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Jenna awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside the window. She rolled onto her side and slowly opened her eyes, blinking repeatedly as her bedside table slowly came into focus in front of her. With a deep breath she pushed herself up from her pillow, casting her bedspread aside as she sat upright and stifled a yawn. A shaft of bright light cut across her bare thighs, streaming in through a crack in the curtains. Jenna smiled as she caught a faint scent of sex still lingering between her legs. It was a very bright morning.

Jenna stretched out her arms and fluffed her pillow briefly before slipping her legs off the side of the bed. She slipped her feet into a waiting pair of slippers and padded up to the window. She threw open the curtains, flooding the room with light and savoring the warmth of the newly risen sun against her bare skin. She shuffled around the room, taking a few moments to carefully make the bed while the sunlight continued to illuminate her naked body. She smiled to herself at the thought of one of the neighbors peeking in at her.

When she was done she put her hands on her hips and gave a satisfied nod. With some reluctance she turned away from the morning glow and grabbed her light pink bathrobe, throwing it loosely around her body. She didn’t bother to tie the sash. She gave her exposed pussy a light little rub before turning the handle on the door and walking out of the bedroom.

Jenna heard the sound of running water echoing down the hallway as she closed the door behind her. She walked into the bathroom to see the silhouette of Dan in the shower. She gave herself a brief looking-over in the mirror before pulling the shower curtain aside, peeking in at her husband’s butt. A girlish grin quickly spread across her face.

“Mmm… Good morning,” she said in a dreamy voice.

Dan turned and looked down at her. He smiled widely, already becoming erect at his wife’s presence. “Hi there,” he said, feeling a little flattered. He dragged a bar of soap across his chest absently. “Care to join me, sweetness?”

Jenna licked her lips, thinking for a moment. “Tempting,” she said. She reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around her husband’s thick cock, giving it a little stroke. “But I think I’ll have to decline for now. I want to make sure Samantha gets up, first. I don’t want her to miss another school day, if she can help it. Besides…” Jenna bit her lip. “You haven’t used her today yet, have you?”

Dan’s cock pulsed at the thought of it. “Not yet,” he answered.

A devilish grin crossed Jenna’s face. “Mmm. I think I will, then,” she said. Her eyes danced with excitement. “She deserves a good start to her morning. It looks like it’s going to be a lovely day.” She gave Dan another stroke, pulling his skin tight from the tip to the base before releasing him and letting her fingers drift down to his balls, cradling them gently.

Dan beamed down at her. “I think so too,” he said. “Don’t have too much fun without me!”

Jenna withdrew her hand. “No promises,” she said. She jumped back and laughed when Dan tried to blow a handful of soapsuds at her playfully.

Jenna took a moment to straighten her hair before going back out into the hallway. She shuffled down to her daughter’s bedroom at the end of the corridor. She took the doorknob in her hand and turned it soundlessly. She opened the door just enough to poke her head inside. Samantha was still asleep. Jenna gave the door a light push and slipped inside, gently putting the door back in place behind her.

Samantha’s room was illuminated by a soft glow, the sunlight merely diffused by the light lacy curtains. Clothes were strewn about haphazardly, mostly on the floor, but there were some shirts stacked on a chair, a pair of socks sitting on the windowsill, a skirt hanging from her bedpost, and so on. A single pair of panties sat on her desk next to a pile of textbooks. A teddy bear sat slumped on its side in the corner of the room, a pastel-colored backpack pinning one of its legs to the floor.

Jenna gave a little motherly sigh and shrugged before turning her eyes on the bed. Samantha’s face was turned up toward the ceiling and wearing a peaceful expression, with a hand strewn limply next to her cheek. Her body, however, was twisted onto its side, her legs splayed wildly with one of her feet dangling off the side of the bed, and her bedspread was jumbled and skewed, wrapped tightly around her yet only half-covering her.

Jenna approached the bedside, carefully stepping over a crumpled t-shirt along the casino siteleri way. She looked down at her daughter, her eyes full of tenderness. She reached out and brushed her fingers across Samantha’s hair. The girl murmured softly as her mother gently caressed her cheek.

Jenna let her eyes wander over her daughter’s eighteen-year-old body. One of her little breasts was exposed, the pinkish nipple hidden as it pressed into the sheet underneath. Jenna brushed a finger across her little toes on her near foot, smiling as the girl recoiled and shivered ever so slightly. Jenna raised an eyebrow when she noticed one of her daughter’s arms was tucked tightly into her coiled bedspread. Jenna gently unfurled the quilt and lifted it aside. She chuckled when she finally caught a glimpse of Samantha’s hand buried between her legs. She dropped the quilt back into place and stepped back. She smiled. She loved her daughter’s petite little body.

Jenna turned her eyes as a small beep sounded from the desk at the other end of the room. The hour had changed. Samantha would have to get up soon.

Jenna looked back down at her daughter’s face. She bit her lip. Taking a deep breath, Jenna raised her leg, stepping up onto the bed. Springs squeaked as she lifted her whole weight onto the surface, making a deep indentation as she stood at her full height on top of it. She reached out with one of her feet again, planting it into the other side of the bed. She turned and dropped to her knees as gently as she could, straddling her daughter’s body.

Jenna’s heart picked up a beat. She looked down at Samantha’s face. She still hadn’t stirred. Jenna inched herself up the length of the bed with her knees. She stopped for a moment and swept the material of her bathrobe aside as the front tails of the sash started to drag over Samantha’s body. She gathered the material up and held it behind her butt with one hand, steadying herself with the other hand as she resumed inching upward.

Eventually her knees had nearly reached the headboard, and Jenna looked down to see her daughter’s face poking up right between her legs. Jenna just stared for a moment, licking her lips. She could feel herself swelling, getting wet. Her labia dangled out just above Samantha’s chin. Jenna closed her eyes, waiting for her body to calm down just a little. She raised herself up slightly, positioning herself over her daughter’s nose. She opened her eyes and looked down at Samantha’s cute little face. Her muscles slowly began to relax. She smiled, let out a deep sigh, and finally released, letting a stream of warm pee out onto her daughter’s face.

Samantha quickly began to stir, turning her face from side to side sleepily as the haphazard stream spread across one cheek and then the other. An uncomprehending whine escaped her lips as the dirty piss invaded her dreams. She pressed her face to one side, digging her head into her pillow and shivering as the trail of piss started to streak across the back of her neck and into her hair. Samantha’s eyes finally opened just a crack as she began to awaken. A low groan rose from the back of her throat as she began to grasp the situation. She closed her eyes again and turned her face back up to the stream as it began to slow to a trickle, raising her chin to let the last few splashes of piss travel up over her nostrils, across her forehead and into her hairline as her mother squeezed them out.

Jenna let out satisfied sigh, relieved of her full bladder. She looked down at her daughter’s piss-soaked face and smiled. Samantha opened her eyes again, humbly meeting her mother’s gaze. Jenna grinned and lowered her hips downward, letting her daughter lick the last few drops of piss off of her swollen, dangling lips. Samantha lapped at her gratefully, pressing her tongue inside her mother’s cunt and licking her to a surprisingly swift orgasm, for which she was rewarded with a squirt across her face.

Jenna hunched over her dirty little toilet whore of a daughter, trying to catch her breath. Her daughter looked up at her expectantly. Jenna chuckled. “Good morning, sweetheart. It’s time to get up,” she said breathlessly. She carefully pushed herself up onto her feet and stepped off the bed, taking a moment to straighten out her bathrobe before helping Samantha up and out of bed.

Samantha looked back at the bed nervously. The pillow was completely soiled, and stains on the sheets clearly outlined where her shoulders had been. She glanced at her mother guiltily. “Um, should I put those in the laundry, Mom?”

“Hm? Oh, slot oyna never mind that. I’ll clean it up after you go to school.” Jenna turned her eyes to her daughter, looking the girl’s naked body up and down. Samantha quailed under her mother’s gaze, making her seem even more vulnerable. A little yellow droplet rolled down one of her breasts as pissed dripped down from the tip of her chin and the ends of her hair. “As long as you feel good enough to go to school,” Jenna continued. “You don’t feel sick this morning, do you?”

Samantha swallowed. “Um, n-no, I don’t think so.”

Jenna smiled. “Good. I don’t want you to miss out on too much, you know?” Jenna reached out and placed a hand on Samantha’s belly, rubbing it up and down gently. “You’ll have plenty of responsibilities soon enough, so you should enjoy your last year of school while you can,” she said. She smiled brightly, leaning in over her daughter’s piss-stinking face. “I think I feel a bump,” she whispered excitedly.

Samantha simply pursed her lips and nodded, her heart racing.

Jenna grabbed Samantha’s wrist and let her out into the hallway. She started to turn toward the kitchen, but Samantha pulled back, glancing down the hallway.

“Um, can I have a shower first?” the girl asked.

“Your father will be leaving for work pretty soon,” Jenna said. “You should have breakfast first.”

Samantha blushed. She lowered her eyes and nodded.

They stepped into the kitchen. Dan was inside, fresh from the shower and sharply dressed. He was already cooking up some waffles for them all. Jenna released Samantha’s hand and walked over to give her husband a kiss. Dan openly groped one of her breasts in return. He grinned when he saw his daughter standing awkwardly at the threshold, naked and freshly stained with her mother’s piss.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he said. “Come in, come in! Breakfast will be ready in just a minute.”

Samantha stepped up to the kitchen table quietly. The tile floor was cold against her bare feet. She pulled back one of the chairs and pulled her legs up with her as she sat down, sitting cross-legged on the little cushion of the seat. She stared down at herself, scratching at her pubic hair absently. She sniffed, taking in the smell of piss and pussy that seemed to swirl around her. It was almost dizzying. She looked up as her mother pulled up a chair and smiled at her. Samantha felt ashamed. She shifted in her seat. The smell was making her wet.

Dan hovered over to the table, smiling at the both of them. He placed the butter and syrup on a mat in the center of the table and set down knives and forks for himself and Jenna before turning back to the waffle iron. Samantha looked up, confused for a moment, but she didn’t say anything.

“Alright, all done!” he said a moment later, whipping the iron open and scrapping one of the waffles off the top portion with a spatula. He portioned the thick cakes onto three waiting plates, splitting the fourth waffle in two and giving half to himself and half to Sam. He took two of the plates in hand, proffering one to Jenna with a grin and placing the other in front of his seat. He turned to grab the last plate. He smiled at his daughter for a moment before placing it on the floor.

Samantha hesitated. She felt her parents’ eyes on her. She turned her eyes to the floor and bit her lip. She uncrossed her legs and stood from her seat, careful not to meet her parents’ gazes. She stepped up to the plate. She looked down at it for a moment before lowering herself to her knees. She didn’t even have any utensils. She hunched over the plate, taking her waffle in her hands and biting into the edge.

Her father was still standing where he’d been when he placed the plate on the floor. Samantha was keenly aware of his legs towering in front of her. She pretended not to notice, simply munching on her waffle. She didn’t even look up when she heard him fumble with his belt buckle. She swallowed. She took another bite as Dan stepped forward, positioning himself. She heard him take a breath.

Samantha gritted her teeth. Her face was flushed. She couldn’t help it. She looked up. She glimpsed her father’s penis just in time to see the yellow stream hit her forehead.

Samantha shuddered. She shut her eyes and focused on chewing her food. Her father’s piss trailed over her eyelids and down her face. Samantha was still holding her waffle in her hands. Piss dripped steadily from her chin and nose, soaking into the patty and splashing onto her slender, shivering fingers.

Dan canlı casino siteleri grabbed the back of his daughter’s hair, pulling himself closer, peeing from less than an inch away. The force of the stream sent the piss all over. He pushed even closer, draping his cock over her forehead and dangling his balls in front of her eyes, pissing directly into her hair. He pulled back as his stream began to slow, taking a moment to trickle right onto his daughter’s breakfast.

Samantha slowly opened her eyes and looked up at her father as he shook himself off at her. She blinked a few times. There were tiny droplets of piss in her eyelashes, weighing them down. There were tears in her eyes as she stared upward. She swallowed. She looked down at her waffle. It was soggy and shriveled, completely soaked with piss. It was starting to disintegrate around her soiled fingers.

Samantha bit her lip. She brought the cake up to her dripping nose, sniffing at it. She took another wide-eyed glance up at her father before lowering the waffle to her mouth and taking another bite o fit. Piss leaked out around her teeth liked water squeezed out of a sponge. She chewed the morsel obediently. The taste of urine burned into her tongue. She quickly swallowed it, looking up at her father for approval.

Dan grinned down at her. He was rock hard. “Good girl,” he said. “It’s important for you to get a balanced breakfast. Especially if you’re gonna have daddy’s baby. Don’t you think so, honey?” he asked, looking to his wife.

“Oh… absolutely,” Jenna’s voice quivered through the air.

Samantha turned her head, shooting her a glance. Her mother’s robe was wide open. Jenna was fingering herself furiously under the table. Her eyes darted between her husband’s cock and her daughter’s piss-drenched little body. She hadn’t touched her breakfast.

“Mm-hmm,” Dan hummed. He gave his cock a long stroke. “It’s very important for a growing toilet to include all the major food groups in her diet. Cock. Pussy. Piss.” His eyes gleamed. “Cum…”

Samantha whimpered. She lowered her waffle onto the pool of piss that was her plate. Her hand shook as her fingers gravitated between her legs. Her breath was getting ragged. Every sniff made her feel like she was sticking her head into an unflushed toilet bowl and taking a big whiff. She hadn’t even been awake for half an hour and she already felt completely used.

“Does my little toilet whore want daddy’s cum?” Dan asked.

Samantha looked up at him. She started rubbing herself with her dirty fingers. Her lips trembled. She couldn’t even speak. She looked her father in the eye and simple opened her mouth wide.

Dan grinned. He grabbed the back of her hair and shoved his thick cock into her little mouth, not wasting a moment to begin fucking the hole with reckless abandon.

Samantha did her best to hold steady as he father rammed his cock down her throat. She gasped and gagged against his overwhelming girth. Tears rolled down her piss-stained cheek. Droplets shot out of her nostrils as they flared desperately.

It didn’t take her father long. He started to groan as his sensitive tip dragged across his daughter’s tongue again and again. He pushed himself as deep as he could go, careless of his daughter’s gagging, his balls crashing against her chin. He couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled back slightly and let out a sharp groan as he came, filling Samantha’s mouth with precious cum, coating her trembling tongue with wave after wave of his sticky white seed.

Samantha rubbed herself furiously. A thick mixture of sperm and saliva spilled out over her chin as her father pulled himself out of her mouth. She heard her mother cry out in her own orgasm. The sound seemed distant.

She was just a toilet, she told herself. Her face, her breasts, her holes. Her body was just a receptacle for unwanted waste. There was no better place for it. It was how it should be. All her friends should make use of her, whether she was laying down in the nurse’s office, eating her lunch, or just sitting in class. They didn’t need permission. She was made for piss and cum. She should be installed in the boys’ washroom. And then the girls’. That was where she belonged.

Samantha collapsed onto the floor. She writhed against the puddles of piss beneath her. She shoved her fingers deep inside. Her toes curled. She was cumming.

It took a while for her mind to work again. When she regained control of herself she looked up to find her parents standing over her. She was a puddle of human juices. Her father’s sperm was still in her mouth; it had leaked out the edge of her mouth and down the side of her chin. She finally swallowed.

“We’d better get you dressed for school, sweetheart,” her mother said with a smile.

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The telephone rang.

“Hello, is that John?”

“Yes, do I know you?” I asked of the familiar voice that I couldn’t place.

“It’s Sheila … remember me? We met at the wedding.”

“Of course I do … you’re the cousin of my cousin. I thought you’d forgotten me.”

“Sorry, but I lost your card with the number,” she said.

I smiled down the phone because I knew her daughter, Ashleigh, had taken it from her handbag, but had no intention of telling her.

“You’ve got me now'” I said, as I remembered her dancing in front of me with her arms waving in the air and showing off her considerable breasts and enveloping me in Chanel Number 5.

“I wondered if you’d like to meet up some time, John.”

Ashleigh told me about her mother: “She gets enough as it is.” It was easy to imagine her getting lots of attention with tits like that, especially as she was ready to flaunt them — and at an unknown man – me.

Both Ashleigh and her mother appeared determined to get what they wanted. It must be in their genes, I thought. How could I object? My association with the daughter paid major dividends. Sheila seemed like a logical extension.

“Sounds like a good idea.”

“We didn’t have enough time to get to know each other at the wedding.”

“That’s because of Ashleigh … I don’t think she likes me.” I lied. I knew exactly what she felt about me.

“Just the opposite … I whisked her away before she got too involved with you.”

“It didn’t seem like that to me.”

“I think it’s important for youngsters to keep with people of their own age.”

“Quite right,” I said, compounding the lie, thinking of how Ashleigh and I and her friend Danielle had been having brilliant sex over the past weeks. The age difference had long since stopped being of any consequence — if I could enjoy myself so much with girls half my age, why not with one older than me?

“Do you fancy a meal sometime?” she asked.

“I know an Italian restaurant in town … we could meet there.”

“I cook a good spaghetti bolognaise, if you’re interested.”

“What about Ashleigh?” I asked.

“It would be an evening when she’s out.”

“Sounds good to me,” I said, hoping she wouldn’t choose one of the nights Ashleigh slept with me.

“How does next Saturday sound to you? She’s staying with a friend that night and won’t be around.”

So that’s how I ended up sat in my car outside Sheila’s house, just as the late summer light began to fade. The house looked new and how I expected: a small, detached property, trim and well looked after, on an estate of similar houses towards the edge of town.

I offered her the bottle of Moet, still cold from my fridge, as she welcomed me at the door and we air-kissed, close enough for me to appreciate the full effect of her perfume, which merged into the aroma of the bolognaise sauce cooking somewhere in the depths of the house. Michael Bublé crooned in the background.

Sheila stood to one side, allowing me to pass into the sitting room. She left just enough space to allow the front of my body to brush across hers. A first frisson of excitement tingled in my groin. I hoped it promised more to come.

The table was at the far end of the room, towards the source of the food smells. Two candles flickered in its centre casting a semi-light. She disappeared and returned with champagne glasses and placed them on the table and invited me to open the bottle.

The activity made sure my eyes stayed off Sheila’s ample cleavage that the tightness of her black dress showed off to full effect. One look at that dress and the sight of her breasts bulging from it dispelled any doubts about the possibilities of the evening. I felt the first stirrings of an erection.

The alcohol from the first glass of Moet melted away the fact that we hardly knew each other. We resumed the banter that started so spontaneously at the wedding, as if the gap of weeks in between never happened.

“You’re a very brave woman,” I said, sat in an easy chair in the sitting room. She sat opposite me on the settee with her legs tucked beneath her, covered by the silkiness of her long skirt, and replied with a quizzical look.

“Aren’t you taking a risk inviting a stranger into your house like this?”

“How could the cousin of my cousin be a stranger? We’re family now,” she said, smiling until the dimples in her cheeks shone, her face curtained with blonded hair that fell to her wide shoulders and the gold necklace around her neck.

“I suppose we are,” I said, continuing the small-talk about the wedding and families and divorces, clearing the debris of our lives in preparation for the future.

She leant forward to sip at her drink and her breast meat strained at the thin fabric of the black dress. I tried to look over her shoulder at the photographs of a boy and girl on the bookcase. It proved impossible — my eyes were drawn back to the cleavage that started not far below her chin and disappeared into her dress about six casino siteleri inches lower.

From the stare in Sheila’s eyes, she understood the impact her bare flesh was having on me and the tension it created.

The story of her marriage was more interesting than mine. “We began to want more from our relationship,” she said, “so we tried an open marriage. It was good fun at first … like being a wild teenager again. Then he shacked up with a younger model … and it finished us off. Not that I’m complaining … now I’m free to do as I please.”

“Except when Ashleigh’s around,” I said.

“She’s off to university soon … then both of them are gone … and I’ll be as free as air.”

Ashleigh never told me, I thought. It made me realise that I was just a convenience in her life — sort of a friend with benefits — and what benefits.

The spaghetti bolognaise tasted delicious washed down with a smooth Italian red wine. There is something primeval about eating pasta — twirling it around the fork and getting it in your mouth with lengths hanging off out and sucking in the last bit without dripping sauce down your chin.

I noticed how Sheila’s lips resembled Ashleigh’s: pouty and generous and red with lipstick and, as she sucked in a dangling length of spaghetti, I knew they would be as perfect for oral sex as her daughter’s. This thought caused the tension to spread further around my body. My cock reacted, forcing me to shuffle around in my seat to rearrange myself.

There was much of Ashleigh in Sheila, with older skin and lines around her eyes and mouth and neck that she tried to cover with makeup. Across the table I imagined this continuing throughout her body and legs and bottom — areas where Ashleigh’s body approached perfection.

As I weighed her up and considered the potential of our evening together, I got the impression she was doing the same to me. It added to the excitement. I tried not to let it show, as she watched me, watching her.

Then it happened — the trigger that released the tension and reduced the distance between us in an instant — and dictated the progress for the rest of the evening.

At her next mouthful, a small dribble of sauce slid from the pout of her lower lip and landed on the top of her left breast. “Oh dear,” she said, immobilised as the sauce began to journey south, “I need some help to clean this off.”

Her light brown eyes questioned mine and begged me to take some action. I hesitated for a moment before going around the table and leaning over her and removing the trail of sauce with my finger — allowing it to take a short trip into the softness of her cleavage. She turned to thank me and watch me put my finger in my mouth and suck off the sauce.

“That was the best mouthful of the meal,” I said, judging her response to be positive.

She didn’t answer. She took her fork and deliberately daubed sauce around the top of her breasts. “You missed a bit,” she said, looking over her shoulder, the moons of her eyes fixed on mine as the sauce ran down her front.

What can a man do when a woman is so clearly in distress? Let events take over, of course. And that’s what I did — after all, no gentleman would stand by and let the sauce ruin her dress, would he?

I turned her round and got down on my knees and licked the sauce from her breasts, using my fingers to open up the gap so I could thrust my tongue between them, to chase the last drop.

“You’re so resourceful, John.”

“I’m always available to help a damsel in distress … especially one with breasts like yours.”

“They’re my best feature, don’t you think,” she said, placing her hands beneath them and lifting them towards me.

“How can a man think when faced with such beauty?”

“They need a lot of attention.”

“And I’m the man to give it,” I said, finding her mouth with mine. We kissed for an age, the taste of bolognaise sauce adding to the mix.

With her back to the table, I worked my fingers behind her, to release the zip at the back of her dress. I ran it down below her bra, which I also unfastened. Then the top of her clothes fell away from her body as if a dam broke with the pressure built up behind it.

She cupped my balls through my trousers and my erection responded to the unexpected attack. “I knew you were my type,” she said.

“Do you like my lunchbox?”

“I love food.”

“I’m a greedy man … can never seem to get my fill.”

“There’s plenty on offer.”

“The hors d’oeuvres are delicious, Sheila.”

“Wait till we get to the main course.”

“There’s nothing better than a meal where you savour every course,” I said.

“And have room left for seconds.”

Her clothing fell down at the front, leaving her black bra supported on her nipples. I wasn’t going to tell her that tits of her proportion were well outside my experience, though not my fantasies. I expected them to fall further when she stood up — my knowledge of human anatomy telling me that gravity slot oyna always wins in the end.

She raised her eyebrows at me. So I pulled the top of her dress and bra down fully to release her tits to answer her unasked question.

Her nipples were dark and erect, as if someone had been sucking at them for hours. The areolas were as large as some women’s breasts, with no distinct end — they just merged into her breasts as their colour lightened.

“They are magnificent … the sort of breasts men dream about … and those nipples … I’ve never seen anything like them … beautiful nipples to match beautiful tits.”

“So you like them?”

“They’re gorgeous,” I answered, getting back on my knees to find her left nipple with my mouth — big enough to gag on — while squeezing the other between my finger and thumb. Judging from her giggles, I assumed she liked what I did.

“A woman like me gets so much attention from men.”

“It’s hardly surprising.”

“That’s why I choose the men in my life most carefully … I know they’ll not be disappointed with my body … I need to make sure they don’t disappoint me.”

“There’s nothing to complain about, Sheila.”

“But it’s just for fun, you understand?”

It’s almost what I said to Ashleigh weeks earlier. I refrained from repeating her reply: I want to fuck you not marry you — so I nodded my agreement.

She disentangled herself from me, hitched up the top of her dress and picked up the half-full champagne bottle, indicating for me to bring the glasses. Then she blew out the candles and led me upstairs, our half-eaten meal abandoned on the table. The next course was about to be served. My tummy rumbled with hunger. Michael Bublé started another song.

The bedroom was flooded in the light of dozens of candles, the aromatic smell greeting us as she led me in.

“It looks like you were expecting a guest, Sheila.”

“And now he’s here,” she said, wriggling out of her dress and throwing her black bra on the carpet to join it. She stepped away from the pile of rags and towards me — wearing just a matching G-string. Within seconds, she was at my mouth and clawing at the buttons on my shirt. The time for talking and assessing each other was over. My clothes joined hers on the floor.

Sheila’s hourglass figure carried some excess weight, especially around the bottom — something I assumed was needed to counterbalance the size of her breasts. I didn’t care: a bit of cellulite on her thighs and arse; a stomach slightly overhanging her G-string; a couple of extra inches on her waist — none of these things mattered — they were a fair exchange for magnificent tits that swung around with her every movement before settling on her chest — and they weren’t as floppy as I imagined.

I prefer my women naked. Sexy underwear does nothing for me. It’s an encumbrance, a barrier, a turn-off, and the only place for it is on the floor. “What have we here?” I asked as I removed her G-string and stroked her cunt.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“I love it.”

“A girl called Geeta at my beauty salon has been giving me laser treatment.”

“Give her my compliments … it’s the smoothest cunt I’ve ever seen,” I said, running my hand over her mons and letting my finger find the stickiness of her labia, “I hate pubic hair in my mouth.”

“Not many men shave their pubes.”

“It’s part of my morning routine … then my eight and three-quarter inches feels soft and sexy all day.”

“It looks longer.”

She laid back on the bed — the weight of her tits making them separate and slide down each side. I squatted beside her and placed my hand under each one, and pushed them up until they framed her chin, her nipples stuck up into the air.

“These are beautiful, Sheila … a man could live among your tits for a lifetime … and die happy.”

“I get no complaints,” she said, taking her left breast in both hands and squeezing it until the nipple stood to attention. Then she stuck out her tongue and flicked it over and around it, before taking the nipple into her mouth and sucking on it.

I repeated the action on her other nipple, and reached down to touch the extremities of her cunt. Her body tensed beneath me. We kept going, sucking her giant nipples together, her eyes closed, ignoring me, her breast meat deep inside her succulent lips. Then a little sigh and a slight gasp told me she’d arrived at some level of orgasm.

“I thought it was just men’s talk … that women can cum by sucking their breasts,” I said, looking into the dreaminess of her light brown eyes.

“I’ve been bringing myself off by sucking my tits for years.”

“You give a beautiful show,” I said, burying my head deep inside her love-pillow breasts to appreciate their softness around my face.

“It took some practice … now it works every time.”

I worked a finger inside her smooth cunt. She opened her legs to give me better access, and another three fingers slid in to join it.

I was used canlı casino siteleri to younger women, especially over the previous few weeks with Ashleigh and Danielle. Their cunts were tight slits which had to be opened and explored to dig out the labia hiding inside. Sheila is the oldest woman I’d ever fucked — the only one to have children — who’d been enjoying sex almost as long as my life.

Her cunt was different: large, generous, the labia visible outside her slit, hanging down, waiting to be licked and sucked and taken up into my mouth. And what a delicious mouthful it made — lots of luscious tissue coated in exquisite juice that tasted of Chanel Number Five and crushed rose petals, with a hint of sweat and urine.

I opened her legs and crouched between them, lapping my tongue around and between the folds, slurping cunt tissue into my mouth. It took a while to reach her clit. When I found it, I took it between my lips and sucked gently. She moaned lightly, so I knew I’d hit the spot.

Keeping my mouth on her clit, I slid my fingers past my tongue. I pushed in deep. She shuffled around to ease my passage and my hand almost disappeared into her cavernous twat. I reached up and behind her clit to massage the wall of her vagina.

“Oh yeh, give me more of that,” she said, twisting her fingers in my hair and holding my head tightly against her.

Her G-spot grew like a button while I sucked on the button of her clit. She shouted out loud as I worked on her and released the grip on my hair and threw her head back into the pillows, lifting her arse off the bed, her abdomen moving in tune with the rhythm of my fingers and mouth.

“Work my cunt you fucking bastard … keep going … harder … fuck yes … that’s the spot.”

I disconnected my mouth from her cunt to take in some air. Four fingers went fully inside her, my thumb landing hard against her clit. As I massaged her G-spot, I placed my other hand on the smoothness of her lasered mons to apply pressure from the outside.

Sheila’s head rocked from side to side. Her tits swayed backwards and forwards across her chest. The flab on her stomach wobbled. She shrieked. I kept up the stroke. She continued to push against it. Something had to give. It sounded like it could be the bed, which creaked and croaked like it was about to expire.

A low moan grated in Sheila’s throat, which developed into a warble and then into a shout and then into a scream. Her pelvic muscles contracted around my hand — her cunt spewing liquid as she reached orgasm.

I kept my hand inside her. The pressure slackened when her muscles relaxed as she came down from the orgasm. Then I resumed the massage inside her cunt.

“Stop, you fucking bastard,” she shouted, gasping for breath.

“Shut up, bitch,” I ordered, working both hands against her body and each other, inside and outside.

“I can’t take any more.”

“This is for flaunting your fucking tits at me like a whore.”

She sneered at me and retracted her lips to bare her teeth, then pushed against my hands again, shouting abuse at me and telling me she’d get her own back on me and how I’d regret it later. I told her I couldn’t wait to get attacked by a pervert who sucked her own nipples to orgasm.

“I am a pervert,” she said, “and you’ll find out how much … you fucking bastard.”

Her pelvic muscles contracted again around my hand and she grunted loudly as another climax flowed through her body. She begged me to stop. I carried on, my fingers starting to cramp against the force of her muscles. I ground my thumb into her clit rubbing it against her pelvic bone.

I watched Sheila’s wonderful breasts rising and falling as we collapsed on the bed next to each other, both breathing like we’d just returned from a run around the block. She’d had her turn — now it was mine.

I knelt over her and pulled her tits together and placed my cock in the channel between them before clamping them shut over it.

“Everybody wants to fuck my tits,” she said proudly, “I love it … few women can offer such a service.”

“I bet you’ve had some cum spread across them in your time.”

“Enough to drown in.”

I took that as encouragement to start fucking hard into the soft tissue of her breasts. She helped. She pushed her tits together and worked them up and down my shaft as I pushed into her. I intended to cum quickly but was disappointed — she had other ideas.

She moved and hung her head over the edge of the bed and swallowed the whole length of my cock in a single motion — until I could feel the softness of her lips caressing its base.

I stood on the floor to watch her at work and look at her tits, hanging loose, her nipples in line with her ears, while I fucked at her mouth. She didn’t flinch or gag or gasp as other women would with my cock down their throat — the sign of an experienced professional.

When she withdrew my length from her mouth it was covered in slimy saliva which hung down in strings and ran down my legs like cum. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled back hard on my foreskin, squeezing my cock at the same time. Her spit acted as a lubricant as she started to give me a wank the like of which I never knew existed.

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It was only a matter of time before her smart mouth got her into trouble. Ashley was part of our group of friends from school but had always rubbed people the wrong way. She would only date older boys because she said ones our age were too immature for her. I had known her from the age of 5 because our parents were all friends, so I just put up with having her around.

I never knew why she had such self-confidence. Not that she was ugly; she just didn’t have the figure I would normally go for. She didn’t really have any curves on her skinny frame. Her pale white skin covered in freckles, dark brown eyes and almost black hair which came down to the middle of her back.

We were now 18 and attending college. Eight of us had gotten into the same school which was great, five boys and three girls. We socialized together outside of college, and now being able to get into clubs and pubs meant we had plenty to do. Ashley would always wear the tightest short skirts and high heels. You could always tell what underwear she had on underneath as the skirts were like a second skin – they were that tight.

After a while, we fell into a pattern. Most of our nights out started in someone’s room having pre-drinks while the girls got ready. After they were ready, we would walk into town to a few pubs and clubs. Then, depending on if anyone pulled or not, we would end up back at one of the common rooms with some food to end the night. At some point, the girls would usually disappear, informing us they were going to look for men. That was fine by us as we got to look for women we were actually hoping to sleep with, rather than hanging around with them.

Only recently turning 18, the girls were all talk most of the time; a couple of cheeky kisses here or there but it wasn’t often they went any further. Of course, they would always brag about a kiss like they were the most desirable women; and they would rave about how lucky the men were to get a kiss from them. We had mastered the art of ignoring these types of conversations at the end of nights. It felt like sometimes we went out as a group more for the security of being in a group, rather than actually wanting to spend more time together. You knew anyone in the group would have your back if it was needed.

The whole situation came about at Christmas. The eight of us had headed home for the holidays and were in Lauren’s parent’s house exchanging gifts. Lauren’s parents were away with Ashley’s parents for a few days before Christmas leaving an empty house. We were in the games room which had a pool table and widescreen TV. The drinks were flowing and we were all on our way to being drunk. We did Secret Santa so we didn’t all have to buy 7 gifts. Everyone gave a little prank gift along with the actual present.

It was my turn to open my presents. My actual gift was a new game for my PlayStation which was great. Whoever bought it had done well, and I certainly played that up. Then followed the prank gift, and as I ripped the wrapping paper, everyone burst out laughing. It was a blow up doll girlfriend. I thought about how to react; I could be angry that someone was making fun of me or I could play along. I decided to play along and proceeded to blow the doll up.

“That’s the best looking girl we have seen you with in a while, Alex.”

“She’s hot! I think she would be better off with me.”

After the next few presents it was obvious that the prank presents were all of similar nature. A tub of lube for Ken and edible underwear for Kate. Everyone seemed to be taking advantage of being 18 and being able to buy presents for ourselves.

I was buying for Jamie, he was into cycling so I bought him some new lights for his bike that I knew he wanted. They were received well and I was proud of myself. I had done similar to everyone else for the prank present and bought him a novelty thong which were designed like an elephant. There was even a trunk in the front to hold your dick! As everyone was laughing, Ashley made a comment about him not being able to fill the trunk. She had a habit of trying to put us down, casino siteleri even though she hadn’t been with any of us.

After a few others opened theirs, it was Ashley’s turn last. Her prank gift was a box of condoms, and she blushed a bit when she opened them. As we all laughed she felt like she had to play along; she quickly took one out the wrapper and blew it up, and proceeded to try and hit people with it. Once it was deflated, she held it up and, again, trying to put the lads down, said that she would need to find someone big enough to fill the condom because no one in the room was man enough for it.

“Quick to run your mouth Ashley. How would you know what we are packing?” Ken asked. His reaction made it obvious that he had put up with enough of her nonsense for the night.

“Care to prove me wrong then?” Ashley retorted.

“What’s in it for me if I do?”

The room suddenly fell silent as these two faced off, everyone waiting to see who would break first.

“Come on, big man. I’ll give you a chance. I’ll even help you get hard, and if you fill it, I will take you home tonight and let you use another one to fuck me.”

“Ashley, where the hell did that come from?” exclaimed Lauren.

“Well if he is enough to fill this, I’m sure it will feel good no matter who it’s attached to. He was the one who started it. I just want to see if he has what it takes to back it up.”

She turned back to Ken.

“Well, what’s it going to be?”

I had seen Ken in the showers and he was a decent size, so it would be interesting to see his answer. He decided to go on the offensive and tried to move the attention away from him.

“Nah, you wouldn’t be able to get me hard anyway. I like girls with big tits and I’m afraid you are lacking in that department. You don’t measure up to my needs.”

“Well it wasn’t me who started bragging about my size, now was it Ken?”

You could feel it starting to get a bit nasty so someone had to change the subject.

“Now that all the presents are opened, who fancies a game of pool?” I suggested. That was all I could think of at the time.

“Yeah I need another drink anyway.” Lauren answered.

Ashley followed her out to the kitchen to get a drink. Kate, Jamie and Chris followed me over to the pool table. We played doubles and the confrontation between Ashley and Ken eased away. Christmas music was blaring out of the stereo. I won the first game with Jamie as my partner.

Kate kept dancing in an attempt to distract us as we took our shots to put us off. She had the perfect figure, tanned skin, dark brown hair and eyes. Big boobs and a big ass, the kind you just want to grab. She had definitely grown up and she knew how to dress to show her figure off. She pulled a sad face jokingly when I potted the black, despite her bending over and flashing her cleavage behind the pocket.

I was getting booed by the other lads who obviously wanted to see Kate play some more, as she would bend over the table to shoot, giving us great down-blouse shots. I excused myself to get a drink so she could play the next game. This seemed to please everyone in the room. She called Lauren in to be her teammate, knowing she would play similar games to try and distract the opponents.

As I got to the kitchen, Ashley was in there on her own and I could tell she was still a bit annoyed Ken had argued with her. I jokingly asked what she was annoyed about, the fact he called her out of the fact she isn’t getting fucked by someone that claims to fill the condom.

“Whatever. None of you are man enough for me anyway. Ken just proved it by backing down after trying to stand up for himself.”

“You didn’t answer the question.” I said. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed back to the game room.

“Just so you know Ashley,” I said as I was walking away, “I have used those condoms and I haven’t had any complaints so far.”

I cracked a smile as I continued back to the others, leaving her to ponder what I had just said. The seed had been planted and I hadn’t even planned to do so. My slot oyna recent victory in pool gave me a big confidence boost. I was also a little drunk, and her smart mouth got a rise out of me.

I went back to the games room and stood casually, just watching them play. Ashley came back in with the shocked look still on her face. She stood on the other side of the table, sipping her drink. I wish I could read minds so I could know what she was thinking. Nothing had ever been sexual between us, but I had just thrown it out there. My mind was racing. Was she as good as she thought she was in bed? Was she planning on getting me hard to test the condom? If she was, how would she do it?

It took about 15 minutes before she had to move so Jamie could take his shot. She slowly walked around the table and stood next me. After making sure no one was watching her, she whispered in my ear that she was headed to the bathroom, and if I wanted to prove my point, then I should meet her in there. As she walked away she didn’t look back. “Well played, Ashley.” I thought to myself.

I waited a bit to try and avoid any suspicion before following her out. I wasn’t about to miss out on a possible blowjob and more. I was a horny teenager, after all. It didn’t really matter to me who it was. I gingerly knocked on the door just in case someone else was in there. She opened the door and invited me in. Like the rest of the house, the bathroom was big; it had a walk in shower, a deep bath, double sink with counter tops with mirrors the full length of the counters. I stood with my back to the sinks and waited for her to make a move.

“Well, what’s it going to be Ashley? Do you want to do this? Or do you want me to leave? We won’t ever mention it again.” She did look nervous, but then again, it was her who invited me in there. I don’t think she really thought I would follow her, or was big enough to prove her wrong.

She walked towards me till we were face to face. Looking me dead in the eyes, she rubbed her hand down the front of my pants. As her fingers wrapped around the outline of my cock, she took a deep breath. She looked like an animal that was about to be fed after being starved. She started licking her lips, trying to tease me.

In no time at all, she wanted it out of my pants. She undid my belt buckle with ease before dragging my underwear down along with my trousers. I was semi hard already so it sprung out and hit her in the face as she pushed my pants to the floor. She stood back and just looked at it for what seemed an eternity.

“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting that. Why aren’t you bragging about that thing constantly?”

“Well, what now? Do you want to back out?” I broke her out of the daze.

“Why don’t you get it hard to see its full size?” The alcohol had given me this brazen confidence. All the porn I had seen, and being part of a few different sport teams, meant I knew I was bigger than average. Just under 9 inches hard, plus I had good girth too. My fingers couldn’t touch when they were wrapped around it. I was always trimmed short down there, adding to the illusion, or so I thought.

Ashley stood up, turned round, and started backing up so her ass was grinding against my crotch. She knew I was an ass man, so this was her plan to get me hard. The grinding was good but her skirt was restricting my cock from really pushing deep between her cheeks, which was a little frustrating. I put my hands around the hem at the bottom and started to lift it up to her waist. She had on a tiny g-string. My cock slipped into the crevice between her ass very easily now.

It seemed like only seconds of this before I was hard and was pushed between her thighs. I could feel the heat of her through the thin material of her underwear. She was on her tip toes, being that she was shorter than me. It must have looked like she was balancing herself on my cock from the front. I put my hands on her hips to help with the motion up and down my length.

All of a sudden, she stepped forward, leaving me totally exposed with my hard on sticking out in front of me. canlı casino siteleri It gave me my first chance to see her ass uncovered. She ran her hand up her thigh before lifting her hand up to show me the wetness. I had been leaking precum onto her.

“Well, I guess that means it’s time to see if I fill the condom then.” I said.

“I think we both know full well you will. Why don’t we save them for when we’re alone and make full use of them?” she replied.

“So you’re just going to get me hard and leave me here hanging?” I responded.

“Now that would just be mean, wouldn’t it?”

As Ashley said that, she turned and began to strip, lifting her top up over her head, leaving her standing in her underwear with her skirt bunched around her waist. Her cheeks were pink and she looked as flustered and worked up, just as I was. She undid her bra and it fell to the floor, exposing her small tits. Her nipples were like bullets sticking out and her pale skin was full of goose bumps.

I wrapped my hand around my cock and began stroking it, watching the striptease being performed in front of me. I went slow as I didn’t want to blow my load before finding out what she had planned for us. Her skirt and g-string dropped to the floor and she stood with her hands on her hips for a minute so I could take in the view. She was totally shaved so the wetness of her pussy was easily visible. She was skinny and, as I thought, with her small tits and tight ass, no real curves on her body. But I wasn’t about the insult her and put an end to this.

“That is fucking hot. Are you always shaved?” To this day I don’t know why I asked that at this point.

“Not all the time, and it was a spur of the moment thing before the Christmas holidays; but I kind of like it so it may become a regular thing. Now, should we do something about that club you have sticking out?”

“What do you have in mind?”

With a devilish grin she dropped to her knees in front of me and, without hesitation, took me into her mouth. The warmth of her mouth felt amazing, her lips wrapped around the head as her hands started to wank me into her mouth.

We made eye contact as I watched her, she had definitely done this before. She went at it with such enthusiasm. I put my hands on the counter behind me to stop the urge of grabbing her head and forcing her to go deep on me. Just let her do her thing because it felt great and I knew I wouldn’t last long. My breathing speed increased and my heart was pounding as Ashley started to take more and more of me.

“I am going to cum any second.” Being the gentleman I warned her before it happened. I didn’t want to do anything to stop this from happening again.

“Well we haven’t got time to clean a mess up so I guess you’re cumming in my mouth.” I took from her tone that this wouldn’t have been her first choice, but she offered so I was more than happy to oblige. A few moments later my balls tensed, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down onto me and exploded into her mouth. She choked a bit as I pushed my cock deep into her mouth, but she regained her composure and swallowed it all like a pro. She stood up and started to kiss me, I could taste myself but I was still in my orgasmic daze, so I just went with it. I picked her up by her ass and she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me as close into her as we could possibly be.

After a minute or so we pulled away, catching our breath. That was the first time we had kissed and it was so intense it took my breath away. I was ready for more with her standing there naked, but we both agreed we should head back to the party before everyone noticed we were missing. She was as seductive getting dressed as she was getting undressed. As we got to the door she kissed me again and put her hand in my pocket.

“Just a little memento. I don’t often say this but I was so wrong about you. You are more than man enough. I will not be questioning your size ever again, it will only be mentioned when I am talking about how much of it is inside me.”

Then she left first, making sure the coast was clear. I put my hand into my pocket to see what she meant, and there I found her g-string. Ashley had gone back out to the party with no underwear on. What a tease! This was going to be a fun night.

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Cider Apple

The twins Amy and Beth are 18. I am 20 and my stay at home mom is 40. Dad is 45 and a psychiatrist.

We all live at home. The twins are starting college and I am in my third year at NYU studying to be just like dad. One strict rule we all have is to be home for supper every evening unless we have a very good excuse to not be there.

One night I was coming home late and supper had already started. The twins were arguing with dad about getting their own cars. Mom was chiming in and arguing for the twins to get it. Dad was getting exasperated and really getting hot under the collar as I walked into the front door. I closed it quietly as I heard him yell to all of them CIDER APPLE!

All of a sudden it was quiet and when I peeked in, they all seemed to be in a trance. Dad said to them to relax, take a deep breath and forget the talk about a new car. He then said APPLE CIDER! They all woke up and chatted among themselves. I reopened and slammed the door and walked into the dining room.

Dad said “what’s your excuse for coming home late”. I said “the trains were very slow tonight and I couldn’t get home any sooner”. He said ok and I joined casino siteleri them for dinner.

I wanted to ask him about Cider Apple but thought better of it. The next morning, while mom was making breakfast, I came into the kitchen. We were alone. She was pouring juice into all the glasses when I said CIDER APPLE. She dropped the container on the floor and just stood there. I walked over to her and pinched her. Nothing!!! Dad had hypnotized mom and Amy and Beth. I woke her up by saying APPLE CIDER. She looked down and saw the juice bottle on the floor. She looked up at me and said “how clumsy of me”. I said “Mom, it happens to all of us. Don’t worry about it”.

Now I never thought of incest with the twins or my mom but seeing this reaction, it stirred my loins. My sisters and I are, and have been very close. When we see each other we give each other kisses and that’s it. When we were younger we used to wrestle until we developed and then dad put a stop to it and explained the birds and bees to all of us.

But it was fun while it lasted.

I saw Amy one afternoon and we were alone. I said Cider Apple. And instantly she had this dazed look about her. I told her slot oyna that whenever I asked her a question she must tell the truth.

I asked her if she ever thought of me in a sexual way. She blurted out “Beth and I often fantasize about you. its how we go to sleep sometimes.”

I instantly had a boner. I told her to act on her feelings any time she felt like it and not to think about the fact that I was her brother. I told her she would feel wonderful and refreshed when she woke up. I then said “Apple cider”.

I took a shower and put on a bathrobe when Amy walked into my room. she was wearing a bathrobe as well.

I said hi and she said hi. She had this smile on her face. She pushed me down on my bed as she slid across to me. She put her hand on my leg under the robe and slid it up my thigh. How’s this? She asked. “It’s a start”, I replied.

She undid my robe and took it away, then untied her own robe, letting it drop to the floor. She pressed me back on the bed, knelt beside me and kissed my penis. I made a little noise.

She took me in her mouth and played gently with me, rubbing a nipple, getting the response she wanted at both ends. She held my testicles canlı casino siteleri in one hand, doing inventive things with her tongue, and then she stopped for a moment. “This is just for you” she said. “You don’t have to wait for me”.

“I want you know,” I said, panting a little.

“Maybe later” she said, taking me into her mouth again. She pushed my legs apart and pulled my knees up, and then she began exploring the cleft of my buttocks with her fingers.

“I’m going to explode soon,” I said.

“Not yet,” she replied, and then began again. She moved her head slowly up and down, beginning with the tip, and then pressing until nearly the whole length of my length had disappeared.

I couldn’t find the words, only noises.

Then I exploded, and she stayed with me for another minute, prolonging the orgasm, keeping me going until I could only cry out and collapse back onto the bed. Finally, cradling my testicles in a hand, she laid her head on my belly and kissed it softly, “How are you?” she asked.

“I can’t make a fist,” I replied

“You hardly need to,” she laughed. We remained that way for a moment, then she climbed onto the bed with me and lay on top of me nestling her head onto my shoulder.

She turned her head to me and whispered “wait till I tell Beth”. But get ready. We’re doing it again. I thought to myself, OMG, I’m going to die.

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It’s been years since I’ve been on the Internet regularly for sex/porn but recently I’ve been motivated by what I’ve seen to write about my first homosexual experience, which happened about 8 years ago, when I was 22.

I met Steve in a chat room. He lives a few towns away. He was 38 and divorced. He explained how he wished he had known more about his homosexuality at an earlier age, which would have saved him much time and heartache.

We chatted a lot those first few weeks. I explained that my dating experiences in college were disastrous and that I had found myself looking at gay porn on the Internet more and more. This activity increased to every night after I got my first apartment. I had shaved myself smooth from the neck down and bought myself a small vibrator that I rubbed over my cock and asshole while I masturbated.

Steve talked about his experiences during our chats and I told him of my desires. Typically, just after we signed off, I would blow a huge load in seconds because he made me so hot

I only got hotter when he started to explain to me that I was probably a ‘bottom’. I wasn’t really familiar with the term but as he explained it, it sounded correct. My fantasies involved a man making me suck his cock and to be fucked. To that end, Steve talked me thru pushing my small vibrator into my ass while we chatted a couple of times to see if I’d like it.

I did.

Steve told me based on his experience that I’d be best served by having gay sex in real life before I got hooked up with some woman and repressed the desire…which could come back later to haunt me as they did him.

A couple of weeks later, he invited me to his home on a Friday night and told me to bring an overnight bag. When I arrived there, it was clear Steve was ready to get down to business. He was wearing a robe. I sat down and he offered me a beer, which I quickly chugged down and accepted his offer for another.

As I was draining that beer, Steve let his robe fall open. He had on a leather jock strap type thing and a black leather band around one bicep. Steve stood up, took off his robe and reached next to the couch, handing me a disposable enema bottle.

“Here, go clean yourself out in the bathroom. I will want to play with that ass later,” he said.

I went into his bathroom trembling but got on all fours and emptied the enema bottle into my ass. I heard Steve call out: “and when you come out of there, the only thing I want you wearing what is on the wall!”

I quickly looked up to see a studded leather chest harness hanging up and when I was done with the enema, took off my clothes, putting the strange contraption on, I turned to look at myself in the mirror and thought “Oh my god…I look like of the men in gay porn!”

I sheepishly went back to Steve and he told me to kneel before him. He took my right hand and put it on his jock strap. His bulge was enormous and within a minute of my holding my hand on it, he commanded “take it down now.”

As I pulled down the leather cover, his half hard cock sprang free and I gasped just a little. It was already almost 7″, very thick and had a huge, mushroom head. As I pulled off his strap, Steve smiled and asked “like what you see?”

I quickly nodded. “Then show it some respect, kiss it!”

I felt compelled to follow his instructions and brought my lips to plant a tentative kiss on his cockhead. “Good boy,” Steve said. “now make it hard, kiss up down the shaft and my balls”

I proceeded to kiss up and down his meat, kissing the big balls each time I reached the bottom. His cock slowly got harder and the head swelled into a fat dome.

I couldn’t believe how hot I was getting kissing his meat. It was something I’d dreamt about so long. Steve slowly rubbed his cock back and forth across my face. After a couple minutes of this he said “okay now take me between your lips”

I took his head into my mouth and felt like I had just taken in a huge lollipop. Steve put his hands in my hair and said softly “relax your jaw and breath through your nose while I feed you dick”

As soon as he sensed me following orders, I felt Steve pulling my face down on him and I instinctively moaned a little. He released his hands from my head and smiled a gorgeous casino siteleri smile at me and whispered “yeah, I knew you’d like it in your mouth. Now bob up and down a bit, give me head boy”.

When he said that, it triggered something primal in me and I started to move my mouth up and down, only taking a few inches in but feeling like a slut who was giving head to a man as I did. Steve then began to talk encouraging to me as I bobbed, he said things like “there, doesn’t it feel good to suck a cock? Guys like you suck the big cocks of men like me, it’s completely natural for you to be a cocksucker”

As I heard, those words, I knew they were completely true. I was playing a role I’d seen in porn hundreds of times and it was wonderful!

For the next half hour, I was sucking Steve’s huge prick in various positions. He placed me face up and face down on the couch, getting about 5 inches in with each stroke. When I’d start to gag, he would pull back but then get the head right back there and I learned to stifle the gag reflex pretty well.

Finally, I was back on my knees before him as I started and bobbing freely up and down on his prick, as Steve chanted “oh yeah…oh yeah” for a while.

In a flash, he grabbed both hands to my head and I literally saw his balls draw up into his crotch. Then I felt the first jet of thick, hot cum blast into my throat. They were followed by pulsation after pulsation and I felt like my mouth was filling with thick, hot snot.

I remember thinking as he was ejaculating in my mouth how I had cum in a couple girls mouths and that for me….being on the receiving end…was SO much better. I loved the feeling of being used like this.

His cum was salty and sweet and was such a cool sensation to have it sliding down my throat.

When Steve was done ejaculating, he pulled my head off his meat and asked what I thought. I was somewhat speechless but managed to stammer, “Awesome.” To which he smiled.

He then suggested a shower together. He had a very large tub/shower and after I removed the harness, we were soon under the spray, where he took me in his arms and kissed me forcefully. Making out with a man, feeling his stubble on my face was absolutely a delight.

Steve then told me to soap him up. As I did so, he instructed, “Now spend a lot of time on my asscrack and hole, wash it up good.” I eagerly accepted and rubbed the shower gel well up and down his crack and around his anus.

When I was done, he placed both hands on my shoulders and applied pressure downward. I quickly fell to my knees. Steve then turned around, bent over slightly, and ordered me to part his cheeks. I did and was instantly staring at his hairy asscrack and scrotum.

“Show me some respect now boy, kiss my asshole!” Steve barked. I moved my face into his wet asscrack and kissed the hole. “Now put your tongue out and rim me,” he said. I placed my tongue flat against his anus and again, began to do something I’d seen so many picture of and dreamed of doing for years.

With the soaping I’d done, there was hardly any taste. It was such a turn on to lick a man’s ass. Steve turned his head around and said, “Very good. Now it’s time to put your tongue inside. It will taste stronger but don’t worry, guys like you learn to love the taste of shithole after a while.

“Shithole”: that word hammered home what I was about to do and my heart was hammering in my chest as I pointed my tongue and pressed it into Steve.

His wet hole gave way and my tongue slid right into his sphincter and the taste was incredible. I felt like I was doing something so much intimate than when I’d licked a girl’s pussy.

When I heard Steve moan a little. I knew I was doing something right and slowly got the hang of eating ass, reveling in the taste and smell of a man’s exit.

I continued to tongue his asshole for about five minutes. Then he slowly stood up and turned around….displaying his fully engorged erection right up against my face again.

Chuckling, Steve said “back to the bedroom…”

After we dried off, Steve put the harness back on me….then attached a studded dog collar around my neck. Where the dog license would be was instead a tag shaped like a cock and balls that was engraved slot oyna “Queer”

Steve laid me on his bed with my legs hanging over the edge, face up. He went to his nightstand and returned with a large tube of KY. He was then applying liberal amounts of it to his fingers and pushing them gently up my ass.

While I was excited, I was also very scared about what was about to happen and that must have showed on my face.

“Relax,” Steve assured. “There were a few nights where I told you how to put your vibrator in your ass when we were chatting, remember?”

“Yeah” I responded nervously. “But my vibrator is nowhere near as big as you or flared at the tip like that”

Steve smiled that beautiful smile again and said calmly. “From what I’ve seen, you are probably going to like this a lot. No more practice, tonight you are going to become a real bottom”

He began rolling a condom over his big head, then down the shaft. With one hand he pushed my legs back to my chest. When Steve did that, it only confirmed that he was taking charge and I felt scared and excited at the same time. All those things I’d seen on the internet of one man fucking another and I was finally going to see what it was like.

In seconds, He was rubbing his cockhead against my well-lubed asshole. As he did I thought of the few women I’d fucked and how Steve was probably a lot better at fucking because it was such a sensual move and teasing at the same time.

Then he put both hands under my knees to balance himself and I felt tremendous pressure on my anus as he leaned forward. When his cockhead started to enter me, I did my best to stifle a scream. I felt as if a baseball bat were being crammed into me and clutched hard at the sheets.

“Just relax buddy,” Steve said, looking at the grimace on my face. “we need to convert this tight ass of yours for cock”

“oh my god” I managed to utter back. I began to think that being fucked was going to be very difficult.

When his head popped through my sphincter, there was a slight relief from the discomfort because his shaft wasn’t as thick but the stretching sensation only moved…to inside my ass.

Steve smiled as he slowly, very slowly, put his weight down, easing inches into ass. As he did, I could literally feel my insides being stretched into the shape of a cockhead.

Steve had an ear to ear grin and I looked at him and I managed to give back faint smile through the discomfort. He leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss, then whispered in my ear “I know it’s different than when you put a toy up your ass but you are going to love this….”

With that, Steve pulled back until just his head was inside me, firmly took hold of me with a thigh in each hand and pushed his cock in until his balls touched my ass. I felt like I was going to pass out.

When I regained my composure a few seconds later. Steve was gently pulling back and pushing his meat in a sawing motion. I startled myself when I let out a low moan and realized my ass was loosening for him.

Steve grinned and said “Now that’s what I like to hear!” and leaned his face in until we kissed again. This time I kissed back passionately, letting all my emotions flow in that kiss. I felt overwhelming lust, fear and so much passion for my first time taking a cock in my ass.

When the kiss broke, Steve took both my ankles and pulled them up until my knees were over his shoulders. Then he began to slowly, but steadily, work his cock in an out of me.

The discomfort was quickly disappearing, replaced by an incredible feeling of fullness each time he’d pump his dick into my asshole. I heard Steve say…’hmmm…you seem to really be enjoying this”. I looked down and saw my own cock was rock heard and swollen against my belly. I blurted out “oh man …”

Steve responded. “No, it’s good. Your body is showing you that you like being a bottom. You’re hard and the only stimulation you’re getting is getting fucked. Excellent!”

He then pulled out and roughly turned me over, ordering me up on my knees. He moved his cockhead to my asshole again and pulled me by my hips back onto it, slowly sinking in the shaft. As he did, I instinctively lowered my head down.

Steve, said “That’s it boy. Arch your ass up canlı casino siteleri for dick, show respect for your top!”

Steve fucked me a little faster….then a little slower for about 10 more minutes. He was clearly experienced at bringing himself to the edge of orgasm, then pulling back. The room was smelling of lube, cock and ass.

Steve looked down to say “Still think you’re just bisexual guy?”

I managed to hoarsely say back “God Steve…I love your cock”

I realized that the times I had fucked a woman, I had secretly been wanting the opposite—to have a man fucking ME and taking him.

“Oh you’re going to have to do better than that….” And as those words lingered in the air, he reached down and yanked up on my dog collar. When he did that, I noticed I was beginning to moan and not a particularly masculine moan either. He would slowly pull back then, in a rush, jam his meat back up my ass till he reached his balls. I was moaning more as I heard him chuckle a little behind me.

He asked how this compared to the dildo.

“No comparison” I managed to answer between moans.

“Great.” He replied and pulled his cock from my ass then ordered me to get on my back again.

Steve pushed my legs back again and entered my ass easily and to the hilt. He pumped a couple of strokes into me then reached down and took my throbbing cock in his head and slowly began to stroke it.

I heard him say “Congrats Boy, you take a thick cock up your ass like a champ…time for your little dick to cum”

I felt the orgasm of my life about to let loose and groaned. With 20 seconds the first rope of cum blasted onto my chest. Steve had a very firm grip on my meat and pointed it so that the next one, hit me directly across the face…I must have had 5 successive shots of semen go onto my cheeks and hair. I had never cum so hard in my life.

After only another few seconds of pumping, Steve moved in until his balls touched my ass and closed his eyes as I felt his cock start twitching strongly in my bowels. I could literally feel the tip of the condom filling with cum.

I was in absolute ecstacy. I felt like I had pleased a man not only to cumming in my mouth but in my ass as well. Thoughts were going off in my head like a neon sign: These were the most natural feeling acts of lovemaking I’d ever experienced. Every time I’d had sex with a woman, it had seemed so phony. This didn’t.

And I knew the reason why. I always believed they age old expression about “a whore in the bedroom” What I hadn’t had confirmed to me up to that day was that it was ME who was meant to be the whore to a man, not a woman to me. Everything was becoming clearer about these things to me in the after rush of my first real fuck.

Steve wasn’t done with me. He slowly pulled his cock from my asshole and knee walked up to my face. He proceeded to remove the condom from his cock and ceremoniously turned it upside down and another load of wet, smelly mancum splashed directly from my face.

Then he slapped his fat cock onto my face and started rubbing it around, mixing the semen I had shot from my cock and he directed to my face and what he just dropped from the condom.

Steve would periodically, push he semisoft meat into my mouth afterward, so I would lick and suck it clean. I knew how much I smelled of cum and how it tasted in my mouth. And I could still smell my ass in the air too.

When we were done I was still overwhelmed with raw emotion and told Steve it was so intense and what I had wanted for so long I couldn’t believe it happened.

Steve responded that “See, I’m not saying you are gay but there’s a good chance you are and you needed to see what this was like very badly. I could tell by the way you chatted online that you’d probably be total slut for me and I am very glad I was right!”

Steve offered to let me sleep over in his guest bedroom and provide additional ‘lessons’ in the future if I desired. I said yes to both.

After a good night’s sleep. I had my next lesson the next morning in the shower. Steve put down a towel and ordered me to my knees where I gave him a long blowjob in the steamy shower. He had me bobbing up and down quite a while later when he filled my mouth with cum.

We were off to the start of a wonderful friendship.

This story is completely true. If you like it, I’d love to hear from you, so you can let me know why. I could be inspired to write another story or two if there is demand.

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I finally tasted the salty piss-slit of the purplish-red cockhead as it touched my parting lips, and the veiny shaft slowly slid into my warm wet mouth. The scent of sweaty man meat from the base of hairy pink balls spun my brain into a cock-sucking machine. My head moved up to meet cock as my hips pressed toward my face. I felt the turgid meat twitch twice against my tongue, and warm gushes of goo flood my throat as I swallowed again and again.

When you suck yourself, with your legs up and over your head, you start to feel like a frantic dog craving juicy meat. This is a true story, in three parts, of how I came to enjoy man to man sex. The first part is about being curious and experiencing it for the first few times. The second part is about going cock crazy. The third part is about becoming a man lover.

Of course, I would set aside time in to jack-off, and when I found out I could suck myself, I did that too. But I really didn’t think about other men’s cocks. And I wasn’t thinking about any cock except my own the night when I was nineteen and hitchhiking from my girlfriend’s house to home. In fact, I was thinking about how I had been fingering her dark haired pussy when I stuck out my thumb to hitch a ride. My rock-hard cock was tight against my jeans when a motorcyclist stopped to pick me up. “Where you headed?” the cyclist asked. He was a man in his late thirties at least, wearing a tight leather jacket and leather riding pants. He had black hair and dark eyes. “A few miles to 12th and James,” I said. “Looks like you can hardly walk,” he laughed, looking at my crotch. “Well, climb on behind me, but no funny business,” he said, again chuckling. “I’m only kidding, kid.”

I climbed on the cycle, sitting behind him on the same long seat. He showed me where to put my feet, told me to hold on, and started up the cycle. I could feel the roar of the engine, and as he shifted, which was frequently for some reason, I would slide into him. There was nothing to grip, and since I felt like I might fall off, I took hold of his belt on the left and on the right. He pushed his hips back towards me, and bent further down on his bike, as he shifted again, and I slid into his leather-clad ass with my jean coated cock. I could feel my cock push against his ass each time he shifted, and I had nowhere to scoot to keep it from happening. I saw that we were not going to 12th and James, but somewhere else, and I could feel my cock getting even harder, and a rush of excitement surged through me. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but I started thinking at that moment about his cock. He finally pulled into an alley, pressed a garage door opener and we roared into the garage.

As the garage door went down, he said, “In case you’re wondering, I’m taking you where I know you want to go.” He reached into the folds of his leather pants and pulled out a thick long cock, and said, “Get down on your knees, boy, and put your mouth to this. I’m gonna fuck your face.” I felt as if I was in a trance as I fell to my knees before him, and parted my lips to take his cock into my mouth. My lips parted wide, and as they did, he grabbed the back of my head with both of his hands, and thrust into my face, pushing his cock into me until I started gagging.

I had tears in my eyes as I looked up at him, with his cock still way into my mouth, but not enough to gag me. “We can do it another way, boy, casino siteleri you can choose, but one way or another, I’m fucking you until I cum inside you. What will it be, your face or your asshole?” I opened my mouth wide, wrapped my lips around the long thick cock, and slowly slid my mouth down the rock hard shaft. I could not take it all the way to the base of his hairy balls, but I began moving up and down the pulsing shaft rapidly to try to compensate for it. His cock was bigger than what I thought a cock could be, and I didn’t want it up my ass. It had never crossed my mind that a cock could even go into an ass, let alone his hugecock inside my ass.

So I sucked his cockshaft ravenously, tasting the salty biker cocksweat, and hoping to avoid an anal assault. His cock began to twitch, and the tip pressed the roof of my mouth, when he grabbed my head and rammed down towards his cum-bulged, tightening ballsack.

“Eat my meat, you boy-bitch, and take my cum,” he shouted as I gagged on his throat thrusting cock. He pressed my head down, and my lips tight around his shaft base felt the manjuice pulsate through his shaft. My impaled throat felt spasm after spasm of warm musky sperm fill it to overflowing as I fought to free his grip. I was choking on his cum, when he let go, and I swallowed whatever juice had not been shot directly down my throat. He took me on his bike near to my home. “If you ever want more cock, kid, go to the Steam and Sauna on Arlington,” he said, and rode off.

A number of years passed until I tasted cock again. My wife and her mother went to a baby shower in another city, and were gone for the weekend. My wife thought it would be a good idea for me to stay with my father-in-law, Jack, at his house, “to keep us both out of trouble” as she put it. Friday night, a few hours after they had gone, Jack and I went out for a sandwich at a nearby neighborhood bar and grill. After eating dinner, we sat for awhile drinking beer. By the time we got home, I was feeling a little horny. “Let’s keep the party going, Mark,” Jack said. “You grab a few more beers from the fridge, and I’ll go for the hard stuff” he laughed. He came into the family room with a bottle of whiskey and a box filled with videotapes. “Here, pick a tape to watch,” he said, as he handed me the bottle. I took a swig and asked him where he had gotten all the tapes. “I’ve been collecting them for years,” he laughed.

“Let’s watch something unusual, Mark.” My head was spinning as I read aloud the titles…”Fisting Frenzy”….”Anal Orgy”….”Chicks with Dicks.” My mind flashed to the time when I sucked that biker’s cock, and my own cock began to grow. “You interested in that one, Mark?” Jack asked. “Not really,” I said. “Well, I am. Let’s put it in.” My cock pressed against my jeans as I put in the video. We drank a few more beers, and watched as a man sucked a short, thick cock to completion. My father-in-law was visibly rubbing his cock through his pants now, and it was turning me on. My cock throbbed with longing, and I wanted to taste my father-in-law’s meat. “You ever suck a cock, Mark?” he asked. “No,” I said. “But I use to suck myself every now and then.” “Really?” he questioned. “I’d like to see that.”

So I layed on the floor, and kicked my feet up and over my head, to show him how I did it. “Well, let’s see you do it,” he said. “I would need to take my clothes off,” I told slot oyna him. “That’s okay. And so you don’t feel funny, I’ll take mine off too, and try it.” So we each undressed. I watched as my father-in-law’s cock flopped from his boxer shorts, and I saw it was about my size, five to six inches erect, not thin but not thick, average, I guess, except he had no hair.

“Never see a shaved cock, Mark?” he asked. “Let’s see what you got.” I finished undressing. “Look’s good,” he said, his cock in his hand now, his hand moving up and down on the hardening veiny shaft. He layed down on the floor, and kicked his feet over his head, and pressed downward with his body. His cock was several inches from his mouth, and his asshole was exposed. I couldn’t take my eyes away from his smooth slit and his smooth balls.

“You like what you see, huh? Well, let’s see you try it.” My cock was fully erect, and my cockslit glistened with a hint of precum. I layed down on the floor, and kicked my feet over my head, and pressed downward. My cock came within an inch of my mouth, and I stuck my tongue into the cockslit and licked it. Jack was stroking his pink-purple cock as he stood above me, looking down on my ass cheeks and my hairy balls as I licked the tip of my cock. He reached down and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, pressing down with his thumbs into my ass crack, and pushed gently for me to take my cock into my mouth. “I just can’t do it, Jack,” I panted.

“Oh, you’re doing it you slut slave, Mark, you’re doing it,” he said, as his thumbs pried slowly into my anal opening. It turned me on to hear my father-in-law say that to me, and he could tell. He bent down for a minute and picked up a tube of lubrication, opened it, and spread it on the head and shaft of his cock. He put a big glob on the fingers of his left hand. He stood up, his glistening cock resting above my ass, and he began to knead my puckering virgin manslit with the index finger of his left hand. I could feel my asshole parting to receive his prying finger, and then another finger pushed inside.

My asshole burned with intrusion until I began to relax. Jack pressed a third finger inside my dark hair-rimmed man cunt and waited until I relaxed again before beginning to thrust the three fingers in and out and in and out. Then he lodged his three fingers deep inside my quivering anal opening, and waved them rhythmically towards my five and a half inches of hard pink meat. My father in law lowered my ass to the floor, and continued to wave his three fingers in my asshole while climbing on top of me. He took my cock into his mouth, sucking up and down in synchronization with his fingers.

He abruptly pulled his fingers from my puckering manslit, and pulled his mouth from my pulsing rod. He sat up, with his hairless asshole hovered atop my gaping mouth, and lowered his ass cheeks onto my head. He smothered me in assmeat. I could feel my face smashed by his smooth flesh, as he began riding my head and saying, “Eat my shit hole, you boy bitch, and lick me clean.” I felt like I could barely breath, as I stuck my tongue into his puckering shaved slit, and licked it ravenously as the musky scent of washed mancunt filled my flaring nostrils.

“You ass slave, stick it deeper,” he shouted, as he road my head. He bent his head down to my cock, as he spread his manslit wide for my darting tongue, then took my whole shaft canlı casino siteleri into his mouth down to the base of my balls. I felt my cock pulse, and as my tongue tasted the inner depths of his musky manpussy, I began to spasm into his mouth from deep in my fuckmuscle. I never thought I would have my mouth at the opening where shit spews, and that thought, coupled with his mouth on my cock, was too wild for me to hold back any longer.

Then Jack turned abruptly around and put his lips against mine and spit my white creamy cock juice from his full mouth into my own and I tasted cum again. He remained on top of me, face to face, and put his tongue into my mouth, and pinched my nipples, alternating one and then the other, twisting until I felt pain. I could also feel his turgid tool sliding against my tight anal opening, and I wrapped my legs up and around his torso like the slut I was becoming. This provided a better approach for his slippery shaved cock to slide slowly into my lubricated asscunt. The spongy tip of his rock hard dick pressed against my puckering virgin manslit. The veiny intruder pried apart my tight pussy lips and slowly, inch by inch, slid into what was before my shit chute, but what was now and hereafter my mancunt.

“Oooh” my father-in-law moaned, as his cockbase came to nest against my assflesh. “You have a tight ass, you bitch slave,” he shouted, as he began to thrust in and out, reaching down and taking my left taut nipple between his right thumb and forefinger and twisting harder and harder. My own cock lay limp, thick cum still oozing from its pink red head. I could feel my inner emptiness being filled by cock. I wrapped my legs tighter around Jack’s torso as he plunged a final time into my pulsing manpussy and his cock exploded with thick white jism spewing into my deep ass space. He lay there for a minute, and I was wondering, “What happens next?”

He slowly pulled his cock from my hole, and straddled my chest. His half-erect cock was covered with a cocoa-colored slime that was a mixture of sperm, lubricating jelly and mancunt cream. White cum oozed from the purple head as the cock dangled in my face.

“Clean me up, my boy bitch, and taste your asshole.” He leaned into my face, and I stuck my tongue out, and licked the pissslit clean. I could taste the thick glob of cum, and then I tasted the aftermath of a manhole fuck. I took the dangling cock into my mouth and devoured whatever was on that meat. “That’s right, Mark, lick me clean,” he demanded, and I did. He asked if I was thirsty, and I was. “Good,” he said. I was shocked when I tasted a few drops of piss in my mouth. “I’m not that thirsty,” I said, as I pulled away from his clean cock. “Yes you are,” he said, grabbing my hair, and pulling it.

“Open up, whore, and take my piss,” he shouted, pulling harder. I was still half-drunk, my head was spinning. My cock was beginning to fill with blood and get hard as I opened my mouth and a steady stream of golden piss was beginning to fill my mouth. I gulped the steamy hot liquid until it filled my mouth to overflowing and it ran down my cheeks. Jack directed the golden spray to my face until no more piss gushed from Jack’s cock. “You have been initiated now, Mark, and you’ll find yourself craving cock more than you crave my daughter’s cunt,” he said. I doubted that I thought, looking up at his now flaccid cock through piss splattered eyes. My raw red rectum was oozing sperm, and my cock ached for more mouth. We never spoke again about that night, or about cock, but my father-in-law did fuck me again five years later. But that story is for Part 2: Cock Crazed.

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Helen leant back and took a drag of the cannabis cigarette in her hand. She smiled at her companions, the public school educated boyfriend with his friends, and her friends from the local Comprehensive. Marijuana always made her chilled and she relaxed back sucking in the smoke from the illegal cigarette.

“When are your folks back?” A wiry black haired boy asked the eldest boy present in his well-spoken voice. Fabien sniffed.

“Monday,” he replied after pausing; the skunk was powerful and the girl smiled.

“That’s two nights of porn, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll,” she said slowly and waited for the appreciative titter.

Aaron looked up at her with a smile. “Foxy said we have some Coke if we wanted it. Or some E’s.”

Helen purred. “I like me pot,” she replied and turned back to her boyfriend, the black shirted Fabien. “It makes me horny.”

Fabien laughed and grinned. “So you and Amy then, you gonna do a lesbian show!” Amy cackled with laugher and Helen took a huge intake of breath through the spliff.

Helen grinned. “Yeah, we’ll do 69,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “If you two do as well.” There was some cheering and teasing as she pointed at her boyfriend and his friend. The two men spluttered, and shook their heads but Helen opened her arms up. “What? It’s OK for a girl to be bisexual but not a guy?”

“No, it’s different,” he spluttered and Helen sniffed.

“Right, well I want to see you suck a guy’s cock.”

“Pardon?”

“You heard,” she said with a smile. “Amy and I will do it if you and Aaron do it.”

“I don’t think so,” Fabien dismissed her, sweeping back his well-manicured blonde hair. “I don’t think Aaron wants to suck my cock, any more than I want to suck his, and Reuben and Paul don’t want to see that.”

“Yeah, but we do want to see you get naked,” Aaron told the girls and Helen sat back, stretching her legs on the sofa.

“Well, another one of my boyfriends did it, and it made me all hot.” Helen smiled at the expectant looks of the boys in the room. “I mean, and if I get all horny, I don’t know what will happen.” She flicked her eyebrows up and gave a grin.

“Who was it?” Fabien asked, his eyes barely leaving his girlfriend. “I mean you went out with Eddie before me, and he always gave me funny looks in the shower.”

Helen cackled. “I ain’t telling ya anything. But I do want to see ya lips on him.”

Amy bit her lip with a smile. “Yeah, I mean you guys love us to wrap our lips around yours, only fair you know what it is like.”

Fabien snorted. “No. I am not doing it.”

Helen shrugged. “Then I am not getting naked, and doing anything with Amy. And you are not getting laid tonight.”

Amy turned to her boyfriend and grinned. “You too.”

“What?” Fabien and Aaron called in unison. “I mean, we …”

“They want their end away,” Amy said with a grin, rubbing the bosom of Helen and then scratching her legs.

“But casino siteleri Reuben and Paul don’t want do see it.”

“They liked girl-on-girl porn.”

“That’s different,” Fabien replied immediately and Helen shrugged.

“Yeah, we’d like to see you and Amy,” Reuben told her.

“And I’ve not done that sort of stuff before,” Fabien added and Aaron agreed. “No idea what to do.”

“Well I ain’t done any lesbian stuff, but I’ll give it a go,” Amy said with a sneer.

Fabien and Aaron looked at each other and Aaron shrugged. “OK I’ll do it, if the girls promise to give us a show afterwards.”

“You fuckin’ fag,” Fabien shouted with a sneer, leaning back and shaking his head at the short boy gripping Amy’s hand. Helen turned to face him wrapping her legs over his thighs. “I ain’t-“

“I’ll let you put it anywhere,” she said interrupting him with a smile and kissed him on the cheek. “I mean I loved to watch it as part of a threesome with Ed … with my other boyfriend.”

“A threesome? You don’t think you have had too much practice,” the quiet Violet giggled as she took the spliff in the room, looking at Helen. “I mean you seem to have had tried everything.”

“Hey I’m eighteen,” Helen said with a smile. “And he hasn’t complained before,” she said jabbing a finger towards her squirming boyfriend. “He wanted a wild one.”

“Yeah, but now I am changing my mind,” Fabien said with a grin.

“But Aaron said he would,” Amy said, squeezing the hand of Aaron. “He’s game.”

“He is gay,” Fabien quipped and Aaron shook his head.

“No, I love Amy.”

Amy cooed appreciatively and kissed him on the cheek. Helen looked at Fabien with a raised eyebrow. “Well go on.”

He sighed. “Oh, I love you,” he said with a grin.

“Then suck his cock.” Fabien rolled his eyes and Helen kissed him on the neck. “I won’t, I mean you won’t, be getting any shagging from me until you do.”

Eight faces looked at Fabien who snorted into his drink. It took a further twenty minutes of pressure from everyone in the room before he relented and he crossed his arms with a scowl. “OK, but you so better give me a damn good time tonight,” he warned Helen who grinned at him.

“Of course,” she promised and climbed off her boyfriend’s legs. Both Fabien and Aaron were clearly nervous; Helen could tell, and she encouraged her boyfriend to strip. Reuben return from the kitchen to his family’s second lounge with a few drinks and his eyes fleetingly looked at Fabien’s erect appendage.

Helen had seen it many times, it was larger that most of her ex-partners, and she gently guided Fabien to the rug, propping a pillow underneath his head.

She felt a shiver, as she watched Aaron climb over him, his own thick, but reasonably short cock resting against her boyfriend’s lips, and then his own large cock touching Aaron’s lips. Fabien looked up at Helen, and she licked her lips; she had dreamt of this and slot oyna watched as Fabien reached forwards, opening his mouth and took the first inch of Aaron’s dick in his mouth.

Reuben sighed and gasped. “What does it taste like?”

Amy turned with a grin. “Well Paul is next to you,” she replied. “I can’t believe they are actually doing it.”

Helen nodded, watching Aaron impale his mouth on Fabien’s shaft, his tongue sliding over the glistening head, and rubbing the underside of cock.

Helen glanced at Amy and whispered in her ear; they watched Aaron start to rock gently into a rhythm and Amy wetted her finger, leaning down and pushing it against Aaron’s hole. Aaron stopped and Amy pushed forward gently wiggling her finger at his butt hole.

“Hey,” Paul called out. “Is he liking it?”

“I think so,” Helen replied, her eyes glazed and watched as her boyfriend was practically face-fucked by the other boy on top, his bucking rhythm jabbing the rigid member in and out of his lips.

Helen sniffed the scent of human arousal in the air and looked down at the damp mess of her boyfriend; saliva and pre-cum was running down his chin and she could see the sweaty testicles of Aaron touching her boyfriend’s face with every thrust.

She giggled as she watched Aaron bob up and down and glanced over to see Reuben and Paul with embarrassingly large bulges in their trousers. She felt a firm tingle and groaned, pulling Amy towards her. The slightly chubby girl smiled when Helen did it and she pressed her lips to Helen’s.

“Oh shit,” Violet murmured from the other side of the room and Helen pulled Amy in front of her stripping her of her top and began kissing her neck as her hands undid her bra. Aaron was clenching his fists and giving nasal grunts. “I think your boy is about to come,” Helen whispered, rolling the erect nipples of Amy between her thumb and forefinger.

“Yeah,” whispered Amy breathlessly and closed her eyes, pushing her hips back against the body of Helen. Helen continued to kiss her friend’s neck and writhed her body against the overweight girl who groaned nasally.

Both of the girls were transfixed as Aaron stopped bobbing and began to roll his tongue around the head of his friend’s cock, his fists gripping onto the rug by his head and his buttocks clenched.

He cried out and suddenly they saw Fabien start to thrash and his arms begin to wave energetically. Helen gasped and then frantically stripped her top and trousers off, as she watched, her body alive with arousal. Amy sensed it and they watched as Aaron raised his rump, his cock dripping with cum onto Fabien’s lips.

Fabien though, had stop thrashing and was grunting. Helen saw his cock twitch and pump semen into the mouth of his friend and immediately felt a shiver, rubbing her hands over the pitted, hairy legs. He grunted and Helen just spun Amy around and sunk her tongue into Amy’s mouth and then dragging her back onto canlı casino siteleri the sofa. Amy didn’t protest and giggled, pulling her trousers down and sliding her legs over Helen’s head and pressing down on her mouth.

Helen gasped and closed her eyes, running her tongue along the slick slit of her friend. She swirled it around the engorged pearl and felt Amy’s pubic hair tickle her chin.

She grunted, as Amy’s mouth touched her labia; she was already on edge with the filthy display her boyfriend had given her and only needed a small amount of touching from Amy to climax.

Amy, however, was not in the mood to give a small amount of touching, and gleefully wrapped her tongue over the engorged button of Helen and flicked it gently, running her tongue along her her friend’s slit.

Amy was giving nasal groans and grunts, as Helen’s tongue danced over her moist crack, sliding down from her clitoris to her hole, giving gentle laps at her entrance before going back and sucking on her sensitive button.

Helen savoured the taste of Amy, she didn’t mind the taste of another woman and felt the legs tighten over her head as Amy’s tongue probed her own folds.

Suddenly Helen could feel an intense eruption building up and, quite unlike when her boyfriend brought her to a climax, it was a deeper, more powerful feeling. She mewed as fingers, Fabien’s cold, wet fingers pressed against her bud. She squealed and pushed her hips up to give the intruder’s fingers better access and renewed her vigorous sucking on Amy’s pearl.

Amy squealed, and grunted, removing her lips from Helen as she screwed up her face, and her loins exploded with a cool, intense rush of relief. Helen felt the girl buck on top of her and just kept her sucking of her clit and Amy’s legs shook.

Helen kept up her assault on Amy’s button, grunting as the fingers massaged her ring and smeared it with a cold gel, before Amy returned her mouth to Helen’s slick cunt. She frantically lapped at Helen’s crevice and Helen grunted, before releasing into a powerful orgasm.

She became aware of the figures around her and laid back panting furiously. Amy stepped off of her and Fabien kissed her, before pulling her onto the floor.,

“Dya like sucking cock?” Helen teased and giggled when Fabien shook his head.

“Fuckin’ awful, but I get to fuck you all night so worth it.”

“I’ll do anything,” Helen muttered with passionate eyes and watched as Fabien speared his cock into her well lubricated pussy.

“Condom,” she muttered. “You gonna wear a condom?”

Fabien began pumping into her and he shook his head. “No, but I will do this.”

Fabien withdrew his cock, pushed Helen’s legs back and prodded his cock against Helen’s ass. Helen squealed as his slick cock went into her. “So you don’t get pregnant,” he promised and began to pound her rear.

Helen held onto the table legs and enjoyed the sensations of Fabien, the smells of arousal and the sounds of several pieces of flesh slapping all over the room.

Helen had never been to an orgy before, and the thought excited her, just like seeing Fabien with another guy. It was shaping up to be a good night!

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genç “o zaman bunu kutlayalım“ dedi.Bende barakalarında birer kadeh içki içebileceğimizi söyledim.Laleyi arabadan yavaş yavaş indirdik.Ben zar zor patikadan indirmeye çalışırken içlerinden birisi laleyi kucağına aldı.Ve yürümeye başladı.İki-üç dakika sonra balıkçı kulübesindeydik.Tavada kızartılmış balık yiyor,yanındada çay bardaklarına konmuşşarabı içiyorduk.Bardaklar her seferindetokuşturuluyor,biri bitmeden diğeri konuyordu.Bende sarhoş olmaya başlamıştım.Laleyse bir köşede pis bir battaniyenin üzerinde yatıyordu.Ortada ters çevrilmiş bir teneke masa olarak kullanılıyordu.Ne konuşulduğunu bile bilmiyor,sadece anlatılanlara ve bacaklarımda gezinen yağlı ellere şuh kahkahalar atıyordum.Bir süre sonra kendi aralarında konuşmaya başladılar.Bizi kendi didim escort bayan aralarında paylaştıkları belliydi.Bir süre sonra seslerkesildi.Beni dört kişi aralarına almıştı.Dudaklarım,göğüslerim,bacaklarım,her tarafım ısırılıp emiliyordu.Zavallı lalede aynı durumdaydı.Ama o olup bitenin farkında değildi.Zaten zayıf olan lambayıdasöndürdüler.Sadece dışardan süzülüp gelen ay ışığının üzerlerine vurduğu gölgelervardı.İnleme ve emilme sesleri birbirine karışmıştı.Ben çırılçıplak kalmıştım.Göğüslerimin ikiside şehvetten sulanmış ağızların içinde emiliyordu.Bir diğeri bacaklarımdan birini tutmuş yalıyor,dördüncüsüde içimde gelip gidiyordu.böyle bir zevki tüm ömrüm boyunca tatmamıştım.Tekrar pozisyon değiştirdiler.Bir tanesi sırt üstü uzanıp benide sırtüstü üzerine alıp tersten girdi.Bir diğeri iki bacağımı açıp üzerime yüklenirken diğerinin penisi ağzımdaydı.Dördüncüsüyse göğüslerimi ve bacaklarımı okşuyordu.Bu zevki alan birkadının bir daha tek erkekten zevk almıyacağını söyleyebilirim.Laleyede zaman zaman bakıyor,onunda üç erkek tarafından becerildiğini görmek bana müthiş bir zevk veriyordu.Üstelik kendisinin haberi bile yoktu.İyice sızmıştı.İlk boşalmalar topluca oldu.zevkin doruklarında dolaşmış,çığlık çığlığa kalmıştım.Ağzımı kaba eller kapatıyor,başımı yana çevirmek istedikce saçlarıma dolanan diğer hoyrat el başımı oynatmama izin vermiyordu.Bu bana çok daha büyük bir zevk veriyordu.Daha sonra birer birer içeriye girmeye başladılar.İşi biten çıkıyor,hemenbir diğeri giriyordu.İçlerinden en iri yarı olanı ve en son giren benimle çok hoyratça birlikte oldu.Bana bir kaç tokat attığında kendimi onun kölesi gibi hissettim.Hepsi işini bitirdikten sonra bizleri yine giydirip arabamıza kadar yine kucakta götürdüler.Lale olan bitenin pek farkında değildi.Ama yüzünde mutlu bir tebessüm vardı.Harika bir maceraydı.

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