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Author’s Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

The wedding day had finally arrived. No one had told Lexxi about her fiancée’s drunken incident and the couple was getting ready for the happiest day of their lives. I was sitting in the second row, waiting for the brides to arrive.

We had been waiting for quite some time and I was starting to get worried. Had something happened? Had someone told Lexxi what had happened at Nikki’s bachelorette party? Had she called off the wedding? But all of my fears vanished the second the bridal chorus started playing.

As I turned to glance at the back of the church, I realized something. It was my first time attending a lesbian wedding and I had no idea what to expect. Would they both be wearing wedding dresses? Would they both be wearing tuxedos? Or would they mix things up and each wear one?

What I saw were my two friends wearing the most beautiful wedding dresses I had ever seen. Unlike the frilly white gowns you see in movies, they wore plain white dresses. They were quite revealing and clung to their slim bodies with surprising closeness. In other words, they were hot. Fucking hot!

Their respective fathers were walking them down the aisle and oohs and aahs fused from the crowd as they passed. But what emerged from me was arousal. By the time they reached the altar, I was so horny that a powerful fantasy had started growing within me. I knew it was the worst possible time to fantasize, but it was already too late. The last thing I saw before reality faded was Lexxi and Nikki.

I glanced around. Everything looked the same, but I knew from experience that it was not. The world surrounding me was part of my fantasy and none of it was real. casino siteleri As usual, that meant I could do whatever I pleased without fear of repercussion. However, I decided to remain seated and see what happened. Luckily, my perverse mind quickly found a cure for my inaction.

Lexxi and Nikki were still standing at the altar and the priest was getting ready to begin the ceremony. But the brides cut him off before he could even begin.

“We have an announcement to make,” began Lexxi.

I glanced around, but from the confused glances I received, it was clear no one knew what the big news was. Fortunately, the answer was so revealed.

“We’re not getting married,” announced Nikki.

A collective gasp rose from the crowd. Realizing what she had done, Nikki quickly added, “What I meant to say was: We’re not getting married yet. We have one last thing to do first.”

Sighs fused form the crowd, but the most prominent emotion was by far confusion. What was this thing they had to do? And why did they have to do it now? But the question that would soon outweigh all others was: And how the hell was I involved?

“Barbie, could you please join us?” asked Lexxi.

I was so shocked by the unexpected invitation that I just sat there. It was not until my neighbor nudged me that I snapped out of it. Knees weak and brow furrowed, I made my way up the stairs leading to the altar. I gave the brides a questioning look, but neither of them acknowledged it. Instead, they focused on the crowd and started speaking again.

“This is Barbie,” said Nikki, gesturing to me.

“And she was in charge of picking the stripper for the bachelorette parties,” continued Lexxi.

I just stood there, totally confused. Why were they announcing this to the world? What did any of it have to do with the mysterious task they wanted to complete before tying the knot? Unfortunately, I was about to find out.

“But that is not all she did,” Nikki went on.

“She also had sex with the bride,” announced Lexxi.

The crowd gasped. And so did I.

“Both brides,” added Nikki.

The crowd gasped again. I did too, but for an entirely different reason. I had just figured out this was not a new fantasy. It was actually the continuation of my two previous ones. From what I had just learned, it was clear slot oyna Lexxi and Nikki had fessed up to one another. But that still did not explain why they were telling everyone. However, I was once again about to find out.

“Strip!” ordered Lexxi as she turned to me.

I was so surprised by the unexpected command that I just stood there, staring at her with a blank expression. It was not until Nikki repeated her wife-to-be’s order than I realized what was happening. They were punishing me for seducing them.

Under normal circumstance, I would have been totally freaked out and most likely would have run out of there. But seeing how this was a fantasy, I decided to play along.

“What now?” I asked once I had removed my clothes. I was feeling rather shy as every single eyeball in the church remained glued to me. But I was in good shape and had nothing to be ashamed of, so I just stood there and waited to see how things would unfold.

“This!” said Lexxi and Nikki in unison as they tore their dresses off. Underneath, they were completely naked but for the large, bright-pink strapons that stood perfectly erect between their legs. I quickly recognized them as the strapons they had received at their bachelorette parties. What I did not know was how the hell they had managed to keep them hidden all this time. But it did not matter. The sight of them told me my punishment would be sexual in nature and that was all I cared about.

“Kneel!” ordered Lexxi, officially confirming my suspicions.

“Now suck!” added Nikki as she thrust her silicone cock into my face.

I parted my lips and leaned forward. Within seconds, I was lustfully sucking her spear, forcing it in and out of my mouth. But I was forced to change tactics when Lexxi shoved her own prick into my face.

I quickly came up with a plan and started alternating between the two plastic schlongs. I sucked one for a few seconds before switching to the other. Of course, I made sure to jerk off whatever cock was not in my mouth to ensure neither of my lovers felt left out. It seemed to work, because they soon ordered me to stop.

I knelt there, waiting for my next command. I could feel the burn of hundreds of eyes on my back, but ignored it and instead watched Nikki lie on the floor. Her now vertical strapon just stood there, waiting canlı casino siteleri for me to mount it. But I knew better than to act without being ordered to, so I waited.

It only took a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. I was so eager that I did not even listen to the command. I simply got on all fours and shuffled toward Nikki. Within seconds, I was over her and had the tip of her silicone manhood pressing up against my engorged labia. I peered down at her with lust-filled and waited for permission to lower myself onto her “cock”.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned when the command was finally given and I felt the large spear slither deeper and deeper into me. But as great at it the prick felt in my soaking-wet poon, it was only the beginning.

I soon felt Lexxi grab my waist and I realized she was now kneeling behind me. But that was not all she was doing.

“Fuck!” I moaned. She had just jerked forward and the strapon was now shooting up her asshole. But it did not remain within me for long. Fortunately, that was only because Lexxi had started pounding me. Each one of her thrusts sent my body rocking forward, thus forcing Nikki’s prick into my cunt. As I rocked back and forth, the two shafts were reputedly propelled in and out of me.

My moans echoed throughout the church for a few moments before I felt a powerful orgasm grow within me. Of course, that only increased the intensity of my cries.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!” I eventually shrieked. My body began to convulse and my soaking-wet pussy quickly overflowed. My moans lingered on as I squirted all over my two lovers. Throughout what could very well have been the most powerful orgasm of my life, Lexxi and Nikki continued pounding the shit out of me.

Unfortunately, I only made it halfway through my orgasm before I was snapped back to reality. One quick glance at my surroundings told me I was back in the second row, fully dressed and free of cum. The entire crowd was cheering, but it was not until I focused on Lexxi and Nikki that I figured out why. They were kissing, which could only mean one thing. They were now married.

As happy as I was for them, I experienced a sudden feeling of loss. Fantasizing about my two engaged friends was one thing, but picturing myself having sex with a happily married couple was too perverse even for me. But that did not mean I could not cherish the four intense fantasies their wedding had brought me. And cherish them I will for years to come.

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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez

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I was in high school in the 60’s as some of you may know that was a very different time. With rock and roll, the war and free sex. I was a very shy k**, had several girlfriends but never got more than a grope of a tit.

This all change when a friend of my mom took me under her wing. Dawn was so very hot in so many ways. Green eyes Blonde hair and a great figure. At about 5ft 6 with 34 B breast that I would soon find stood straight out, she may have been 110 lbs. If that and always wore tight clothes that would show off her hot body. She was so many of my wet dreams. Her husband was a very cool guy worked hard and always appeared to worship Dawn. I never ever thought anything would ever happen between Dawn and I. This all changed in the early spring of my senior year.

As the war was in high gear and the draft in place, I felt it was best to pick where I want to go so, I enlisted into the Marines. This was the best thing I ever did with my life. With graduation from school coming closer and leaving for basic training right after I was feeling excited and sad. My long-time girlfriend wanted nothing to do with me after she found out I had joined the Marnie’s. My senior prom was a disaster as my girlfriend dumped me a couple of days before the prom. As so many guys I was hoping to hit a home run after the prom. When Dawn found out I had been dumped she asked me if I would like to come over to her place the night of the prom. Her husband was casino siteleri very much in favor of the idea. So, on prom night I went to dinner with my mom’s friend, I felt like a loser.

When I gone to their house, I was met by Dawn’s husband Jim who told me to come in and asked if I wanted a drink. Being u******e I said no with that he laughed and asked me if I had ever had a drink before. I said yes, so he asked again to which I said yes. He went to get both of us a beer. When he returned, he gave me the beer and said Dawn was dressing for dinner and would be out in a couple of minutes. He was asking me about my choice of the Marine’s and making small talk about how bad the war was going which I was trying not to listen to. To say that Dawn knew how to make an entrance would be a understatement. She walked into the room in a very small and very short dress with go-go boots. She was everything my dreams everywhere and so much more.

She walked over to her husband and kissed him in a way I have never seen. She rubbed against him and his hands roamed all over her body. I didn’t know what to do or say all I could do was watch. She then came over to me took my hand pulling me up and kissing me. Her tongue was running wild and I could feel the excitement building in my penis. I was shocked at what was happening with her husband in the room with us. When she broke her kiss away, she said that they had a very special night planned for me. slot oyna Her husband said he was proud to know me and that they had been planning this evening for some time. The point he said was to give me something so wonderful and special that I would never forget it.

Dawn took my hands and placed them on her breasts and said go ahead feel that and enjoy them. As my hands cupped them, she keeps kissing and rubbing against me. I was afraid she would notice how hard she was making me. I was so unsure what to do next. Was her husband going to become upset? Was she going to stop me and be mad at me for getting hard? What was happening here was all I could think and then hoping it was not going to stop.

It was as if she could read my mind that she stopped and looked me in my eyes and said tonight she was all mine and anything I wanted to do to her was fine. Her husband said this was my reward for wanting to service my county at a time most where unwilling to. I still had no idea what I should do, should I run out the door or should I see where this takes me. Well as most guys know at this time the little head took over. I am so glad it did.

Dawn sat down pulling me next to her on the sofa. She held me against her body kissing and starting to run her hands across my chest and working ever so lower. My hands where all over her breasts I could feel her nipples growing as I rubbed them though her dress. I also realized she is braless which I canlı casino siteleri had never seen her do before. With her husband Jim watching I was not sure how much more they would let me do.

The next thing I see is Jim pulling his cock out. This made me stop dead, I had no idea what to do now. Dawn kissed me and whispered he is only aloud to watch us he will not stop us or touch us. With that she stood up and pulled her dress off as it fell to the floor so did my jaw. She was totally nude with a smooth bare pussy with only white go-go boots on. This was the first time I ever seen a nude woman standing right in front of me and boy was I excited.

She stepped closer and placed my hand on her pussy, it was so soft, wet and hot. Holding my hand on her bare pussy she sat down and pulled me tight to her. With her guiding my hand I was exploring her wet dripping pussy. Meanwhile Jim had his clothes off stroking his cock. Dawn was so very patience with me. She told me now that I am the only one with any clothes on that should change right now. With that said she pulled my shirt off and my pants soon followed. With Jim sitting across the room playing with his cock and Dawn guiding my hand over her beautiful body my cock had never been harder than right then. She asked if I had ever tasted a woman to which I said no. With a smile she said that will change tonight as will so much more. She told me that this was my night and she was here for my pleasure. She then laid back on the sofa and opened her legs as wide as she could. I think my eyes popped out, here I am looking straight at the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen OK the first pussy I had ever seen and it was amazing.

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After spending the night ‘playing’ with Adian, I showered quickly and dressed to return to my office upstairs to work. Fortunately, most of my office ‘attire’ consisted of black skirts and suit coats with a variety of blouses or sweaters, so it wasn’t obvious that I was wearing the same outfit as I had on yesterday.

I arrived a little earlier than the usual 7:45 am time and spent a few moments reflecting over a cup of coffee. God, she made my pussy cream……..and I contemplated how much I really loved eating her pussy and fucking her ass-but it was confusing me at the same time.

I was married – I loved my husband and I loved sex with him. But having sex with Adian was making me feel sexually heightened and although I felt like a slut, I also liked being a slut when it came to muzzling my lips over her hairless pussy or licking her ass; and I loved watching her pretty face in my pussy as her tongue languished over my thighs and lapped my pussy lips and clit.

‘Ah, shit-time to think about business,’ I thought as I set my coffee cup down and logged on the computer.

Adian came into my office precisely at 8 am with a spreadsheet from a client who claimed they were charged twice for the same thing. She went directly to my computer to pull up the client’s account and I could smell her fresh shower and shampoo but also with a slight scent of pussy as she leaned over my desk to access the account on my computer. She stood next to me as she reached across my desk and I could see her bare ass and pussy lips.

Oh, my! I wanted so bad to run my fingers and tongue around those lips and ass!

“Adian, stop.” I said in a shaking voice. “I can’t look at your pussy without wanting to touch it and lick it. We have to lay some ground rules here so we both don’t get fired for fucking on the job.”

Adian stood up, tugged her skirt down to cover her ass………and then bent in to kiss me.

Her soft lips grazed mine and then she pushed her pointed tongue into my mouth. I moaned and sucked her tongue before flicking my tongue over her lips and into her mouth. Her lips circled my tongue and then sucked it deep into her mouth as her hand gently grazed my cheek.

“Yes, mam.” She said as she pulled her lips from mine-with a sparkle in her eye as she smiled at me.

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

My pussy was already tweaking from the glance of her sweet, bare ass and her hot kiss, so I was quivering a bit as I said, “We have a 15 minute break in the morning and afternoon, and an hour for lunch-unpaid- so that would be on our own time. I think we could fill the time-and NOT get in trouble; whether we’re eating lunch…..or eating pussy. We just need to be very discrete.”

“I understand completely,” Adian smiled. “I can work around those ‘parameters’.

She turned and left the room-still smiling, only to come back thirty minutes later and logged on the client’s account to show me where the mistake had been charged, how she debited the second charge to the client and the letter of apology to the client to acknowledge both the mistake and its correction. Besides being very sexual, Adian was also very competent.

I spent the next hour and a half viewing accounts, pouring over spreadsheets until I glanced up and saw it was 10 am-break time.

I opened the door to my office to find Adian’s desk vacant and Adian nowhere in sight. I went back to my desk disappointed; I thought I might at least run my hand over her pussy and push my finger up her wet hole or spend a few minutes running my tongue down her throat to lead my lips to her luscious nipple.

My panties were wet ….but the minutes ticked by and I realized she was spending her break elsewhere; I could only hope she wasn’t spending her lunch hour the same way.

Damn, that woman knew how to make me want her more!

Reluctantly, I got back into working and was completely absorbed when, two hours later, Adian walked into my office. She shut the casino siteleri door and dropped her blouse to the floor- toying with her nipples, which appeared to be rock hard. She pulled her breast up to suck her own nipple and when she released it, her nipple was wet with her saliva.

“It’s lunch time.” She said as she again flicked her tongue over her nipple. “What would you like for lunch?”

“You.” I rasped, smiling. “Licking your body from head to toe, your nipples in my mouth, my face buried in your pussy, and your juice wetting my face. With a little asslicking on the side, of course,” I said smiling. I couldn’t wait to taste her everywhere!

“Drop your skirt.”

Adian turned around and unzipped her skirt, dropping it slowly to give me a view of her flawless ass and her pussy lips-visibly juicy and wet- as she bent to pull the skirt from her ankles.

“Do you like the view?” she said as she arched her back and displayed her ass and pussy. Her hairless pussy lips were wet-I could see the dew on her lips- and my pussy was creaming at the sight and the thought of running my tongue over them.

“Oh, yes” I whispered. “Come closer and spread that pretty little ass over my desk so I can lick it properly.”

Wearing only her shoes, Adian strutted over to me; this woman was very aware of the effect she had on me-and many others, I suspected. She bent over my desk and arched her back; her hairless asshole in full sight, with her glistening pussy lips open and available to my tongue. I kissed my way up her thighs and kissed her ass cheeks before I ran my tongue down her ass crack to tongue her puckered little hole.

“Oh!” Adian jumped as my tongue wetted her butt hole. I smiled to myself-I was getting so turned on knowing I could make this beautiful young woman yearn for my tongue.

I dipped down to nuzzle her thigh and lightly ran my tongue over her pussy lips. Her breasts were pushed into my desk as she arched her ass in the air as I sat, still fully clothed, in my chair and ran my hands down her ass cheeks and I kissed her pussy lips- then flicked my tongue lightly over her clit.

“Pull your clothes off, Shelby,” she gasped quietly. “I want to feel your skin next to mine.”

I pushed my chair back and gazed at her pretty little ass bent over my desk and lightly ran my fingers over her smooth cheeks as I removed my clothes. Buck naked, I stood behind her and pushed my breasts into her back as my lips nuzzled her neck, my hands cupping her breasts and then began to kiss my way down her back. I gently licked my way down; I kissed her butt cheeks and then ran my tongue up and down her ass crack before I leaned in to kiss her asshole. I rimmed her hole with my tongue wet with saliva and then watched her butthole spasm and as it opened to my tongue.

“Ah, fuck, Shelby,” she cried as she turned slightly to grasp my hair and push my face into her ass.

I pushed my wet, pointed tongue in her sweet asshole and then rimmed my wet tongue around and around her hole, feeling it spasm as my wet tongue circled her asshole. Her musky smell filled my nose and I was even more turned on by her aroma.

I then sat back a little in my chair to watch her butthole spasm and her pussy juices drip onto my desk.

I kissed my way up her thigh, rubbing my hard nipples over her legs as I snaked my tongue toward her clit, gently flicking it before I lightly kissed her pussy lips. I pushed my tongue as far as I could up her cunt to fuck her with my tongue.

I could feel her wet pussy lips on my cheeks and hear her panting as my tongue fucked her like a little wet cock.

When I heard the office door shut…

I think my heart stopped at that point and I KNOW my mind went totally blank as pulled my tongue out of Adain’s cunt and looked up to see MY boss-the CEO of the company-Mr. Collin- standing in front of the door.

“Oh, fuck.” I heard Adian whisper. My mind went blank-I couldn’t even think to slot oyna say anything at that point.

“I think it would be a good idea if you actually LOCKED the door before engaging in private activities in your office,” Mr. Collin said quietly.

“Ittt was an oversight, Mr. Ccollin,” I stammered, realizing my cheeks must be visibly wet from Adian’s pussy juice.

“We’re on our lunch break-off of company time,” I added lamely.

I didn’t know a lot about Mr. Collin; he sporadically visited my office about once a month since his office was based out of Dallas and about 1500 miles from here-he made random visits-more to check in to help with any problems than to ‘micro-manage’.

He was about my age and although I hadn’t noticed his physical appeal before, I realized that he was quite attractive-tall, quite lean and tanned skin-blonde hair, deep blue eyes.

He reached behind and I heard the lock click shut.

“You’re obviously eating in today,” he said with a half grin. “AND eating out at the same time.”

As he walked closer, I could see the bulge in his dress pants grow as he approached my desk.

“Please…don’t let me disrupt your lunch. Continue eating.” He said as he peered openly into Adian’s ass.

I leaned my face toward Adian’s pussy and lightly ran my tongue over her lips while side-glancing at Mr. Collins. I was feeling extremely self-conscientious but bent in to graze my tongue lightly over her bare pussy lips. I could hear Mr. Collin’s heavy breath as he bent in close to watch me lick Adian’s pussy lips. I ran my tongue slowly up her lips and dipped my tongue into her wet pussy; I could hear my slurping tongue as it fucked her tunnel.

“Oh, YES, Shelby,” she whispered hoarsely, “Fuck me with your tongue.”

“Oh, yes, Shelby,” I heard Mr. Collins rasp from next to me. “I want to watch you fuck her with your tongue. I’ve always had fantasies of watching two women together. Fuck her hard with your tongue.”

I pushed my tongue as far as it would go up her cunt, becoming braver as he goaded me on. I felt Mr. Collin’s cheek next to mine as he poked his face close to my cheek to peer into Adian’s pussy as my tongue strained to fill her tunnel.

I felt his hand cup my breast and his fingers began to play with my nipple and heard his panting breath as he watched me lick her pussy.

“Ah, fuck, Shelby, I’m coming!” Adian cried as she bucked her crotch into my face. I pushed my tongue up as far as it would reach and felt her cunt spasm around my tongue as she came. As her spasms began to slow, I nuzzled her bare pussy lips and ran my pointed tongue lightly across her clit -and then turned to Mr. Collins.

His face was a little red as he slowly reached down to unzip his pants; his breath was heavy on my hair as he bent in close to Adian’s pussy. His hand continued to slowly caress my breast and his fingers played with my hard nipple.

I turned to him and pulled his head to my mouth…I ran my tongue around his lips-knowing my mouth was wet from her juices.

“Can you taste her pussy now?” I whispered. “Isn’t she sweet?”

Mr. Collins licked his lips and I saw his hand stroking his cock as he licked the taste of Adian’s pussy off his lips.

“I want to fuck her,” he whispered hoarsely.

“No, not yet,” I said with a smile. “She’s MY employee and I’m not finished.”

“Adian, get up on your knees, please.”

Adian placed her knees on my desk and raised her pretty ass in the air. I started kissing the inside of her knee and ran my tongue up the inside of her leg-stopping just short of where my tongue would touch her pussy and started my tongue running up the other leg.

I could see Mr. Collin stroking and his cock was getting harder as I licked my way up to Adian’s asshole.

My mouth found Adian’s asshole and kissed it like I kissed her mouth.

“Oh, fuck my ass with your tongue, Shelby. Oh, PLEASE!” Adian cried.

I licked my tongue canlı casino siteleri around her hole and poked the tip of it into her hole as her ass hole began to spasm.

“She has such a pretty little ass, doesn’t she?” I asked Mr. Collin.

“You don’t just expect me to just watch, do you?!” Mr. Collin whispered hoarsely. I looked over to see his cock at full attention, and very impressive in its size.

“Would you like a little taste of that smooth pussy, Mr. Collin?” Without replying, he bent in to lick her wet pussy lips and I leaned in to lick her wet asshole.

“Shelby, I think our lunch hour is over and you said we can’t ‘play’ on company time, remember?” Adian said with a hint of humor in her voice.

“Fuck the lunch hour,” Mr. Collin rasped. “Consider this time on the clock as a mandatory company meeting!”

I wetted Adian’s ass with my saliva and sat back in my chair. “It’s a pretty impressive cock, Adian. I think you’d love to get fucked up the ass with it.”

“Mmm, love a hard cock in my ass,” Adian panted “but I want to lick your pussy as he fucks me. Sit on my face-please, Shelby?”

I got up out of my chair and ran my fingers up her thighs. “Turn over, dear, and lay on your back.”

Adian turned around and lay with her back on my desk, her long black hair hanging over the edge as I climbed on my desk, placing my knees on each side of her head.

Mr. Collin pushed the chair away from the other side of the desk as I pulled Adian’s legs in the air to give him full view-and access-to her pussy and ass. I squatted down so Adian’s tongue could do its charm on my clit as I watched him push his cock into her pussy a few times to get it wet and then push it slowly into her asshole.

“oh, YES,” I heard Adian’s muffled voice from the depths of my pussy as Mr. Collins pushed the head of his cock inside her ass hole. His eyes were watching Adian’s tongue slither along my pussy lips as he slowly pushed his cock completely into Adian’s ass; my pussy was so wet watching him fuck her, I could feel my juices dripping into Adian’s mouth. Her hot, wet mouth covered my pussy and then her tongue reached out to lick all around and over my clit. The feeling was wonderful!

Mr. Collins began to rub her pussy and clit and he inserted two fingers deep in her pussy as his cock stroked her ass.

“Oh, fuck that feels so good!” Adian’s muffled voice came up from my pussy and as Mr. Collin pushed his cock harder and faster up her ass, she wrapped her hands around my ass to bring my pussy closer to her face as she lapped her oh-so-wet tongue over my clit and sucked the juices from my cunt. I was smothering her face with my pussy, trying to get her entire tongue up my pussy as I watched Mr. Collin push his dick into her ass faster and faster. Her tongue was all over my pussy and I felt my boobs bouncing as I pushed my pussy up and down to meet her tongue.

I felt her mouth encircle my clit and suck it gently…and then harder…and I began to spasm into her beautiful mouth as I saw Mr. Collin push his cock in her ass and throw his head back as he came in Adian’s ass.

“Ahhhh,” he cried as he came. At the same time, Adian’s whole body began to spasm and I could feel the waves come over me as my pussy spasmed around her tongue, my toes curling and chills running down my spine. Her whole mouth covered my pussy, her hands pulling my ass to her as I creamed into her face, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I bent over her body to kiss her mound as I watched Mr. Collin slowly withdraw his cock from Adian’s ass.

He shook his cock a couple of times and the last remaining cum flew through the air before he tucked his penis back into his pants.

“Ladies, “he said without a stain or a wrinkle in his silk suit, “it’s been a pleasure.”

He walked to the door and looked back before shutting it to get a last view of Adian’s tongue sliding over my wet pussy lips and my mouth on her mound.

“If I didn’t have a meeting in ten minutes, I’d want to carry this one on,” he said as he closed and LOCKED the door to my office.

I assumed that was permission to continue THIS meeting-which we did-for the rest of the day.

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The house feels both stuffy and cold.

This is an entirely new feeling for her, as just months earlier she was one of those individuals who required a chilly base temperature of 68 degrees in order to remain in homeostasis. But it’s been uncomfortably cold in her home these days, and thus the outdoors calls to her with its mild, mid-70s evening air. So she gathers her supplies (phone, blanket, flipflops) and slips out the kitchen door into her backyard.

Padding across the porch, she barely looks up as she makes her way to the furthest part of the yard where she’s strategically placed her hammock. She laughs inwardly as she begins to sit. It’s taken about six months to finally get to the point where she can semi-gracefully lay herself down without a catastrophic flipping, tumbling, and swearing to the gods old and new, situation, and she smiles gently as she does, reveling briefly in the accomplishment. It is the small things in life after all.

After settling in and wrapping her blanket around her bare legs, she checks her phone idly for him. He’s nowhere at the moment though; not in group chat or in their private space. She takes the opportunity to scroll through the days multileveled conversation. Some of it banal (work is work and will always be work), and some of it important in ways which can’t be described (though oh, how they’ve tried).

She grins at the dichotomy — at the realness of this thing that started in the most artificial of places. Her grin mutes itself down to a half smile as she peacefully considers the rawness of their sometimes, though rare, mundanity: the hallmarks of their reality; the things that remind them, more than anything else, that they are just two people. Those stamps are proof that there is more to them than intense fantasy or amusing banter-filled frivolity — those things which, while perfect in their own rights, also have a tendency to burn out quickly. ‘No,’ she thinks. ‘There is more here.’

There lays with them a strong foundation.

A foundation which they have been building over these past months, piece by piece; moment by moment. And it’s those small moments — the tiny stones — that seems to matter the most.

His hand silently outstretched for the crumpled receipt she would have tossed in her purse. He’ll hold it until they find a trashcan.

Her lips on his forehead after she sets down his breakfast.

The cherishing look he gives her as he pushes her on a park swing.

The way they dance in the middle of the room; her twirling under his arm while he looks on with amusement.

“Well done, madam. Very nice.”

She continues to read through their day with the tiny smile on her lips. Then, looking up towards the cloudless, starless, sky, she considers that there is far too much light pollution here, and she finds herself thinking — yet again — of going camping with him. The image of him relaxed in a chair, reading a book, and idly swaying her in the hammock fills her senses.

Staring up at the trees, she envisions that small moment, and soon she’s gone to it; her breaths falling evenly as her body eases into slumber.

Then, suddenly she hears him. Odd, considering his hand is already over her mouth tightly, but her body is so attuned to hearing him first and foremost, that she must be unable to even process any other sensations before it.

“Keep quiet, kitten. It’s just me.”

Of course, it is. It’s always him. To her, lately, it seems like all things are him until proven otherwise. Her eyes widen in surprise and eventual delight as he makes himself seen to her, closing in towards her. His eyes lock in on hers with an evil glint as he leans forward and presses his lips to her forehead gently; a juxtaposition that she knows she will never tire of.

He plants kisses lightly across her forehead and over to her ear as he quietly growls, “I need you kitten. And I’m going to take you right here in this backyard, do you understand?”

Her small and quick nod, made somewhat difficult by the restriction of his hand pressed tightly over her mouth, immediately sends familiar tingling sensations casino siteleri through her body. He awakens her easily from both her slumber and from her sexual dormancy.

“Now,” he says with an evil chuckle. “you’re going to have to be a good girl and keep it down while I make you cum. Can you do that for me?”

She can sense that, while fully present in this moment, he’s also clearly surrounded by a fog of need. She shivers and nods.

“Although,” he goes on, ignoring her as he roughly runs his free hand down her body and easily under the waistband of her shorts, “I still fully plan to keep my hand over your mouth as I claim you. You know,” he leans down to capture her earlobe between his teeth before whispering again, “just in case.”

He cups the warmth between her thighs possessively for a moment as he stares deeply into her eyes, searching for something, and finding it. He smirks. Her need. There it is; fierce and fiery, pleading yet proud.

She knows that he wants to be inside her immediately. She knows this because he always wants to be inside her immediately. She smirks ever so slightly under his palm as she presses into his hand, and he feels the twitch of her lips. With this, his resolve to not urgently slide two fingers inside her and fuck her body senseless is strengthened. No, he will tease her first.

He releases her pussy from his grasp and she inhales sharply against his hand, realizing only now how tightly he had been holding her there. Blood rushes back to the area as he lightly begins to trace his finger up and down her wet slit before letting it rest gently against her clit and begin it’s slow, maddening, circular teasing.

Her eyes widen and close on a constant loop as he circles her clit over and over, spreading her juices and taking his time in guiding her to a crashing orgasm. His pace remains steady as he watches the way her body undulates under his ministrations. Breaking his gaze away from the rhythmic movements of his hand in her shorts, he drags his eyes slowly up her body to meet hers. Still covering her mouth tightly with his other hand, he nods and mouths the words, “Good girl.”

With that, her body twitches and her eyes close for longer than a moment. She tries and fails to be more present, but he makes her lose herself in the best possible ways.

Suddenly, her eyes shoot open as his fingers roughly penetrate her. His growl is low and satisfied as her pussy squeezes around him pulling him in. She watches him, though barely, through her periphery as her head thrashes to the side. He curls his fingers, finding her spot, and his evil grin indicates to her that he knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s reminding her that he knows her and knows precisely how to work her body to get what he wants from her. Exactly when he wants it.

He continues, mercilessly (she feels almost effortlessly) working towards what he wants — sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy rapidly, curling them in just the right spots at just the right times to make her bite her lip under his hand in an impossible attempt to remain silent.

“You’re going to nod your head right before you cum,” he demands with eyebrows raised. “Do you think you can do that for me you gorgeous, desirable, perfect little slut?”

This last question is asked in a soft and patronizing tone, while he simultaneously, evilly, picks up the pace on her pussy; thrusting a bit harder and faster while abusing her clit with his thumb in a malevolent effort to make it difficult for her to respond.

Her eyes lock in on his as she silently growls in her mind (and tries to get him to see in her gaze) the thought, ‘You, fucker.’

He chuckles amusedly with no small amount of malice.

Still, she nods. She can do that.

He growls from somewhere very deep.

Now, he spares her no gentle accommodation as he slams his fingers into her, palm slapping her clit on each upward angled stroke. Her thighs spread wide for him. He feels so fucking amazing. More often than not, all of her cognitive ability is sacrificed to the altar of his incredible skill, but sometimes slot oyna she is barraged with a flood of what she can only describe as confused awe. How is he so amazing? How could he make her this wet? Why does his voice and laugh do things to her body that nothing else can?

“That’s fucking right,” he growls just loud enough for her to hear. “rock those hips into me.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, eyebrows raised pleadingly. Had she been writhing without even knowing it? Where the fuck was she? What year is it? Dear fucking GOD.

It’s rising now. That inevitable crash.

“Show me,” he demands as he shifts his weight and uses all the leverage he can gather to slam his fingers into her pussy and slap his palm against her clit.

“Show me how much you fucking love this.”

And so, she does; letting her hips rise and fall, chasing his hand, desperate to have him deeper. He groans and presses his hand firmly against her mouth as he locks eyes with hers.

“Don’t you dare fucking look away. Don’t you even fucking blink.”

Frantically, she begins nodding as she knows she’s about to cum, pleading up at him, his hand nearly sliding off her mouth as her head moves desperately up and down.

Then he stops everything.

And she wants to scream and thrash and groan and plead for him. But also, to strangle him to actual death. But she doesn’t. Because now his hand has slipped away from covering her mouth, and has cupped the side of her head, his thumb caressing her cheek as he brings his other hand up to her mouth.

Lightly, he runs a couple wet fingers over her well-bitten bottom lip, and her tongue snakes out instinctively to capture and suck on them. Still frustrated, even more so now that his cocky grin hovers above her, she sucks on his fingers greedily. ‘This fucker,’ she thinks as she tries to pin him with her own flame filled gaze.

He laughs and smirks, watching her devour him.

Then, his grin falters.

She’s grabbed his wrist and locked eyes with him yet again as she swirls her tongue around his fingers, taking them deep into her mouth. Now it’s her turn to smirk.

But not for long. A switch has been flipped, and suddenly she is being grabbed and hoisted to her feet as he pulls her close and kisses her; hungrily tasting her essence before pulling back and turning her away from him, wrapping one hand tightly around her wrist and holding it behind her back. He tangles the other hand in her hair at the base of her skull and guides her roughly to a dark corner of the yard.

Her knees are already trembling and weak, so really, it’s no trouble at all for him to push her roughly to the ground and follow suit. She thinks momentarily again of camping with him. A nearby lake. Him taking her in the firelight. As she considers that possibility, she’s brought back to the present by the sensation of her shorts being torn down her body and the sound of his pants being unzipped and hastily pushed down to mid-thigh. He stares at her wickedly as his hands push her legs open, the familiar and perfected pull of her muscles reminding her what being well stretched feels like.

And then, just before he thrusts his precum dripping cock into her, his hand covers her mouth once again and he growls down at her, “Just so you know, you can cum for me now like I know you need to.”

His cock slides easily balls deep inside her tight, soaking wet, pussy and he leaves it buried as he groans his appreciation. “It’s inevitable that you will as I claim what’s mine anyway.”

And then he fucks her as only he can. His desirous stare filling her entire view. She momentarily considers the fact that she doesn’t need to see stars when she has him above her like this — there’s no better view. She finds herself wondering again. Confused awe.

One part obstinate at being owned, one part pleading for more, and (so often at the forefront) one part pure fucking incredulity. How? How is it so good? Has it always been this good? Has this always existed? How could she have gone so long without it? People know about fucking, but do they know about THIS? How does he know canlı casino siteleri exactly what to do and when to do it? How does it fit so. fucking. well? Just how?

His hunger, need, and malicious intent of complete and total ownership of her body rests on the surface of his face. He doesn’t hide that he knows she’s his as he watches her cycle through her puzzlement at their impossible connection. They both know that part of why she belongs to him is due to his ability to do this to her — to know her, and see her, and give her what she needs while taking what’s his. He uses her body for his own pleasure without remorse because he sees in her eyes that she desires exactly that. The positive feedback loop of both of them getting exactly what they need is the rarest form of pure decadence.

He confirms through gritted teeth his ownership of her as he quietly, confidently, cockily mutters his intentions to use her body. Fill her body. Claim her body. All the while his incessant, pounding, perfect rhythm continues on as he works towards his own need to cum.

Oh, and of course he brings her several crashing orgasms, but they go largely ignored on his part. He knew he would bring her pleasure. It was, as he said, an inevitability. The knowing of this fact lets him use her body for exactly what he chases. He can be nuanced another time, any time. She’s his to use however he wishes. And right now, he wants to cum inside her wet willing pussy, and he knows she wants it too. Her eyes are begging, pleading, urging him to do it. Take what’s his; give her what she wants.

He sees her egging him on and he leans down low as his breathing grows erratic and shallow. “You want me to fill your pussy full of my cum, don’t you?” he asks rhetorically. “You want to feel me lose control and unload in you as you cum around my cock.”

He continues the assault on her pussy and her mind as he growls depravities in her ear, knowing exactly what she needs to hear to get there.

Then he looks directly into her eyes again, gazes locked and foreheads pressed together tightly. She doesn’t look away. She doesn’t even blink.

“You are mine,” he hisses “You are my incredible, beautiful, amazing, whore.”

His last word escapes with a faltering gasp as he loses himself, holding her down tightly and cumming deep inside her pussy.

To their credit neither of them makes enough sound to alarm the neighbors. She gasps, her mouth wide open in silent pleasurable agony as he twitchingly fills her, while he hisses through gritted teeth continuing to fuck her through his own orgasm.

She watches him as he comes down from the place he was in. She sees the animal retreat as the man returns. She watches the evil malicious look fade as the adoring one takes over, and just before he leans down to kiss her passionately, she wipes her hand affectionately over his wet forehead. Their kiss lingers for several delicious moments before he drops down next to her and settles her into him so that he can rock their bodies gently on the soft grass.

She takes a deep inhale and lets her body melt into his as she releases the air back into the night. He kisses her forehead. They both catch their breath happily.

Then he makes a forever moment.

He pulls her to her feet, and walks them over to face a dark window of the house. He holds her to him tightly; arms wrapped protectively not possessively around her as his head rests on her shoulder, cocked to one side. He nods to the woman standing before them.

“I cherish you this way,” he says quietly. “my cum dripping out of you, your hair tousled from the ground, and my kisses still visible on your skin.”

He tilts his head slightly more to kiss her neck before continuing, “I cherish you that way just as much as I do when you are cuddled carefully in my arms. These are two sides of the same coin.”

His hands run up and down her form before he kneels down to help her put her shorts back on.

As he slowly pulls them back up her body, planting kisses on the way up, she looks at herself, now alone in the reflection.

Her hair is tousled, but beautifully so. Her eyes are tired, but brimming with excitement. Her smile has some pain in it, but also resilience.

She looks at herself and sees, for the first time perhaps, that she is there.

She is there now.

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Jeff Saw nothing of Tina for the next few days. He did notice a young woman pull up in her car outside and walk to Tina’s door on the Sunday but nothing of Tina. He did hope she was OK after her trauma of the previous day, she had been in quite a state, he was sure she’d suffered a panic attack. He hoped her visitor was a friend, at least she’d have some company.

It was Thursday evening around seven when there was a knock at his door, opening it he found Tina smiling up at him holding something out to him in her hands.

“Hello Tina, what’s this?” He asked.

“Just a little thank you for the other day,” she replied.

Taking her gift from her he said, “come in, fancy a cuppa?” he asked.

“That would be nice,” replied Tina as she stepped inside.

“Come through while I put the kettle on,” said Jeff as he lead the way.

As they entered the kitchen and Jeff placed Tina’s gift on the worktop he asked, “so what’s this then?”

“I baked my hero a cake, hope it’s alright, I’m not a great cook,” said Tina.

“You didn’t have to do that but I appreciate the thought, you’re very kind. And don’t call me your hero, I’m hardly that. Anyway how are you now?” asked Jeff.

“Yeah, no I’m fine, still not sure why I reacted like that,” she replied.

“Tea or coffee?” he asked.

“coffee please, milk one sugar,” she replied.

As Jeff prepared their drinks he asked, “so did you still want me to sort that damage out for you?”

“That would be great if you really don’t mind,” said Tina.

As he passed her coffee to her and led the way to the lounge, “I’d be happy to do it, when would be convenient for you?” he asked.

“Anytime at the weekend if that’s good for you, there’s no rush though if you’re busy,” she said.

“We’ll say Saturday then. Might be an idea to swap phone numbers just in case anything changes, we can always rearrange,” said Jeff.

“Yeah good idea,” agreed Tina.

“So tell me Tina, do you have a boyfriend?” Jeff asked.

“Err, well no, boys aren’t my thing normally,” said Tina.

“Sorry Tina I didn’t mean to pry, it’s none of my business,” said Jeff.

“No I don’t mind, it’s just that some people can be funny about that sort of thing,” she explained.

“Yeah I know, some people are so closed minded I’m afraid. So you have a girlfriend?” Jeff asked.

“Well no not really, I have girlfriends that I see regularly but I’m not in a relationship as such. You might say I have friends with benefits…does that shock you?” she asked.

“No not at all, I think the most important thing is to be happy in life, are you happy Tina?” he asked.

Well yes, it suits me, at the moment anyway. Who knows in the future I might want something more,” she replied.

“Good for you. There is something that confuses me though…last weekend…what we did!” Jeff probed.

“It happens sometimes, you were so kind and well, you are an attractive man you know, and I do have a bit of a weakness for older men at times,” said Tina.

“As long as you don’t think I took advantage of you when you were vulnerable.” he said.

“No of course not. While we’re on the subject, it’s obvious you have a thing for feet, one of my girlfriends has a foot fetish and I must admit I think it’s rubbing off on me,” said Tina laughing at the unintended joke.

“Really! I thought it was a male thing,” he said in surprise.

“I cant say I know, I just know Sin, that’s my friend, casino siteleri Sinitta, she has quite a fetish for feet. She loves playing with mine and loves hers played with,” said Tina and sipped at her coffee.

“It’s a funny thing, I didn’t realise I had a thing for feet until I’d been married a while, it’s not something I really thought about, it just sort of developed, cant say why,” said Jeff.

“Hope you don’t think I’m rude but I’d best be going, got an early start in the morning and I’ve got things to do. But it’s been nice talking Jeff, have to chat again soon and thanks for the coffee,” Tina said as she finished her coffee.

“No problem Tina, nice to see you and I’ll see you Saturday if not before,” said Jeff as he saw her to the door, “Oh and thanks for the cake.”

After Tina had left Jeff couldn’t help but think back to how he was so turned on by their session the previous Saturday. After several tough years he really had lost interest. It seemed like a new awakening and he knew he wanted more. All this talk of feet had got him aroused.

. . .

Saturday soon arrived and Jeff stood at Tina’s front door awaiting a response to his knock. When the door opened he was greeted by a scruffy Tina dressed in shorts and a baggy shirt with her hair tied back with a few strands that had escaped their restraints.

“Hi Jeff, come in,” said Tina stepping aside to allow him to pass before closing the door. “Excuse my appearance, I’ve been getting stuck in to housework.”

Jeff couldn’t help notice her bare feet, “You look fine to me… right lets get this job sorted, alright if I go up,” he asked.

“Yeah of course, is there anything I can do to help or anything you need?” Tina asked.

“No no, you carry on with your housework, I don’t think it will take too long,” said Jeff as he headed upstairs.

After about an hour Jeff had just about finished when Tina called from downstairs, “kettles on, want some tea?”

“Two minutes and I’ll be down,” Jeff called back.

Tina had the tea ready when Jeff entered the kitchen, “perfect timing!” she said as she handed him his tea.

“All finished,” he began, “had a look at the lock, had to give it a clean and I’ve oiled it, shouldn’t be a problem again.”

“Thanks so much Jeff, to be honest I probably wont lock it in future, don’t really know why I did, after all I live alone. I guess it’s just habit,” she said.

“That’s just what it is, habit, I realised the other day I still lock my door,” he replied.

“I was wondering Jeff, my friend Sinitta is coming round tonight, you know the one I told you about, would you fancy joining us for a drink, that’s if you’re not busy of course?” Tina asked.

Surprised by the invitation Jeff replied, “well, yes I’d love to, are you sure?”

“Yes of course, would eight-ish be OK for you?” she asked.

“Yes fine, looking forward to it already,” Jeff replied with glee.

When Jeff returned home he wondered what the evening had in store. Perhaps it was all very innocent but he couldn’t help fantasising.

After dinner Jeff showered and dressed in jeans and tee shirt was soon knocking on Tina’s door, “come in my hero,” Tina said jokingly as she greeted him.

Jeff laughed as he stepped inside and admired Tina’s short black dress and black tights that covered her legs, her brown hair now neat and tidy hung down past her shoulders.

“Come through,” she said leading the way to the lounge.

“This slot oyna is Sinitta, and this is Jeff,” she said introducing her guests to one another.

Jeff was surprised to see a young dark skinned girl sitting on the sofa. She looked a good few years younger than Tina, very pretty face with long black straight hair and wore a very similar black dress and black tights.

“Hello Jeff,” she said holding her hand out, “Tina’s told me all about you.”

Gently holding her hand Jeff replied, “pleased to meet you Sinitta.”

Tina motioned Jeff to sit in the chair opposite Sinitta and after supplying him with a glass of wine sat next to her on the sofa. Jeff could now admire and compare the two of them. Sinitta looked a little smaller than Tina in almost every way apart from her chest which looked as full even perhaps slightly larger.

Sinitta certainly wasn’t shy, “Tina tells me we share a passion,” she said and lifted her feet, wiggling her toes.

Tina joined her and Jeff was treated to the sight of four small perfect little feet. Sinitta swung her legs round, resting one foot on Tina’s lap and raised the other to Tina’s face. The movement caused Sinitta’s short dress to rise up and Jeff soon realised she wore stockings as he saw the light brown flesh of her thighs.

As Tina started kissing Sinitta’s toes Jeff soon became aware of his growing erection which soon became uncomfortable confined as it was beneath his jeans. It wasn’t helped when the girls repositioned themselves so they could now kiss each others toes and feet at the same time.

Jeff was now aware that Tina also wore stockings. Her dress had risen far enough to expose not only her white thighs but also her red panties. Sinitta now had Tina’s foot flat against her face and was kissing along the sole while Tina’s foot was between Sinitta’s legs, her big toe rubbing up and down.

They then untangled themselves and both stood up. Helping each other they unzipped their dresses and let them fall to the floor before embracing each other in a passionate kiss.

Breaking from their kiss, still holding each other Tina turned her head towards me and said, “you must be uncomfortable Jeff, why don’t you get out of those jeans and release that lovely cock. I know Sinitta wants to see it don’t you Sin.”

“Oooo yes please,” said Sinitta.

Jeff couldn’t quite believe what was happening, two gorgeous young women standing in front of him in just their underwear. He then realised they were dressed identically. Both wore the same red bra’s and red panties, no coincidence he was sure.

They both stared as his erect cock sprang into view, “you was right Tina, that is rather nice!” exclaimed Sinitta, “would love to run my toes all over it.”

At this remark Jeff was sure his cock grew even harder.

“I’m sure Jeff wont mind, lets see shall we,” said Tina smiling at Jeff.

Both girls laid on the floor so their feet were in range of Jeff’s cock as he sat back on the chair after removing his jeans and pants. They both rolled their stockings down their legs and off over their feet and stretched one leg each towards their target.

Jeff gently guided their feet until he felt their delightful little toes touch his shaft, his cock twitched. Their toenails painted with exactly the same shade, feet almost identical in shape and size the only obvious difference being the colour of their skin. Such a beautiful contrast.

Supporting their feet with his hands under canlı casino siteleri the heels they tweaked his hard shaft with small movements of their toes. Pre-cum flowed freely from the tip. Taking one foot at a time Jeff ran the sole up and down his wet knob smearing his juice all over.

Looking down he watched as the two girls kissed and licked each others lips, they both had a hand between the others legs lightly playing with each others pussies through their red panties, Jeff couldn’t think of a time when he’d been this turned on.

As though they had some kind of telepathic contact they both suddenly moved position and knelt facing each other and proceeded to undo each others bra’s. They were soon both topless and Jeff admired their naked breasts as they began rubbing them against each others.

Then again in near perfect unison they removed their red panties and now kneeling faced Jeff and like some fairground game tried to throw their panties to land around Jeff’s hard upright pole. They both missed but giggled at their failed attempt. Jeff picked both pairs up from where they landed and wrapped them round his cock as though they had succeeded.

Tina and Sinitta laid back on the floor raising their feet towards Jeff, “rub your cock on our feet Jeff, rub your knob over our toes, ” instructed Sinitta.

Jeff knelt before them and started rubbing his throbbing swollen knob over their toes, making sure he didn’t miss any one. As he looked down he could see both girls, with their legs slightly parted, were both fingering each others wet pussies while they kissed with pure lust.

Their wet panties still wrapped around the base of his shaft Jeff now wanked his cock brushing it against each foot in turn, over their sexy little red toenails, his pre-cum on their toes and feet glistened in the light. The girls, now watching were moaning with increasing pleasure as they fingered each others pussies faster and faster.

Jeff groaned as he shot his load over their feet trying to share it out as shot after shot sprayed out, Tina orgasmed almost exactly the same time as Jeff’s first shot with Sinitta very close behind. They all panted as their orgasms subsided.

Jeff slumping back in his chair, looking down… what an erotic sight, two young sexy woman laying with their legs wide open, pussies dripping wet from their own cum and their feet dripping wet with his.

“Wow Jeff!” Tina began, ” that was quite something, such a huge load,” she sat up examining Sinitta’s feet, “look at it all, looks so sexy on Sin’s dark skin, all that creamy spunk.”

Sinitta sat up and ran her fingers through the cum on her feet, “you wasn’t kidding was you, you said he shoots a huge load, I didn’t realise just how much you meant,” said Sinitta still playing with her wet feet.

Tina rushed out of the room, “I’ll get something to clean that up,” she said.

By the time she’d returned Jeff had pulled his clothes back on and noticed Sinitta licking her fingers, “there we go Sin,” said Tina handing Sinitta some kitchen towel.

After cleaning up the mess I’d made of their feet they both put their underwear back on and sat down on the sofa.

“Thank you girls You’ve made an old man very happy,” said Jeff smiling at them both.

“Not too old though Jeff,” said Tina, “You’d put most younger men to shame I would say.”

Sinitta looked up at Jeff, “I think we should thank you, that was so hot.”

“Well I can tell you that this old fella needs his rest so I hope you don’t mind if I leave you to enjoy the rest of your evening,” Jeff said.

After returning home Jeff reflected on the evening. What an evening! And to think he thought he was past it!

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The urge within Ashton was reaching a boiling point. She could tell. The toys she was wearing out were no longer satisfying her fully. Her pussy was aching to be filled by a throbbing dick, not a piece of plastic machinery. Her whole body ached to be touched. It had been nearly two weeks since she rode her dad in the car on the way home from the gym. Since then the only videos she made were the four private ones she sent to her younger brother Anthony. Otherwise she’d been good. She kept her word to her father. No more videos on her Instagram account. No more slutty messages being sent out into the ether for those around her to consume and judge her upon.

Ashton thought that she even noticed the attention paid to her change slightly over the last week. The long knowing glances weren’t as prevalent. Perhaps guys were moving on to another promiscuous lady in their world, who knows? The attention on Ashton, at least from her perspective, appeared to be shifting.

When she first noticed this difference Ashton was peeved. She wouldn’t admit this to your face if you accused her, but she worked hard for the attention without setting out for it initially. The attention was a byproduct of how hard Ashton worked on her body, on staying fit and keeping her skin clean. The two came hand in hand, though. Ashton looked good. Her muscles were toned from head to toe. The assets that men craved were all of an A-plus grade. She received the attention and she noticed. Now there was a drop and she could only question why.

It picked at her psyche for a day until she realized where she was. This was high school. She was thinking about the attention of 15, 16, 17 and 18 year old boys which was fleeting by nature of their genetic programming. She was being crazy. If she had not been blinded by the short term disappointment brought on by this realization, perhaps Ashton would have seen the looks she stole on her walk from the bus stop into the Starbucks, the looks while she stood in line at that Starbucks or the looks given her way as she left her last dance class.

Ashton laid in her bed Saturday morning trying to ignore that frustration. She closed her eyes for what felt like an eternity. She focused on her meditation principles. Close your mind. Feel the energy of your body. Feel the energy around you. Breathe in positivity, long exhale of the negativity. She repeated long, deep breaths and longer exhales for several minutes before she opened her eyes and removed the sheets from around her body. She stood up and stretched. Her long brown mane fell away from her face and down her shoulders. Ashton shook out the knots and scratched her back. Then her stomach led her upstairs.

She left her room, took the stairs two at a time as she always did and entered the empty kitchen in her bed attire – spandex shorts and a tank top. The kitchen was quiet in its emptiness. Last night’s dinner was all put away in the fridge, the dishes washed and drying on the rack next to the sink. The countertops were all wiped down and clear of any extraneous material. The coffee pot sat idle waiting to be turned on.

Ashton strode over to it and turned it on thinking her parents would appreciate a hot pot of coffee when they came down, which should be soon. Then she turned on the tea kettle and waited for it to boil. When it did, she poured herself a mug full of hot water and inserted a packet of lemon ginger tea. She stood at the sink looking out into the backyard where the sun was shining brightly.

Ashton was still sipping at her tea, staring out into the backyard watching the birds fly in and out of the trees when suddenly she felt her dad on her.

“Good morning, honey,” her dad whispered as he lowered his head and kissed her cheek.

Ashton was startled by his presence. Had she really been that oblivious to his approach? Had she been THAT focused on the birds that she didn’t hear her father come down the stairs and walk the 10 steps or so it took to reach the sink? That said, she was more startled by what was poking her in the small of her back. It felt like an elbow was needling her spine. It was hard and shaped like a ball. She pushed against it and it slid up her back, no longer poking her.

Henry seemed completely unconcerned that his morning wood was resting up against his daughter’s back. In fact his balls were positioned directly on her firm ass cheeks and it felt amazing.

“Morning, dad,” Ashton replied. She stood still as she felt her father place his hands on her upper arms, kiss her cheek and lightly stroke her hair. She ignored the feeling of his cock on her back. Frankly it felt too good to mention it.

Henry kept his hands on his daughter’s arms, lightly holding her there in front of him. Ashton’s only movement was to press back against his hard dick which forced it up along her back. She’s been missing me, he thought.

“How did you sleep?’

“Fine, I guess. I woke up a couple times and I think I have a little kink in my neck from sleeping on my casino siteleri arm?”

“Where exactly? asked Henry as he touched his daughter’s neck, lightly pressing different pressure points in an effort to release any tension. Ashton rolled her head to the right and placed her hand on her dad’s moving it slightly to the right.

“Just here,” she said.

Henry pressed that spot with his thumbs and felt his daughter all but collapse against his body. Ashton set her glass down and succumbed to her dad’s gentle massage. This was exactly what she needed. Her dad’s touch. His body on hers. The feel of her insides melting and quivering at the same time, her body temperature rising. There was nothing else like it and she missed it for the last two weeks.

“You are pretty tight up here, Ash. Do you want me to give you a full massage downstairs before you head out?”

“That’d be perfect, daddy! I feel like I’ve needed one forever.”

“Meet you in your room in 10 minutes?”

“Sounds good.”

Her father moved over to the cupboard and pulled a glass down. The coffee was just finishing when Ashton left the sink and headed back downstairs for her bedroom. She did so practically bouncing all the way to her room. She was giddy.

It was exactly what she wanted for the start to her day. Her father was about to give her a full body massage – something he was quite good at by the way – which would then likely lead to sex. Her excitement wasn’t just over what was about to come, though. She was just as happy over what transpired up in the kitchen moments ago.

Her dad unabashedly pressed his erection against her back and practically dry humped her against the sink while caressing her arms. His touch was electric. All sorts of dormant muscles and tendons and cells began firing. Ashton’s whole body came alive and began to heat up. She felt her cervix quiver, her vagina quickly lubricate itself with the desire she’s had building for the last two weeks. Ashton put a hand to her vagina over top her shorts feeling the amount of moisture that soaked through. Her crotch was soaked.

Striding over to her bed, she stripped off the comforter and set it over top her desk chair. Then she removed her top and bra so that she was topless and laid herself down on her bed face down. She took a pillow and placed it under her head.

Ashton laid there with her eyes closed no longer than a few minutes when she heard her dad walk into her room. He shut the door and pushed her desk chair over into the corner. He set his bottle of lotion on the desk.

“Good,” he said. “You’ve made yourself comfortable.”

“Mhmm,” Ashton said sweetly, her eyes still closed. “Is my attire alright?”

“Just perfect, honey.”

Henry was still wearing his flannel pajama bottoms and a light t-shirt from when he woke up. His cock was also still as rigid as it was when he entered the kitchen. Ashton had no idea of course, Henry popped a viagara after brushing his teeth not half an hour ago.

He flipped on Ashton’s cd player, set the volume to a moderate level and stripped naked. Then he pumped some lotion into his hands and carefully climbed up onto his daughter’s bed into a position where he was straddling her, careful to avoid trodding on her body. He was seated just behind her ass, his knees positioned beside her hips and his cock resting perfectly on Ashton’s soft purple spandex shorts. He could see the bottom of his daughter’s ass cheeks poking out. What a sight! His position was optimum as he barely needed to lean forward to reach Ashton’s neck and shoulders while still being able to work all the way down to her low back.

Henry placed his hands on his daughter’s shoulder blades, rubbed in some lotion and began to massage. He used both hands on one spot before moving to another. He used a controlled amount of strength. Just the right amount to loosen Ashton’s taut muscles and soft tissue surrounding them. After doing her right shoulder, Henry moved up to her neck and then over to her right shoulder. He occasionally moved his hands all the way down to her low back and then back up along her spine to work the lotion in and accentuate Ashton’s arousal. Henry knew how to massage a woman so that she was dripping wet within five minutes. He knew his daughter would be no different.

“I’m sorry I haven’t spent much time with you this week, Ash. I’ve been busy at work and made a point to focus on your mother. Her needs come first. I hope you can understand that.”

“Mmmm,” sighed Ashton. “I’ve missed you daddy.”

“Did you have a good week, honey?”

“It’s been OK, not the best – ooooh just like that.”

Henry was now working the middle of Ashton’s back, one hand on each side while rubbing the side of Ashton’s breasts with his fingers. His palms were digging into her back muscles just along her spine.

“What went wrong?”

“Mmmm well my boyfriend and I got into a little fight. He wants me to come over more – I expect to have sex – and I have told slot oyna him I can’t. Of course I’m busy with dance, homework and the gym. And meanwhile everyone seems to be ignoring me at school. I’m not used to that, dad.”

As Ashton finished the last sentence she turned her head and caught her father’s eye. She frowned slightly and then returned her face to the pillow.

“i’m sorry sweetheart.”

Henry raised up and moved off the bed. He squirted some more lotion into his hands and began massaging his daughter from a position standing beside the bed. Ashton was still looking to the side with her eyes closed, enjoying the massage. She didn’t know that her father was naked, though she figured he wasn’t wearing more than a small pair of underwear. He wasn’t of course.

Her father worked each leg up and down, massaging each foot in turn and then rolling his hands back up to her ass (sneaking the tips of his fingers under shorts at times) and down again. He also got to her arms, massaging them lightly.

“How were your dance classes this week?”

“Fun. We’re working on some new choreography to Arianna Grande’s “Breathin”” song. It’s a really fun dance.”

Henry moved behind the bed and finished doing Ashton’s feet. Then he reached up and pulled his daughter’s shorts off. She raised her hips to help with the process.

He filled his hands with some more lotion and began rubbing his daughter’s ass cheeks, massaging from the upper hamstring all the way up to her low back and then back down. He was careful to use his thumbs to massage the outside of her pussy lips, squeezing them in ever so gently. Henry could tell that his daughter was melting to his touch. Her entire body was so free and loose now, no longer tense.

“I’d like to see that dance. When do you perform?”

“Mmmm on Tuesday, daddy.”

“Your body is perfect, honey.”

“You’re the best at this, dad. Thank you.”

Henry got back up on the bed, his cock pointing out at his daughter’s ass, ready for insertion. He grasped it with his right hand as he scooted forward and directed it into Ashton’s vagina. She was so wet he slid right in.

“Ohh fuck!” screamed Ashton unable to contain her surprise before slapping a hand to her mouth. She had been waiting for it from the moment he entered the room, but no matter the amount of mental preparation, taking nearly the full length of her dad’s dick into her womb would always need getting used to.

Henry slowly worked the length of his cock in and out of his daughter from behind, massaging her vagina from inside. As good as the massage was up until this point, he was sure his daughter enjoyed this segment the most.

Ashton moaned softly into the pillow she was resting on. Then she spoke.

“Oh dad you feel amazing inside me. You’re massaging my pussy and it feels unbelievable!”

“I’m glad, baby. Only the best for you.”

Henry kept fucking at a pretty easy pace, his thick eight incher drawing nearly completely out before tunneling back in all the way up into Ashton’s womb. He now had his hands place firmly on each of his daughter’s ass cheeks and he marveled at his daughter’s body.

“Sweatheart, you have a perfect body. Perfect,” said Henry. “You’re perfectly toned everywhere and then there’s your ass. It’s a work of art. Do you know that?”

Ashton giggled. “Yeah, dad. I realize that. I’ve worked pretty hard on it. But thanks. Do you think you could fuck me hard now? Really give it to me like I know you can?”

Henry laughed. He was about to do just as she wanted but the way she put it made him chuckle. He took his hands away from her ass cheeks, placed them on the bed beside her hips, lifted up and began stroking in and out of his daughter’s tight pussy with reckless abandon. Ashton lifted her ass up into the perfect receiving position by arching her back and soon Justin Bieber’s voice was drowned out by the slapping of their bodies.

After about a minute, Henry ramped it up even faster.

“Oh fuck!” Ashton screamed. “I’m going to cum, daddy! Don’t stop!”

Henry didn’t. He was pounding his daughter just the way she wanted and it melted his heart to know that he was bringing her such pleasure. Henry was grunting now but it was nothing compared to the noise Ashton was making.

“Oh God! Uhhhhh. Yes! Right there, dad! Yes! Fucking pound me!”

Then about 20 seconds later…

“I’m cumming! Oh my God!”

Henry slowed up, letting Ashton come down from her orgasm and giving himself the rest that he needed. He was fit but not immune to feeling his arms grow weary.

“Turn around baby, I want to see that beautiful body on top of me.”

Henry pulled out of his daughter as he said this and leaned back. His ass was planted near the end of his daughter’s bed with his hands placed at an angle behind him, propping himself up. His cock was still rock hard, pointing straight out at the ceiling.

Ashton got up and turned to her father. She took his dick in her mouth, canlı casino siteleri sucking her juice off it and loving the taste. She sucked it like a popsicle, licking around the top and the base equally, then taking as much as she could in her mouth. After a minute or two, Ashton stood up and then lowered herself onto her dad’s thighs, inserting her dad’s cock directly into her vagina. She began taking every inch as she humped her father furiously. God, it felt good.

Henry continued to just lean back and let his daughter work. He needed some rest, but he also wanted her to learn what she was doing. Figure out how she liked to be fucked. Where she wanted the cock to explore.

“That’s it Ash, just like that sweetheart. Very good.”

Ashton had one hand looped around her father’s neck and the other cradling her tits.

“Is this what you wanted, daddy, when you came downstairs and poked your morning wood into my back?”

Henry laughed loudly. “Oh, you felt that, huh?”

Ashton rolled her eyes then tossed the hair out of her face.

“Yeah, dad, I felt it. You made me wet immediately.”

“I’m glad. You’re right, it is what I wanted.”

Henry couldn’t watch his daughter fuck him anymore without touching her body. He raised up off his honches, scooped Ashton up and climbed off the bed. He was buried inside her to the hilt and Ashton was holding fast around her dad’s neck making sure she didn’t drop while her legs hooked around his waist. Henry pistoned in and out of her several times in a standing position, holding both her ass cheeks and trying to split open his daughter’s vagina. Ashton rolled her head back in divine pleasure.

“Oh Jesus!” she wailed.

Henry then lifted her up off him and let her feet hit the ground. She spun around and Henry took her from behind. Ashton was crammed into her wall as her father fucked her from behind. His hands explored her hair before falling to her arm and pinning it behind her back roughly. Ashton’s gorgeous ass was thrust out, accepting her father’s cock. They continued fucking like this for another five minutes, with Ashton succumbing to a second orgasm. Her fluid was beginning to drip down her thighs as she screamed out in pleasure.

“You’re the fucking best, daddy!”

Henry tilted his head to the side and started kissing his daughter for the first time. He kissed her neck and ear, tongued her and bit softly as she moaned. He used his off hand to turn her chin towards him and kiss her passionately. He couldn’t contain his lust any longer. He wanted his daughter with his entire spirit. She was an impeccable creature, the best fuck he’d ever experienced in his half century of life and he needed her to understand that.

He was fucking her with all his strength and making out with her at the same time. He released her arm and grasped her left breast. Their mouths had separated now. Ashton braced herself against the wall now with her freed arm. She was moaning. Her father was drilling her. He was on fire. She could tell he was about to explode.

“Cum in me, daddy! Give me your seed. Let’s make a baby!”

“Oh baby I’m cumming!”

Henry knew his daughter was on birth control but her words were the impetus he needed to finally release his orgasm. Rope after rope of semen poured into his daughter’s vagina. Ashton felt it shoot up inside her, into her womb, warming her from the inside. Then just like that she was cumming again. Perhaps it was the thought of her dad unleashing inside of her, perhaps it was the sensation of the cum shoot inside of her. Regardless she had her third orgasm of their 20-minute session.

Henry stepped back, withdrawing his cock from his daughter’s pussy and fell backward onto the bad, sitting down. Ashton turned around, bent down with cum dripping down her leg and began licking her father’s cock clean.

“We need to shower, dad.”

Ashton raised up and walked into her bathroom, turning the light on and then the shower. She walked back into the room, grabbed her dad’s hand and led him to the shower. They both stepped in just as the temperature reached a comfortable level. Henry grabbed the soap and loofa and scrubbed Ashton’s body clean. He spent extra time on her breasts, working all around them and playing with her nipples. They made out some more. Then it was Ashton’s turn to return the favor for her dad. She soaped him up and scrubbed at his muscular upper body. She had just finished his arms, moved onto his chest when she felt his cock penetrate her pussy again. Henry picked up his daughter’s leg and placed it against his shoulder as he explored new depths to her pussy.

“Oh Jesus! Just like that, daddy! Fuck me!”

And he did. Until the water turned cold and he emptied a second load into her womb.

Ashton turned the water off and reached for a towel. The two of them toweled off and left the bathroom. It was now 930, the two of them had been going at it for 45 minutes.

Henry picked up his clothes and put them back on.

“Alright, I’ve got to go back up to make breakfast for your mom. What are you going to do today?”

“Well now that I’ve been fucked properly I guess I can meet up with some friends and get some exercise in.”

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When I turned eighteen, I was a typical lanky young man, in good health and sex hormones out of control.

I found a job as pool boy at an upscale condominium. My job was to keep the swimming pool clean, clean the filters check the chlorine, etc. I had to pick up around the pool empty beer bottles and cans, line up the chaise lounges neatly, that sort of thing. There was a lot of landscaping around the building and part of my job was cutting the grass, pulling weeds, trimming hedges and generally keeping the place looking neat and well cared for. Sometimes one of the condo owners needed a hand, like moving furniture around a room–something like that. They usually slipped me a tenspot as a “tip” for my trouble. In time, I was on a first name basis with nearly everyone living there.

I usually worked steadily every day, but there were quite a few days were I had caught up with the work and had nothing else to do for a while.

When there wasn’t much to do, I usually hung out in the store room where the lawnmower, pool supplies and other things connected with my job. And when I hung out in the storeroom, my thoughts would turn to visions of carnal delight with Mrs. Margaret (call me Maggie) Thompson.

Mrs. Thompson was actually a widow, and, in my opinion, even if she was old, she was the hottest, best looking, sexiest, longest-legged, nice-est-titted, perfect-assed, best dressed woman in the condominium complex. Maybe even in the whole world. Of course, I was still a virgin and had no basis of comparison.

She had some men friends whom she dated, mostly old guys in their forties or fifties by the look of them. I wondered what she did on those dates. Sometimes when I was tending the pool in the morning, I’d see her return from her date of the night before. Her dark hair was mussed, clothes were wrinkled, lipstick smeared, sagging nylon stockings. She looked very tired–but happy. If she noticed me she would give me a slightly weaker version of her usually dazzling smile and say, “Hi, Steve.”

Sometimes she brought a woman home with her in the afternoon. They were always younger–around my age, or a little older–and good looking. I know they stayed the night, because they usually left the next morning about the time I came to work.

Mrs. Thompson–I felt funny calling her Maggie–was one of those who periodically wanted to change the “look” of a room, even if all it meant was rehanging pictures in different parts of the room. She would give me a twenty dollar tip when I helped her, but I would have been happy even if she gave me nothing. Just being around her was like being in heaven. Sometimes when I helped around casino oyna her apartment she wore nothing more than panties and bra. The first time I saw her like that, I almost came in my pants. If she ever noticed the bulge of my hard-on, she never let on.

She was friendly enough, too. Most times when I was working around the pool and she was catching some sun, or even if she was just walking by, she’d stop and chat for a few moments. Over a period of time, she learned from these little chats, that I was saving my money for college, could drive a stick-shift, liked chocolate ice cream, was the oldest of three boys, had no girlfriend, was a virgin, and a lot of other things that come out in conversation. She had let it slip that she was forty-six but her being old didn’t matter to me. Especially when sometimes she looked at me in certain way. Appraising, maybe.

She had some kind of business, real estate, where she went most days. She always wore a woman’s business suit and carried a slim briefcase. When I heard the “tock tock” of her high heels on the concrete walkway, my hormones raged and I had to make a quick trip to the storeroom to jerk off into the starchy-stiff hand towel I kept just for that purpose. Very often, I would shoot two loads into the towel before my hard-on went down and I could think clearly again.

One afternoon, I just finished putting away some things in the storeroom and was locking the door before I went home to my rented housetrailer, when I heard the familiar, “tock tock” of her high heels and turned to look at her. She was in her business woman’s suit, coming home from work. She called out and waved me over, then disappeared into her apartment.

I went in through the open door and closed it behind me.

“In here, Steve,” she called from her bedroom. Maybe she wanted me to turn her mattress again.

Mrs. Thompson was in her bedroom in the act of removing her business clothes while I stood there watching.

“Let me get out of these clothes, Steve. She had her jacket off and was undoing the buttons of her blouse. She tossed the blouse toward the jacket on the bed and removed her skirt and tossed that, too, onto the pile. Her brassiere had hooks in the front; after she took it off and tossed it at the pile, she massaged her breasts for a few seconds, sighing in relief.

Next, she lowered her panties, stepped out of them and tossed them on the pile.

I could smell her, a not unpleasant smell that brought an avalanche of carnal triple x images in my mind which included me and Mrs. Thompson.

It was not the first time I had seen her in her underwear. It was the first time I slot oyna had seen her naked breasts and the first time I had seen the dark hair between her legs. She still had her nylon stockings on and as I watched with my heart beating hard, she unfastened the garter belt clips from the dark tops of her stockings. She removed the garter belt, then sat on the edge of her bed and removed the stockings from her long, shapely legs.

She motioned me over to her and I moved from the bedroom doorway and stood before her like a domestic animal, wondering what would happen next.

“Steve,” she said, “I see how you look at me, so I know you find me attractive.”

My mouth was dry and I managed a hoarse whisper, “Uh huh.”

“I’ve been looking at you the same way,” she said, smiling up at me. “And that’s a nice bulge you have there,” she pointed at it. “I know what you want, Steve. I want the same from you. Okay?”

I nodded dumbly and she smiled.

“Well, are you going to let me see it?” she said brightly.

I unzipped my pants and my iron-hard cock was in the open, just inches from her beautiful face.

She said she knew what I needed. She held my dick near the base and that was all it took to send me over the edge. My cock began squirting sperm in powerful streaks. The first one struck her in the center of her red lips. Startled, she instinctively jerked her head back, then licked her lips.

Mrs. Thompson’s face registered surprise and delight. She pointed my squirting cock to her chest and stared in fascination as ten more streaks of my seed splattered on her. I felt lightheaded as I emptied my balls on her. When I was finished cumming, she held my still hard cock and pointed it at her mouth. A final drop of my semen was poised at the tip of my cock and she licked it off. “Mmm,” she moaned. My knees nearly buckled.

The cum that spotted and streaked her chest began running down her breasts and between them. Mrs. Thompson smeared my fresh cum around her breasts, making them shine.

“Wow, Steve,” she said. “Can you do that again?” There was a tone of admiration in her voice.

“Yeah,” I croaked. “Mrs. Thompson, I need to sit down.”

“Yes, of course, Steve.” She patted the bed beside her. “Are you all right, Steve.” I heard concern in her voice.

“I guess I never came so hard before,” I said, grinning crookedly.

“Oh, how sweet of you to say that; I’m flattered. I’ve wanted to get you in my bed since I first saw you,” she said. “But I was afraid you’d think I was too old. Today I couldn’t stand it anymore. You must think I’m bad.”

I chuckled and said, “I always thought you would canlı casino siteleri think I’m too young.”

“We’re talking too much, Steve,” she said getting to her feet. She stood naked before me, the dark hair between her legs was inches from my face. Her smell was stronger now and it excited me in a way I had never felt; I wanted to lick her cunt and taste her; it was one of my jack off fantasies.

Mrs. Thompson pushed my shoulders back until I was lying on her bed with my feet still on the floor. She took off my shoes and socks, unbuckled my pants, tugged them at the cuffs, and pulled them off of me. My shorts came off at the same time. She had a different look on her face, zombie-like.

“I’m all sweaty, Mrs. Thompson. Maybe I should take a shower, uh, first.”

“I want you just as you are she said,” almost whispering.

She fell on top of me and kissed and licked my face. I could hear her breath whistling through her nose as she licked my chest and sucked my nipples. She buried her nose in my armpit and I felt her tongue licking there. She was going at me like locusts on a field of grain.

I lay there, a little scared by her passion but that had passed by the time she licked her way to my crotch and sucked my balls and licked the place between my balls and my thighs. She made murmuring, grunt-like sounds as she licked and sucked my sweaty sack. When she lifted my legs high in the air and I felt her tongue licking my ass hole, I knew I was going to cum again very soon.

She must have been reading my mind because suddenly she covered my cock with her mouth. I though I would melt. I was getting my first blowjob!

Her head moved slowly and steadily up and down on my shaft. Her tongue was working miracles on the underside of my cock. I was able to enjoy only a minute or two of Mrs. Thompsons mouth on my cock, before I started squirting.

She must have sensed I was about to explode and she stopped sucking me, held the head of my cock in her mouth and the shaft steady with her hand. Her eyebrows raised as the first jet of cum hit her tongue. She made little sounds of pleasure as each rope of semen entered her mouth.

When I finished, Mrs. Thompson rolled back and lay on the floor with her knees up. With one hand she held her cunt open, using two fingers. Her other hand was moving like a blur on her clit. Then her face screwed up like she was being tortured. Her legs suddenly clamped together and her back arched up off the floor. She made the kind of sounds someone makes when they are being tortured. Then she just went limp and lay before me spread eagle, her chest heaving. A smile appeared on her face and she pulled herself up from the floor.

“We can shower now, Steve. And then I’ll feed you,” she said.

That was how I got my first blowjob, but it wasn’t all I got. Mrs. Thompson got me to “help” her pretty regularly after that.

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Home. Home is where my parents live. And I’m there, visiting for the week. I live in California, 2,000 miles away from home. Just far enough away for this twenty five year old to feel independent. My first morning back I got on my bike to go for a ride. Heading up the street I saw the little kids climbing on the bus which would take them off to day camp. It made me remember my days of youthful fun and freedom.

As I approached the bus, I saw Mrs. Cross. Dad told me she recently got divorced- a bitter feud he told me. She got the house, the money and the kid. Good for her. I never liked her husband. When I was in high school, she had me baby sit for her son on Saturdays in the summers while they went off to do things. It was an easy gig- let him play ball in yard and swim in the pool. I caught rays, ate pizza and got paid to do it. Nothing bad about it. She was always nice and appreciative. Mr. Cross was cold. I never understood him or why they were ever together. His loss…

She was and is a sight for sore eyes- a short perky dirty blond with a fabulous body and big tits, the kind of woman that makes men smile and lust in their hearts, even obsess. Her soft doe shaped brown eyes always caught my attention. I was a sucker for them. She was a bit innocent. I was never sure if she understood how compelling she was.

Mrs. Cross waived to me as the other moms left the bus stop. I knew none of them because most had moved into the neighborhood after I moved out.

“Ben,” she said as I pulled up, “so good to see you… It has been a long time. Tyler still asks for you. How have you been?”

“Been great,” I said, “I’m just working hard and playing hard. So Cal is awesome. I have no complaints. I’m back to visit my folks for the week. And you?”

“Good, real good… I guess you heard I got divorced… but that is behind me now…. Tyler is ok with it. He misses his dad, which is natural… but, otherwise, all is well. You look really buff. Been working out?”

“Just the bike and a healthy diet,” I replied.

“Well, since you are here, I need a ‘buff’ man to help me move a couch. Would you, please?” she asked, her irresistible smile asking for help. I was a sucker for her and could never turn her down.

“Sure,” I replied as we walked through the gate and up the driveway to her house. Well, it was more than a house, actually, it was borderline mansion. All the houses in the neighborhood were of that ilk. She led me to the family room and pointed to the couch in front of the window, “That one over there,” she said motioning to the leather one. I need to move it to the library. She struggled to hold up her end and somehow we managed to carry it across the house without denting a wall.

“Sit down, I’ll get you something to drink,” she said. I waited surveying the mahogany built in book cases, wood paneled walls, the large desk and club decor of the room. I noticed she still had ‘that book’ high up on the corner of the bookcase. I had found it late one night when I was sitting for Tyler and he was asleep. I was surprised she owned it. Never did I imagine a savvy woman like her would have one. Pleasant reading I thought to myself, the salacious instructions of the manual, which gave me the vivid thoughts I had of her performing the acts as I read about them. It all fondly came back to me.

She came back a few minutes later, drink in hand, “You changed clothes?” I asked.

“You noticed. How sweet of you.. do you like it? Its new,” she said as she spun around showing me the dress.

“Very nice…,” I told her.

“Not overtly sexy?” she casino oyna asked a bit concerned.

“Oh no, its sexy alright, but subtly.”

“Your cellphone, does it have a camera? Take some pictures. I want to see how I look.” I obliged her request as she posed in a variety of positions. We reviewed the pictures together, laughing at the ones in which she over exaggerated her poses.

“I bought another one… I’ll be right back,” she said as she eagerly trotted off.

She returned moments later, this dress better than the other- a black ballgown with a plunging neckline and back, a slit up the left leg and matching spike heels.

“Wow, Mrs. Cross, very nice…” I told her as I nodded my head in affirmation.

“Oh, stop that ‘Mrs. Cross’ stuff… you should call me Hannah.”

“Well, ok… Hannah…. Its just that I always called you, well, you know…”

“Its different now… we are both adults and only twelve years apart… and by the way, you turned out to be quite a handsome one…. Come on now, use that camera again.” She posed for more pictures, each one hotter than the other.

“I’ll be right back, one more outfit to show you, but I don’t want to hold you up all day…” ‘Oh, no problem’, I thought to myself marveling at her sweet round booty ass thinking how I would like to caress it…. She was such an innocent person. I wondered if she even suspected my lust.

I heard her footsteps in the hallway as she approached. I knew she was wearing the same sexy heels and looked forward to what she was going to show me next.

“Ready?” she asked before she entered the room.

“Sure,” I replied. She stepped into the doorway, “Like?” she asked revealing herself adorned in a cream colored panty and bra, her golden hair up and off her shoulders, wisps trailing down. She had taken the time to apply mascara, light gray eyeshadow, light pink lipstick and a long double strand of pearls, which dangled down and across her chest.

“Well????” I was speechless. She strutted into the room, her soft innocent eyes now intense and serious, “Cute or sexy?” she asked, her hands held up and out at shoulder height, gesturing the question as she stood before me.

“Definitely sex kitten,” I muttered as she stood in the doorway. She stepped into the room, stood about seven feet from me, reached behind and unclasped her bra. Seductively she slowly slid one strap over her shoulder. I sat in revered silence. She looked down at her shoulder and then at me to ensure I was fixated on her, showing those beautiful come hither eyes in the process. When each strap was off her shoulders, she wrapped her arms under her breasts and pushed them up, the cups still hiding her flesh. A hand took the top of the cups and slowly pulled them away, revealing her heavy breasts and large round nipples. The bra dropped to the floor. Tenderly she cupped the bottom of her breasts in the palms of her hands and held them up for me to see.

“Mommies have needs too,” she said as she approached, gently moving her breasts in an up and down fashion. “Want to lick them?” she asked as she leaned forward. I sat up to meet her half way and my tongue gently graced the very tip of her nipple. Her skin was lightly perfumed. She was irresistible. I raised my hand to grasp her breast and caress it.

“No hands,” she softly told me.

I gently suckled her nubs and licked and kissed her aureole.

“Oh yes, it feels so good when you suck just the tips, do it some more,” she cooed. I obliged her desire.

A few moments later she stepped back and suggested, “Why don’t you slot oyna get on your knees and kiss my belly?” I knelt and slowly worked down across her flat midsection, drizzling kisses on her flesh. As I reached the waist line of her panty, she put the palm of her hand under my chin to stop me from going down further. I kissed her along the waist, knowing that just a bit farther down was a place I’d much rather be.

“You better go, my parents will be home soon,” she said to my confused disappointment, “come back tomorrow after they go to work, around 9:00… know what I mean?” she asked with a wink. Despite my bewilderment, I told her I did. She escorted me out the door and gave me a sultry pat on the ass as I left, “…and Ben, don’t go home and look at those pictures of me on your cellphone tonight… I need you fresh for tomorrow.”

It was hard, supremely hard to not look. Tease a twenty five year old man like she did and then ask him to exercise internal discipline…. Not happening. What was she thinking? After our little encounter, I walked around hard as a rock thinking of our next rendezvous and the possibilities of what she had in mind. My obsession grew by the minute, my mind blown away by her seduction.

The next day, I could not get to her sooner. I watched out my window as she put Tyler on the bus for camp. She stood at the bus stop and spoke with the neighbors for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, they all left and I casually walked across the street and rang the intercom at the front gate.

“Yes?” she answered, “who is there?”

“Me, Ben,” I replied.

“The front door is unlocked. Let yourself in,” she instructed as the electronic lock released and I pushed the gate open.

Briskly I walked up the long driveway, secreted away under the cover of tall trees and the high hedges surrounding the well kept yard. I opened the front door and entered as directed. She must have heard me, “Come on up Ben. I’m in the bedroom.”

The words stabbed me right in the heart. I ascended the curved staircase. From my days watching her son, I knew exactly where to find her. I opened the double doors to the boudoir. My heart raced like a lion on the prowl for the kill. She was nowhere to be found. I stood before the foot board of the king size canopy bed and turned around searching to find her.

Quietly, she walked into the room, looking as she did yesterday except completely naked, the pearls swaying and brushing against her firm breasts as she walked. A hand coquettishly covered her sex. She paused and let me gaze upon her.

“Well? Ready?” she asked a coy look on her face, “we need to be kind of quick. My Mom might be back in an hour….. Promise you will not hurt me? I mean, this is my first time….”

Then it all dawned on me, “Promise,” I told her as I approached and put my arms around her waist and held her close.

“You are so kind Ben. I couldn’t think of a better guy to trust with this… it is such a big thing for me… I’ve waited this long and….” I leaned down and brought my lips to hers, interrupting her thought and softly kissing her in assurance. Her hand came up and grasped my biceps and she looked up at me, “You are so strong and sexy,” she told me as she squeezed my arms, “…your long brown hair, I love the way you part it in the middle and how it hangs and sways as you move.. that sexy short cropped goatee, and, your muscular body… you pull off the surfer-professional look very well, and it all turns me on very much…”

Hannah slowly undressed me. We stood naked and our warm bodies pressed together. canlı casino siteleri She lay her head against my chest. I reached down and strummed my fingers through her thick blond hairs, savoring the shape of her sex as my touch studied its curves and massaged her. I slid a finger into her furrow and found her bud wet and swollen. She sighed as I entered and teased her flesh.

Her excitement built, I guided her to the bed and she lay on her back, thighs spread, waiting for me. I climbed up and lay atop of her, rocking my hips, my hard cock pressing against her luscious bush.

“Did you bring protection?” she asked.

“No.”

“Then you need to promise that you will not cum in me… I can’t risk getting pregnant…”

“I promise,” I told her.

“Are you sure you can control yourself?” she asked seeking reassurance.

“Positive,” I said as I raised my hips, grasping my shaft and teasing her lips with my swollen knob, rubbing it up and down through her outer petals, “Want me?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied as she spread her thighs and pulled her knees back, submissively offering herself to me, “but please be gentle with me…”

I slowly penetrated her flower. She bit her lower lip and winced, feigning tightness and pain. I pulled back and entered her again, this time deeper. Another wince. I held my place and then slowly pushed forward into her. She gasped as I gave her the length of my cock. I held myself still, “you alright?”

“Yes, just go slow, real slow.” Her tight pussy caressed me. I looked down and found her looking up at me, watching me intently with her beautiful eyes as I had her.

“It feels so good Ben…,” she whispered, her small body pinned beneath me. I could feel her excitement growing as her walls warmed and juices coated my shaft.

“Quicker,” she told me as she reached down and laid her hands on my ass. I picked up the pace.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, “I’m getting close. How about you?”

“Me too… Hannah, I want you so badly….” I quipped my voice trailing off as I concentrated on maintaining my composure.

“Remember what you promised?” she asked.

“Yes,” I assured her. My thrusts intensified. I was close. I wanted her. Her body quivered and she moaned as she dug her long fingernails into my ass, almost piercing my skin.

“Oh Hannah.. you feel so good wrapped around me,” I moaned.

“Ben, you feel so good inside me too…. I can’t get enough of you… this feels so good, so forbidden… I can’t believe I waited this long.”

“I want you Hannah, I have wanted so much for so long..,” I professed, “… your pussy feels so good, so tight.” I thrust harder, beginning to loose control as the pleasure seduced away all reason. She dug her fingers nails into me deeper, pushing me into her, “Oh G-d, I want to cum,” I gasped.

“No Ben, pull out,” she cried in protest. I gave her a good hard thrust, “Oh Ben, stop…” she begged. I thrust again, “I’m not there just yet,” I assured her.

“Don’t fuck me Ben… you can’t… there is no protection…” she begged as her hands pulled me closer and I ground myself against her faux virgin pussy, “Oh yes, yes Hannah, yes….” I cried as the sudden wave washed over me and I impaled her hard and deep, spilling myself into her.

“Oh yes, fuck me Ben, fuck me…” she quipped in a wavering voice, her legs flailing and quivering as she released.

We lay together gasping, bathed in the awkward moment of a first time after sex haze. I slowly gyrated and toyed with her pussy as we rested.

“You need to go, no more playing today… My Mom will be here soon,” she said.

“Really?” I asked, “you weren’t making that up?”

“Yes, really. Tomorrow after Tyler gets on the bus, come over. Wear a dark suit and tie. We have a funeral to attend and I need a date….”

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Mrs. Anderson sat on her veranda with her eyes hidden by dark sunglasses.

Her body was poised in a slightly forward position, her neck stretched out as she looked into the yard next door. To anyone else it would appear as if we were relaxing on a Sunday afternoon with a glass of iced tea but Mrs. Anderson felt anything but relaxed.

With her husband gone, left on a weeklong work trip she was ready to enjoy her freedom in her own way. However, she had yet to grab the attention of the one that left her longing and aching between her legs.

She barely knew him. She had met him once as they moved in, after having taken over an obligatory offering of ‘welcome to the neighborhood.’ His mother had answered the door and seemed slightly put out… apparently one of those types who thought it best to ignore their neighbors.

It had offended Mrs. Anderson slightly, until he came down the stairs with a basketball in hand. His dark hair was tousled over his head and he was slightly sweaty, with big blue eyes and a boyish expression. The rest of him that followed was sharp and angular, a bit scrawny but there was just something in his eyes…

He barely acknowledged her when his mother made the introduction. Why would he? She was just a forty five year old woman with the body to show for it. Oh, she was looked good enough, but it was no match for the virile hardness this teenage boy displayed. He swept past her and ran outside bouncing the ball. Mrs. Anderson walked back to her house with a lump in her throat.

That was one week ago.

Since then her thoughts had been plagued with the boy stretched out on his bed with his cock in hand, stroking up and down as the moonlight played over his bare skin. In her own bed with her husband snoring away she would spread her legs and finger her wetted pussy, holding in the cries with a balled fist as she writhed on the bed. Without saying a word the boy was driving her crazy.

Even now, watching him climb a tree in the backyard she knew she was going to step over the line. She was going to woo him every way possible. She had already begun the process by learning all she could. Every morning she casually questioned the paperboy. He had told her quite a bit so far, saying that he was a bit of a loner and a gamer type that the girls didn’t go for. A nerd, the kid said, obviously knowing it being a nerd himself.

“No girls around at all?” she had asked innocently enough.

“Nope not a one, but he looks at naked mags.”

“How do you know?”

The paperboy had shrugged and suddenly looked embarrassed. “I saw it and…hey don’t tell anyone I said that okay?”

She slipped him an extra two bucks and promised to keep her lips sealed.

Mrs. Anderson sat back in her chair and propped her legs on the other, letting her dress fall to the sides exposing her shapely calves. She took a sip of the watered down tea…damned ice cubes melted away on such a hot day… and feasted her eyes on the young boy across the way.

In her mind she rolled through all the possible things she could say, such as offering him money to mow the lawn, to putting up that little shelf in her bathroom. Buying him a game seemed to obvious and would raise his mother’s suspicions, and why would he come over to use her husband’s gaming system when it was likely he had a perfectly good one already?

He was hanging upside down now laughing as he held his phone in front of his face. His shirt was up around his neck and Mrs. Anderson could barely make out the light colored patch of hair snaking around his nipples and down his belly. His belly was hard and straight and she wanted to run her tongue down it until his cock was in her mouth. Without meaning to she ran her tongue over her lips and felt the ache even stronger. She wanted to close her eyes and touch herself right there but it would be obvious if he looked over.

Then again…

Mrs. Anderson parted her legs a little and sat back in her chair. Lightly she began touching her legs by stroking them with her fingers. The boy jumped down from the tree engrossed in his phone with his back to her. She moved her hands to her ample breasts and caressed them softly…her nipples were taut and she pulled the fabric down just a little. Braless, she slipped her fingers inside and tweaked a nipple, raising one knee and putting it on the chair and exposing her damp pussy to the air. She stared at his tight little ass and thought about how she would squeeze it when he pushed his virgin cock into her, and the thought of it was so hot that she moved her other hand down and began rubbing herself outside of her panties.

Suddenly he turned and saw her. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw his eyes, wide and surprised looking over at her. She pretended for a moment not to notice and then suddenly sat up in the chair. Her sudden motions startled him, and he bolted for the house without a word.

Mrs. Anderson smiled.

***

She dressed in something entirely different and with a bright smile went next door. His mother answered the door and looked stressed.

“Hello again.”

“Hi. casino oyna I was wondering if I could talk to Nick?”

“About?”

“Well,” Mrs. Anderson said with a small laugh, “My husband is going to be away until next Friday and I really need someone to mow the lawn with how hot it’s been. I don’t want it to out of control when he gets back.”

“Yea well I guess money might motivate him,” she said irritably. “Nick!” she yelled. “Come out here.”

He bounded down the stairs, saw her and froze.

“What’s up mom?”

“Mrs. Anderson wants to know if you will mow her lawn this week.”

“Uh,” he said and fell silent. His mother look impatient and said, “figure it out, I’ve got things to do,” and walked off.

Mrs. Anderson smiled at him. “Hi, I hope this is okay.”

“Yea.”

“Listen,” she said and lowered her voice. “I really wanted to apologize for earlier.”

He turned red and looked at the floor. “No problem.”

“I didn’t realize from that angle that you would be able to see,” she said calmly knowing what an utter lie it was. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“Its cool, really.”

“I’m so relieved!” Mrs. Anderson laughed. “However, if you are interested I could use someone to mow the lawn. I pay well.”

He looked up at her. “How well?”

“I think ten an hour is fair. It shouldn’t take you more than a couple.”

He grinned. “Hey that’s great. It’d be the best price ever.”

“Well being older now you deserve a higher wage. How old are you by the way?”

“Oh, I just turned eighteen. Birthday was last week.”

“Such a great age… I loved being eighteen.”

He shrugged. “Yea it’s okay.”

“I better scoot but how about you come over say tomorrow afternoon? Is that a good for you?”

“Tomorrow is graduation.”

“Oh I see. So sorry, my children are grown and away from home, you are so right. Wednesday then?”

He nodded. “I’ll be there.”

She turned and left, and sure his eyes were on her.

That night Mrs. Anderson made herself cum several times. She laid on her back naked, back arched as she furiously rubbed her pussy. When her hand grew tired she switched to a toy until the room smelled of sex. She closed her eyes as the sated feeling washed over her in a warm glow and cum dripped down her legs. There was a huge wet spot on the bed…she would have to change the bedding before Harold returned home.

***

All day Monday Mrs. Anderson was tense, her body torn was desire and need. In order to distract herself she cleaned the house and did the laundry, as well as making cookies and some iced tea. At various points the need overwhelmed and finally she couldn’t stop herself and called her friend Kate.

“I can tell by your voice that you are in distress,” Kate said calmly when she answered. “Tell me all about him dear.”

“Oh Kate, he reminds so much of your Billy!”

Kate laughed softly. “Darling Billy, I enjoyed him so much. He had no self-control when I first went after him. I’d barely have my top off and he would be spurting into my hands.”

“I remember all the stories you told me.”

“Lola I offered you the chance to try him but you refused. You were afraid Harold would find out.”

“I was very afraid. Afraid of that, and of my own desires.”

“I know dear, but it’s time for you to express them. You’ve been more than patient. How many young men have you lusted after and been left frustrated?”

“Several,” Mrs. Anderson admitted.

“Exactly. Is this young man a virgin?”

“I believe so, but not certain.”

Kate sighed. “They are the most delightful. So eager and ready to be taught…you become the object of their worship. I have a beautiful boy right now…Thomas. He is calling me mama now. Can you imagine?” Kate laughed. “Me a mama. But he enjoys it so much and his control is much better. More times than not I am cumming before he is.”

“Ah Kate, I envy you.”

“Darling please, play your cards right and you can just take this boy. Be careful though if he lives close…prying eyes and all that.”

“It does make me a little worried, these damned neighbors.”

“There are so many ways to tease and taunt innocently. A light touch or a rub of your body against theirs…they want that you know.”

Mrs. Anderson sighed and parted her legs. “Tell me about your Thomas.”

“Blond hair, blue eyes, baby face but he’s no baby. Mmm,” Kate said lowly. “He likes me to ride him so that he can see my tits as we go. He has a nice thick shaft that fills me up and I love it.”

“More,” Mrs. Anderson said breathlessly.

“He’s so young and strong…his cock gets so hard esp. when he calls me mama. If he had his way he’d yank up my skirt and pound me. Sometimes I let him but mostly I make him burn. His eyes are on fire when he reaches for me.”

“More,” Mrs. Anderson begged, her hand rubbing her pussy hard.

“He likes to slide naked over me and uses his tongue all over, mouth, neck, nipples, belly and when he pushes apart my legs I am already half way to cumming…he slot oyna eats me like a delicious meal, and I grind my pussy against his eager young mouth…”

“Ohhh!” Mrs. Anderson cried out as she covered her hand with cum.

“Uh huh,” Kate laughed softly. “Your distress will end soon, I promise.”

***

Today is the day Mrs. Anderson said to herself.

She took a long shower using the special French soap she ordered online and the cream after. She dried her hair and left it loose around her shoulders. The matching panties and bra went on next followed by a simple summer black dress. She didn’t want to appear dressed up so she left off the hose and shoes and went barefoot. No jewelry either and she left her wedding rings in a basket on the side table. A quick mist of vanilla perfume and she went down stairs to set out some cookies.

She found out last night he would be over late morning so she still had plenty of time. She considered a quick rub but didn’t want to ruin her scent so she held back. A small bit of tidying and some music on the sound system kept her busy until the bell rang at about 10:45 am. She told herself not to run to the door so when she opened it she was shocked to find Nick’s mother standing on the porch.

“Oh…hello…hi,” Mrs. Anderson stammered as she pasted a smile on her face. “Everything okay?”

His mother didn’t seem to take notice of her attire and instead looked annoyed. “Yea I am sorry about this, but I’ve got to take him to the local college to check out some classes. He’s getting ready to go, lazy kid wouldn’t get out of bed until twenty minutes ago. Could he mow later, or tomorrow?”

“Oh yes. Yes of course, no problem,” Mrs. Anderson said and she felt absolutely crushed. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“You bet.” She turned and headed across the yard. “Nick lets go!” she yelled and Mrs. Anderson shut the door.

“Dammit!” she cried out loud, her hand in a fist until she felt her nails digging into her palm. It still couldn’t abate the ache that was slowly throbbing in her pussy. She dropped onto the couch and soon was on the phone to Kate.

“Oh that’s simply terrible darling,” Kate said. Mrs. Anderson heard some ice clinking and music in the background. No matter the day or time Kate always sounded like she was at a party. “I know how disappointed you are.”

“I am. I want him Kate. I’m aching.”

“Come over here darling. I can keep you company and Thomas is here.”

“Oh Kate, I couldn’t possibly-“

“Just to take the edge off. I don’t mind.”

“Is it okay? I mean-“

Kate laughed softly. “Thomas is staying with me until his parents get back from their trip. They were afraid he would throw a wild party. No one suspects anything.”

“Staying with you? Oh Kate you are so naughty!”

“Only way to be darling. So are you coming over?”

“I’ll be there soon.”

***

Mrs. Anderson shook the whole drive over. Her nipples felt like bullets under her dress, and she could feel her stomach turning over excitedly. Kate lived in a very affluent section of town with grand homes and large yards between. She pulled around the circular driveway and parked behind Kate’s husband’s car. Surprised to see it there, she wondered if he had arrived home unexpectedly.

She knocked on the door and Kate answered wearing a robe and her hair loose around her shoulders. Relaxed and without makeup she was showing her age some but still a beautiful woman.

“Lola so glad you’ve stopped by,” she said.

“Your husbands car?”

Kate waved her hand. “He is away, probably up to the cabin with his buddies screwing some whore. He won’t be bothering us.”

Mrs. Anderson closed the door and followed Kate into her sitting room. She accepted a drink and heard water running.

“Thomas is showering, he will be out soon. Drink darling.”

Mrs. Anderson sputtered at the first sip. “Kate what on earth- what did you put in this?”

She laughed. “You need to relax and I am trying to help you. Swallow some more.”

By the time she was finished Mrs. Anderson felt the warmth spreading over mind like a soft blanket. Kate handed her another and sat down next to her.

“You need to relax,” she said softly and running her fingers over her arm. The robe parted and Mrs. Anderson could that she was naked underneath. Kate tossed back a shot and put a glass on the table.

“Kate,” she sighed as she put her head back against the couch. She felt her fingers slide over her cleavage, dipping down and curling around a nipple. She kissed her and she could taste the vodka on Kate’s tongue as it swirled around hers.

The water stopped and Kate sat back. A few moments later a boy appeared in the doorway.

“This is Thomas. Thomas, this is Mrs. Anderson, a very good friend of mine. She has stopped by for a visit. Isn’t that nice?”

“Hello,” he said.

She couldn’t take her eyes from him. His hair was still wet with a bit dipping over his forehead. He was tall and light blond, with a sexy patch of hair in the center of his chest. He was wearing a pair canlı casino siteleri of tight black shorts and looked good enough to eat.

“Come sit down with us,” Kate said. She moved over a little and he did as he was told. She poured him a shot and put it to his lips and promptly drank. Mrs. Anderson noticed him taking little glances at her.

“Thomas why don’t you put on some music quietly?”

“Yes mama.”

“Isn’t he delightful?” Kate asked as he went off. “I can’t get enough of him. I don’t how I’ll ever let him go back home.”

“He is gorgeous Kate.”

“He is so obedient too. He will do anything I ask because he knows what I give him. If I thought I could get away with it I’d run off with him to some island where this type of love is common.”

“I want to fuck Nick. I want to make him mine like Thomas is yours.”

“You will darling. Ah Thomas come sit next to us again. Who am I?”

“Mama.”

“Mmm that’s right and while Mrs. Anderson is here she is your mama too, do you understand?”

“Yes mama.”

“Good boy.” She leaned in to kiss him and her hand gripped his crotch. Within moments he was bulging under his shorts.

“Kate, my god,” she said.

“See how delicious?” She said. “Take them off Thomas we want to see you.”

He stood and pulled them down and his cock popped out. His ass was lean and taut and when he sat back down he was shaking.

“Would you like to see more of Mrs. Anderson?”

He nodded and she removed her dress and popped her boobs out of the tight fitting bra. His eyes widened.

“She has beautiful big breasts doesn’t she baby?”

“Yes mama. I love them.”

“Of course you do. Suck on them.”

“Are you sure Kate?” Mrs. Anderson asked.

“Of course.”

Thomas latched onto her nipple fast and a wave of pleasure fell over her. She put her head back against the couch as he went from one to the other. She wished she had milk to feed him. She pressed her hand against the back of his head as he nuzzled and she felt her clit tighten and begin to ache. Kate was stroking his cock that was short but thick. He started to groan.

“Mmm that’s it, let mommy feed you,” Kate crooned. “He must love it, he’s getting so hard.”

Thomas moved his hand over her knee and she opened her legs for him. He caressed the inside of her thigh, moving his fingers over the crotch of her panties and rubbing.

“Oh god,” she moaned, loving the feel of his fingers on her and his mouth on her nipple. Kate moved down and took him in her mouth. He released the nipple and grunted with pleasure. Mrs. Anderson slid her panties off and his fingers found her hard clit and began to rub.

“Yes, don’t stop,” she begged him, her body arched against his fingers. “You’ve taught him well Kate.”

“I am going to make him cum so he lasts longer for you Lola,” she said.

Mrs. Anderson nodded, grinding against his fingers and imagining having Nick all to herself. He moved from her nipples and started kissing her and she kissed him back, her tongue in his mouth as he fingered her, moving her closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Suck him harder Kate,” she said breathlessly feeling him push a finger inside her. “Keep going…oh god it’s so good!”

Suddenly Thomas tensed.

“Are you cumming baby?” Kate mumbled, her mouth full of his cock.

“Oh mama!” he cried and suddenly he was gushing, bursts of cum flying everywhere. Suddenly Mrs. Anderson needed to taste it and she was on the floor next to Kate and gulping his cock down her throat so hungry for it, listening to his groans as he spasmed. She swallowed his young cock almost choking herself on it. At one point Kate’s lips met hers and she started kissing her. She moved around and soon was between Mrs. Anderson’s legs and tasting her very wet pussy.

“Thomas put your cock deep in her mouth,” she said. Eagerly, his eyes feasting on the sight he gave her more and soon she felt him getting hard once more. She suckled him as Kate licked her.

“Cum for me,” Kate said. “Cum with my sons cock in your mouth.”

“God,” Mrs. Anderson cried and soon she was over the edge. Kate held her thighs tight, her tongue catching the wave of juices as she writhed. Thomas groaned and pushed himself harder into her mouth.

“Mmm such a good boy,” Kate crooned, sitting up and offering him her fingers, which he sucked on. “Mama is so proud of you.”

She kissed him them, wrapping her hands around the lower part of his cock and pumping it into Mrs. Anderson’s mouth.

“See how much she needs it baby?” she whispered, her tongue running along his ear and her fingers gliding over his back. She reached around and gripped his ass cheek. “She loves your cock like I do.”

Kate removed her robe and laid back on the couch. “Make me cum baby.”

As Mrs. Anderson recovered herself, she watched this young boy kneel between Kate’s legs. She lightly rubbed as he sucked her clit into her mouth. Kate gasped.

“That’s it, just as mommy showed you. I need it so bad…”

Watching him eat Kate’s pussy was already arousing her again. Mrs. Anderson moved closer, running her hands over his back and ass, feasting on his skin and already wanting more. She wanted to devour him like some animal. She wrapped her hand around his cock and began to pump gently.

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