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Kız arkadaşımla bir senelik sevgili olayından sonra sonun da evlenmiştik bu zaman zarfında hiç birlikte olmamıştık kız arkadaşım evlenmeden olmaz diye diye beni bir sene bekletmişti bu zaman zarfında hep bu günü hayal etmiştim ve sonun da beklenen gün gelmişti düğünden sonra hemen balayı illegal bahis için ayarladığımız otele gitti bir hafta tatil yapacaktık odaya yerleştikten sonra hemen eşimin üzerine doğru yanaştım işte bir senedir beklediğimiz an gelmişti.

Eşimde bu zaman zarfında çok sabırsızlandığını illegal bahis siteleri ve sonun da tam anlamıyla birbirimizin olacağını söyleyince sevişmeye başladık ben performans arttırıcı haplardan aldığım için zaten yerim de duramıyordum hemen eşimi hızlıca canlı bahis siteleri soymaya başladı yavaş ol artık seninim zaten deyince ben bir yıldır bu anı bekliyorum ne yavaş olmasından bahsediyorsun dedikten sonra hemen domaltarak amını okşamaya başladım oda sabırsızlanmış olmalıki hadi gir artık dedi bende içine girdim sertçe durmadan pompalamaya başladım zevkten çığlık cığlığa kalmıştı ben ise hapların etkisiyle duramıyordum o gece sabaha kadar siktikten sonra anca hapların ve bir yılın birikimini atmıştım çok güzel seks dolu bir geceydi.

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Lisede para ile kaşar olan kızı sınıfta sikiş hikayemi anlatmak istiyorum, aslında çok güzel bir hikayedi aklımda kalanları kadarı ile yazmak istiyorum, çünkü hiç biri aklımda kalmadı beş sene yaşanmış olay olduğu için iyi bir sikiş fantezisi olduğu için fazla uzatmadan lafa girmek istiyorum, o zamanlar lise illegal bahis üçüncü sınıf öğrencisidik ve alt sınıflardan birinden annesi fahişe olan ve güzel götlü biri vardı tabi annesi fahişe olduğu için güzel bir sikiş yapma hikayesi ilede yanıp tutuşan güzel götünü bir süre para ile verip sikmem lazımdı bunun illegal bahis siteleri için önce yanına gittim ve selam verdim, oda selam verince bir süre sohbet etmeye başladık

işte liseliyimiş dersleri kötümüş o yüzden bu yola seçtiği için son derece mutsuz olmasından kaynaklı bir durum kötü görüntü canlı bahis siteleri vardı, bend takma kafana sikerim derslerini, senide sikim dedim o güldü tabi bunun için iyi bir sikiş yapmak lazımdı ve hemen kıvama getirdiği için hemen para ile ne kadara veriyorsun dedim beş yüz dolar dediği için tamam dedim ve hemen çikardım parayı tuvalete geçtik ama orası pis olduğu için iyi bir sikiş yapmam lazımdı ve hemen sınıfa geçtim çektim sırayı yana ve hemen arkasına geçtiğim gibi güzel amına enfes bir sikiş ile girdim, tabi kimseye yaklanmadan iyi bir sikiş yaptım.

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Artık bu yollarda gezgin olan erkeğin turistik kafalarda yaşadığı eğlencelerden biraz daha farklı ve tabii ki kendine göre yataklı aşkın değerini de çok daha tahrik pendik escort bayan edici olacak bambaşka bir görünüşün sembolik sebebi olacaktır. Bazen hiçbir şey bunların üstünde değildir ve bunların istanbul escort bayan değerini anlamanın yolları daha karizmatik bakabilmek ve daha kibar istekler üzerinde görülen o efsanevi escort hanımları tercih etmektir. Tamamen bunlarla bir yolculuk başlar ve etkileyici olan kanatlardaki sürükleyici manzaralar biraz daha erkeğin kendi cumhuriyeti içinde yaşayacak olduğu önemli aşk felsefelerini anlatmaya başlar. Gecenin en temiz ateşinde en geniş alanların aşk tadında olun beyler.

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Ben Burak Büyük bir firmada yönetici düzeyinde çalışıyorum karımla evliliğimiz 5. Yılında ve 1 tane çocuğumuz var son zamanlarda iyice rutine binmiş hatta hiç olmayan bir cinsel ilişkimiz var ama mutluyuz! Yani bir sorunumuz yok! Karım tesettürlü fakat babasının firmasında çalışıyor oldukça zengin bir aile. Bir gün bir toplantı için dışarıda olduğum bir öğlen karımada uğramak istedim sürpriz olsun diye aramadım apar topar iş yerlerine gittim büyük bir bina giriş tekiler v.s. tanıdıklarından dolayı rahatlıkla odasına kadar gelebiliyorum iş yerleri açık ofis fakat yöneticilerin kendi odaları mevcuttu bende karımın odasına yöneldim kapıyı çaldım kimseyi göremedim biraz ilerideki sekreterine sordum muhasebeye gittiğini söyledi ne tarafta olduğunu gösterdi bende o yöne ilerledim karım muhasebeci bayanın yanında bir sandalyeye oturmuş uzun eteğini toplamış ve bir şeyler konuşuyorlar önünde masa var diye rahatlamak için eteğini topladığını anladım ama yandan gelen ve yan tarafında kalanlar neredeyse baldırına kadar açılmış eteğinden bacaklarını görebiliyorlardı ama kendisi bunun farkında bile değildi birden içimde bir ürperti oldu hatta sikim hareketlendi uzun süreden sonra biraz izledim ve ağır ağır yanına gittim beni görünce kalkmak istedi ama fırsat vermeden omuzuna bastırarak oturmasını söyledim ve hızlı bir hamle ile yandan bir sandalye çektim yanına oturdum çünkü o manzaranın kaybolmasını istemiyordum. Bana biraz işimiz var aşkım hemen odama geçeriz dedi. Onlar çalışırken ben parmağımla bacağına dokunmaya başladım parmağımı his edince kıpkırmızı oldu ama yanındakilerden dolayı sesini çıkaramadı. Sonra odasına geçtik bana –özür dilerim canım farkına varmamışım eteğimin o kadar açıldığının dedi. Kızacağımı sanmıştı. Sorun değil bebeğim dedim. Bacakların ne kadar güzelmiş hiç fark edememişim harikaymışsın bunu yeniden gördüm deyince. Bana sarıldı bende onu öpünce panik oldu çünkü babası çat kapı içeri girebiliyordu. O akşam evde karımı fena siktim sikerken de birlikte konuştuk ona mini etekler giydirmek istediğimden söz ettim. V.s. ve bunu denemeye karar verdik bir hafta sonu İzmir’e uçtuk orada açıldı saçıldı akşamda bir barda oturduk tam sağ çaprazımda biri karımın güzel bacaklarını ve göğüslerini kesiyordu önce ne yapacağımı şaşırdım ama sonra heyecanlandım. İzmir gezimiz ve teşhirimiz günü birlikti gece uçağımızla dönmek üzere taksiye bindik, dikiz aynasından taksi sörfünün karımın bacaklarını kestiğini gördüm bunun üzerine elimi bacaklarına attım ve okşamaya başladım ve eteğinin biraz daha açılmasını hata iç çamaşırının görünmesini sağladım karım sanki dünden razıymış gibi veya bu uzun monotonluktan sıkıldığı için olayın tadını benden daha çok çıkarıyormuş gibiydi aslında, beni heyecanlandıran tarafta buydu. Taksicinin sikinin kalktığına emindim ama artık hava alanına geldik ve İstanbul’a dönüp evimize girer girmez daha kapıda karıma saldırdım ve eteğini kaldırarak sikmeye başladım. Karım taksiciyi nasıl azdırdın diye sorunca ben şaşırdım ama cevabımda hızlı oldu ben değil karıcım sen azdırdın keşke burada olsa bizi izleseydi diye cevap verdim karımda burada olsa izletir misin gerçekten dedi. Ben sadece izletmem seni siktiririm deyince karımın ilk defa titreyerek boşaldığını his ettim. Sonraki günler bunu çok duşunduk ve neden olmasın dedim karımda yok olmaz falan dedi ama performansımın düştüğünü görünce sen nasıl istersen kocacığıma döndü, uzun uzun konuştuk ama kimle yapacağımızı bulamadık bir tuzla escort gün aklıma hiç binmediğimiz belediye otobüslerinden birinde fantezi geldi ona söyledim nasıl olacak imkânsız dedi biraz ar-ge yapmam gerekti çalışanlardan Tuzla yönünden gelen otobüsler geç saatlere kadar tıklım, tıklım ve uzun mesafe alıyorlardı karımla anlaştık ve otobüse binmek üzere durağa gittik önceden AKBİL’imizi falan almıştık karım la ilk defa otobüse biniyorduk ilginçtir ilk gelen otobüse binemedik sonrakine yalvar yakar arka kapıdan sıkışarak bindik bu istediğim şeydi rica minnet gençlerden izin isteyerek arka köşeye sığınmaya çalıştık koltukların bitimiyle arkada bir boşluk ve koltuğun orada direkle cam arasında bir köşe vardı bir an bi boşluk oldu oraya geçelim dedim ama liseli bir genç sırt çantasıyla bizden önce davrandı ve ben karımla çocuk arasında kaldım çocuk neredeyse bana değdirecekti otobüs firen yaptıkça karıma yer değiştirelim canım burası daha rahat dedim bu sırada çocuğun yanlışlıkla ayağına basmıştım kusura bakma derken aramızda bir tebessüm oldu artık karımın kalçaları çocuğa dönüktü ama lise 3 bile olsa bu gencecik zayıf çocuk karıma dayar mıydı acaba iş bana kalmıştı karımı itiyordum çocuğa ufaktan dayadıkça karım arada dönüp pardon ufaklık diyordu bende bu arada hafif yanında kaldığım karımın baldırına dayıyordum ama kimsenin bizi görmesine bizle ilgilenmesine imkan yoktu zaten otobüsün içinde çok loştu. Ben karıma dayadıkça ve sikimi sürttükçe sikim kalktı ama çocuğun hala bir şey yapmadığını düşünüyordum karımda dudağını ısırarak benim sikimi parmaklarıyla okşuyordu. İçimden hadi çocuk diyordum. Ve karımı iyice çocuğa bastırıyordum. Sonra bir an çocuğun gözlerinin benim sikime takıldığını gördüm. Ve kendisini öne doğru bastırdığını.. karıma baktım karım gülümsedi kulağıma ne sanıyorsun çocuk neredeyse eteğimi delecek kaç dk dır çok zevk alıyorum canım dedi. Harikaydı biraz daha cama yaklaşarak karımı iyice kapattım sonra fermuarımı açtım ve karımın elini içine sokarak sikimle oynamasını çocuğa gösterdim çocuk iyice azmıştı bende dayanamadım bir cesaretle karımın eteğini hafifçe yukarı kaldırdım çocukla arasında bir şey kalmasın diye o neydi karım iç çamaşırı giymemişti deli etti beni. Ozaman daha fazlası olmalıydı nasıl olsa birkere cesaret gelmişti çocuğun fermuarını açtım çocuk heyecandan derin nefes alıyordu sonra onun sikini çıkardım sert ve pürüzsüzdü karımın kalça arasına yerleştirdim karım irkildi ne oluyor dedi? Kulağına bu daha ufacık çocuk tadını damağında bırakmayalım dedim karım başını omuzuma koyarak olur aşkım dedi karımın sırıl sıklam amına siki sürterek sokmaya çalışıyordum ama ucu hafif girip çıkıyordu heyecandan deliğine tam oturtamadık ama kalçalarına ve amına sikini elimle sürtmeye başladım birkaç dk sonra sıcak bir ıslaklık his ettik karımda bende çocuk boşlamıştı yere damlamamsın diye avcumu açtım avcumda toplamaya çalıştım sonra karımın kalçalarına eteğinin içine iyice sildim toparlanıp çocuğu arkamızdan bırakıp ilk duraktta indik ve taksiye binerek arabamıza oradan da eve geldik.. evde bu ne sevgi ne aşktı birbirimize doyamayıp sevişip gülüşüp koklaşıyorduk. 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Masöre dönerek sizi soyabilir miyiz dedim, tabi dedi yanımıza geldi karıma dönerek beni siz mi soymak istersiniz kocanızın mı dedi karımda birlikte dedi karım gömleklerinin düğmesini çözerken ben ne yapacağımı bilemedim karımın belinden sarılarak saçlarından öpeyim dedim bu sırada karım omuzumdan bastırarak çömelmemi ve pantolonu çıkarmamı istedi şaşkın yüzümü görünce hani bana hizmet escort tuzla etmek istiyordun dedi. Haklıydı bunu ben söylemiştim emirde büyük yerdendi çömeldim ve kemerini çözdüm sonra pantolonun fermuarını indirdim karım tam dimimde izliyordu sonra pantolonu ve çoraplarını çıkardım tam kalkacaktım boxerınızı çıkarmıyor muydunuz? diye masöre sordu karım. Tabi dedim onu da çıkrayım dedim ellerimi uzatım karım elimi tutu eğilerek kulağıma dişlerinle çıkarır mısın aşkım dedi bütün vücudum yanmaya başlamıştı masörün siki dim dikti ama Karıcığım istemişti yapmalıydım. 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Ben aşkım o sik senin ister alırsın ister oynarsın dedim ozaman girsin dedi ama ben o liseli gence yaptığını unutamıyorum deyince mesajı aldım ayağa kalktım masörün sikini elime aldım karımın yanına çektim karıma bak böyle kavramıştım aşkım o zaman göremedin şimdi iyice gör diyerek masörün sikini sıvazladım sonra tekrar karımın kalçalarına oturmasını istedim ve alttan elimi karımın amına diğer elimi de masörün sikini tutarak amına yerleştirdim. Ve masörün kalçasına bastırarak karımın masörün yarağını iyice almasını sağladım. Karım deliler gibi inliyor ve beni yanına çağırıyordu dudaklarıma yapıştı masör arkadan karıma pompaladıkça karım benim dudaklarımı ısırıyordu sonra karımı iyice domalttı ve isterseniz alttan karınız amını yalayabilirsiniz dedi. Bende alta girdim üzerimde kıyafetlerim vardı ama bunu görmeliydim masör karıma poplarken bende amını yalıyordum tabi bu arada masörün sikinide dil darbelerim geliyordu karımda fermuarımı açmış sikimi ağzına alıyordu. Bir ara masör karıma görmek istiyorsunuz sanırım dedi karım eğilerek benim nasıl yaladığımı görmeye çalışmıştı. Masör ozaman pozisyon değiştirelim dedi masör yattı ve karımı da sırtı kendisine dönük şekilde kucağına oturttu bana da şimdi karınızın amını yalayın dedi evet karım her şeyi daha net görecekti karım masörün sikine oturmuş bende karımın amıyla masörün sikine darbeler atarken karım saçımı okşuyordu sonra kafamı aşağı doğru bastırdığını his ettim gözlerine baktım bir eli kafamda diğer eliyle masörün daşaklarını avuçlamış dilimi o daşaklarda kullanmamı istiyordu tabi yaptım bu şekilde 10 dk karımı siktirdim masör geliyorum nereye boşalayım dedi ben karımın amının üstüne boşalın dedim masörde ozaman bize yardım edin dedi masörün sikini çıkardım boşalırken iyice sıvazlayarak karımın hiç tüysüz ve pürüzsüz amının üzerine boşalmasını sağladım ellerim sperm olmuştu karım ellerimi tutu yaladı sonra benim kafamı yine amına dayadı çenem boynum masörün sikiyle temas ederken ağzım ve midemde spermleriyle dolmuştu. 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All characters are over the age of 18.

*****

“Sandious! Jabber-talking, slack-jawed, lemmings. The lot of you be silent!”

I sling a stone across the short distance at the queued retches. Standing on the ebony pier into the murk that is the river Styx, the gathered crowd of regret-squalling, tear-burbling, religious-postulating souls finally goes silent, when and only when my stone clips one of them in the head and he pitches into the river. Whatever lurks under those tepid waters, swirls up hungrily. I know not what it is, nor am I inclined to seek that answer. But it…or they, swarm over the fallen object lesson to my ire and frothy red the dark waters boil.

And of course, that starts the screaming again.

“Mordious. Pocapdedious!”

Leaping to my feet, I pull my rapier and stalk towards the huddle mass of the naked souls. I set the steel point into a half dozen posteriors, making them jump out my way, till I’m standing in the very middle of them.

“Listen to me, you retched bags of pus! I have had enough of your caterwauling about how this isn’t the afterlife you were expecting. Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news to the lot of you…fine, upstanding, not-doubt loved in life and missed in death…people. But…YOU! ARE! FUCKING! DEAD!”

Snarling, I run my rapier through one of them. Through her left tit! I don’t do it to be cruel but just to be sure I have their attention. She falls screaming to the muddy ground, clutching at the bloody mammary. I lean down, and after a moment, smile at her.

“Hurt? Yes? Tell me, why aren’t you dieing? I just drove two foot of steel through your nipple and then straight through your heart.” I hold out my hand, and before she can stop me, catch her by the hair, and pull her to her feet. I use that tangle of golden locks to direct her. “See? You are all fucking dead. Cold-corpse dead! Your time to make decisions, to complain about the way that the world has done you poorly…is over! Now, I want you plebeians to stand over here quietly, till your slimy boat to the…afterlife…appears.”

“Turn her lose.”

With a grin, I look towards the voice. A man. A tall man, nicely formed. Dark of hair. A chest sculpted with a craftsman’s level of precision, marred or enhanced by a trail of ebony hairs running down to a well-formed cock. He has about him the air of a man used to being the most dangerous person in a crowd.

“I said, turn her lose!” he demands.

“Oh, I heard you.” With a grin, I send her spinning off the pier and into the Stygian waters.

“NO! Don’t! Gagck!”

The point of my rapier went through the underside of his chin easily. Like a blade into water, it slid into his bared soul. When he opens his mouth to scream I see that I have penned his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

“Just because you can not die…does not mean I can not make you wish that you could.” I look over my shoulder illegal bahis when I hear Charon’s oar splash into the water at the end of the pier. The Ferryman is giving me a look of warning, I sneer in reply. Like the stick marionettes I played with as a child, I walk this fool I have impaled to his awaiting craft. “Here, I would hate for your to miss your chance at heaven.”

Ripping free my sword, I spin him by his shoulder when he grabs at the wound. Planting my boot upon his arse, I send him a tumble into the rancid craft to land in a whimpering pile at Charon’s feet.

With a smile, I bow to the Ferryman. Sending my rapier into its sheath, I walk back towards my tree stump. The other lost souls huddle away from me as I pass. They stand there looking at me, or at the boat, or at the red waters still churning under the quay

“Get the hell on the boat, or I will feed all of you simpering, pathetic, slugs to the thing in the river.”

They scamper down the pier into the craft. Lemmings off the cliff just as I named them. They have no idea where the Ferryman is taking them, or what new horror they might have to endure…forever…when they get to that most final of destinations, but oh they will pile on to his craft. Pay his demanded coin, without question or comment, and ride out into those odoriferous mists. Trusting. Trusting that “God” will keep them safe. That they are “Saved” because they had water pissed on their heads. That their “Savior” has a “Plan” for them…

I spit in their direction.

Picking up my quill I sit down to write, what I was of a mind to pen down…before I was so crudely interrupted. I jab my wrist for ink and begin to write.

As you might guess, I was a young man when I had my first joust into the lists of love and lust. Twas a Welsh maid of my father estate, she who had the care of the linen washing, that took my male maidenhead. Oh, she was no great beauty; had tits like a pair of meal-sacks, and certainly, to judge by my later exploits, not skilled at all in the act of the fuck. But what did I know then of the Forbidden Subject. Nothing. I was so much an innocent youth. But a month was I returned from the school father sent me to for my education.

Hardly had my eyes seen, or my ears heard, and certainly my hands had not touched.

That day, at dawn, I took my paints and went to the small rivulet, that crossed the property on its way to the family’s mill-run, with the hopes of making a naturalist painting of the local waterfowl. As I set up my small canvas and laid out my oils, I was interrupted in my preliminary sketching of a most handsome Red-breasted goose when I heard a woman singing. She approached the stream, with a large basket on her hip and before I could warn her off had quite frightened off my avian subject.

In a storm I went down there to give this bosomy maid a good-telling-off for disturbing my art, only to be greeted illegal bahis siteleri with laughter just moments into my diatribe. She, amid her laughter, began called me names that I did not like. English names.

“Infant.” “Baby.” “Child.”

I was none of these! I was a Gascony born son of the Viscount!

Catching her around her waist, I pulled her to me and planted a kiss upon her pert lips with all the authority of my position, rank, and title. When her lips met mine it was as if a gate opened and I felt a rise in my lance that only a severe need to piss in the morning, had ever brought about before then. It was a thing the monks at my school had hard words about. Hard words and harder punishment.

I was about to pull away when her hand found that very staff of procreation, through my leggings, and then her tongue was passing within my lips! I felt my heart race.

Laughing, she tumbled her basket of to-be-washed linens onto the earth, pulled me down and spread wide her legs. Between her knees, I found myself looking down into a woman’s Temple De Virgin, uncovered, for the first time in my life.

Hearing flapping, I look up to see that my little wigged friend has smelled again my “ink” and come begging for a meal. Smiling, I squeeze out a few more drops for him. He settle in to drink at the carmine pool.

“You know my furry friend, between your appetite and my sins I might run out of ink.” I laugh at the thought, and at his squeak of greeting. “I shall, if you keep coming back, have to find a name for you. If you keep up you gluttonous way perhaps…Nero. I could, always name you after family I suppose, that’s a grand noble tradition. You rather have the look of my great uncle Vladimir” Taking my quill I lift his wing but can see nothing to give me a clue as to sex. “Or perhaps his daughter Belladonna?”

I begin to laugh, remembering the rude pleasure I took from her and will no doubt have to pen down.

“No, I think I will keep you clear of her name. You, have not her repartee…a woman most skilled with her tongue.” I smile, remembering the sweetness of her fellatio, but that memory begins to blend with the rough sucking I received from my first gobbler of cock. I look to the drinking bat.”I must think on you a name later, my friend. I must get this sordid tale out of my head.

Not knowing what to do I stood unmoving before that temple door. She gave me an exasperated huff and went to work divesting me of trousers. Then into her mouth, quick as feast-day sweet, went my cock. How I did not pop my spume at that first tonging touch I will never know. Luckily, she only held me within her mouth for a few moment to wet my rod then back she went onto the spilled sheets, pulling me with her.

Her hand was between us and with a skilled touch she directed the coupling of us, sex to sex. Into that wet grotto I plunged for the first time! Oh, even after canlı bahis siteleri a thousand such breaching I can still feel that first one. Nature and her guiding hand took me into that eternal rhythm, and I plied her gash with the very vigor of my youth. Her incessant, vapid laughter the only thing that caused me distraction. Which is to the good, since that distraction made that first time a joining of minutes, instead of seconds.

Looking down at the drying words, I see my little friend move over to the page and lick away an “e” before I can stop him.

“Here now, none of that!” scooping him up I bring him up before my face. “YOU, may drink your fill of the ink only when it is not on the page, do you understand?”

His little dark eyes look at me.

“I’m questioning a bat,” I say to myself, softly. “So its come to that.”

Placing him gently back by the dried pool, I give him more of my “ink” then pick back up the quill I had let drop to catch him. I see the tip of the quill splatter the bottle of the page. I catch the drops blood and scratch out my signature with them before they can dry, then I move back above that swirling jumble of letters to finish this tale.

Father and two of his men, one my father’s reeve, arrived at that moment. Me there, with Burdock nettles stabbing me in the hip, and my cock to the hilt in a woman of his employ and he picked that moment to ride up. He said not a word, simply sat his horse looking at my naked buttocks. Then, when fear had made my cock shrink to the size of a piece of mezze maniche, he got down and walked to stand next to me. The maid was a scramble to push me off her but I was rooted to the spot as it where.

The foulness of the next memory washes through my mouth. I bring my bleeding left wrist to my mouth and drink the red flow to kill the taste of the humiliation that still lurks there.

“Do you know what my father did? My kind father, my gentle father, a man never known to raise his voice.” The bat looks up at me, hearing my voice directed at it. “He placed his hunting boot on my ass and shoved me back down into her cunt. Then he took his riding crop and beat me to make me fuck her!”

Unimpressed or uncomprehending…or more likely just still hungry, my friend goes back to his meal. I get up and leave him to finish it. Walking over to the river, I gaze out at it’s murky water as my memories bring back the harsh commands of my father.

“Fuck her! Fuck the whore! You wish to act like a man, then do as a man would and fuck!” I close my eyes to the memories of the Reeve laughing. Of the Guards’ course suggestion of a spur up my arse to help speed me along.

I tighten my hand on the hilt of my rapier, relishing their long ago deaths by my hand. All of them. Guard. Reeve. My…father. Killed, all dead by this very sword. By my blood stained hands.

A soft weight lands on my shoulder. Looking, I see a sanguine smile.

“Had your fill?”

~squeak~

“I found your name. You are Stygie le Brix.”

I scratch him under his bloody chin, as we watch the horizon for a sunrise…that will never come. Not to this place.

“par la mort de dieu.”

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(Author’s note: This story is about 18 year-old Robert’s relationship with his girl friend’s mother. Robert’s frequent visits to his girl friend, Hung, home led to an intimate friendship with her parents Jake and Li-Lian as well as their friends Lek and his wife Suzy. These four adults were the source of his education in sex. Li-Lian’s attitude towards Robert changed after she heard about his visits to her friend Suzy (Readers who are interested can refer to First Time Ch. 04 and Ch.05 published under the First Time category.)

After taking leave from Suzy, wife of my friend Lek, I loitered for a moment outside her door. I could never have imagined my luck that in two days, she had given me oral and then allowed me to introduce my instrument of desire into that most private of recesses in her mature body. It was such a novelty, so enjoyable and pleasurable and totally beyond my widest imaginations. I wished she had not been so considerate for my health and had allowed me another try at ejaculating some more of my pent up cum inside her moist warm pussy. But I realized also that I had to be realistic and not forced myself onto her. Certainly there will be many more opportunities for poking her and ravishing her willing body.

I suddenly felt a pang of guilt as I thought of meeting Li-Lian and her daughter Hung so soon after fucking Lek’s wife. Hung was so virginal, so sweet and so pure. Her mother had made it clear to me in no uncertain terms on numerous occasions that I must respect her daughter’s prenuptial chastity. Premarital sex was social taboo for such a well brought up lady. With my randy feelings stirring me whenever I had the opportunity to be close and private with Hung, I felt that perhaps her mother was overly conservative. I certainly would have given Hung my total love, dedication and more importantly my whole body if I had other means to quell that fire within my loins. I rationalized that with no better choice available, Suzy with her willingness to copulate could provide that temporary solution to my carnal needs. At least, until the time when Hung’s whole body could be mine to savor and enjoy.

I found myself wandering in a direction that would take me to Lek’s shop. I felt guilty that it was his wife whom I had violated, but something else inside my mind told me that I had to garner the courage to face him. I had to behave normally and not give the game away. It would simply ruin Suzy’s and perhaps my own future if our secret liaison were to leak out to her husband. I made that decision to visit Lek.

He was busy serving a long line of customers buying anything from Chinese herbs to the range of aphrodisiac snake soaked wine. Gesturing with his hand, he told me to get to the back of the shop as Jake was there drinking tea. “Wait for me, I will join you both in a moment.”

“You’re early Robert. You look like you have just taken some nourishing wine. Your face is rosy. If not for your innocence, I would have thought that you just had a strong orgasm inside some chick’s hot pussy.” Jake commented.

I was taken aback by his observations. “I took a long walk outside and I’m feeling hot.” I muttered meekly in reply.

“It’s alright. A young man like you needs sex too. So even if you had been fucking, it’s normal. I’m just joking.” He crudely answered.

I tried to avoid looking at him and he took that as a sign that he had cross the line in teasing me about something I was too embarrassed about. “Well, Hung has gone out to her auntie’s place today. My old cunt is alone and I can’t stand her nagging.” He said of his old wife.

We sat and sipped Lek’s fine Chinese tea, exchanging information and making small talk. Jake was once again dwelling on the subject of bar girls, whores and women.

“Let me take you for a massage in the nearby streets and you can really sample the best pussies on those hot women. You can’t be storing all those seeds inside your two balls and feeling the pain while waiting to be old enough to marry. Those girls are young and horny and much better than that over stretched hole of my old lady. You must try, Robert, otherwise you will never understand what real enjoyment is about.” He offered, referring to the brothel call girls in neighboring Keong Siak Street.

Lek was soon back from the shop front. Immediately he began to share erotic jokes with Jake and they seemed to be having a wonderful time.

“Those old ladies buying the snake wine could be old grannies with desert dry pussies and yet they want their old fucking husbands to have hard pricks drinking my concoctions. I would not want to drink, if I were their husbands, and suffered the pain of poking my cock inside a waterless hole. My Suzy’s cunt could not fit well with my weapon even though she is more watery than those old ladies.”

“Lek, I think Li-Lian is no better. It’s like my teaspoon stirring coffee. My old lady still wants a lot of fucking every week, but it is more than enough for me just once or twice a month.” Jake responded.

“Same with Suzy. I have bahis firmaları told her she can use cucumbers if she cannot find some other fools to poke her hairy well. It’s so deep that I can’t find my cock head touching her womb. I imagine your old lady with so many children squeezing her must be real loose.”

“At least it’s not smelly. Otherwise, I will ask her to dig herself and not trouble me.”

“But they are your wives. Surely it’s cleaner and better than having to use condoms with those whores.” I innocently interjected.

Both looked at my impudence and then Lek smiled, “Until you have poke a hot, wet and tight hole, you really don’t know about fucking. Jake, I think maybe he can experience our old ladies and then he would know what we are talking about.” They burst out laughing together. I felt better knowing their respective feelings about their wives.

“Let’s pick up some fried noodles next door and maybe later we can take this young man to taste the young chicken nearby.”

“Okay, but Lek, let’s leave him to decide if he wants to follow us later. I won’t want my daughter to accuse me of leading him astray. Robert, you don’t have to force yourself to come with us. Maybe some other time if you are not comfortable about touching a chicken today.”

We ate our noodles while Jake and Lek began drinking their favorite beer and making lecherous comments whenever an attractive lady happened to pass by. It was already one o’clock and I decided to take my leave. I made a beeline for Hung’s house. The door was unlocked and I went into the house to look for Li-Lian.

I saw Li-Lian standing at the kitchen sink, washing the last of the dinner dishes. She was casually dressed with a loose fitting t-shirt and a pair of leg hugging pants that was in fashion at that time.

Li-Lian looked at me, but without her usual warm smile. She seemed to be annoyed, and I imagined that perhaps she was feeling rejected because of what Jake had told me earlier. She did not return to my greetings, but instead pointed to the hall, “Sit in the hall Robert. I have things to ask you.”

After visiting her toilet, she went to the refrigerator to pick up a bottle of Jake’s beer. After opening it, she took it and walked into the hall. She sat on a chair opposite me, pouring herself a glass and then gulping it down. She refilled and finished the second glass without the courtesy of offering a drop to me. She looked edgy and disturbed, just like having got up on the wrong side of the bed. She sat back, crossed her legs and placed her hands on her lap.

“Anything wrong, Auntie?”

“Everything is wrong. I am not pleased with Jake and with you.”

“Why, me? Did I do something wrong?”

“You should know yourself.”

I scratched my head trying to recall of all my recent interactions with her and Hung, but I could not find an occasion when I had been rude to her or had done anything which could cause her annoyance. I answered her honestly trying my level best to get her to cool down. “I really don’t know. Is it something I had done with Uncle together?”

“No.” She was curt and swift with her answer.

I was puzzled. I just could not let her keep her anger inside because she was after all my girl friend’s mother.

“I cannot guess. Tell me and if I had done anything to offend you, then I want to apologize.”

“Don’t be a hypocrite. You did something you should not do and you want me to tell you.” She literally shouted back. I was taken aback because I had never experienced her verbal lashing before.

“I’m being honest, Auntie. Just tell me, please. I am really sorry to make you so angry.”

“Did you just fuck another woman? Not just any woman, but someone I know. You should be ashamed of yourself. If you had slept with a whore, I can understand. But you must fuck someone else. You make me feel so small.”

I felt a sense of intense guilt inside me. It was so obvious that she knew about what had happened between Suzy and me that morning. Of all the people to trust, I had least expected that Suzy, who had promised and had also extracted my undertaking to secrecy, had leaked out the details of our secret rendezvous.

I looked downwards, not daring to face Li-Lian as she began screaming.

“Suzy called me just now to tell me about your visit to her house the last two days.”

“You’re not angry that I went to visit her, are you?”

“No, you can visit her. But she hinted that you have a magnificent cock and that you are likely to have plenty of sperm inside your big balls to nourish any old woman who could attract you to her bed. If you have not been showing her your prick, how would she know yours is big. I have never seen it myself, and she could tell me something that I should know. You made me lose face. Did you have sex with her?”

“No.” I lied. I remained expressionless, not knowing if Li-Lian had the full story from Suzy.

“Really? Then why did she tell me that as a young virile man, you need to have sex and that you will be able to kaçak iddaa make any older woman happy? Have you been having sex talk with her?”

“Maybe innocently. I find that she was open-minded. I was asking many questions and I could find some answers to many things about women that I had no knowledge of.”

“Just that? Nothing more? Did she see your body or showed her body to you?”

“I wear shorts most of the time. Maybe she can see that I was excited when she gave me her answers. I have not asked her to show me her body.”

“You are curious? I don’t blame you as a young man. But I have told Hung not to be so shy when she is with you. You can learn many things from her.”

“But not about sex.”

“You can ask Jake or me. But better me because the old fool is corrupted and always thinking of playing with dirty girls only.”

“Thank you.”

Li-Lian began to calm down after listening to my blatant and sometimes white lies. My answers seemed to pacify her and she began to smile back at me. It was obvious that after downing a full bottle of beer that she was becoming more relaxed.

She came over to sit next to me on the sofa. She seemed sorry that she was angry with me for nothing. But it was also perhaps natural for her to feel slighted to have Suzy commenting so intimately about things on my body. That was something Li-Lian should have known more given the relationship that existed between Hung and me.

“I’m sorry Robert. I should not have shouted at you. I was imagining the whole morning that you have fallen for Suzy and had had sex with her. I cannot stop you having sex with any woman because you have your needs as a young man. But please do not do anything that can cause me to lose face.”

“I won’t Auntie.”

“As the old saying goes, one should not allow nutrient rich water to flow into the neighbor’s farm land. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Auntie. That is logical. But sometimes, if one’s own land could not hold all the water, it may spoil the seedlings and the seeds.”

“Human beings are usually more selfish than that and there are always some other solutions. One could dig wells or a small pond to hold the water so that it is not wasted.” I could feel her hand stroking the hair on the back of my head as she moved closer moving one leg to touch mine. I remained still, and she was soon touching the skin of my nape.

“Robert, I am happy to have you as Hung’s future husband. I know how hard it is for you and your young body to maintain my daughter’s prenuptial chastity. I don’t blame you if you have to let your fertile water run out, but try and keep it within the family’s own land. We have dry wells and my husband has been allowing our precious water to flow into dirty drains instead of conserving it for our own happiness. Please don’t follow his example and try and keep it for ourselves.” Li-Lian began to weep as she placed her face onto my shoulder, her two hands clasping the sides of my head.

“I would like to. But it’s different for human beings. There is the question of jealousy and also social taboos.”

She whispered, “I am lonely, Robert. That’s why I am more selfish. I may be a mother of many children and old enough to be your mother, but I have my needs as a woman.”

“Can’t you talk to Uncle?”

“He complained all the time that my cunt is too big and not enjoyable. It’s big because he made me pregnant too many times. I find no difference in my body as I still feel sexy all the time, but he is digging the family well with a small spoon. He does not have a proper spade to do the job.”

Li-Lian moved her lips onto my mouth and began to kiss me. As I opened my lips, she remained glued to me, moving her head side to side to generate oral friction. It was obvious to me that unlike Suzy, she had zero experience in kissing. I decided to give Hung’s mother a lesson in French kissing. Holding her head, I kissed her lips with a soft tender kiss of the romantic regular sort. Her eyes were closed as I slid my tongue between her lips to find hers. She willingly allowed the two oral protrusions to touch and as I wiggled the lingual digit she began to imitate with similar lashing movements. She must have found the sensation a bit odd at first but then must have decided it was fun as she enthusiastically played dancing tongues with her mouth. Soon she became bolder as her slithery tongue moved within the gap of my upper gums as she innovated new ways to increase the eroticism of her new found craving for oral contact. As I began to dish out my oral fluid into her mouth, she reciprocated by swapping spit, drinking and gulping down every drop she could find. She began to breathe faster as she found the thrill of her first possession of a part of my body.

At last, we were both gasping for air and she reluctantly moved her head away.

“It’s so wonderful. Kissing and rubbing tongues is so new to me. Your saliva is so tasty and I find it so nice. I have never been kissed that way by Jake.”

“Auntie, I’m glad you feel happy. I like the kaçak bahis feel of kissing you too. Hung and I love kissing so much whenever we are altogether.”

“Robert, do you find me ugly?”

“No, I think you look fine.”

“I know my body is out of shape. My tummy is too big and my backside too. I am shy to show my belly because it has so many ugly stretched lines.”

“You look nice and your body is still shapely from the outside. Don’t be too concerned about what others think.”

“What you think is more important to me.”

“You are beautiful, Auntie. I have told Hung many times that she is so fortunate to have your looks. If she had taken the look of her father, she would have had jutting bones and perhaps look more like an old woman.”

“I am flattered. Thank you. Robert, I am getting a bit excited talking to you and kissing you. I like to smell you so much. But as an old woman, maybe I am smelly to you.”

“No, you smell like Hung. I feel comfortable holding you.”

“You do? Can you stand up and hug me?”

She stood up and brought her hands to raise me to stand erect beside her. “Hug me tight, hug me like you are hugging my daughter.”

With our arms locked behind the other’s back, we began a bear hug. I could feel the big nuts of Hung’s mother pressing tightly against my chest. Unashamedly, she thrust her pubes to gain contact with the bulge sprouting under my shorts. As our groins gained contact, Li-Lian was pushing hers harder as she began to rub aggressively at the hard knob resting outside the valley of her groin. Her eyes closed as she moved her mouth onto mine to begin another bout of French kissing.

It was obvious from the urgency of Li-Lian’s grinding action that she had been hungering for cock meat. Perhaps not any cock, but my cock. Her chest contact became closer as she desperately held my chest against hers. So tightly in fact that her melon sized busts were squashed despite the covering of her t-shirt and unpadded bra. I could feel that her nipples had grown hard and were pressing against her bra. They stood out like two macadamia nuts, hard and unyielding. As Li-Lian moved her chest to rub her nuts, I knew that she was experiencing warm sensations for she was panting. She moved her lips away and whispered, “Robert, rub me harder, I am having so nice feelings. My pussy is getting so hot and wet. Please squeeze my nipples and keep your cock on my cunt.” She moved one hand into her stretchable pants to part the lips of her love nest and then pressed her pubes back onto my hardened manhood.

“I am getting so.. excited, please don’t stop. Squeeze my nipples harder and pull it.” Her breathing became more rapid and her head tilted forwards onto my shoulder. I could feel her body stiffening as she began bumping her pudenda desperately and then she suddenly stopped as she heaved her hip forward to maximize pubic contact. “I’m coming.. oh… oh…. it’s so…nice….”

She held me tightly for another five minutes before releasing her grip. Taking me to the sofa, she sat me down, her head against my arm as she whispered, “I enjoy it so much. You have a big hard cock. I can feel it and it’s so nice even with my pants on and your shorts covering you. I am not wearing a panty because I was angry with you and want you to know that I have as big a pussy as Suzy. I am now so wet. See.” She opened her legs to show me the big blot of vaginal fluid that had wetted her swollen crotch.

“Wait for me while I wash myself. It will become smelly if I keep it wet there.”

Li-Lian returned after five minutes. She had replaced her clothing with her usual casual dress. Sitting next to me, she held me hand and shyly looked at my face. Her face was slightly flushed.

“Thank you, Robert. I feel so shy kissing and petting with you. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, I did. I am happy that you like it too. I will not disappoint you.”

“I’m really silly to think that I can be as erotic and exciting as a young whore.”

“I like you as you are, a good mother and a woman who enjoys sex. You need not act for me. Just be like Hung.”

“For a moment, I longed to have your big cock inside me. I was imagining all the naughty things when I was grinding my pussy against your shorts. I had the first nice orgasm for a long time. Not since my last child was born 15 years ago. Would you allow me to have it one day?” She shyly moved her hand onto the bulge between my thighs.

“Would Hung be angry if she knows?”

“It’ll be our secret. She need not know. I know I am quite old fashioned. If you want to have vaginal sex, I will allow my daughter to go further and then she can do it with you. I don’t want to keep the both of you high and dry after petting. But if you can control yourself, it’s always best to have a virgin on a wedding night. I can relieve your pressure and pain if you allow me.”

“I cannot cheat on Uncle.”

“It’s alright. If I have sex with you, I will not have to go onto his unwilling cock because he really is not interested in my pussy. I also feel so frustrated because I need sex with feelings, not coupling with a sleepy man. It’s not cheating. It’s not incest because I am not your biological mother, so there is no sin against nature.”

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Well here’s the third chapter, hope you like it. Don’t be afraid to offer constructive criticism. I’m open minded. My next series and characters will be wayyyyyyyyy better that this keep a look out for it.

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*

It seemed like we were driving for hours, I really wanted to see how beautiful he really was, if he is as beautiful as he is in my little fantasies. I’ll never get enough of him.

We pulled up in front of a country styled house, beautifully bricked with a gated fence surrounding the house and the backyard, and what a backyard it was. A huge pool and I’m guessing what looked to be a guess house. We made it into the house, and before I could compliment his taste in decorating, he gave me a lip bruising, passionate, soft, but urgent kiss.

“Nate, do you trust me?” I was still in aftershock after that amazing kiss so I just nodded. He sucked at my neck and nibbled on my ear, and whispered. “I want you tied to my bed, whimpering, and begging for mercy. Pleading that I let you cum.” I groaned from the images that flooded my mind, I could already feel him inside of me, but nervousness, and insecurity sweep over me; he could see the doubt on my face. He lifted me in his arms and said something that would live with me forever. “We’ve only just met a week ago and I can’t seem to get you out of my mind, I know this is fast, illegal bahis but I don’t want just sex from you. If you want to wait, I’ll wait. If you want to take your time, I’ll wait. I don’t want you to feel as if you’re obligated to please me because I want you, I’ll always want you. I just want you to be comfortable to submit to me.” I pulled back and looked into his eyes to see if he actually meant what he just said, and by god he did. I could see deep into his soul, but for some reason I felt safe. He just looked at me, his eyes glistening. He loved me. He didn’t have to say it. I saw it in his eyes. So I said two simple words.

“Take me.” He didn’t need a second invitation. He carried me the master bedroom, what a gorgeous room it was. It was classical with a hint modern. It fit him. He laid me on the bed, and undressed me. It felt weird being the only one naked. He kissed me sweetly; it felt so good to have his lips on mine. I gasped when he squeezed my cock. Pain and pleasure became my best friends at that moment; it felt like he knew what to do to take me over the edge. But leave me dangling in the process.

“Do you really trust me Nathaniel?” I nodded eagerly. He pulled me up a bit so I was leaning against his headboard. He took out black restraints from his bedside dresser, and strapped it on my wrist and secured it to the headboard, and he did the illegal bahis siteleri same with the other wrist.” I couldn’t believe that finally my fantasy was coming to life. He kissed me again, but this kiss was different, it was shy, and it took me by surprise. I looked at him and he just smiled at me. How could he be shy, and I’M the one who’s tied to the headboard. He grasped one of my nipples and tugged a little. See I’ve never been a fan of nipple play, but when he did that my cock twitched and dripped a heavy amount of pre-cum onto my thigh. I moaned loudly.

“Please…” was the only word I could utter. He sucked my nipple into his mouth I almost came from just that, he tugged on my other nipple as he licked and bit on the nipple that was already in his mouth. I groaned loudly. I wanted him inside my so bad.

“Your…Cock…Inside…Me…NOW.” He lifted my leg and smacked my ass. Hard. I nearly leaped of the bed.

“Don’t tell me what to do, this ass.” He squeezed my ass. “And this cock.” He squeezed my cock. “Is MINE. I do what I please, I think I need to teach you to show some respect.” He smiled at me evilly. He grasped my cock and stroked it fast and hard. I told him I was going to cum, and he stopped. He did it two more times; I wanted to bust out in tears. I needed to cum.

“Please Paul…” I begged. He kissed the head of my canlı bahis siteleri cock, and got lube and condoms from his bedside dresser. He slowly got undressed. I inventively watch every muscle clench as he took off his shirt. He pulled down his pants, and to my delight, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. I shuddered. He chuckled at my reaction. He rolled the condom on, and but a little more lubrication on the condom, and rammed into me with one straight thrust. I came immediately. I screamed his name and pleasure and pain mingled once again. He pounded my ass relentlessly. My cock got hard again, I wanted him to wrap his hand around my cock and make me cum.

“Jerk my cock please…” I begged through my moans and whimpers. That evil smile appeared again. “Oh no love, I’m going to fuck the cum out of you.” He pounded me so hard, I started seeing colors. Then with one more pound he filled the condom. His reaction was sort of a growl, but seeing his sexy face when he came did it for me, I fell head first off of that cliff (felt like I was hanging there forever) it tore through me like I never felt before. I couldn’t catch my breath, and from the looks of it. Neither could he. After we came down from our highs, he untied the restraints, and pulled out, I felt a sudden emptiness and I didn’t like it. He tied the condom at the end and through it in the waste basket. We both wanted to shower, but had no energy left. We both were spent. He turned me over to my side and snuggled behind me. After we said our goodnights, he whispered in my ear.

“You will never have to worry about anything else.”

To Be Continued …

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Two years ago that scrawny shit Kevin raped my sister. He is a blond soft-spoken shortie, effeminate and timid, but with women he’s entirely different. He was wearing a mask, but she was able to easily recognize him. He hit her a few times until she was too scared to resist, then tied her hands behind her back and raped her repeatedly, and when he was done, he dropped her off in the street, shaken and battered and suicidal. He was found, but due to a procedural error, he wasn’t convicted. The procedural error may have not been merely a mistake either. Sadly, it’s not impossible to bribe an officer, and it isn’t even all that expensive. Regardless, Kevin got completely off the hook. For a while.

A year has passed. I’m sure he’s already forgotten about my sister. Kevin has actually offered to buy her a drink at a bar where she accidentally met him last month. Was he really that stupid? Or was he even wore than I thought? I certainly haven’t forgotten anything, and I wasn’t going to let go.

I could have easily broken every bone in his scrawny body, but then I would go to jail for assault, and I could do better. I looked into his life a bit and found that he had a girlfriend. I also got acquainted with his middle-aged mother. I wasn’t going to rape, of course, because I wasn’t like him, and because, again, I didn’t fancy serving time as a sex offender. But I was hell-bent on breaking him, and finally an opportunity presented itself.

His mother, a woman in her thirties, was apparently in the habit of going to a nearby bar and gradually getting completely shitfaced every couple of months to let off some steam. Sometimes she’d drink with a girlfriend or even a stranger, and drink some more alone when they’ve left, and then more still, until she had to be driven home in a kind of near-stupor. One guy saw her get driven to a hotel room by a guy she met. In a word, the lady was clearly lots of fun and an enviable target. But I didn’t want it to be that simple. Fucking Kevin’s mother was no particular punishment. She was not a slut, but certainly not a nun either, and Kevin okay with that. No, my aim was higher.

I kept looking until another one of her binge-drinking sessions came up, which she was in a habit of more or less announcing on Facebook. Her female friend, a tired-looking woman who only drank beer, appeared near her, chat with her for a while, and then left. She stayed, true to her habit, and ordered a whiskey. That’s when I appeared and offered to buy her a couple of drinks. The already tipsy woman soon agreed, and in half an hour I was listening to parts of her life-story and having her laugh at my comedic interjections. She was wearing a ruffled blouse and a pair of tight-fitting pants, her blond hair (so similar to her son’s) was long and straight, and, sinister plans aside, I might have bed this lady even in my free time.

Talking to her wasn’t that fun, though. She had a classless mixture of conservative and wildly radical opinions on politics, race, gender – pro-war, pro-abortion, pro-Buddhism, anti-Islam, all sorts of wild surprising assumptions, beliefs and superstitions (she believed in vaccine, but was also a firm believer in the supernatural and thought that a healer is preferable to a doctor, because ‘all doctors are charlatans’). I had no reason to seriously argue with the pretty, but apparently stupid woman. The tipsier she was, the less coherent her opinions got, until her face was stuck at my chest, apparently dozing off, with her arm on my ass and mine on her.

“Shall I take you home?” I said, and she agreed with a giggle.

In the car she tried to start something, but fell asleep before she managed to unzip me. I woke her up every couple of minutes, because the last thing I needed was having her sober up. I put a couple of beers on her lap, and every time she opened her eyes she opened one and then adorably zoned back out again.

When we were there, she reached to ring, mumbling, “Oh, I’m home, huh. Right…”

I kept her hand down. She tried to focus on me.

“Don’t you have keys?” I said.

“In my bag.”

She stood there as I looked through her bag. Under a pack of some hygienic stuff I found the keys, fished them out and took her into the house.

She switched on the lights and tried taking off her shoes, but almost toppled and burst out laughing. I helped her stay upwards.

“Keep the shoes on, Emma, kitten,” I said. She reached up and nibbled at my ear. Perhaps humoring me, or perhaps she’d forgotten all about them, she kept her heels and, dropping her bag awkwardly on the floor, pulled my hand with newfound strength towards the stairs.

Upstairs we stumbled into her bedroom and dropped on it, kissing. I got a good feel of her body through her blouse and pants, and was as eager to get those off her as well. Her breasts squeezed out to freedom as I half-unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down the cups of her bra, while the woman kept groping and petting the bulge in my pants with a drunken, unfocused illegal bahis smile. Kneeling on the bed in front of me, she tried sucking me off, but, unlike all those times in the car, on the stairs and in front of her house, – she was about to succeed. As she worked to free my cock from what apparently must have seemed to her an incomprehensible labyrinth of cloth, I reached over and slipped my hand down her pants.

Finally, there was a voice outside the door. “Mom… are you home?”

With a bland expression Emma looked up.

“Suck me off, kitten,” I whispered, and so she did as I played with her ass under the fabric.

“Are you home, mom?” said Kevin somewhere outside our room. “Are you drunk again, you…”

Emma heard nothing. Having finally gotten to my cock, she let out a grateful sound and immediately got to work: I felt her breath on my skin, then a moist kiss, and then she sucked most of my cock into her mouth and started working on it with her tongue. She kept doing it for a little bit, but then stopped almost completely, perhaps falling asleep.

I put my hand in her hair. “Go on, girl, don’t sleep,” I said and nudged her slightly, rousing another bout of vigorous sucking.

She wasn’t at all bad, and I liked her curvy body, too. Her round butt packed tight in her pants, her soft breasts supporting each other like a pair of sisters as their owner crouched on all fours on the bed near me – I was enjoying it all. But of course there was more to it.

“Mom, are you there?” said Kevin, and then there was a knock at the door.

His mother let out a confused “Mhm..?” and looked up from my crotch, but I nudged her face back to my crotch. Without waiting for an answer, though, Kevin, just opened the door. He was wearing that stern, bored expression. For a couple of seconds he stood there at the door. Emma’s face was stuck at my crotch, all he could see was her ass as she knelt in front of me.

As he was simply staring, doing nothing, I flipped him off and, pawing his mother’s ass, whispered, “Can’t you see mommy’s busy?”

Emma looked up at me. I blew her a kiss.

Kevin just stood at the door. Anyone would have fought me right then and there, but, apparently, not this piece of shit. By this time, I knew his character well. He was easily intimidated; perhaps that’s why he chose rape as a method of getting it on: although he wasn’t bad-looking in his own girly way, he was such an obvious wimp.

“Don’t do that, Dan,” he finally managed to whisper.

“Oh, you remember my name?”

“Dan, why are you doing this? Don’t…”

Drifting in and out of consciousness, Emma was still trying to blow me, moaning something incomprehensible, and finally using my cock for a pacifier and my crotch for a pillow.

I motioned at Kevin. “Come here.”

“Dan, please, let my mother go. Can’t you see she is drunk?”

“I said come here, you dumb piece of shit.”

He made a few steps towards me, increasingly defiant the closer he got, perhaps because the look of his mother fellating me was finally getting on his nerves.

When Kevin was within my reach, which was quite before I was in his, I grabbed him and, stirring Emma but not quite waking her up from her cock-sucking stupor, threw him onto the bed right next to his mother and pinned him down. He tried to free himself, so I grabbed him with both hands, used my weight to hold him steady and twisted his arm to the point of breaking. His face was stuck into the bedsheets. He let out a muffled wail. I twisted harder and told him to shut it. Then I pushed his mother aside (she rolled onto her back and let out a comical snore; her breasts were a marvel) and, holding Kevin down hard, spoke into his ear:

“You little piece of shit, do you want to survive this? If you do, keep your fucking calm and stop squirming about. If you’re too stupid to see, me and your mom are getting busy, so you should better go down and play some games or watch a cartoon or whatever other shit you do when you mommy’s entertaining a guest. She’s about to spread for me, and you don’t have the power to stop it. Interfere, and I’ll fucking punch out your teeth. Got me, you little cunt?”

He managed to nod. I eased my grasp. “Please, please, don’t,” he whispered when I let him rise his stupid blond head. He was so weak in my arms that I think I could’ve squished him like a bug if I wanted, and I certainly let him feel it. I wouldn’t have done any of that, but I bet on his cowardice, and the bet seemed a win. Shaking lightly, Kevin awkwardly crawled to the edge of the bed and looked on in horror as I moved to his mom and started to pull off her shirt, to which she responded with a drowsy giggle.

He started pleading with me in a low voice. I ignored him and called out to Emma. She woke up confused, but still horny, registered my presence and reached out to grab me and kiss, so kiss we did. “Please, no, I’m begging you, no, Dan, please, not my mom, please no,” hissed Kevin, his hands shaking, illegal bahis siteleri as he looked on, doing nothing: truly, he was a worm. I gave him a wink and started taking off his mother’s pants. She responded and started trying to help me undress her. Emma’s thighs were squeezed in them rather tight, so it took the drunk two of us quite a bit of wriggling and giggling until the woman was left in her panties – white silk with a semi-sheer crotch. “You’re a tease, you little slut,” I spoke in her ear, and got a horny moan in response.

Kevin was sitting motionless on the edge of the bed. Emma lay in front of me with her eyes closed, hands holding onto me. I helped her spread her legs really wide and bit into her pussy through silky-soft fabric. Emma let out a moan. Her sad excuse for a son merely stared. His chin shook, but he was afraid of me – too afraid to resist or fight back. I occasionally kept an eye on him as I ate out his mother. After a bit I told Emma to take off her panties.

“Dan…” she whispered, smiling, with her eyes still closed. She started pulling them off. I helped her. In one single motion they were down to her ankles.

“Oh god,” gasped Kevin, as his mother’s legs rose in the air, panties dangling from her left ankle. I crawled on top of her, my cock, wet with her saliva, waiting at the opening of her more-than-ready, soaking cunt.

“You’re so wet, you little slut.”

“Don’t call me that,” Emma mumbled, giggling and pretend-fighting me as she held onto me. She grabbed my ass, I started squeezing her tits.

At this point there was no reason for me to hold back. In a matter of seconds I was fucking the woman exactly the way that she asked me for back in the car. Emma’s eyes were still closed, but her mouth was not. She moaned and gasped with my every thrust, licked her lips and stuck out her tongue. I gave her a finger, which she immediately vacuumed in and started sucking on so hard that it was actually pleasant.

Then Kevin jumped at me. For a second I managed to have forgotten about him, immersed in his mother, and, to be honest, rather drunk myself. But the so-called son wasn’t even going to try and fight me off her. Instead he grabbed my arm and started begging to let his mother go. He said that I was the strongest, that I’ve proven everything that had to be proven, that he was a worm and admitted it here and now, and that I had to stop or he’d kill himself if this continues or something. At this point the barely conscious and immeasurably horny Emma seemed to have somewhat registered his presence.

“Kevin?” she said, wrinkle forming on her pretty forehead. “Whuh… what are you, huh..?”

She narrowed her eyes and put her palm on my chest, her legs moved closer together, and her pussy got tense. She tried to focus. Without stopping my thrusts, I showed Kevin a fist, touching the tip of his nose with my knuckles, and then pinned Emma back to the bed.

“It’s me, silly. Nobody’s here. Did you mistake me for him, you horny little..?”

“Oh god!” She started laughing embarrassedly. “Daniel.. oh god. Oh yeah, fuck me, oh you animal…”

Quickly relaxing as sex and alcohol drowned out her senses again, she wrapped her legs around my back and pressed on my ass, forcing my cock deed into herself. We got it on steady and hard. After a bit I turned her over, spread her willing legs and, pinning her down exactly the way the she wanted, finished in her from behind.

As I fucked Emma to her own orgasm, I occasionally gave threatening glances at Kevin, who was still on the edge of our bed. Then I noticed something. The crotch of his pants was wet. Did he piss himself? Oh wait, no, he didn’t: he came.

“You little shit,” I said amiably and gave him a shove. Kevin shrank at the sight of my fist. He was visibly shaking, his effeminate face was pink-eyed and red-nosed. From looking at him, you’d never know that this excrement could rape a girl.

Finally, we were done. I snuggled together with my busty Emma (her son still motionless on the edge of our bed) until she finally, gratefully fell asleep on her side, her welcoming breasts pressed against me, her left leg on mine. When she blacked out completely, I got off the bed and, flailing my glistening cock, grabbed her shaking blond douche of a son.

“What the hell are you even doing here anyway, huh? Get out of my and your mother’s room. Kevin, you–you better believe me that you are so much more pathetic than I thought you were, and that’s saying something. I’m actually appalled at how stupid you are.”

“Please don’t hurt her anymore.”

“Does she look hurt?”

“You’ve raped her, Dan!”

“No, I haven’t raped shit. We spend an evening together. She wanted my cock the moment she laid eyes on me, and she got what she wanted. Couldn’t you hear her screaming my name as I fucked her? Oh yeah, you could hear it well. Hear what, your mommy’s cunt is all right. It’s soft, it’s warm and can squeeze a cock like a hand. She was good, I liked canlı bahis siteleri her. She gives good head. And her tits are so fine, check them out–no, you piece of shit, I said check them out, they’re huge. Are you proud?”

“Please don’t touch me,” was all he could say.

I shoved a fist under his nose once again.

“See this?”

He was ready to break.

“Why is this happening?!”

“Because you deserve this, you fucker. Now get lost.” And, without waiting for him to get up, I threw him out of Emma’s bedroom myself. He started crying behind the door as I returned into his mother’s bed.

***

I and Emma woke together late in the morning. I put my hand on her pussy, still sloppy after yesterday, and fingered her until she asked me to do her. Twenty minutes and a blow job in the shower later, Emma sheepishly introduced me to Kevin downstairs. She didn’t remember much of yesterday. How her cute milfy head worked was not of my concern either way; she thought that we were about to start dating, but she obviously saw how distressed her son was as he was leaving the house, barely answering her concerned silly questions about whether everything was all right.

“I’ll talk to him,” said Emma when Kevin left. “Don’t worry.”

“I don’t. I know you’ll manage, you’re a good mom.”

She beamed and went for a kiss. Since we were alone in the house now, she knelt with a wry smile and blew me in the middle on the kitchen. All vengeance aside, I liked her.

My new fuckbuddy Emma may have been a simple person, but she was real handy in bed. In the span of a couple of weeks the airheaded woman got really attached to me. She was very ashamed that she was bringing home a man her son’s age, but she loved all the sex and the specks of romance too much to just cut it all off. She didn’t have much to do, she talked incomprehensibly and at length about her non-descript office job and minor intrigues that bored even herself, about her son and his problems (she started blabbing about his legal problems almost right away), and there was nothing else much to her life at that time. Thus, our sex has become a highlight. She giggled and played like a kitten, was very open to all sorts of experimentation, and gradually was increasingly shameless regarding her son. She’s convinced herself than being fifteen years older than me is completely unimportant to anyone, even though it was clearly very important to Kevin: he was absolutely not getting used to us “dating” – that is, fucking noisily every now and then in her bedroom.

Trying new things with Emma was easy and fun. Seducing her into all sorts of stuff took no work. What I had to work for was making Kevin aware of the things that we did without disgusting his mother too much, because, obviously, that was a part of the reason for me doing anything there at all. But this “good mother” did not make it too complex for me. Bit by bit it turned into a sort of a family in-joke – like, of course mommy and her newfound lover do it, and Kevin is obviously an adult and does understand. He sure did, and I tried not to let this understanding of Kevin’s turn into a habit for him like it did for his mom. I slapped her soft ass, grabbed her tits every now and then, held her and gave her deep kisses in front of him.

One a day, when the two of us were especially playful, Kevin came back from community college sooner than normal. We’ve been fooling around with a newly-bought dildo. When Emma heard the door open, she scrambled to get herself decent, but I didn’t allow her to take the rubber cock out of her pussy. She hastily threw on a skirt and a shirt, and I got her to pull on her panties. Kevin looked tired, and he sure wasn’t thrilled to see me there either.

He could obviously tell by his mother’s disheveled look what was going on on the couch just a moment ago. It had a clearly depressing effect on him, and Emma noticed that. She caringly asked what was wrong.

“The kid is just tired,” I said. “Let him be.”

Kevin shot me a glance.

“No, what’s wrong, baby?”

“I’m fine.”

“He is fine,” I said and wrapped my hands around her from behind. She looked back and smiled at me, I let her turn around and gave her a kiss. “Well, Kevin, mom still has something to take care of, so…”

“Daniel!”

“Mommy’s got a new toy, it’s a big black–“

“Shut up, Daniel! God!” She was lusty and furious, horny, shameful, wide-eyed and frowning.

“What, don’t believe me?” I said to Kevin, who was just standing there, a laptop case hanging from his arm. “I’m not lying, look.”

I pulled up her skirt and cupped her ass so that the rubber dick pushing out of her cunt and into her panties was properly visible. Emma broke free, gave me a slap on the shoulder and ran upstairs.

I looked at Kevin. Now he looked outright tragic. I could hear him breath. His fingers bend into knuckles. Was he going to fight me? No, he wasn’t, he just ran past me and hid in his room, while I followed his mother upstairs.

“Why did you do that?” she told me when I entered her room.

I wrapped Emma in my arms and gave her a kiss. She weakly defended herself. The soaked dildo was on the table, wrapped in an unevenly torn piece of paper towel.

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