs to see what naughty things they were doing.

Janie’s mouth stretched around Neil’s cock as she hollowed her cheeks to suck him. Neil grabbed onto her pigtails and gently humped his pelvis against her face. I watched in wonder as her tongue came out to dance all around his cockhead and shaft. She seemed to be very experienced at blow jobs; Neil was groaning loudly and there was not a shortage of saliva for lubrication. I love a messy sloppy blow job, so watching Janie attend to my employee was quite arousing. I felt the semen stirring in my balls. God, how I wished she was sucking my cock!

In order to keep my climax at bay, I slowed my strokes. I couldn’t wait for them to start fucking. My mind raced with the possible positions in which Neil would take her; I had to concentrate on my breathing to remain calm. I massaged my thumb over the spongy head of my cock and wiped away a small dollop of clear pre-cum.

My live entertainment continued their display. Neil groaned loudly as Janie’s plump lips devoured his manhood. She took him all the way down to the base; something I have only seen in pornographic films by adult performers. Her profile was stunning: eyes slit under heavy black lashes, a slight flush to her cheek, elegant nose with flared nostrils, and a slacked jaw to accommodate his length. Drool escaped the side of her mouth as she crammed as much of his dick into her mouth as possible. His pubic hair brushed up against her nose and she backed away stifling a gag reflex. She gave him her mega-watt smile.

Janie righted herself but stayed on her knees in front of him, and offered her tits to him. Neil grabbed hold of his rock-hard member and slapped it across her fleshy titties a couple of times. She pulled them apart and let him slide his coral-pink length between her melons. Janie clasped her hands tightly on either side of her breasts and made a deep furrow for Neil to enjoy. Every time he thrust into her chest, she lowered her pretty pink tongue to coat the head of his cock. Her tits were so large; they hid most of his length from view.

I was lazily stroking my smooth shaft and holding my balls in my non-dominant hand, when I heard a rustle in the bushes on the trail above me. I ducked down completely on my knees as footsteps could be heard approaching to the left. Who was going to stumble onto this sex show now, I wondered?

“Starting without me; I should have known!” a voice came from my left.

I dared not look up though, as surely I would be seen. I recognized the voice as belonging to Mike; there was a slight lisp. His opening line really bewildered me. Was all this planned? I suddenly felt like the person in the circle of friends who was not invited to the Super-Bowl party. Like the one on the outside of an inside joke. My cock became slightly flaccid but I continued to watch the scene unfold.

Janie let go of the force on her tits and let them slide away from Neil’s boner. They were coated in moisture and rode high on her chest, pointing straight out at Mike as he approached the lovers. He had a quilt under one arm.

“Hi, cutie!” she called to him. He said nothing, just unbuttoned his fly.

“We said meet at six,” Neil explained, “I was just getting her ready for ya, Mike.” He chuckled and stepped back. Mike’s lips spread wide to reveal a crooked grin.

“I shoulda got here at five, then, huh?”

Mike pulled out his quickly growing hard-on and wiggled it in Janie’s face. She placed one hand on either man’s genitals and stared up into their faces. Both men had goofy expressions of lust and amazement on their mugs. She stroked each penis with expertise, alternating so she was pulling on Neil’s as she was pushing on Mike’s. Then she lowered her mouth first over Mike’s quickly expanding cockhead, and then Neil’s. Her tongue darted out in swift serpentine licks, and she moved the two rods so they were closer together, almost touching. That way she could easily move between the two large pistons pumping at her.

My cock, too, had resumed full salute as I watched my new seasonal work two canlı casino siteleri pieces of cockmeat with sure fingers and a delicate tongue. Once they were both completely hard, Janie alternated sucking each down her throat. As she deep-throated one, her small hand would work over the shaft of the other, jerking, twitching, and massaging. I loved the way her cheek bulged out, full of cockmeat.

Then she did something that surprised me; she pushed both phallus heads together so they were touching at the tip, and sucked them into her mouth at the same time. The act caught me off-guard but curiously aroused me. Neither of the men seemed to mind, and she continued to service them at the same time without batting an eyelash. Janie’s cheeks hollowed as she applied strong suction to their cockheads.

“Fuck, I need some pussy,” Neil complained. “She’s been blowin’ me for damn-near twenty minutes, and I can’t take much more.”

Mike stepped back and grabbed the quilt he had brought with him from the bunkhouse. He spread it on the dock and all three climbed on top of it. Neil sprawled out on his back, his erection poking straight up into the air like a flagpole. He said something to Janie which I didn’t catch, but she smiled and straddled his lap, facing towards me and away from him. She licked her hand and ran it over her sweet cunt lips before clutching Neil’s cock in her fist. Janie lowered her body down when she found the right spot. Both lovers let out an audible sigh of pleasure.

Neil secured Janie by the hips as she flexed her young fresh body over him. She was squatting on her heels and leaning back, so her strawberry pigtails dangled in his face. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her frantically swaying tits. They rocked around on her chest in large circular motions as he fucked her from below. The nipples were erect and cherry-red as they danced atop the hefty globes of flesh.

My hand jerked my shaft quickly on its own accord. More pre-cum pooled at the eye of my cock. I wanted to see their union in close-up, so I reached for the binoculars.

What a sight! The binoculars made it so I was a mere three feet from their connection. Janie’s cunt was truly stunning: shaved for the most part, small strands of curly light-brown pubes just above the slit, and thick meaty outer labia. Her clitoris was ruby red and protruding quite a ways away from her crotch. Her small inner folds gripped him as he drove in and out of her sexy pussy.

Neil grabbed Janie tightly around her waist and pushed himself in to the hilt so I could only see her plump mons resting above his ball sac. She wailed in uneasy delight and reached down to their union as if it hurt. She lowered her body onto her knees and their thrusts were short and urgent. Her succulent tummy blocked my view, but Neil’s balls continued to slap against her silky mound.

Something flesh-colored blocked my view through the binoculars. I moved them away from my eyes and saw Mike, buck naked, standing before Janie. His body completely hid her gorgeous face, but I knew by the way he moved his hips in front of her that she was sucking him off while also being fucked. That realization almost made me cum, but I struggled to hold my composure.

I decided to move to the next cluster of foliage to get a better view. As before, I darted swiftly with my hands over my bare genitals to a closer spot. Now I could see the action more in profile.

Mike’s head relaxed back in pleasure as Janie sucked him casually. His hands came up to stroke her pretty cheek and delicate neck, and then buried his fingers into her loose braids. Mike had an impressive cock, much larger than my own, and I was amazed by how deep Janie could take him down her sweet throat. She mewled and gurgled as he fucked her mouth, only gagging once while she stared up at him through teary eyes. He reached down a wiped a few tears off her porcelain cheek before holding her jaw and neck still so he could hump into her face harder.

After a few more thrusts, Mike embraced Janie under her arms and lifted her into his strong arms. He cuddled her for a second before lowering her to the quilt on her hands and knees. Her body shuddered and shook at the loss of a large object from her vacuuming cunt. She wont be empty for long, I thought, as Mike took position behind her wonderfully golden ass.

With one sure stroke, Mike filled her painfully vacant pussy. She sighed with relief as if she only felt whole with a stuffed cunt. Mike groaned loudly in appreciation.

“Fuck, I love your cunt, Janie!” he exclaimed roughly. He pushed down on her upper back so her face was flat against the quilt and her ass was high in the air. He groped her ass in a frenzy; trying to feel every square inch of her twitching flesh. His fingers buried into her crack to explore her asshole, ran down her lovely muscular legs to her knees, and gripped her hips forcefully as he pounded into her. Janie responded by wailing and moaning like a ghoul out of some cheap horror flick.

Neil had moved around to her anterior, and stroked his own shaft mere inches from her face. She hadn’t noticed, as the desperate fucking she received from Mike kept her eyes shut tightly and her head buried in the blanket.

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Jennifer was starting to consume all of Chris’ thoughts. Was it love? No, he could safely say it wasn’t that. He wasn’t thinking about how nice it was to sit and watch tv with her or go for walks to secluded areas and bare his soul to her. No, that wasn’t on his mind. What was on his mind was her black silk robe hanging open and loose from her shoulders, barely hiding her beautiful tits from view. Thoughts of one of those big soft glorious globes squashed against his face with a mouthful of rock-hard nipple would pop into his head while he was waiting for an interview and cause a wicked little smirk to spread across his face. Her curvy naked body draped across his while she sucked on his cock and he licked her sensitive little clit, his hands planted firmly on each ass cheek to keep her hips from bucking too much. Many times he had to banish those thoughts from his mind or go insane with lust.

It had been about a week since Chris and Jennifer had sixty-nined. After that, finding a private moment or two was next to impossible. Between the two of them looking for work, the occasional interview, and Chris’ mother Courtney being home when they were, the timing was just off. This didn’t mean they didn’t sneak quick feels while the other was walking past in the hallway or goosing each other on the stairs. Chris would grab hold of her and give her a hard tongue-lashing kiss when Courtney left the room, but nothing that would constitute something serious. To them, this was just having fun.

Occasionally Jennifer would flash him when his mother wasn’t looking, sometimes tit, sometimes her perfectly trimmed muff. What worried Jennifer, was his mother catching them. Courtney trusted Jennifer in her home, and she didn’t want to betray that trust, even though she may have already. The fact was, without her she’d be homeless, and that weighed on her conscience. Funny how a young, virile, twenty-two-year-old cock could put a lot of that at ease.

It was a Thursday morning when Chris came down the stairs into the kitchen. He thought he was the only one up, until he saw the sight of a perfectly round female ass bent over in front of an open kitchen cabinet. She was wearing a cheetah print cover up with a slit up each leg. The slight banging of pots as they slid back and forth rang out from the cabinet, almost in perfect time to the shifting of each ass cheek. Red hair piled high in a hasty bun danced about as she looked for something. Chris stood there in a pair of workout shorts and nothing else, his cock immediately jumped to attention as he watched Jennifer’s ass bounce left and right while she searched.

‘Oooh, déjà vu,’ he thought. He quietly stepped closer; his cock pointed forward like a bayoneted rifle. He stopped with the head of his cock just a few inches from her ass. He loved how hypnotic it was, and almost didn’t want it to end, but then that meant he couldn’t do this. Chris leaned forward and slowly speared his cock in-between her ass cheeks. She gasped and stood up quickly. Chris knew her reaction would be to turn around, so he grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her closer to him, which sank his cock deeper in between her cheeks and into her taint.

“Good morning,” he growled in her hear.

“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing, young man!”

Chris’ eyes widened and his heart jumped into his throat. His hands went slack and he jumped back.

“MOM! Oh, my God, Mom!” Chris shouted.

“Are you insane, what the hell was that,” she demanded as she stood before him in her cover up and newly dyed red hair.

“Mom, I’m sorry! I thought… I mean, I didn’t mean to… Oh, my God, I’m so sorry,” Chris said. His hands ran through his hair as he walked around the kitchen in a haphazard pattern and tried to process his mortification.

“What’s going on?” Jennifer said as she came down the stairs in her white terry cloth robe.

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Courtney demanded. “Apparently my son has taken to goosing the first butt he sees in the morning. Even his mother’s!”

Jennifer stood at the base of the stairs, her eyes shifted from Courtney to Chris and back again. She tried to hold back the smile on her face, and the laughter that was erupting from her. A fruitless effort as it came spilling out of her lips in a raspberry and then a full-on belly laugh.

Courtney crossed her arms and glared at her best friend. “It isn’t funny, Jen,” she said.

“Yes… yes, it is,” Jennifer said.

Chris’ face was apple red and found it impossible to say anything. “I… I was…”

Jennifer had to sit down on the steps from her laughter. “You were what, Chris?” She looked at her young boy toy with anticipation at how he was going to explain this away.

“I was, uh… still half asleep and… you looked like someone I was dreaming about… and…”

“Don’t bullshit me, young man. Do I look stupid to you?”

“What?” Chris asked.

“I know what’s going on here,” Courtney said.

“You do?” Chris asked.

“You do?” Jennifer followed.

“Yes, he’s casino siteleri twenty-two, good looking, and in his prime,” she said as she stepped forward. “It’s been going on for a while, too. Hasn’t it?” She interrogated him.

“Umm… well… not a while…” Chris was hoping she wasn’t referring to what he thought she was.

Jennifer slowly stood up; her mouth open like she was going to say something.

Her eyes looked like they were about to fall out of her head.

“You had a girl over here last night, didn’t you?” Courtney demanded.

Chris deflated a little and then tried to play it off like he was caught. “Y… Yeah,” he said.

“Is it serious?” she continued to interrogate him.

“Well… it’s… umm…,” Chris nodded.

Courtney sighed and stepped closer to Chris. “Never mind, it probably isn’t.

Look, I get it. You’re a young man, and there’s a lot of pretty girls out there. But I don’t want my house used like a college dorm. Keep it under control, at least until you move out,” she said.

“I will, mom,” he said.

Jennifer sat down at the kitchen dinette set and sighed a silent sigh of relief.

“You’re being safe, too, aren’t you?” Courtney asked.

“Absolutely, mom. You don’t have to worry,” he said.

“Good, cause there’s no way I’m ready to be a grandmother, yet. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I suddenly feel like I need to shower,” Courtney said as she walked to her bedroom.

As his mom closed her bedroom door Chris leaned over the kitchen counter and held his face in his hands. “Oh my God, that was way too close.”

“Yeah, it was. What the hell were you thinking,” Jennifer said in a harsh whisper.

“I thought she was you. I mean I saw a round bent over ass, the cheetah print dress, and red hair, what was I supposed to think,” he said.

Jennifer closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “She dyed her hair last night, and I let her borrow the cover up, it looked good on her. Apparently, you thought so, too.”

“Stop that, that’s gross. She’s my mother,” Chris said.

“Take it easy, Oedipus, I’m not saying you should follow her into the shower and bang the shit out of her, but she’s a good looking woman and I can guarantee there was a part of her that was flattered when a twenty-two year old stud walked up behind her and the only thought in his head was to bend her over and fuck her. Of course, all of that died when she found out it was her son,” Jennifer said.

Chris just shuddered.

“In the meantime, she knows something’s up. Not between us, but she knows something’s going on,” she said and glanced in the direction of Courtney’s bedroom door. “So, we may want to take it easy for a little while.”

“You’re right. It sucks, but you’re right. We don’t need to get caught in a compromising position,” he agreed reluctantly.

Jennifer looked at him and smirked at his disappointment. “Aww, don’t be sad. It’ll just be a little while,” she said as she sauntered over to him. Chris instinctively stood up to face her and she draped her arms around his neck. “And I just realized that I never gave you my cell phone number,” she said.

Chris looked at her quizzically. “What does that have to do… OH!”

Jennifer nodded. She dug into her robe pocket and pulled out her phone, tapped in her code and the screen opened to the desktop. “I’m waiting,” she cooed.

Chris rattled off his number and she typed it into her contacts. “Now, if I remember, you said you wanted to get an early start on looking for a job, right?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Then get moving. It’ll be the perfect excuse for me to do the same,” she said. She stood up on her tip toes and planted a long lingering kiss on his lips than stepped away to make herself a cup of coffee.

Chris climbed the stairs and made his way to his bedroom. As he opened the door, he heard his phone ding as it received a text message. When he looked at the screen all he saw was a number listed, no name. It had to be Jennifer, confirming his number. He tapped on the screen and the message opened. Chris almost dropped the phone when he saw the message and the attached picture. Jennifer must have used the timer on her camera, because the sight he was greeted with was her standing in the kitchen, her robe held open by her hands on her hips. The only other things she had on were her white high heeled sandals and a big smile. A perfect image of her gloriously nude mature body, her huge DDD tits perched proudly on her chest, and her pretty little pussy crowned by a perfectly trimmed tuft of red pussy hair. The message below it read, ‘A little something to keep the fires stoked until later.’ Chris was immediately rock hard and raced off to the shower.

* * * * *

Days had gone by and both Chris and Jennifer had kept their word to simmer things down. This hadn’t been easy for either of them. Chris would see her swimming out in the pool in one of her sexy bikinis or sitting in front of the computer job hunting in a pair of yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt that slot oyna hung off her shoulder… sans a bra. How he wanted to grab hold of her, pin her against the wall, and show her what her natural sexiness did to him.

Jennifer seemed to be bearing it much better than Chris, at least on the outside. One night she’d seen him cooking dinner in the kitchen in a pair of jeans and a black guinea-t, and it made her stop in her tracks. Her eyes glued to the muscles that rippled along his arms as he flipped the ingredients in a cast iron skillet with one hand. One day he was leaving the house in a jacket and tie. When he stopped to ask his mom and Jennifer how he looked, it took every bit of self-control the redhead possessed not to grab him by that tie and lead him upstairs to have her way with him. She loved a man that cleaned up well, and the cologne he wore was the icing on the cake. ‘God, he smells so good,’ she thought. What almost sent her over the edge was the day she spied on him in the garage and watched him lift a heavy crate up over his head to put on a shelf. He was bare chested and the V of his torso as well as his muscular arms and chest almost instantly made her pussy tingle and moisten.

‘Oh, God, I can’t take much more of this,’ she thought.

This had started as a bit of fun between her and this primal young man she shared the same house with. She hadn’t really been physical with her ex-husband in the last few years of their marriage. During their college days and when they first got married it was like they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. She loved that feeling of being wanted, physically and emotionally. Being a very physically affectionate woman, Jennifer craved that attention from a man. She also wasn’t shy about returning it. She loved touching and caressing the man she was attracted to, wrapping her arms around his torso and laying her head against his hard chest. That feeling of safety when he’d step up behind her and wrap her up in a pair of big strong arms. Chris reminded her how much she missed being physically affectionate. She had to hold herself in check around him, for fear of giving him too much of a green light. She knew she was acting a bit slutty with him, alright really slutty, but it had always been at a time of her choosing. She had to keep the control for fear of this young man letting his libido get the better of him and Courtney finding out what was going on.

Even before her world came crashing down, she knew about the affair her husband was having. Even then she wouldn’t dare betray the vow she took when her ex’s eyes fell on her less and less. She couldn’t explain it to anyone who might ask. A piece of her wished she had, but that wasn’t the kind of person she was. Now here was this twenty-two-year-old, she hesitated to call him a kid, but she supposed that’s what he was compared to her, and he just couldn’t get enough of her. He loved how she looked, how her body felt, her attitude, how she teased him. He was so hot to fuck her, to give her that physical affection and attention she craved. He made her feel alive and beautiful. She couldn’t wait much longer, she wanted him and she hoped he wanted her just as much.

Another two weeks had passed and Jennifer still hadn’t found a job. She was beginning to feel discouraged and depressed. No skills, no experience, she felt like she had nothing to offer. She even drove past her old strip club, the Honey Hole, to see what it looked like. She didn’t stop but a twinge of shame darkened her mood further at considering going back to it. ‘Like they’d even hire a worn-out middle-aged woman like me,’ she thought.

When Chris would joke and try to play with her, she’d brighten up a little bit, but it didn’t last. Jennifer was starting to feel like a failure and a burden to her dear friend, Courtney. Sometimes at night she’d cry herself to sleep when she’d imagine what her life had become, and her unknown future frightened her.

One late Thursday afternoon Courtney and Jennifer were sitting in the living room chatting. Courtney was trying to give Jennifer some ideas on where else to look for work when Chris burst through the front door. His excitement and joy radiated out of him like beams of sunlight.

“Mom! Mom! Jennifer!” he shouted.

Both women ran into the foyer. “Chris? What’s wrong? Is everything alright?” Courtney asked, her face masked in concern.

“Better than alright,” he said. His whole face was alit with exuberance. “I got a job!” Chris threw his fists up in the air in triumph like he’d just won a title fight.

Both women cheered. Courtney threw her arms around her son’s neck. The two of them jumped and cheered while they still embraced each other.

“Well, don’t keep us in suspense, where is it?” his mother asked. “What restaurant are you working at?”

“It’s at High Tide up in Sea Bright,” he began to explain. “It’s a seafood restaurant a block away from the beach. One of their line cooks quit. The owners and the head chef had me cook three different menu items for them. After they tasted canlı casino siteleri them, they said I was perfect. I start a week from Monday,” he said.

“That’s fantastic,” Courtney said. “We have to celebrate.”

Jennifer stood just off to the side watching the exchange between mother and son. She pasted a smile on her face, but there was nothing genuine behind it. She was happy for Chris; he’d really put in the time and effort and found a job. The beginning to a career, really. But Jennifer couldn’t help but feel jealous, even a little angry that he had found a job and she still couldn’t.

“Oh! Wait! I’m leaving tomorrow,” Courtney said. “I have to be in San Diego to meet with a new client the company is taking on.” Chris deflated a little. “But we can celebrate as soon as I get back.”

“Definitely,” Chris said.

“Hey, we can at least open a bottle of wine and toast your success,” Courtney said. She took him by the hand and lead him into the kitchen.

Jennifer followed. Chris’ excitement was still there, but she could see it had been dialed down a bit. She bit her lower lip and smiled a bit, than felt ashamed of herself at feeling some satisfaction that his triumph had to be postponed. ‘You’re an awful person, Jen,’ she thought. He was young, just out of school, optimistic about his future, and hungry to put the world in a headlock and show it what he was made of. She wished she could have that chance again, instead of relying on someone else, a man who promised to take care of her, only to end up lying to her and destroying their lives in the process. She took a deep breath and pasted on another smile; she couldn’t let Chris see a sour look on her face when he was so high on his success.

* * * * *

Chris carried his mother’s suitcase and carry-on out to the waiting Uber. Courtney was wearing a pair of jeans and her Rutgers University sweatshirt over her Minnie Mouse t-shirt. Her dyed red hair was pulled back in a pony tail with her sunglasses perched on top of her head. She liked to fly comfortable.

“The timing of this sucks,” she said as she watched Chris hand the bags to the driver.

“It’s alright, mom. It’s not like you’re leaving to move across the country,” he said as he walked over to Courtney and took her hands in his. “You’ll be back by the end of the week and we can go out to dinner than. Besides, I have to go in to get paperwork filled out, set up my direct deposit, and make sure all my knives are sharpened and my chef’s jackets are presentable. Some of them need a good dry cleaning, I’m sure. Don’t want to look like I just stepped out of a greasy spoon when I show up for my first day,” Chris said.

Courtney smiled at how understanding he was. “I’m so proud of you.” She looked over her shoulder at Jennifer standing on the front porch. “You’ll help him out if he needs anything, right Jen?”

She smiled. “He’s a grown man, Courtney. He landed this job on his own, he’ll be fine. Besides, I’m the one who should be going to him for help. Maybe he can show me what I’m doing wrong,” Jennifer said. Courtney turned back to her son and nodded.

Courtney threw her arms around her son’s neck and hugged him tightly. “At least I’ll be back to see you leave for your first day.”

“Love you, mom, and have a safe flight.” Chris let her go and opened the car door for her. She kissed him on the cheek and climbed into the back seat. The car pulled off as Chris stepped backwards and waved good-bye. He stepped up onto the porch next to Jennifer and looked down at her. Her thick red hair hung around her shoulders. She had only run a hairbrush through it earlier, but it still looked like something that would make a runway model jealous. She had her arms crossed over her chest and it made her breasts push up through the V of her white t-shirt. Chris’ eyes instinctively scanned down to them than back up to her face.

Jennifer closed her eyes and shook her head with a small smile. “Men,” she said.

“We are what we are,” Chris said. He started to reach for her but was quickly shot down when Jennifer turned on her heel and made for the door.

“Well, I have to get dressed and get to a job interview,” she said.

“A job interview?” Chris said with surprise.

“Yeah. An old friend of your mom and mine reached out to me. Apparently, word travels fast on social media when the rich bitch gets divorced and loses everything,” Jennifer said with an acidy tone. “Anyway, she’s friends with a plastic surgeon who’s part owner of a practice. Told me to email him my resume and they called a couple days ago.”

“Apparently she doesn’t think you’re that much of a bitch if she’s willing to hook you up with a job,” Chris said. His own success at finding a job made him look at the silver lining of the situation.

“Job interview. I don’t have it, yet. It’s just an interview,” she corrected.

“Nevertheless, it’s a start. What’s it for?”

“Office receptionist,” Her level of excitement left a little something to be desired. It had been close to two months of rejection after rejection in her search to find some kind of gainful employment. Her prospects were becoming dimmer and dimmer and she wondered if she would ever find a way to get on her feet and make her own way.

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Joshing with the Jock

Johnny snorted as he sat at the bar, his usual haunt that was far enough out of his own town that he knew that he wouldn’t be recognised by anyone that knew him — or no one that mattered, at least. It was nothing unusual, of course, to have a jock who was in the closet, but he wanted his scholarship to go through right to the end of college, riding it out as he worked his sexy bull ass off in his schooling side. He probably wasn’t the typical sort of jock that one could find at college and that was shown in the secret side of his life that he wasn’t quite ready to spill to the world, his blue-grey and white hide hiding all that he wished to show.

Maybe one day. Grunting, Johnny snorted into his beer, glugging it down as if he was trying to wash something away. Yes, he was gay and that sort of thing didn’t fly out in public for a jock not unless he wanted his fucking ass kicked on the football field. It wasn’t how things should have been but, alas, it was how things were and there was nothing immediate that he could do about that, trying to find his way through life regardless of it. His sexuality and time to flourish there would come, he was sure, and then all those sods that mocked those who simply preferred males would get their comeuppance in the end.

Still, he needed to get his needs met and that meant taking his ass out to the bar from time to time, seeing what tail he could pick up. Most went for him as a top, which was all well enough and who wasn’t going to want to get their tail up under another guy’s tail when it was offered? There was another inkling of what he wanted but, still struggling with who he was, it was simply easier to work and push through the noise, topping where desired and simply getting his rocks off like that.

That was…until he met Kevron. The feline had a rough and rugged air to him, a black cat rippling with so much muscle that his T-shirts surely had to be custom made just so that he didn’t bust his way out of them. Grossly overdone in the best of ways, a ruff of black fur around his neck rendered him something of a lion in that regard but, well, he wasn’t so worried there about how he identified. Kevron was who he was and all the feline cared about in that case was what he could take for himself and use his body for.

“Hey,” he rumbled, seating himself next to Johnny. “Not seen you here before. That should be fixed. Immediately.”

The bull cocked an eyebrow, beer in paw. Damn, the big cat didn’t have to say much to get his point across, didn’t he? It was impressive…in a way that made his guts squirm.

“No…” He grunted in turn, eyes sliding down, as submissively as he ever could have liked. “Can’t say I’ve seen you either.”

It was an unspoken agreement, an understanding of sorts, but the feline’s paws had swept over his body in such a commanding way that, well, Johnny had been lost to the stud cat right from the very beginning. As in so many other ways, resistance truly was futile as they drank and laughed and bellowed out their amusement over shared topics, the bond made in the trinity of drinking.

It went without reason that he’d been taken back to Kevron’s place after all that, quivering with excitement, seeing something else in the cat that he had not yet found in anyone else at the bar, but finding another guy there, a lion with a thick, blue mane, had been a surprise enough.

Did he dare? Oh, he did, letting Kevron and Keinok (the lion) bear him down onto the bed, screwing him senseless. The night had been a drunken blur of lust and passion in the very best of ways but had left him wanting to know more, to do more, to feel more — to actually remember every last little thing in such detail that he could not help himself from replaying everything over and over again. He remembered, vaguely, swirling his tongue around the lion’s shaft, drawing him sweetly into his mouth, his fat, bull tongue being put to work. He could have used a bit more lube from how his tail hole, fortunately and unfortunately, hurt the next day.

He’d do it all again though and wanted it too, the clarity of such memories eluding him when he wanted to call it back the most. Though, despite everything, it had been a time before he’d been able to get his tail back to the bar again to see about actually getting Kevron’s number, the feline barely saying a couple of words to him even though the meaning of their tryst could not be alluded to. There were hot, sweaty nights in their future together, though the faintness of his recollections, even how he had been spit-roasted between the two of them, left him craving more, wanting all of that in stark, raucous definition.

The problem casino siteleri was that once he’d had a taste of the sexy duo, he just hadn’t been able to get enough of them. However, the second time he turned up on their doorstep, the bull was more nervous than ever, his tail hole clenching down in anticipation and nerves, although not even Johnny could have told which one was more dominant in his mind.

Keep it cool, he told himself, even as they led him inside, casual and charming, a pair of studs that knew how to work what they’d got. They know what they’re doing.

And, oh, how they did, Keinok smirking and taking charge, taking the bull, quite literally, by the horns. His masculine paw closed around Johnny’s horn and tipped him to the side, grinning as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, commanding the situation as easily as he would order a drink in the very bar that he had first found the cute little stud of a bull in.

“Mmm… Bull meat,” he rasped teasingly, running his tongue across his lips. “Didn’t think you’d be back here for more of this so soon.”

With his free paw, he gripped his cock crudely through his jeans but there was nothing sneering about the action or his attitude, playfulness twinkling in the backs of his eyes. Johnny gulped, hard, a lump travelling down his throat like a mouthful of cum.

“Mm…” He grunted, eyes slipping away, not quite knowing what to do when he was sober. “Er…”

“Shush now,” Keinok chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I’ve got the stuff here to bring you out of your shell, little stud, don’t you worry one bit about that.”

A corrections officer, even though Johnny didn’t need to know that, Keinok most certainly knew how to handle a little stud like Johnny, hauling him into the bedroom without even seeming to use up any effort. Precision was what he went for over brute strength but there was no doubt in his mind at all that Kevron would not bring that into play with coarse amounts of driving daringness, challenging the very limits of what Johnny, at that time, thought that he could manage.

And Johnny was barely a single cloven hoof into the bedroom before Kevron lunged for him, snarling and peeling his lips back from his teeth. The flash of white was brief as he nipped and caught Johnny’s shoulder in a bite, slamming him down into the bed in a tackle that took Johnny’s breath away. He may have said something but it was the bossy shove into place that rocked Johnny to his core, tearing him from his past reality, luxurious lust coursing through with each rabid pound of his heart.

Did he fight back? Did he use his strength against the even larger feline? Oh, but he could not, whimpering as he was borne down, his jeans yanked down. Revealing his jockstrap was just to be expected but Kevron snarled as he used his weight against Johnny, revealing just how much power was left behind that raging mass of muscle and testosterone. Although he’d been the one to introduce himself to Johnny initially and bring the prime slut-boi back for Keinok to enjoy too, he was still a cat of few words, choosing them all with forceful deliberateness.

“Get down… Such a slut for cock, aren’t you?”

Grinding and huffing, Kevron’s cock swelled against that muscled backside, the rise of it irresistible even to him, a cat who had it all, everything and anything he wanted. And he’d have the slut just where he wanted him to be too, exactly where he wanted him. There was simply no other choice in the matter.

Johnny’s head spun as he was pinned, bellowing in such a way that he could not possibly seem dominant in such a moment, grinding and trying to find something to bear back against. Yet Kevron ensured that he didn’t have anything to brace on, ripping off his jocks violently and stuffing them into the bull’s mouth, letting him inhale his own musk and reek, masculine and yet…reducing him to less than such as he was forced to take in his own scent.

Johnny moaned, not holding back as he let the feline handle him like he was nothing more than sex doll, a stripped-down Keinok appearing before him with a ring between his paws and some lengths of leather.

“Open wide,” he purred, not needing to use his muscle to heave the jock into place. “Get that cock-sucking mouth open for me, just like you want it.”

Johnny could have held back but he wasn’t about to worry there that someone was going to tell all of his dirty little gay secrets, even though they weren’t dirty truly at all but just one guy having his fun with other guys. Like the little bull he was swiftly becoming (just for them, helping him explore his sexuality even if they were not quite aware of the depth of it all), he opened wide, even blushing and pushing his tongue out over his bottom lip, gleaming with saliva.

Keinok smirked, cocking an eyebrow. Very nice…

“Yeah, that’s better,” he growled, eyes alight with lust. “Can’t have you getting away from us now, can we?”

He toyed with Johnny as a lion would with the wildebeest, slot oyna his hapless prey no longer able to escape. Not that the innocent Johnny would have ever have wanted to get away, his ropey tail pushed up, a paw connecting with his bare buttocks. Jumping, Johnny grunted around the musky, still-sweaty jockstrap in his mouth, unsure of what to do, working it over his tongue as he managed, for then at least, to push it out through the ring of the gag. It was a distraction but one that he most certainly didn’t want to choke on as Keinok condescendingly patted his head, not helping him in the slightest while Kevron surveyed the tight buttocks that were the focus of his attention. Did the bull stud have even a fucking ounce of spare fat on him?

Christ!

“Don’t squirm…” He growled, eyes narrowing. “You’re right where I want you…”

Snarling, Kevron peeled back his lips from his teeth, spat out a curse and smeared his seed over that fresh paw print, rising up through the bull’s thick coat of hair, slapping him about like a piece of meat even as the bull’s cock ached and throbbed. He drooled pre-cum in a small yet noticeable stream, the musk of him rising through with a throb of desire that not even the bovine could deny.

“Fucking little slut…”

Yes… Johnny’s eyes rolled back, losing sense of his place and time in the membrane of reality, his anal ring closing down but not because he wanted to keep anyone out but wanted someone, a thick, meaty length of dick, driven up inside him. He needed to pull it into him, whimpering and whining, but Keinok shoved what was quickly revealed to be a ring gag, holding his mouth open for their pleasure while the lion’s shaft swelled slowly but steadily.

Moaning, the bull couldn’t take his eyes off it, watching it as the other feline stripped down behind him, the brush of cloth rustling over thicker fur audible even to him. But he could not help himself from clenching down against the slap of that huge paw, covering such a large portion of his ass that he would have swooned if he’d been in such a position too. Johnny could not have said whether he liked spanking or not but it awakened something in him as he howled, grinding and bucking, the sharp flare of pain not even registering in terms of his arousal. Strictly, it should have made blood rush to other parts of his anatomy and away from his cock but he wanted it all the more, drooling through the gag, his eyes fixed on the shaft before him that he could see, suddenly, in shockingly delightful definition.

Yes, that was what he’d wanted — not the clouding of alcohol pouring through him, fuzzing up the edges of his mind, but the sharpness of it all. He wanted to growl and grunt and feel every last little thing they had for him, not dull it all down and wonder if he’d really lusted so much for them the next day. So much so that he did not mind at all as the lion took a spreader bar and locked it between his legs, the leather cuffs easily tightening around his ankles, keeping them apart right where the two studs wanted him to be. Johnny whined, eyes plaintive, but there was another light bondage to be had as the corrections officer smirked and produced a pair of standard handcuffs to take his paws in hand too.

Johnny groaned, passed between the two of them, claws taking care of shredding his casual shirt too, the buttons popping off as the lion took care of them. Keinok revealed every last inch of delectable bull-flesh that he’d wanted for himself since last time, lips quirking as if he was imagining having a cigar (or maybe even something else) lodged between them. Maybe that could come later though, when he was balls-deep in the whore, testing out if he really could take as much dick as he remembered.

The lion grinned. Yes… There was much he could do and he’d left his cock on show while his balls were still tucked back behind his jock, waiting until Kevron pushed over the bull’s back. Johnny snorted anxiously but there was no stopping that lubed-up cock from finding its target in a willing submissive’s rump, teasing entry so sweetly than one could have been forgiven for thinking that the cat operated with any sense of finesse. Snarling viciously, his eyes gleamed with predatory glee, grinding in as Johnny was forcibly yet carefully penetrated, forced to feel every last inch of that cock as it burrowed up deeper and deeper inside him, placing the bull into acting the part of a passive player where he should very much have been active.

Johnny’s mouth opened and closed, eyes glassy. Words would not come, pleasure screaming through him, the pain of the stretch barely noticeable. It was not his first time but it was still something that he had to bear through, relaxing the best he could, although the cock before his muzzle…mm… Like the hot searing through of his rump, that was at least something to focus on right then and there, trying to yank his tail up even further for the breeding rod grinding into him.

Oh… Oh, he wanted it and, still, he didn’t canlı casino siteleri know how to ask for it. Maybe that was just why they’d gagged him, although he could not help but notice that the gag was perfectly shaped and sized for a cock to slide into his mouth still, the musk of Keinok’s jock rising up, drawing him in. And yet he was forced to stay right where he was, the lion’s paws supporting his shoulders so that he could not fold too far forward, although a pillow or something would soon have to be shoved under his chest just so that his mouth could be made the best use of.

Smirking, Keinok drew him in, crooking his finger into the gag as he played the pad across the bitch’s tongue, letting him swipe it lustfully up against the singular digit.

“Get your nose in there, bull, feel what a real stud is like…”

Johnny shivered as his nose was pressed into that musky jockstrap cradling the lion’s balls, though Keinok was keener on freeing them completely — in due time of course. His orbs churned with the need to orgasm and he whimpered softly, yet that was not to be for him, not quite yet, lust rising through, a pulsating need that came like the throb of climax itself. Keinok let him sniff and grunt into his sweaty jock, even pinging it off his nose, laughing at the bull’s reaction, juddering back with a wide-eyed snort — though that could have just been Kevron grinding into his ass with particular depth and need.

For the bull could not possibly forget who was behind him right then and there, the cat growling and powering in, overcome with the breeding lust that a stud truly embodied. That was just why Johnny was right to be driven down under him, his tight hole strained around his shaft, twitching and pulling. Damn… Was the slut really trying to drag him in? His eyes locked with Keinok’s in a glitter of a smirk, though it was hard, truly, not to grin at all while ploughing such a willing submissive slut. It was only then that Keinok tipped his cock down into Johnny’s muzzle, driving deep and forcing him to test out just how well he could pull back his gag reflex, hold it down for the ultimate pleasure.

And he had to, eyes streaming as he hacked, chest convulsing, a pillow under his chest to support him, though he could not have said just when it had been pushed under there. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered but the cock in his mouth, drooling thickly over his tongue, the flexible appendage trying to curl and flutter up against it, sweeping around the fat rod. God… To have a cock in his mouth again… Could there have been anything better? It had been so long and, oh, that experience so long ago without the blurring influence of alcohol had not satisfied him like Keinok’s dick did, swallowing it down.

Yes, swallowing… All he had to do was to swallow and swallow, gulp around him, lust for him, the grinding force of the lion’s cock teasing deeper, thrusting and claiming. The two of them did not thrust in unison, just rocking Johnny between them exactly as he pleased, Kevron hissing and lashing his tail, ears slipping back to his skull. Harder, yes, there was only harder when it came to the rocking drive of his lust, grinding in, forcing Johnny’s anal ring to spread around him, the thicker base of his cock. Each and every thrust slapped his balls up against Johnny’s, the bull grunting around the cock in his mouth, every muscle in his body tight and tense, striving for his own release. Oh, for a paw on his cock… But maybe that was the nuance of submitting that he was yet to learn, the art of cumming without even using his paws, giving up everything he was for the ardent domination of studs who actually knew how to use a tight little bitch just like him.

Could he be that bitch? Did he want to be a slutty boi just to please them? It was all that he had never had the chance to consider before, always being the one that topped, and yet the studs there were finally able to open up that door to him, however tentatively the charm of it came through.

“Give in to it,” Keinok huffed, rasping out his advice. “You know you want to try…to see just how far you can go…”

That was true, so very true, but Kevron grinding into his tail hole, so needy and tight, so very slutty, was more than enough to take his mind off and away to another place. Kevron grunted like a true breeding stud, though he only had any inclination to take a tail hole as something to be filled. Fuck the ladies… He had better things to screw in his inclinations and tastes!

The feline snarled, lips pulling back, showing off, relishing in his power. There was no sense between him and Keinok that they had to go more gently, work Johnny up into a frenzy, as the bull was already moaning as much as he could around the other cat’s cock, begging them for more, if ever he could. Sometimes, one didn’t need words to say that they needed more, could take more, as he was spit-roasted between them, slavering and drooling, unable to help the humiliation of saliva slopping from his lips. But no one cared about something like that as Kevron grunted, hammering in, taking advantage of his tail hole softening and loosening up, each driving stroke giving him another flush of red-hot pleasure.

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When Becca got down to the main office, Connor was just seeing the last customers out of the bank, so she quickly ran down the stairs to the vault to make sure that she could position everything the way she wanted it. Her move she knew would come when they were preparing the night safes. She positioned the two chairs, that they would use whilst making up the boxes, so that they faced each other and she made sure that she sat with the light facing her so that nothing was in shadow. Then she waited.

Connor clattered down the stairs like he was on a promise, he wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible and join the boys for a drink. It was Friday and that in his book was party time! He saw that Becca was already seated and ready to help so he went to the night safes and started pulling them out. Crouching down as he was, when he swung round each time to hand the box to Becca, he was confronted and confounded by those lovely legs, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Just gotta get through this,” he thought to himself. “Hold your resolve.”

As those words reverberated through the many channels of his mind, they were suddenly blown to the four winds. He had just started to say, “well Becca V, what are your plans for toni…” when right in front of him Becca swivelled in her chair to put one of the boxes behind her, and in doing so parted her delicious thighs sufficiently enough for him to be able to see right up her skirt. The light casino siteleri in the little room had almost been placed there perfectly for everything to be visible to him. He could see that her black pubic hair had been shaped into a heart and was neatly trimmed. He could even see the petals of her lips that in this light appeared to be glistening as if wet.

Immediately his cock sprang into full erection, throbbing in urgency. He could feel that his state of arousal had simply begun where it had left off from earlier. He knew that a mere touch on his cock now, and he would explode.

Becca had turned back; she could see that Connor was encapsulated by her pussy. He was now hers, her plaything, and her tool, to use however she wanted. She looked at the front of his trousers and knew that she could not leave here without getting a hand on what lay beneath.

She stood, removing the view from Connor, but still he stared at her pubic mound as if he could see through her skirt. “I’m just going to get started on the safes,” she said. Connor did not respond. “Connor…CONNOR!” He looked up at her, his face was flushed and he seemed awkward and shy all of a sudden. “I’m just going to start on the safes, come and find me when you are done.”

“Urgh sure,” he croaked. “I’ll be right there Becca V.”

She shivered as he mentioned her pet name again, why; why did it have that effect on her? Or was it just his deep voice, could he say anything slot oyna to her at this moment and make her insides drip with juices? She walked quickly across to the table which was push up against the iron railings. She grabbed the cable ties from her bag tying first her right leg to the table then the left, then as she had earlier upstairs; she lay across the table with her pert arse presented for Connor to see when he entered through the doorway. Lifting her skirt to lay across her back she put her hands through the railings and slipped the cable tie over them, pulling it tight with her teeth. She knew that given an excuse, or enough time to think about this she would probably back out.

This was not like her at all, throwing herself at a man. But God she needed this one. Besides, with the final click of the cable tie, there was no way of getting out of this now. Her hands and legs were fully secured. “God what if he just went and left me here, who would find me in the morning?”

That thought disappeared when she heard the gasp and Connor’s footsteps approaching her from the doorway. “God, oh God I need him,” her brain screamed, “I need to feel his hands caressing me, his hot lips upon me and his stiff cock inside me. I just hope he wants me too?”

“Becca V, what’s going on?” he said without his usual air of nonchalance.

Becca could feel her pussy contract as he spoke and some of her now copious juice trickled down her leg to the stocking canlı casino siteleri top. She had never been this wet before! “I saw you taking photos of me when I was with Mrs Christian. I saw the bulge in your pants; I saw that you couldn’t take your eyes off of my tits. Well now I’m all yours. And the first thing you will do is take more pictures of me tied up like this; then I want you to fuck me, hard!”

She had never before used such language, certainly not to a man, but then she had never tied herself down in front of one, knickerless, either! Becca V was about to apologise when she felt Connor move nearer. She tried to look behind her but realised she had truly done a good job trussing herself up. It was impossible.

Connor looked at the vision before him. His friend, the girl he had been lusting after since the very day she started at the bank; his Becca V, was now spread-eagled across a table before him, commanding him to do all of the things that he had only dreamed of. Her legs were spread wide and each was secured to a table leg. Her hands had been secured through the railings. She was completely immobilised and helpless. Better than this however, her superb arse was entirely exposed and waiting for him, completely at his disposal.

As he took his fill of erotic photos of Becca, his arousal just kept increasing until nigh-on bursting point. If there was one thing guaranteed to get him going, it was taking a woman from behind. He loved the power of this position. A woman wearing stockings and prone before him, awaiting his bidding; was more than he could have wished for. That woman being Becca V, well that was like an answered prayer.

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Jackie was late to lunch as usual. Cassie could count of a few things in life. Day, Night, Taxes, Tom of course and Jackie being late. When she first started to notice this, she adjusted her schedule 5 minutes or so. But being late, even if you don’t care if the other person is, just drove her nuts. So she developed other ways of handling the time at the table alone. She would plan things in her head, her shopping lists, or projects that need to be done at home. But mostly she would just sit there and people watch, making up stories in her head about the different combinations of people around the room. Who was here on business? Was that romance that is flashing between those two over there? The older woman and her daughter… had to be a medical discussion. She would play this game for as long as it took Jackie to finally drag her butt over here.

Why did Jackie want to meet her for lunch? Cassie hadn’t thought about that much before agreeing to the time and place, but they had just been to lunch last week and thinking about it, this was a bit unusual.

Cassie was pondering this question when a whirlwind blew Jackie into her seat, pulling a waiter behind her with menu and water glass in hand. “Hey sweetie!” Jackie had been shopping and set several small bags with handles down on the floor next to her feet. “I got stuck checking out at Saks. Behind some old gray hair who was disputing the way things were ringing up.” And with that the old friends fell into their usual pattern of talking about anything and everything.

Jackie had been her best friend since she move to town from college. They met at her first job and Cassie knew within minutes of meeting her that they would be friends forever. They had lived through each others personal and professional successes and failures, horrible boyfriends, bad haircuts and talked each other down from suicide by chocolate. And even though Jackie had enough quirks to drive most people crazy, to her they were just “Jackie” and she loved her all the more for them. It was Cassie who introduced Jackie to Paul. Paul was in town on business with one of Cassie’s boyfriends company and she liked him, as it turned out a whole lot more than her old boyfriend. It took some coaxing to make sure Jackie would show up, but when she did and they met Cassie felt the air get sucked out of the room. Six months later Paul moved his business to town, Jackie moved in with him and six months after that Cassie had to wear a horrible coral color dress in the wedding.

And in a way, it was Jackie who facilitated things to allow Cassie to meet Tom. It was Jackie who told Cassie to get out of the apartment “NOW!” To go someplace, anyplace before the boyfriend got back. Cassie grabbed a handful of things and disappeared, moving with Lois for a day or two. Jackie handled the boyfriend, getting Cassie’s stuff, making arrangements for her to miss work for a day or two to avoid a stalker, even arranging an appointment with a lawyer. The lawyer wasn’t Tom, although Tom was a lawyer. The lawyer was a female attorney who specialized in domestic violence cases. Cassie couldn’t believe that she was in a middle of a domestic violence “situation”, although everyone around her kept telling her that she was. After a while, she moved into Jackie and Paul’s place until everyone was convinced that it was safe and that the jerk was going to finally leave her alone.

Jackie was the one who filled up Cassie’s days and nights with conversations and plans. Thinking back about it, it had to be a real sacrifice for the relative newlyweds to make for their sad, sorry friend. But Jackie would hear nothing of it when Cassie suggested she get a hotel room while she looked for a new apartment. And Jackie had Paul drive to get Cassie when she thought she saw her old boyfriend’s car following her home one night. They were the best friends anyone could ever hope for and she loved them dearly.

And it was Jackie who insist that Cassie go to the party when Margie invited her. It was some business thing at downtown restuarant. Never mind it was probably a ploy to give the newlyweds an evening of uninhibative sex without Ms. Third Wheel hanging around the apartment. With no joy in her soul, she let Jackie push her out the door and on with her life. And it was at the party where she met Tom. It was actually in his honor, although you couldn’t tell by him. He had won a big case and the firm was basking in their portion of a huge settlement. But the lead lawyer on the case kept finding himself drifting further and further from the center of the party. He was out on the patio when he and Cassie met.

Cassie knew nothing of the firm, the case and the lawyer. She was there because Jackie kicked her out and Margie had dragged her here. But somehow, the two loners started talking. He was different from the other men to that moment. He was nice. He was shy. He wasn’t pushy. He listened! He was tall, kind of skinny, looked ackward in his expensive suit. But over time, he became the most beautiful person she had ever met. And of course Jackie like him, which sealed the casino siteleri deal. One year later Jackie had to wear a horrible dark blue dress at Cassie’s wedding.

So there was little that the two women could not talk about. Family? Cassie knew the names, ages, peculiarlities of Jackie’s family, most of Paul’s and had Jackie’s mom’s cell phone number on speed dial. Finance? Jackie had a copy of Cassie’s lock box key, just in case of emergency. Sex? What each woman knew more about each other and their friends spouses bedroom activities would shock most people. But when two women are so close and share everything else, why not share that also?

“So,” Jackie paused to look around, making sure no one was listening, “how’s things?”

Cassie smiled. “Things? Things are very good, thank you. And you?”

Jackie laughed. “Well, we had an interesting “thing” happen to us about a month ago. Remember when the four of us went to dinner and the movie?”

“Yeah?”

“It got pretty steamy later that night.”

“Oh really?”

“I’ll only going tell you if you tell me an equally good story.”

“What if my story isn’t as good?”

“Yours never are.”

“I’ll take my chances with Tom, thank you very much.”

“Oh I didn’t suggest Tom wasn’t a good time. I’m suggesting that you leave out all the best stuff!”

“That’s not true… OK. Maybe I do, a little bit. Anyway, what about Saturday night?”

“Well, You were wearing that green sweater of yours. And honey, you were showing a bit of cleavage.”

“Yeah. You told me to “put those away.” And?…”

“And as soon as you leave, Paul starts kissing my neck and rubbing me from behind. Then he starts feeling me up. So I turn around and push him into the bedroom and he practically rips off my clothes and he keeps going back to my tits. So we’re doing the deed and I lean up and he kissing and nibbling on my breasts and I said, “So you’re thinking of Cassie’s tits aren’t you”.

“You didn’t”

“Like hell I didn’t. So he doesn’t answer right away, but I can tell he’s getting even more excited, so and I hope you don’t mind, but I tell him “Oh, you like Cassie’s tits don’t you. Kiss them. Yeah, you’d like to doing this to Cassie wouldn’t you?”

“JACKIE!”

“Well, that set’s him off and I was pretty close behind. I tell you it was the ride of my life. He just about blew me off the saddle, so to speak. So we talked afterwards and I wasn’t mad or anything, but I asked if he was as turned on as he seemed.”

“Do I really want to hear all this?”

“I don’t know… do you?”

“Well, you’ve gone this far… and?”

“So you know how men are, they get all weirded out trying to figure out if something is a trap or not and he starts to give me this mamby pamby answer. So I stop him and I start to tell him that Its OK and I tell him how I could get excited thinking about Tom and taking off his clothes and pulling down his shorts and…”

“OK, now this is getting weird!”

“Now? Honey, we were past weird twenty minutes ago. So I notice as I’m talking, the old soldier is being to respond. So I keep it up, talking about doing stuff and next thing I know he’s on top of me and he’s taunting me about Tom fucking me and spliting me wide and me begging for it and…”

Cassie was being to feel a bit flushed. They had talked about sex for the last four years and often it was even more descriptive than this, but in her minds eye she could see Paul naked and hard pounding a needy Jackie towards a climax.

“… and I’m wanting more and more and…” Jackie looked around and then back to her best friend smiling. “God, it was incredible.”

Cassie could imagine that it was. She felt the slight presence of moisture between her legs and the telltale longing to touch herself. “My god,” she heard herself say, “that could be pretty hot.”

Jackie heard that and instantly relax a bit, as if she wasn’t sure how her friend might relax. “Oh, honey. Go home tonight and try it!”

Cassie was affected by Jackie’s story all day. She tried to concentrate on other things, but her mind kept going back to a scene where Jackie is taunting Paul. Or was she taunting Paul? “My god, stop it!” she told herself. Somehow she made it through the afternoon and got home a bit before Tom. It was Thursday, which was pizza night, and she called in their order and then call Tom on his cell.

“Hey.”

“Hi sweetheart.”

“I’ve called in the za. Hey, why don’t you pick up some wine on the way home also?”

“Wine? On a Thursday?”

“I don’t know. It just sounds good.”

“Will do.”

He was home 30 minutes later with a hot pizza and a cool bottle of wine. Fourty five minutes after that the pizza and wine was gone and Cassie suggested that he might want to shower, a code word for possible sex. That’s all it took for Tom to head upstairs and get cleaned up. He came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel to find Cassie in one of her naughtiest nighties standing at the bedroom door.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day!”

“I am slot oyna so glad you did.”

Cassie was wearing a black bustieree that pushed her breasts up. With this she had on a tiny black g-string, black stockings and fuck me pumps. She was absolutely gorgegous! “Now why don’t you give me that towel and come here.”

Tom complied. She took the towel and tossed it over the door knob. She took his hand and lead him to the bed, seating him with his feet on the ground. Cassie leaned over rather than kneeling down to take him in her mouth, knowing that the mirror on the dresser was giving him a wonderful view of her ass.

Tom wasn’t sure why he was experiencing this good fortune, but he wasn’t going to fight it. Cassie was on fire tonight and whatever it was, he was for it.

“My god, Cass. This is great!”

“So you’re wondering why I’m so hot?”

“Baby, you’re incredible.”

“I had lunch with Jackie today. And she told me a story.” Cassie told each line, taking a break to plunge down as far as she could on his pole. “She told me that she and Paul fucked the other night.” She knelt down now to improve her angle and as she did, one hand left his shaft and started to fondle his balls. “And that she imagined that she was getting fucked by you!” And with that she stopped talking and went to work. His excitment was palipable. He leaned back on the bed and moaned, thrusting up to meet her as she slid down on him. “Paul was telling her what you would do to her, but she was imagining that it was you.

Tom was excited enough and now Cassie crawled onto the bed pulling herself up the length of her husband. “She saw you naked and you were rock hard.” Cassie was now even with Tom, her body barely hovering above him. The lace on her outfit brushed up against his skin. Cassie sat up and pulled the g string over to one side. She positioned herself over her husband, guiding him where she wanted him. “And then she said you entered her hard, but she was ready for you…” she eased her hips down and first the pressure and then the release as she slid down onto him. She had been ready for this all day and now she was getting what she wanted. Cassie started rocking back and forth, up and down. Fucking around the g-string made it seem dirtier and she was finding that she liked it dirty, at least tonight. “And then you fucked her, like you were fucking mad, you fucked my best friend!” Tom was losing it, he rolled his wife over and started going nuts, hips mashing together. “Fuck me like you fucked Jackie!”

“Fuck Jackie!” Tom muttered. He was a man possessed. He wasn’t making love, he was ravishing her. And Cassie was enjoying being ravished.

“Fuck me!” Cassie screamed as she started to come. Tom exploded into her, she could feel the pulse, feel the splash as he did. He kept moving for a minute or so after they both came and he started to kiss her passionately. “My god, Cassie, what has come over you?’

“I thought you might enjoy the story.”

“Did you make that up?”

“Oh…” this was her moment to disfuse the situation. She could say yes and then it would be just some sort of role playing game she made up. But she couldn’t. “no. It actually happened. Pretty much the way I told you.”

“My god, that was hot.”

Tom rolled off of his wife and Cassie excused herself a moment to “freshen up”. When she came back to the bed room a minute or two later, Tom was laying under the covers watching her. “I love that outfit.”

“I know you do.”

Tom climbed out of bed to meet her. They kissed. “But I think I’d like to see more of you.” He turned her around and started to undo the ties to the top. It fell to the floor. “I definetely like seeing more of you.” Tom kissed her neck, his hands messaging her now bare breasts. When his hands left her tits, they moved down pulling the g-string off of her hips and send them falling down her legs towards the floor. She lifted one leg to kick the useless panties off and her ass bumped up against Tom. He was getting hard again. “So quickly?” she thought, but only for a moment before other sensations called for more attention.

He left the stocking on as he laid her on the bed. He moved between her legs and started to explore her with his tongue. He stopped for a moment and asked “What else did she tell you?”

Cassie was laying there, still a bit bubbly from the last encounter and now Tom was getting her excited again. “Oh, she said that she started teasing Paul.”

“Teasing him about what?”

“My tits.”

Tom’s tongue brushed up the length of her and she shuttered. “ohmygod”.

“Go on,” he said, now zeroing in on her button.

“She asked if he like my tits.” She found herself spreading her legs a bit wider for her husband.

“And he said yes.” His hands reached around her legs, shifting her butt a bit and making for a better angle for a long deep thrust.

“Oh god, Tom that’s so good.”

“Does he want to fondle them?”

“Yes. He wants to see them. He wants to suck on them.” Tom was working his magic on her now, but in her mind Paul, a man that canlı casino siteleri protected her at one of the darkest times in her life, was sucking on her breasts. “God, that feels good.”

“But he wants to do more than suck your tits, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, he wants to fuck me.” Tom’s tongue was going a mile a minute now. She was close. Hell she was coming. “He wants to fuck me!”

“He will. He will soon.” Tom didn’t stop when he felt his wife’s contractions. He didn’t even stop when he thought he tasted a bit of himself down there. Cassie was thrashing around on the bed, legs bucking, hips pushing up to meet him.

“God Tom, fuck me now!”

“Tom or Paul?”

“I don’t care! Fuck me!”

Tom slid up and entered her. She was ready and pulled him into her. They mashed together for a minute or so and Cassie was getting more and more excited. Her stocking covered legs wrapped around him, locking him into place.

Tom whispered in her ear, “Paul’s fucking you right now isn’t he?”

“Yes. God, harder!”

“Paul is fucking you and Jackie is watching.”

In Cassie mind now Jackie is back there watching. But Cassie didn’t care, she wanted to come more than life itself at the moment.

“Paul is pounding you and you want it.”

“Harder!”

“And Jackie is naked and she’s next to you.”

“HARDER!”

“She’s telling Paul to fuck you. And You want her to.”

“OHMYGOD! YES! FUCK ME HARD!” Cassie started coming. It was all Tom could do but to hang on. She exploded and when she did she pulled Tom along also. He found himself pumping and pumping and pumping into her. They were more animal than human at that moment. And when it was over, it was almost more like they “came to” from a deep coma. They found themselves giggling about what just happened.

“Hey,” Tom said after a couple of minutes. “Tell Jackie thanks for the bedtime story.”

Chapter Two

“You tried it, didn’t you?” Jackie asked the moment she picked up the phone.

“What?” Cassie tried to play dumb.

“Don’t lie to me. I know you better than anyone. So how was it?”

“Interesting.”

“Interesting?”

“VERY interesting.”

“We need a drinks. Lunch just won’t do this.”

It took a few days for the two women to find a free night but Cassie found herself in a booth at a bar, waiting for Jackie once again. It was easier watching people at night to figure out what they wanted. Some wanted relief from their jobs and lives. Some wanted companionship. And, she figured, most wanted sex. Cassie found she could spot the men and women who were there because they had a need and no partner. It was too easy figuring out what the men were thinking, so she found herself concentrating on the women, how they identified who they were interested, how they flirted, how they moved things along. The poor guys they picked had no chance.

“Judging people again, aren’t you.” Jackie slid into the booth on the opposite side, tossing her coat on top of her purse.

“Not judging them. Just watching. Learning.”

“Learning how horny people are?”

“I know how horny people are. I’m just trying to figure out why people do what they do?”

“And?”

“I have no idea.”

Jackie waved the waitress over and they ordered drinks. They made small talk, about their days, their jobs, for a round of drinks or two. Finally Jackie couldn’t stand it any longer. “So wasn’t that fun?”

Cassie didn’t need any more clues as to what “that” was. Nodding slightly she replied, “Yes. That was a different way of spending some time together.”

Cassie was glancing around to make sure that no one was listening in. “We did it again! Saturday night.”

6

This didn’t surprise Cassie at all. She had thought about trying the talking again with Tom that weekend, but opted to plain old straight forward seduction sex. Cassie didn’t want Tom to think she was totally warped. She had wondered though if Tom wasn’t trying to emphasize the same things to her. “So similar results?”

Jackie took a large sip of her drink and waved the bartender for a refill. “You know how we bought similar lingerie last summer? Anyway I got dressed up in that black bustiere that you told me you had on and I covered up in a robe and went downstairs. I asked him “do you want to play our game”? and he jumps up ready to go.”

“Your “game”?”

“Don’t interupt. So I got a bottle of wine out and I pour two big glasses and we drink and then I told him I had a story about you and Tom.”

“I should never tell you anything.”

“I told him that you and Tom got drunk and that you told him to shower. And then I sent him to shower, but not to touch himself… other than to clean up.”

Jackie stopped when she saw the waitress coming with a fresh round of drinks. Cassie realized now that she was on her third drink and was beginning to feel the effects already. Jackie took another long pull on hers before continuing. “So he’s in the shower and I take off my robe and stand by the bathroom door and I said “And Cassie was waiting in the bedroom in this!” A minute later the shower shuts off and he comes into the bedroom, his towel pointing straight out and I have candles going and I’m stretched out. Any way I start telling him stuff…”

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This story is a fantasy based loosely on a one-night encounter with a friend’s landlord. The night occurred when I was a teenager, and the woman was about thirty. There is a lot of teasing and story build-up so if you are looking for sex on page one you will be disappointed.

She stood over me in her white string bikini, all curves, soft and womanly, tanned and mostly toned. I tried to avoid looking at the parts of her covered by the bathing suit but I wasn’t doing a very good job. Because she sort of smirked and grinned suggestively, it seemed.

“Do you want some?” she asked, lowering a plate of cut strawberries close to my face. I couldn’t see her eyes, hidden behind dark sun shades, but the toying curl of her full lips and the teasing tone suggested, hinted, that she might be talking about something besides strawberries.

“No thanks, Mrs. White,” I replied, kicking my feet gently in the pool and looking away quickly—quickly, before my eyes bored a hole thru the flimsy material covering her privates.

“David, I told you to call me Ashley,” she scolded. “It makes me feel so old when you call me Mrs. White.” She straightened, raising her head to look off towards the hot tub for her kids, Jason and his sister Rachel.

“Okay,” I said, not knowing what other response would be appropriate. I was kind of inexperienced with grown-up women. Pretty much inexperienced with girls my own age, too. Mrs. White was looking away across the pool so I stole a glance up at her crotch, only inches from my face. The thin triangle of white fabric was stretched tightly over the curve of her pubic mound, outlining her puffy pussy lips, riding up the longitudinal dimple between them. There were no prickly spots behind the fabric and I imagined she must have her pubes shaved pretty close. From the triangle, thin spaghetti straps hung over her curving hips to the slightly larger patch covering her bouncy rump. Glancing farther up, I admired her flat stomach and bulbous breasts, although they were somewhat obscured under her long dark hair. Her thick hair was so pretty, cascading off her dainty tanned shoulders over the strings of her bikini top. Jason’s Mom was hot; there were no two ways about it. Surprise! How had I missed that? I guess most of the times we had met she was always dressed in baggy sweats and over-sized t-shirts, cleaning up their apartment, or cooking, or some other adult-type thing. Don’t get me wrong, I had always thought she was pretty, especially her hair—but I had no idea just how hot she was until she was standing over me there in that white bikini on the first day of our beach vacation.

Craning her neck, she looked off towards the hot tub for Jason and Rachel. She walked several steps away with her plate of strawberries to get a better view and I continued my assessment, scanning her jiggly bottom. The white suit appeared to be a shade or two smaller than whatever she had been sunbathing in last and there was that line of pale flesh at its margins, then the tan of her taut butt cheeks. I ogled her bouncing ass, a little turned on but also somewhat embarrassed with myself. She was as old as my Mom, in her forties or something, I didn’t know exactly. I didn’t even know how old my Mom was. I just knew that Jason’s Mom was hot. All of the other people at the pool were looking at her too—the teenage boys throwing the ball back and forth, the guys lying around on the lounge chairs, even the teenage girl sunbathers. She bounced down the stairs towards the hot tub and I sighed, my shoulders relaxing as she disappeared from view.

–

“How old is your Mom, Jason?” I asked, trying to appear totally unconcerned and nonchalant.

“I don’t know, man,” he replied. “Forty-four? Something like that.” He was relaxing against the edge of the hot tub, leaning back, his arms spread wide over the sides. “Why?”

Rachel giggled, and I felt a burning in my cheeks and neck, hotter than the water covering me to my shoulders. Rachel was just seventeen, a rising senior, but I was only a year older and still not totally sure of my popularity and coolness. Just a big gangly teen-ager, growing into manhood.

“Shut up, Rachel. What’s so funny?” I splashed her but she continued smiling smugly.

“Why do you want to know how old our Mom is, David?”

“Uhhh …” There was no good reason. “I just wanted to see if she was as old as my Mom.” Rachel gave me the yeah, sure look.

“Yeah, sure.”

“No, really.”

She tilted her head, peering at me intently. Jason raised his head—he was also looking at me funny. My good buddy, who had invited me to go to the beach for a week with his family.

“How old is your Mom?” Rachel was checking.

“Uhhh …” I was afraid they were going to ask that. “C’mon, guys. I was just kind of, like, comparing your family to my family.”

Jason’s family was way cooler than my family. My parents were, like, boring and square. And Jason’s Mom was super-hot, parading around in that white string bikini casino siteleri that was, like, less than ten square centimeters in total area. It was so thin her nipples were practically poking through it. She was sitting up there by the pool right now, heating up the atmosphere, speeding up global climate change with her supreme hotness. Plus, my parents would never bring us to a cool beach vacation like this one. They liked that stupid old golf resort where everybody was dressed in polo shirts. But not Mrs. White. She wasn’t so hoighty-toighty like that—she couldn’t afford it, I don’t think. It was just her—there was no Mr. White, he had left a long time ago. The condominium we were in for the week was only two bedrooms and one bath—and kind of run down. But that’s cool. If Mrs. White … Ashley … was going to be parading around in that bikini all week … well, I could tolerate staying in just about any old dump.

–

Mrs. White was cleaning up after dinner … in a flimsy white cotton pajama outfit so thin and loose that every supple movement of her body was amplified to the point of lightning strikes and galloping hurricanes. I was mesmerized.

“David, would you like some more tater tots?”

“No thank you, Mrs. White.”

She flicked those smoldering brown eyes with a sizzling flash. “Ashley,” she commanded.

I stared at my lap. “No thank you, Ashley.”

“That’s much better.” Her smile dripped honey as she hustled the left-over taters into a plastic storage container. She was doing a good job, taking care of us, feeding us, cleaning up after us, reminding us to put on sunscreen. She bustled off into the kitchen. Then suddenly the sky fell, the moon spinning by in a flashing swirl. She was back, leaning over the table directly in front of me, wiping it clean with a sponge, her thin spaghetti strap pajama top falling open, displaying an amazing heaven on earth. Her natural breasts were fully exposed, from the freckles deep in her tanned cleavage to the milky white melon tips dangling towards the table. Her beautiful orbs shook slightly, trembling under their own weight as she swabbed the table. I held my breath, praying that the moment would never end. Time stood still. The textured edges of her aureole were just visible, pointed directly downwards. The pinkish irritated skin at the edges of her tan lines. Even the wrinkly lines of stretch marks were apparent, beauty marks extending directly down towards those nipples which were just beyond view. Oh. My. God. I could imagine those heavy breasts in my hands, could imagine those nipples in my mouth … testosterone-driven thoughts that had never before appeared suddenly started racing from my hypothalamus. There was a twinge in my boxers—I wouldn’t be able to get up for a while.

Way too soon she was finished and rinsing the sponge under the sink in the narrow condominium kitchen. Captivated, I watched her behind shake and jiggle under the short pajama bottoms. The shorts slid loosely across her bottom, coming down only as far as the white line between her tanned buttocks and the tops of her rippling hamstrings.

“Can I get you anything else, David?” she smiled, feeling my eyes.

I shook my head no, quickly looking towards the television. Jason was sprawled out across the pull-out sleeper sofa watching some mindless situation comedy and Rachel lounged near him in a reclining chair. We were all a little sunburned and tired, especially me, after a long day at the pool and the beach.

It was growing dark outside and I only wanted to lie down and close my eyes. Jason and I were sharing the bedroom with twin full beds while Rachel and her Mom slept together in a queen in the other bedroom. A small bathroom separated the two bedrooms—from my spot at the table I could see almost every square inch of the condominium. And almost every inch of Jason’s Mom as she fussed around in the kitchen. She must go to the gym a lot or something. She was kind of small, about the same size as Rachel, but there was more meat on her body. In all the right places, where it jiggled and rippled nicely. Her breasts bounced around under a thin line of lace at the neck of her pajama top and I could make out the textured outline of her nipples. They were soft now, not like the little bullets that were poking out of her bathing suit earlier.

She cleared a few more things off the table, then she was at it with the sponge again, clucking about the table manners of teenagers. Her breasts wobbled around pendulously and I couldn’t avert my eyes. Then I looked up and she was looking directly at me! She smiled coyly and there were crinkles at the corners of her dark brown eyes. She hovered another second before rising.

“I think I got it all that time,” she said, walking back into the kitchen. My eyes followed her. But this time she peeped quickly over her shoulder, catching me. I hurriedly turned toward the television, reddening, I’m sure.

“David.” Her soft voice was calm, expectant. I turned back towards her slot oyna in the kitchen where she stood facing me, hands on hips. She was smiling, with a playful disapproving gaze.

“How does it look?” She nodded towards the table. Oh, my God! She was flirting with me, daring me to say she missed a spot. My eyes flicked over the table.

“Um, I think you missed a spot?” I surprised myself. Where I did get those balls from?

She hesitated for a moment, pretending to pout. But, playing along, she came back, stalking, looking at me hard. I was trembling, my heart fluttering. This time she bent over to wipe the table right next to me, leaning in low and close. So close her long brown hair brushed against my bare thigh. I could smell the clean scent of her shampoo and soap. Her breasts were only a foot from my eyes. She wasn’t bending over deeply enough that I could see over the thin strip of lace to heaven—but she was so close to me that I could feel the heat of her body, could hear her breath. For only a moment, until she began to straighten.

“How’s that now?” She smiled suggestively, winking. Rachel and Jason were oblivious, engrossed in the television.

I found my voice, barely. “That is good,” I croaked in a just audible gasp. “Ashley,” I added.

She touched my shoulder lightly, pressing with all her fingers. Then she was gone, leaving the remembrance of her body heat and scent, and a tingling spot on my shoulder. The door to her bedroom shut and I sat alone at the table with my hard-on aching in my boxers.

–

I stirred in the small bed, my lanky frame almost spilling over the edges. Sunlight was pouring through the blinds—it would be another beautiful day for vacationing. Sweet memories of Mrs. White literally filled my head as soon as my eyes opened—toying with me, playful in her sexy pajamas, intentionally bending down low to show me her breasts, flirting, leaning in close. I reached under the covers, feeling my flat and muscular youthful stomach, my hand sliding lower to my long thin penis, passing over my sparse pubic hair.

“Jason?” I whispered.

No answer.

Jason? Are you awake?”

No answer. Lying still, I watched his sheets rise and fall evenly—still sleeping. I stroked my semi-rigid cock to full hardness, trying to be quiet. Usually, I masturbated at least once a day, sometimes twice—I was good at it, able to get myself off as quickly or slowly as the situation demanded. This was going to be a quick one, and I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it as much, trying to be quiet, but images of Mrs. White in her sexy pajamas would not stop flashing through my mind.

Mrs. White in the pool, her nipples pointing through the thin fabric of the white bikini, the darker area of her aureole clearly visible. Mrs. White bending over in the kitchen, pulling the tater tots out of the oven, her short pajama bottoms pulling up into the crease between her butt cheeks. Mrs. White cupping her breasts in her hands, slowly licking first one nipple, then the other, teasing me with her dark brown suggestive eyes. I stroked hard and fast, my erection forming a gigantic tent under the sheet. Mrs. White licking her lips … Mrs. White looking at me from down between my legs, one hand wrapped around my cock, rubbing her hot pussy up and down against my thigh. I was close, straining, trying not to groan.

“Hey, man! Are you beating off?”

Oh, shit! I stopped, turning away from Jason’s side of the bed.

“No.”

“Yeah, right. Whatever man, it’s cool.” It really didn’t matter—it wasn’t like it was all that embarrassing. But it would have been nice to finish up before he woke up. I lay still, my cock slowly deflating back to normal. I could feel my heart beating down there.

–

Mrs. White was out of the bathroom, freshly showered, bustling around the condominium in a short white bathrobe, a towel wrapped around her head. She had smiled at me, a hint of our secret shared flirtation on her lips.

“Good morning, David.”

I could barely make eye contact. “Good morning,” I mumbled, before practically running into the bathroom, awkwardly bending to conceal the semi-rigid state of my dick. It was about to poke a hole through my boxers. If our vacation week continued like this I would have to find something more concealing to wear than cotton briefs.

Now I was in the shower, soaping up my quickly responding cock, eyes closed. Mrs. White was licking my nipples, slowly kissing her way down my torso. It was her hand on my dick, pumping back and forth—she was looking up at me, those seductive soft brown eyes advertising that she was dying to take care of me in unimaginable ways.

“David?”

Oh, shit! It was her. I quickly turned from the curtain to face the tiled side of the shower, covering my dick in both hands, ceasing the stroking.

“David, is it okay if I come in? I need to put on my lotions.”

“It’s okay,” I said. Damn! I was never going to get a chance to jerk off in private. My dick canlı casino siteleri throbbed and ached.

The door opened, throwing bright sunlight into the small bathroom.

“Sorry, I’ll only be a minute. I forgot I left my stuff in here.” I could hear her messing around at the sink.

“No problem.”

“I promise I won’t look,” she said in a singsong voice.

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied.

“You can’t see too much through the shower curtain anyway,” she said, giggling, and I turned to look for myself.

Well, you couldn’t see clearly through it, but you could still see. She was smoothing something into her face with both hands, looking closely into the mirror. Her outline was fuzzy, obscured by the colored shower liner, but I could see her neat form concealed by the robe, could see the towel wrapped in her hair.

“Sorry this place is so small that we have to share the bathroom,” she apologized. “I wish I could take you guys somewhere nicer, but this is about all I can afford.”

“It’s okay, Mrs. White,” I reassured her. “I like this place.”

“Ashley,” she reminded me with a cluck. “Thanks, David. Anyway, I hope you guys are having fun.”

I kept my body mostly turned towards the tile—but allowed myself the luxury of gently pulling at my still hard cock, slathered in soap. Over the noise of the shower she couldn’t hear a thing.

“You should plan on covering up in sunscreen if you are back out at the pool or the beach today. It’s supposed to be a gorgeous day again.”

“Okay.” I watched her pour some lotion out of a bottle into her hand.

Jason and Rachel already were down to the pool—those guys were sun addicts. Myself, I was somewhat burned up from the previous day—I would definitely be applying the sunscreen liberally.

“You should be especially careful … you already have a little sun burn.”

“Okay, Ashley”

“Let me know if you want me to put some lotion on your back, okay?” She sounded like she really wanted to help.

“Okay, I will.”

She was rubbing her own lotion onto her neck and upper chest—I could see her fuzzy reflection in the mirror. Her robe was coming open slightly.

“I won’t be able to face your parents if I bring you home sunburned.” Rubbing the lotion farther down onto her chest. Her robe was open—I couldn’t see below the reflection of her upper chest because the mirror was high, but it was clear she was rubbing the lotion onto her breasts. She wasn’t even looking into the mirror anymore—she was looking down at her chest. I stroked my cock, facing the tiles, peering over my shoulder at her form through the curtain.

“It’s okay,” I mumbled. My Mom could care less if I came home sunburned. All Mom cared about was her social status.

“What?” she asked, turning partially towards me, still focused on rubbing in her lotions. “I can’t hear you over the water.” Her robe was completely open at the top—the milky white of her full breasts clearly distinct against the tanned brown of her stomach and chest, even thru the obscuring shower curtain. She continued applying the lotion to her breasts, lifting them slightly to rub up under the hanging part.

“Nothing,” I leered thru the shower curtain, my hard-on pulsing strongly in my right hand. I stroked it faster, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to detect the motion. But she was oblivious, stroking her own body, massaging the lotion onto her flat stomach. Now she turned completely away from the mirror, leaning her bottom on the sink, focusing down lower on her stomach.

“I think we will go out to the movies tonight, if that is okay with you, David?”

“Sure.” I was flexible. But my dick wasn’t. It was rock hard, as inflexible as a flashlight. My right hand flashed faster back and forth over it. She wasn’t paying attention, not looking, just like she had promised, focused on herself. Her own hands were rubbing lower onto her abdomen, just above the white untanned area of her pubes.

“So what kind of movies do you like?” She was looking down, rubbing into the creases between her labia and inner thighs. My right hand was flying now, the soap flecking off in frothy bubbles.

“Uhhh …” It wasn’t computing. My over-charged sexual tension was the entire world for this moment. Past the point of no return.

“What?”

“Ohh …” I came, milky shoots of jism spraying out in silky ropes, mixing with the sprinkling shower, some flicking back up onto my hand as I furiously jerked my exploding dick, thrusting my hips, arching my back, my dick a towering spear. A spear on which to impale Mrs. White, to plunge deeply in and out of her smoldering red hot vagina. Thoughts of my ropy jism landing on her flat stomach … splattering across her nipples as she laid back, legs spread open, toes pointed sharply in her own orgasm.

“What did you say?” She looked up from where her hands were busy down in her crotch.

“Ohh … uhh …” I tried to recover, shuddering as I squeezed the sperm from my throbbing cock.

“Are you okay? What are you doing in there?” Maybe realizing she was facing me full-on naked, she straightened, closing her robe, tucking the edges together, cinching the belt.

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Jerry happened to glance out of his second story window as he was straightening up his bedroom. Not that it was terribly messy, but he didn’t want to gross out his new friend. Tom was coming over for the first time after his football practice. Jerry hadn’t yet been to Tom’s house, so he didn’t know how his room would compare with his friend’s. Anyway, it only took a few minutes to put away the few clothes that had been strewn about. He wasn’t a neat freak, but he wasn’t a slob like his sister either.

It was his sister that caught his eye with that glance out the window. There she was, laying out in the late afternoon sun. She was wearing a tiny string bikini which barely covered her pert bottom. He frowned when he saw her, but said to himself, “At least she’s not naked yet.” He looked at her for a full minute and wondered what Tom might think of her.

“I suppose he might like the view,” he thought. In fact, he was counting on it. Despite the fact that she was his older sister, he had to admit the sun bronzed young woman laying face down on the towel in the backyard had nice curves. “Well actually great curves,” he whispered to himself.

His study was interrupted by the doorbell. “It’s Tom,” he said aloud. He glanced at himself in the full length mirror on the back of his door. Reflected back at him was a slightly built 18 year old high school senior. Smaller than average with average looks. “That is me,” he thought in despair. Then he opened the door and clumsily hurried down the stairs.

Ding Dong … Ding Dong … Ding

Jerry reached the front door and pulled it open.

Dong

“It’s about time dude!” said a sandy haired young man. Tom stood on the porch as if he were a linebacker. Which he was. His handsome face wore his trademark grin. “I guess it would be too much to ask for a beer?”

“Yeah! It would!” replied Jerry aghast at the thought. “But we have coke.”

Barging through the door he forced his smaller friend to give ground. “I guess a coke would be good. I’ve got to piss” He peered over Jerry looking around for the nearest bathroom.

“Oh, the bathroom is at the top of the stairs. You can’t miss it.” Jerry pointed towards the stairs and added. “I’ll get us a couple of cokes.”

“I’ll try not to!” Tom quipped. When he saw Jerry didn’t get it, he said “I’ll try not to miss it! The toilet!”

“Jeez Dude, for a whiz-kid you can be kinda slow.” He stated as he began to bound up the stairs.

“Yeah! Well go take your whiz and I’ll be up in a sec!” Jerry shot back.

A loud snort of laughter came from the top of the stairs. A moment later a surging slashing noise of a fire-hose stream of liquid shooting into the toilet came from the bathroom. Evidently Tom had neglected to close the door. Jerry reached into the refrigerator, grabbed a couple of cans of soda, and shook his head in amazement as the sound from above went on and on. He went to the sliding glass door to check on his sister Diane. She was still there though she had turned over onto her back. Now her ridiculously pert breasts where prominent. “At least she has her top on,” he thought.

He couldn’t tell how long he stood there, cokes in hand, but suddenly he became aware that the noise from above had ceased. He shook himself and headed toward his room. He was looking forward to helping his friend with his Geometry homework. Of course, he had taken Geometry as a Sophomore and was now in an Advanced Placement Calculus class, but he really enjoyed looking back at those proofs from the old days. The fact that his tutoring had blossomed into a friendship with the popular Tom was a unbelievable bonus. His nerd friends looked at him with a kind of wonder whenever he received a high five from the handsome broad-shouldered athlete when they passed in the hall.

So with a warm feeling of anticipation he started climbing the stairs. “Sorry I took so long …,” his words stopped when he saw his friend standing in the bathroom with his head thrown back. Jerry’s mouth dropped open when his mind registered what he was seeing.

His friend was standing in the bathroom in a team T-shirt and matching red and black baggy gym shorts. To Jerry’s eyes he appeared to be huge in the small room. The hamper which was half filled with soiled towels was open. Head thrown back, Tom had one hand held to his face. A small scrap of pink was entwined in his fingers close to his nose. “What in the world?” Jerry asked aghast.

“Damn!” Tom said and sniffed at the fabric deeply once again, before dropping his hand. “Sorry about that. Just couldn’t help myself!” His hand slipped into one of the pockets in his shorts quickly and came out empty.

“Hey dude, what the hell? You’ve been holding out on me!” He stepped out of the bathroom and strode towards Jerry. Before he knew it Jerry was held under Tom’s strong left arm as the right hand mussed his red hair. The cans of sofa fell to the floor, bounced and rolled across the hallway into his room. “You didn’t fucking tell me you have a sister, little buddy!”

“Och!” casino oyna said Jerry. Tom had tightened his grip.

“What’s her name?”

“Diane.” Jerry replied between clinched teeth. The hold didn’t quite hurt, but it was far from comfortable.

“How old is she?”

“Older than me.” Then after a tightening of the hold Jerry added, “Twenty-one … she’s twenty-one!”

“SWEET” was Tom’s reaction to the news. “Is she hot?”

“I don’t know.” Again that squeeze. “I suppose so!”

“Where is she now?”

A rush of feelings welled within Jerry. Sudden fear for and a desire to protect his sister was among them. Tinged with a tiny bit of what? Jealousy? Since the start of the interrogation his eyes had been squeezed shut. Now he opened them and realized that his face was nearly at the level of Tom’s crotch. He struggled against the hold, which only resulted in more tightening. He realized that there was no way his meager strength could free him.

Tom chuckled with good humor trying a different tack, “Come on little buddy. Where is she?” Again he ruffled Jerry’s mop of hair.

Jerry’s senses were overloaded by the solid body he was pinned against. Its heat made him feel very warm indeed. “Ah, come on Tom! Let me go and I’ll tell you.” he pleaded.

He crumbled to the carpeted floor when released from his friend’s hold. Now at Tom’s feet he looked up. His eyes were drawn up to the thing inside the gym shorts his friend was wearing. “No underwear,” he thought when he saw the thick hanging penis inside the shorts. How could Tom walk around in public like that. With no supported at all. Especially with such a big thing. Shouldn’t he at least be wearing a jock strap? All this flashed through his mind in less than a second.

“Well, little buddy, where’s your sister?”

The red head tore his eyes away from the huge penis and to the face so far above him. The face was smiling down at him. The smile seemed to be asking another question as well, “Do you like what you see down there?”

Jerry decided after a moments hesitation it was only fair that he tell. Besides it was the real reason he’d invited his friend over. It was just the larger man’s sudden forcefulness that scared him a little. “She was in the backyard sunning herself a few minutes ago.” He pointed into his bedroom and added, “Go in there. You can see if she is still there.”

“See! That wasn’t so hard was it?” his friend asked, reaching out his hand to help Jerry up. A moment later he was back on his feet. Tom gestured with his arm miming, “After you.” As the red head entered his room he stooped to retrieve the sodas.

“Oh, I better go and get some more soda, cause these have been shaken up.” He turned to head back downstairs, but his friend grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him back toward the window.

“Let’s see what the view is like, little buddy.”

Jerry walked to the window very much aware of the bigger boy behind him. Sure enough, Diane was still out there. Now she was sitting cross-legged on her towel speaking on her smart phone. She was much less exposed, bending forward at the waist her breasts were hidden. Cascading thick golden blond hair was her only visible charm.

“Um, I was hoping that she was a ginger,” came a disappointed voice from behind him. “Like you.”

“Set those cans down,” Tom said as he ran his fingers gently through the red head’s hair.

After placing them on the window sill, he dropped his hands back to his side. He was surprised when his right arm encountered something very warm rubbing against it. “What the heck,” he thought. He turned and looked down. “Tom! You’re naked!” exclaimed the smaller man. There rising lewdly from his friend’s groin was an awakening penis.

Somehow Tom had managed to strip off his clothes in the time it took to cross the room. Tom’s response was a denial, “Don’t be silly little buddy. I still have my shoes on!”

Half aroused when first seen, the penis grew, stretching straighter. It went from a slightly downward curved appendage to a ramrod straight tower of flesh as Jerry watched spellbound. It twitched with life as it came to attention. It was breathtaking and he felt a little dizzy.

Jerry tore his eyes away from the massive penis. He took in the sight of his friend’s muscular body. It was like a wall of smooth warm flesh. He could feel heat radiating from it. He felt himself blushing bright red. Then with a quick glance back down at the stalk that was the rampant erection, he turned away and stared out the window again.

It took a few minutes before his mind was calm enough to see what he was looking at. When he did he saw his sister laying out on her back again. Done with her conversation, she was relaxing behind sunglasses, perhaps even asleep. “She has a nice tan, but she’s going to have tan-lines.” Tom commented.

“Actually she usually sunbathes in the nude.” Jerry replied truthfully.

“That must be hard on you little buddy.” the taller man said in a slot oyna quiet voice.

“Sometimes.” Jerry whispered. Especially when he had friends over. They always stood where the two of them where now and stared. Of course none of his other friends would have stripped down displaying their erections. Or if they had, he suspected theirs would not be as large, as powerful.

At some point his friend had wrapped his arms around him. He could feel the heat of the naked body even through his clothes. Jerry had dressed carefully before the visit, choosing a simple but nice button down shirt and his newest jeans. Now because of his nervousness and the real warmth produced by the body contact, he could feel the sweat beginning to mess up his clothes. He was glad he was wearing an undershirt to stop it from soaking through his clothes.

“Tom must have taken a shower after practice,” Jerry thought as he caught a whiff of soap and deodorant. He wished he had showered.

“Here, let’s get this off.” Fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt from the top down. He thought about protesting, but it would feel cooler. He even reached down and helped by pulling the shirt out from the jeans. Then after the last button had been undone he slid his arms out of the sleeves while his friend held it for him. It was much cooler once it was off.

“Thanks,” he said.

In the yard below, Diane had evidently woken from her nap, because she had untied her top and was now topless. “Nice tits!,” came the voice behind him. A change in the tone and intensity of the voice betrayed Toms growing interest in the view. Another softer sound made it clear that his friend was taking an interest in something else. His penis. A slow steady sound of skin sliding on skin came from behind.

A drop of sweat rolled down Jerry’s forehead ran along his nose and dropped from its tip. He shrugged out of his undershirt and tossed it to the floor. It felt deliciously cool to be free of the damp shirt, even more delicious to be half naked with his friend. His hand moved to the front of his jeans. He felt his hardness through the thick fabric as he tried to secretly rub its length. His penis had escaped his jockey shorts, but it was trapped within the confines of his new jeans. Still as uncomfortable as it was, Jerry’s eyes closed as he rubbed the hard bump down his leg.

“Mmm,” sighed his friend behind him. “Feels so good doesn’t little buddy?”

The red head answered with a nod. Realizing he had been caught red-handed so to speak. He squeezed his penis more firmly, no use trying to hide it now. It would be so much better if he pulled down his pants, but he just couldn’t. It would be too embarrassing.

“It’ll be better if you lose the jeans, dude,” Tom pointed out. “Look at her.”

Jerry opened his eyes and saw his sister had slipped off the black bikini bottom. Her legs were closed so her private place couldn’t be seen, but enough was visible for them to see she obviously shaved down there. It was something which pleased Tom as his exclamation make clear, “Sweet. Shaved pussy!”

Jerry realized that naked genitals must one of his friend’s hot buttons He couldn’t get the smooth hairless groin which he’d seen out of his mind. In fact it was only the fear of dying of shame which kept him from turning and studying the huge erection he knew was behind him. He longed to take a closer look at that amazing penis and the shaved balls which hung beneath. Maybe when Tom’s attention became riveted on the scene below.

“‘What the heck,” he thought as he unfastened his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. He grew redder if it was possible as he began to push them down his slender hips. He looked down and remembered he was still wearing his shoes. Bending over to untie them his butt bumped into Toms thighs.

“Pardon me,” he said absurdly polite given the situation. The taller man stepped to his right and Jerry was able to reach his shoes. It took longer than usual to complete the operation because he was distracted by the sound of masturbating so close to him. Finally after almost falling over he managed to remove his shoes. He straightened up and continued pushing off his jeans until he kicked them from around his ankles. Now he was standing in just his underwear next to his naked friend.

Embarrassed? Yeah, but also thrilled and turned on like he’d never been before. He reached into his shorts and adjusted his erection until it stuck out from the elastic band on top. He wondered what Tom would think of it. Probably nothing at all since the naked man was fixated on his sister. She had opened her legs a little, enough to show off her pussy. Tom felt a stab of guilt for thinking of her thing as a pussy, but Tom thought of it as such. He watched until one hand slowly glided from a hard erect nipple, down her flat tummy onto the mound which was her pussy.

“You’re a lucky guy, little buddy! Must be nice to have such a gorgeous sister!”

Like the dozen or so times before when he’d had a friend or friends canlı casino siteleri over, Jerry turned away from the spectacle. She was his sister after all. Just like all those other occasions his visitor became oblivious to anything except the sight of a gorgeous woman giving herself intense pleasure. What was different about this occasion was today’s visitor was providing a spectacle Jerry could watch. Indeed, one he would savor.

Jerry first hurried to the bed room door, and quietly shut it. Then he turned back towards the window and stared at the beautiful naked athlete who stood before him. Now that he was clearly out of his friend’s sight, he felt better about getting naked himself. He slid his underwear off his slender hips, down his skinny legs and stepped out of them. According to Tom’s definition he still wasn’t naked. After all, he still wore his black dress socks. Gosh he felt so naughty and turned on.

His penis stood at an acute angle to his stomach. Not quite half the size of the bigger man’s erection, it was much harder than it had ever been before. So hard it ached. He grabbed it with one hand and stroked it which seemed to help. In less than a minute he had to let go, because he could feel himself about to shoot. It was much too soon for that.

He studied the naked muscular shoulders, back, and buttocks of the man. He studied the strong thighs and huge bunched calves. The sight was like a young Greek god in running shoes. Best of all Jerry was sure he could savor the sight for as long as it took for his sister to climax. It was time to get closer.

“Oh yeah … finger your cunt,” his friend said.

Jerry stepped forward, moving as silently as he could. Once when his knee made a popping noise he stopped, afraid his friend would turn around. Then realizing the man was absorbed in his lustful thoughts and actions, Jerry continued forward until he stood only a couple feet to the left of his target. At last he was able to see the magnificent erection.

“She’s got three fingers in it!” Tom exclaimed in amazement.

Seen from the side, even the large pumping fist could not totally obscure it. A good two inches of penis flesh extended beyond the man’s circling fingers even when they rose nearest to the tip. An incredible five inches were exposed after a downward stroke. Over and over again, up and down went the hand with a steady rhythm, hypothesizing Jerry with lust. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever imagined, let alone seen.

Bending at the waist, Jerry brought his face closer to the engorged head. He was amazed at the size and shiny red color. As he watched a pearl of clear fluid emerged from the hole at its tip, he found himself leaning closer.

“She’s .. so … fucking … hot.”

The drop slowly sank down lower and lower glistening in the light. It was attached to its source by a thin strand which stretched until it reached the breaking point. The strand snapped and the drop fell to the carpet. His gaze followed its fall. “What a waste,” he thought.

How would it have tasted? Would it taste like his own? The questions ran through his mind. He felt himself blush all over again, which was silly. “He can’t read your mind,” he told himself.

His was drawn quickly back to the cock. “Yes it was a cock,” he acknowledged to himself. A wonderfully meaty cock, thick, long and pulsating.

“Mmm … she … is … so … slutty!” his friend said and something about the way it was said made Jerry realize time was running out. He also noticed a subtle change in the way the man was moving. Instead of pumping his fist up and down, he was now using a back and forth thrusting of his hips. Holding the cock in a motionless hand resulted in the same rhythmic sensations to the organ.

Wanting to memorize every detail of the scene for mental playback at a later time, the red head moved as close as he dared. He took hold of his own throbbing penis, knowing time was short and his hair trigger wouldn’t matter now.

“Mmm … she … is… about … to … cum!” said his friend.

Then Jerry realized he had an extreme closeup head on view of the engorged cock. His friend had turned towards him, confronting him with his beautiful cock. It was there in all its live glory, inches from his lips on its forward thrusts. Whether Tom was aware he was there or not, didn’t enter into the mental math which drove Jerry’s decision. It was more a question of clean up. If he didn’t do it, Tom’s mess would get everywhere. At least that is the way his mind rationalized what he was about to do.

Timidly he stuck his tongue out and touched the cock’s crown as it came towards him. He was amazed at the heat of it. Then it was gone as the hips that powered the thrust pulled it away. Jerry waited opened mouth for its return.

“Mmm … I’m … going … to … cum!”

When the cock returned his lips were forced wide, stretching to accommodate the powerful thrust. He was surprised not by the crown’s hardness, but its smoothness. He wasn’t able to engulf more than the head before drawing back his own head for fear he wouldn’t be able to breathe. He found the taste to be overpoweringly erotic. Instead of again pulling away with a backward thrust, the cock seemed to press forward .

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