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This story is based on actual events. The names have been changed to protect our identities.

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Growing up I had always preferred larger women. Petite women had never done anything for me. My name is Vince. At the time this story began, I was 18 and in my senior year in High School. I was always very shy and quiet. My mother worked and traveled, so I spent most of the time with my grandmother, Mary Ann, near Birmingham Alabama. I thought my grandmother was the most beautiful lady I’d ever laid my eyes on. She was an SSBBW, a very big sexy woman!! She stood 5’4 and weighed around 350 lbs. She had grey hair and the most beautiful blue eyes. Her breasts were huge, her bra size was 56H.

Her dress size was 32/34 and she had a huge ass and tummy. She’d always wear a dress or skirt, she’d never wear jeans. Her makeup was worn everyday and was absolutely flawless. I was her only grandchild and we were extremely close. For the most part we lived together.

One day, after she’d picked me up from school, she told me she was very tired and that she was going to lay down. Shortly afterward, I thought I heard crying coming from her room. I opened the door and she was in tears. I asked her what was wrong. She said, “I just turned 65, I’m fat as a cow and will never be able to get a man.” I said to her, “Gran you’re so beautiful, how can you say that?” She asked me if I was ‘blind’ and said that I was just saying that because I was her grandson. I tried to convince her I was telling the truth, but to no avail.

My grandmother had always had me sleep in her bed with her. It was a large, comfy, king size bed. I had never really realized how lonely she was. That night, I snuggled up next to her and held her as I

told her how gorgeous she really was. “I hope to someday meet a woman exactly like you,” I said. “All the girls in school are so skinny, they do nothing for me.” She turned and said, “you really like heavy women like me?” “Yes Gran I do,” was my reply. “Those petite women are flat chested and have no ass!!” She laughed and said, “Vince, I’m so flattered, you really make a fat şişli grup yapan escort old lady feel good. Hold me tight. You make me feel so good about myself.” I held on to her, cuddling and we both fell asleep.

In the morning the alarm woke us, she said, “Vince, I felt your penis rubbing against my bottom last night and it felt so good!” I was embarrassed and blushed a bright red. I apologised, “Gran I’m so sorry, please dont tell mom. She replied, “don’t be sorry, it’s all good. I looked at her questioningly, “what do you mean?” “For the first time in the twenty-five years since your grandfather left me for that skinny tramp, you’ve made me feel desired. She agreed that she would never tell your mother (her daughter). She added that, “this is our secret and nobody else’s business.”

Later that day she picked me up from school and pulled into the driveway. We got inside and I told her that I did not feel good, so I went upstairs to lay down in her bed. She told me that she would be right back. She was going to the grocery store to pick up something for dinner. At that point I completely undressed and was as hard as a rock. I started to stroke my cock and was talking out loud, “Gran your wet pussy feels so good.”

I heard the door open and looked up to see she was in the room. She said, “remember our secret?” I turned to her and said, “yes.” She looked at me and said, “I have another secret we’re going to keep between us.” She pulled the covers off me and, in an animalistic way, grabbed my cock and started sucking. It felt so good. She was out of control. I was moaning and my cock was throbbing, so hard I screamed, “Grannnn, I’m cumming!!!” Her lips sealed around my cock, I shot off 5 huge spurts of cum and she swallowed every last drop. I was in heaven. I proceeded to remove her dress as we kissed, passionately. I then unhooked her bra and released her huge tits, they were now freely hanging. We kissed deeply again as I gently caressed her tits and then began to suck on them. She moaned with pleasure she said, “Vince, I was certain I would şişli masöz escort never again be with a man as long as I lived.” I said, “lay back Gran.” I spread her legs apart and kissed her inner thighs. I then worked my way up to her pussy. She said, “you really want to eat me out?” Without answering I dove right in. She moaned, “oh my god, this feels so good! No one has ever done that for me before!” As I licked and sucked on her clitoris she said, “wow I’ve never felt anything so good.” I licked faster. I felt her body start to get tight and she said, “Vince, I’m cumming, oh my god I’m cumming!!!” At that point she started to convulse. She was screaming so loud, calling my name and then caught me off guard when she squirted over and over. I tried to swallow it all, but there was so much. I had never tasted anything so sweet.

I never had the chance to get soft. I climbed on top of her, entered her pussy and thrust into her. “Fuck me Vince, fuck your Gran hard!” She said. “Your cock feels so good inside me baby.” I sped up and she said, “fill me full of your cum baby.” I kept pounding, unloading every drop I had inside her. She said, “I’ve never experienced anything that good.”

Without giving her time to rest, I went back down on her and said, “I want to taste our love juices together.” She moaned loudly saying, “you need to give this old lady a rest.” So I did, but I was instantly hard again. I said, “Gran I want you on top of me.” She was very hesitant, worried she would hurt me because of her size, but I convinced her to try. She said, “Vince, I’ve never done this position before. Oh my God you feel so huge!” Once again, just two minutes later, she screamed and she gushed her honey all over me, soaking the bed. We must have done it at least 3 more times that night.

In the morning I woke up, frantic. It was after 9 and was late for school. She said, “shhh, relax, you’re staying home with me today.” She then snuggled up to me and said, “Vince, I love you.” I replied, “I love you so much Gran.” She continued, “I hope you always continue being intimate şişli otele gelen escort with me no matter what, however…” she then went on to say to me, “I do want you to meet a girl your age some day and have children, but you must promise me one thing. Please come and see me as often as you can and make love to me like this.” I said of course, I love you so much!!

Our lives were totally changed after that day. Each day we would live like we were husband and wife. One day, when I got home from school, my mother was home. She informed me that she was offered a job in Dallas, TX. I told her that I was not going with her to Dallas. She was very upset with me. I told her that I would be going to college here, at University of Alabama. At that point she asked me if I wanted to live here, with my grandmother. I said “most definitely!” My grandmother was very rich, she paid for my college, I never spent a dime.

We had so much fun together in and out of the bedroom we would go on trips and cruises together, enjoying each other so much. She said “Vince you made me feel alive again. I’m so happy we are together. I’ve always loved you so much and I am so in love with you.

Shortly there after my grandmother bought me a brand new, Ford F150 4×4. She never let me go without. She then bought a new home in the mountains in Franklin, NC. We moved there just after I graduated college.

I really had a hard time meeting any women. About two years had passed. “Vince, please, you promised you would marry and have children.” She said. “I found this dating site for BBW women. I placed an ad for you and this lady Patricia wants to meet you.” I was horrified, but I never wanted to let my grandmother down.

Things did work out between Patricia and I. We got married a few years later. Gran made me promise that I would come see her at least once or twice a week to continue our special relationship. I fulfilled this promise, even though I was married. We still made love twice a week. I must say that I did marry a SSBBW woman just like Gran. My grandmother had a 4000 sq foot house built, which she paid cash for. She had it built for us about 5 miles down the road. Patricia and I went on to have two children.

Gran and I continued our relationship for twenty years, but then she became ill. I moved her in with us and rented out her home. Gran passed two years later. I was forever grateful for her and our special relationship.

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It had been four years since I met him, that night haunted me still. He was leaning against the back of a pick up truck, smoking with his friends.

I had been at a music festival, the bands had finished and it was a short walk back to the campsite. Although it seemed a long walk on unsteady legs after drinking beer all day and enjoying more than the occasional slug of rum out of the hip flasks my friends and I passed around.

As I picked my way across the grass I heard a loud deep laugh ringing out across the night. I looked up and spotted a group of men gathered around a matte black pick up truck. He stood out clearly with his sexy bad boy good looks.

He sported shoulder length dirty blonde wavy hair, a heavy stubble covered his lower jaw and cheek bones. Long legs encased in torn jeans, a relatively tight black t shirt fitting snugly across a firm defined chest. As he inhaled on his cigarette the glow highlighted the lines of his face. His eyes flared with reflected fire as they met mine. A lazy smile crept across his lips.

He stepped forward heading in my direction. His eyes roved down my body, taking in the curve of my hips covered in worn, faded and ripped skinny jeans, a tattered old cut up iron maiden tour shirt straining over my chest. My black hair tumbled down my shoulders.

When he reached me all I could do was stare, like some sort of slack jawed mouth breather. He was achingly attractive close up. I could see how very blue his eyes were close up, my fingers itched to see if the hair on his face was as soft as it looked.

He never said a word just handed me a can of lager, draped his strong arm across my shoulder and started leading us towards the tents. I knew we weren’t heading in the right direction for my tent and I wondered if it was a wise move heading to a complete strangers tent with him.

We passed the beer between us as we walked. Taking long swigs, the comfortable silence stretching between us. The heat radiating from his arm and body helping to drive the chill away. I still had goosebumps but I wasn’t sure that had anything to do with the cold.

Finally we reached his tent, I admired his taut backside as he bent to undo the zip. He looked over his shoulder and caught me staring, he started to laugh then took my hand in his and tugged me inside.

I fell in an ungainly heap on top of him. We were sarıyer escort on top of an airbed, he lay back and looked up at me with smiling eyes. I shifted my legs to straddle him, feeling a large distinct bulge underneath me. I squirmed and started to grind into him enjoying his moans.

I rested my hands on his chest, feeling his solid pecs and chest, hidden from view by his t shirt. I leaned down to meet his lips with my own. Pushing them open and pushing my tongue inside, the kiss was scorching and just a mere taste of what was to come.

His hands encircled my waist under my t shirt, slowly teasing up towards my ribs, lifting my top as they went. He broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over my head. His eyes were roaming over the tattoos covering my torso and taking in the sight of my breasts in a black push up bra.

I moved my hands to his face for another kiss as his hands reached around to unclasp my bra and free my breasts to the chilly air.

He slowly caressed, fingers dancing across my ribs around to the front of my trembling body. His big warm rough hands cupping my c cup breasts. Squeezing and kneading them as I moaned into his mouth. His thumb ran in circular motions over my hard pierced nipples. Ripples of pleasure sped towards my pussy in a direct line.

He trailed the kiss down my jawline and neck. Licking along my collar bone making me shiver above him. His lips travelled farther south down my tattooed cleavage. I arched my back and rode the bulge under my aching needy pussy, feeling the buttons of his fly rubbing against me, I gasped and squirmed with need.

His lips enclosed my left nipple, the wet warmth feeling heavenly on my hard sensitive little nub. He squeezed my right one in-between his fingers and thumb, teasing the piercing as he twisted it. It felt so good the feel of his tongue flicking across it as he sucked, teeth grazing it. He switched nipples repeating the process. I was suddenly aching to have him inside me so badly it hurt.

I pulled free and dismounted, rushing to pull my jeans, docs and thong of as quickly as possible. Whilst watch him pull his t shirt over his head and undo his jeans, pulling them down. His boxers caught on his hard cock causing it to spring back hitting his hard lower abs.

The sight of him laying back made my already soaked pussy silivri escort start to quiver. I could feel the wetness already running to my thighs. His chest was firm and sculpted but covered in thick blonde hair, his ripped abs led down to a perfect specimen of a cock. He was about six and a half inches long and so thick I knew one of my hands couldn’t encircle it.

I moved up his body pausing to give that long hard length a firm lick, stopping to tease the tip and taste the perfect pearl of pre-cum bubbling out of it. I moaned as my tongue swirled around the swollen shiny head. Taking it in my mouth and sucking hard. I felt his hips thrust with a deep moan, upwards, sliding his cock all the way to my throat. I could have sucked him all night but I needed much more.

I scooted up his body, kissing and biting his toned hairy torso as I went. His fingers found my hips and he moved me to where he wanted me. My hand reached down and rubbed him along the length of my dripping cunt. I could feel my juices already running down his length, collecting on my fingers.I lined him up and started to slide down as he thrust up to fill me.

He stretched me out wonderfully filling me like nothing I had ever felt before. If I hadn’t been so turned I could never have handled the thickness of him. As it was I had to work to get that thick cock all the way in. It was only just on the right side of too much. As I slid down I my head flew back, my back arched pushing my tits forward.

I felt his hitting my cervix just as I felt his pubic bone. I placed my wet fingers I had dribbled my juices on at his mouth. He breathed in through his nose, sniffing, as he took them between his lips, licking at sucking at the taste of my arousal.

As his tongue moved the length of my fingers, his hands found my tits again. Roughly he squeezed, making my pussy squeeze and clench around him. He drove up into me hard, I gasped and cried out, the black painted nails on my hand scoring the furred skin of his chest.

I blocked my hips back and forth, my clit grinding into him. He found a rhythm to match mine, hitting my cervix and pushing my g spot as we moved. My moans getting louder. Our eyes locked together.

The muscles in my stomach were tensing and twitching as my heart rate increased. I started to feel a spasm deep inside my pussy. The feeling şirinevler escort grew as my cries, grunts and moans built. I exploded around him with a yell, he held still fighting for control as thrashed, riding him hard. Juices flowing down the length of him, down his balls. my nails leaving deep red tracks down his chest.

When I started to come down from my orgasm, he reached up for my head pulling me down for another deep kiss. Our lips met, tongues dancing together. He flipped us over. He lay on top of me, still so hard inside me, his weight on his forearms either side of my head. He buried his face in my neck and started to move slowly.

He thrust into me deeply, harder than when I was in control. faster, his hips started slamming into me, pushing me into the airbed. my body started to lose control again, shuddering and shaking as he sped up. I was trying not to scream as he drove me, biting down on his shoulder as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. My fingers digging in his back and pulling on his thick hair.

I felt him swelling inside me, as he lost control of his thrusts, moaning almost as loudly as me. At the last second he pulled out of me, his twitching cock gripped in his tight fist.

I bent towards it and wrapped my lips around the tip of him. Tasting myself coating him. Sucking hard as he cried out. With one final jerk and a cry he filled my mouth with exquisite salty cum. spurt after spurt I swallowed it down, savouring the taste. I kept sucking as I bobbed up and down, feeling him quiver in my mouth.

As he started to soften he pulled me off him, his lips met mine. He didn’t seem to mind the taste of his spunk in my mouth as his tongue explored me. We both collapsed onto the airbed and he pulled the sleeping bag over us. As we kissed my eyes grew heavy. His strong arm encircled me and I drifted into a deep sleep.

When I awoke I looked across at the softly snoring blonde man snuggled next to me.He was even more breathtaking with his sleep softened features, in the soft morning light. I didn’t know his name or anything about him. Yet I still felt the delicious aches where his body had taken me to new heights of pleasure that I could never have imagined.

I’m ashamed to say I took the cowards way out. Too scared of what falling for this adonis would do to me, knowing I would be in for a whole world of pain and heartache. I gathered my clothes quietly got dressed and slipped out of the tent into the early morning sunshine and blue skies.

All I left him were memories and a soiled black thong as a token to remember me by. That was four years ago, what could have been will haunt me forever.

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Who would have thought that after a year of sitting at home alone, I would be on a date? Not only a date, but a date with a great guy. I’d been standing in the grocery store, minding my business, when the gentleman in front of me turned around and said, “Can you watch my daughter for two seconds, I just need to run and get some Pampers, right there.” He pointed to the aisle directly behind us and then his toddler. She was wearing the cutest little t-shirt with Kente embroidery on it and the brightest smile you’d ever want to see.

“Sure, go ahead.” No sooner than her father walked away, the little girl stood up in the cart and made a lunge for the candy, trying to leap like she was the star acrobat in the UniverSoul Circus. I grabbed her just in time before she took a big spill on the floor. “Slow down there little lady.” Rather than her being scared by a stranger, she fit in my arms perfectly and started playing with my earrings and talking to me quite fluently in little girl baby talk.

By the time her father came back, he was apologizing. “I’m so sorry. Let me guess, she made a dive for the candy. I don’t let her have sugar and her mother does so we go through a period of withdrawal every time it’s my time for custody.” She was smiling at me with this little innocent, angelic, brown face and all I could do was come to her defense.

“Nooooo, she . . . it wasn’t like that. She was just , , , ” I wasn’t very good at lying and I just stopped in mid sentence. “What’s your name, Princess?”

She told me her name quite promptly. I didn’t understand what the heck she said but at that point, she was focused on my necklace and jabbering away about something I’m sure only another two year old or a parent could understand. “Her name is Shakhari, and she is indeed my little princess. I’ll take her back now, thanks.” Shakhari was having none of that and she grabbed my neck and laid her sweet little head on my shoulder. “I share joint custody with her mother and when she lives with me, my brother, and his two sons; she’s the only woman in the house. She has a need for female bonding that defies logical thinking. That estrogen is some powerful stuff, right?”

“It’s okay, I’ll hold her, go ahead, it looks like you could use an extra hand.” While Daddy was unpacking the cart, getting his super savings card swiped, and paying, I was checking him out; he was actually very cute. He had a full beard and a delicious looking chocolate complexion and a shopping cart full of health food. I whispered in Shakhari’s ear, “You know, your Daddy is pretty handsome.”

That must have been the magic phrase because almost immediately Shakhari wanted to go back to Daddy and she reached out to him. He scooped her up and kept loading his cart with the bags like he was the featured juggler with UniverSoul. Right before they were ready to leave, he said, “Say goodbye to the pretty lady, Shakhari.” She blew me a big kiss and I could hear her saying bye-bye over and over until they were well beyond the automatic doors.

I paid for my groceries and made my way to the parking lot. I was putting my groceries in the back seat and still thinking about Dad and that sexy smile when I heard someone say, “Excuse me.” I looked up and it was Dad. “I didn’t get your name. I’m Vernon; I wanted to thank you for taking care of my little lady. I was wondering if . . . Do you think it would be okay if I gave you my number and you could give me a call . . . that is if you aren’t married or seeing someone or anything. Sorry, I’m not very good at this. I haven’t dated in a long while so I’m a little out of practice. I’m sorry.”

I extended my hand, “I’m Deborah, nice to meet you. There’s no need to apologize.” He handed me his business card with his home and cell phone numbers written on the back. A week later I was on a date with him, sitting at a table staring into the dreamiest eyes possible and pinching myself that he was so amazing.

The chemistry was just there, it wasn’t forced or anything, we just seemed to connect. He told me that he’d moved to the area two years ago, a little before Shakhari was born, and his pregnant girlfriend at the time had no intention of moving away from her family, and they had no plans to get married. “I got a chance to really make a difference,” he explained, “so when my brother told me they were opening an Office of Minority Affairs in the county, and were looking for someone to head it up, and he could get me an interview, I jumped at the chance. Janet is a massage therapist on a cruise ship for 3 or 4 months at a time so it works our perfectly that I can take Shakhari, my brother and his two teenage sons are the perfect babysitters whenever I need them. When she is with her Mom, I feel like my entire life is on hold.” He explained to me that he’d largely gotten caught up in his ex’s looks and while he could have made better choices in a partner, and used a lot more precaution, i.e. protection, he was making the best of the şişli elit escort situation and being the best father he knew how to be.

The more we talked, the more attracted I was. Sure, we’d talked on the phone, gotten to know each other a little bit before the date, but there was something about being in his presence, smelling his cologne, seeing those shoulders, just being in the company of a man that was intoxicating. I told him my sad story, of how I’d let myself love a man who didn’t love me and how it had fucked with my self esteem so I’d been alone for a while, just trying to work on myself. Isolated was a better term for it. I’d sort of shut myself off from the rest of the world to figure things out and make sense of it all. Usually, when you admit flaws to a man, they run 100 yards in the opposite direction but Vernon was hanging right in there with me, it didn’t seem to disturb him in the least. I could tell from his actions and his words that he was really interested in finding a woman of substance, which is rare. Most men are looking for a woman of beauty, who won’t question them or demand anything of them. He explained that after Shakhari was born, he was intent on finding a great role model for his daughter and a great partner with whom he could build a life together. Boy was I glad the recipe I was using called for shallots that night and I had to run to the store.

After dinner, we walked hand in hand by the bay, looking out over the water and up at the stars. We sat on a bench for a while and watched the other couples walk by, kissing and hugging, feeling each other up as if no one could see what they were doing. I got a little chilly and he gave me his jacket and put his arms around my shoulders. It was getting late but I was in no rush to end the date so I asked him if he wanted to come back to my place for a drink.

I had no plans on having sex with him; I just wanted to appreciate his company a little more. Vernon was picking out music in the living room while I was in the kitchen getting out the glasses and opening the wine. All of a sudden it hit me that I had made a huge mistake. Wine, music, alone in my apartment. Duh, that meant SEX! Hot, buck naked, sweaty sex. My hands started shaking and I couldn’t even hold the bottle opener steady. I was trying to figure out a way to put a stop to the whole thing, call it off, ask him to leave, when Vernon came in the kitchen and said, “Deborah, is everything alright? Here, let me help you with that.”

He intentionally stood behind me, pressing his body against mine, and wrapped his arms around me, placing his hands on top of mine, and opened the bottle. My heart was racing out of my chest. I could feel the fullness of my ass against him, his chest against my back, his arms were strong but his hands were gentle. I closed my eyes and laid my head back against his chest for a moment and just stood there. He started massaging my shoulders, and he said, “This is nice, thank you for inviting me over.” I could feel the warmth of his breath on my ear and in that moment, I felt like a woman. I am a woman of course, but when you spend so much time alone you don’t get a chance to FEEL like a woman. I leaned back into him fully, subconsciously rubbing my ass on him, and I could detect the slightest movement in his pants.

That’s when panic hit me. What the hell was I doing? I wiggled out from between the counter and his body and decided that I was going to gain full control of the situation. I was going to fake a headache and call it a night but Vernon beat me to it. “Whoa, look at the time,” he said! “My nephew has rugby playoffs tomorrow and I have to get home to uhmmm . . . take care of things, to get ready. I mean I need to get up early to get the kids ready and . . . well, I better get going.” He was trying to discretely reposition himself and scramble for his jacket to put in front of him.

I walked him to the door and we said our goodbyes. I guess neither one of us knew what was the appropriate thing to do. The date was awesome, there was chemistry out of this world, but we were both out of practice in the romance department. We stood at my doorway and saying what a great time we both had and how we should do it again soon. I knew good and damn well that I wanted a kiss. I could tell he wanted a kiss too. He stood there stalling for another minute until finally I just put my arms around his neck, leaned in close and closed my eyes.

The next thing I felt were his lips pressed softly against mine, his tongue softly exploring my mouth. He pulled my body tightly to his and I cupped his face in my hands. His hands explored my back and the further down they went, the more I moaned into his mouth. We went from 0 to 60 in five seconds flat. One kiss turned into deep soul kissing and there was no turning back. He sucked my tongue gently in his mouth and I got dizzy. His mouth tasted slightly sweet, like he’d eaten a mint in anticipation şişli escort of kissing me while I wasn’t looking. Our lips parted and he started kissing my neck. His technique was out of this world, gently sucking my hot spot and nibbling on my flesh while his hands were pulling me closer, rubbing me all over. There was no way I was going to let him leave so I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the living room. We both fell on the sofa and started making out like two teenagers in high school.

There is something transcendent about being in the arms of a Black man. Anyone who has every had the pleasure can testify to that. Being in the arms of a beautiful Black man, after months of being alone, is like finding an oasis in the desert after crawling on the hot sands. When I’m in that moment, feeling his muscles, the power of his grasp, if feels like it’s the reason I was created, it’s like climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro and reaching the Apex. Pressing his full body weight into mine, he took my breath away. I tried to pull him closer, to become one with him, to somehow feel his breath inside of me. He put his leg between mine and I started humping on him. My skirt was sliding up and I kept trying to subconsciously pull it back down. My mind was so used to putting me off when they made advances; it was hard to turn off that record that allowed me to be fully sensual and expressive with a man.

Truth is, I was scared. I was scared of letting down my guard. I was unsure of how to be sexual with a man anymore. I wasn’t sure what healthy boundaries were. I was playing all sorts of old tapes in my head about being a slut for sleeping with a man on the first date. I’m 30 years old and I was feeling like a teenager on the couch with my mom upstairs, ready to scold me for being fast.

Vernon must have been having the same apprehensions, well, at least comparable ones. He sat up and moved to the far end of the sofa. I was still lying there, with my legs spread, breathing heavy, and a look of tortured lust on my face. I could clearly see the outline of his dick tenting his pants and he made no efforts to hide it.

“Is everything okay,” I asked, sitting up and trying to gain some composure.

“Sure, I’m cool. It’s just that I’m not really sure that we should be doing this. I can’t lie; I want to be with you. You CAN’T imagine how much I want to be with you right now. It’s just that I don’t want my judgment clouded because it’s been so long since I . . . you know. I’m into you for a lot of reasons but I don’t want to just get caught up in the moment because I’m trying to fill the void, feel me? I’m not sure if I’m thinking with the right head.”

I think we both needed that minute to catch our breath and regroup. To be honest, the fact that he wanted to slow things down made me want him that much more. Not completely because you always want what you think you can’t have, but I’m sure that had a little to do with it, but mostly because he was actually thinking about the consequences of us getting too carried away. That was a first. Every other man I’d been with, once we’d gotten to the dry humping, spit swapping, simulating sex stage, there was nothing short of a natural disaster that could get them to think about anything other than fucking.

He pulled my skirt hem down to my knees, rather reluctantly I could tell, and then he pulled me onto his lap. We talked for a few minutes but neither of us made a move to end the evening. I tried to move to sit next to him, expressing that I was fearful that I was hurting him, and he sucked his teeth and gave me a look like, “Gurl, pleeease, don’t even think that you could hurt me.” I TOTALLY felt like a woman in the moment.

It was only then that all the work I’d done on myself, redefining and healing, kicked in. I was a vibrant, vital, woman with a lot to offer and sexual needs, the need for human contact. I was deserving of pleasure and sensual release. Yes, I wanted a relationship but more than that I wanted a man to appreciate me for more than being just a piece of ass. I was reasonably confident that Vernon didn’t just want a one night stand. But the real kicker was in coming to terms with the fact that, even if he did, even if having a sex on the first date wasn’t what I’d been conditioned to think a virtuous woman did, I was empowered and responsible for my happiness. I could choose to see the situation as one of opportunity and take ownership of my emotions afterwards, whatever the outcome.

I straddled Vernon’s lap and faced him. I slowly undid the buttons on my blouse, verrrry slowly. He didn’t say a word; he just sat there and watched me. I pulled my blouse off and dropped it to the floor. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts and he started massaging them. I undid the snaps of my bra and let if find a home on the floor on top of my shirt. Instinctively, his mouth found my nipples and started sucking them. I held them up for him, şişli eve gelen escort feeding him, throwing my head back and enjoying the sensation of his tongue, moving from one titty to the other, licking my hardened nipples, sucking them, biting them gently, driving me absolutely fucking crazy.

I started grinding on him, undoing the buttons on his shirt. He said, “Wait, shouldn’t we . . .” I didn’t let him finish his sentence. I kissed him again, this time even more passionately than before, if that was at all possible, and silenced him.

“Vernon, do you want to . . .” I didn’t know what words to use, so I just said what I was really feeling in that moment. “Vernon, do you want to fuck me?”

Without missing a beat, he said, “Deborah, I want to fuck you so bad I can’t see straight.” He buried his face between the soft flesh of my breasts and pushed both nipples together and sucked them at the same time.

I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him toward my bedroom so we could stretch out and be more comfortable. He kept asking me if I was sure about this. I turned on my mackadocious music, the music I played when I wanted to get in the mood to fuck myself, and I started dancing for him, taking off the rest of my clothes. I slid out of my skirt and he just sat on the edge of the bed, looking uncomfortable. Leaving my red lace panties on, I knelt between his legs and undid his belt buckle. He was looking down at me like he was having an out of body experience. I undid the button and lowered the zipper on his pants. I reached in his boxers and felt the heat of his dick. I pulled it from the opening and looked up at him, licked my lips, and licked the head. I saw his eyes roll back in his head and I knew that was my go ahead. I swirled my tongue around the head and started licking his shaft. I slip my lips sensually up and down the length and took his entire dick in my mouth deeply. He was bucking his hips and I was matching his thrusts. He grabbed my by my shoulders and pushed me away. “Stop,” he said breathing heavily, “I need you to slow down.”

I stood up and turned around. I slid my panties down over my full hips and stepped out of them. By the time I had turned back around, Vernon was naked and laying on the bed looking like a chocolate vision of beauty. “My turn,” he said, “and he stuck out his tongue. “I want to taste you.” I climbed on the bed and tried to lie next to him. He wasn’t having that and he told me that he wanted me to ride his face. For a woman who was out of practice at having sex, I wasn’t sure I was comfortable being that assertive. I stopped myself before I got too caught up in old tapes in my head and accepted his invitation.

I grabbed the headboard and threw my leg across his shoulder. He stuck his tongue out and said, “Come on, baby, let me lick that sweet pussy.” I lowered myself slowly, letting the lips of my pussy gently caress his lips. He started kissing my pussy, frenching them like he’d done to me earlier. I was biting my lip, trying to stifle my moans of appreciation but there was no use. I felt fucking fantastic. I started rubbing my pussy on his soft lips, sliding back and forth, feeling his tongue in my hole and his lips sucking at my clit. The sensations were out of the world. Before long, I was bouncing a little harder on his mouth, riding his tongue. Grabbing my ass, he pulled me forward and started licking me from my clit to my asshole. I’ll be a black son of a bitch if I could hold back my sounds of appreciation at that point. I was moaning and talking dirty, telling him how much I loved it.

“Ohhhh, yessss, sexy mother fucker. Let me ride that tongue, shove it in me. Oh shit, that feels so good.” He grabbed thighs and pulled me tighter. Poor little thing, I could have suffocated him I was bouncing up and down on his face so hard. I could feel the tremors, they were building and there was no turning back.

I rolled over on the bed, exhausted, but energized at the same time. Vernon rolled over on me and kissed me and I could taste my juices on his tongue. “Do you need some time to recuperate,” he whispered?

I reached between his legs and felt for his dick and rubbed it on the slit of my pussy. “Fuck me, NOW,” was all I needed to say.

“Oh shit,” he said, “Hold on there sweetness.” He reached for his pants on the side of the bed and pulled out some condoms, opened the package with his teeth, and slid it on his dick. I was so happy he’d taken the initiative to be responsible because I would have kicked myself a thousand times in the morning for not insisting that we use protection.

Locked and fully loaded, he placed my legs on his shoulders. He looked down at me and rubbed the head of his dick on my slit. I was sweating, trying to get him to penetrate me. I was still soaking wet from cumming before but I hadn’t felt a real dick in my in so long, I couldn’t wait any longer. Vernon made me wait. He teased me, excruciatingly painful teasing. He pushed the head in and I gripped the sheets. I was tighter than usual I guess, from not having sex in so long, so he had to work hard to get it all in. We were both sweating and grunting and he was going deeper and deeper. Finally, I could feel his balls on my ass and the head of his dick was deep inside me.

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This is the start of my experiences with my son.

It all started about a year ago when I accidentally flashed my bare 40dd breasts to my then, 18 year old son. It was a complete accident, I was only dressed in my dressing gown after having been in the shower and I was in the kitchen clearing up after breakfast.

Tom and my younger son Sam were there with me. They were both sitting down eating breakfast and as I emptied the dishwasher, I became aware of Tom’s eyes following me around the room as I put things away.

It wasn’t until I had almost finished, when I noticed that my dressing gown had come loose and my breasts became visible to his view as it opened and closed as I bent over.

I was shocked that Tom was trying to look at my naked body and that he was enjoying it and that he had no intention of telling me that I was exposing myself to him.

I was also shocked at how my body was reacting!

My pussy was tingling and my nipples were starting to get hard.

I was even more shocked at how I reacted to the knowledge that Tom was looking. Instead of covering up, I started to fill the dishwasher, even going as far as taking my time when I was loading stuff into the bottom tray, knowing that my gown was gaping open as I bent over, showing my tits to my son.

My nipples were rock hard and my pussy was wet. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying exposing myself to him.

That was a year ago.

From then on, when the opportunity arose, I would let Tom see me in various stages of dress. Sometimes in my underwear, or in my nightie, or just in a towel or my dressing gown.

It was always subtle and appeared either accidental or unknowing on my part. I especially liked the ‘unknowing’ times, it excited me knowing that Tom was looking at me, thinking I wasn’t ware of what I was revealing.

Each time though, I wanted to go a little bit further, as he seemed very interested in what I was “allowing” him to see, but I didn’t have the nerve.

Then I found Literotica and ortaköy escort I started reading the stories. I found myself more and more interested in the incest stories.

Stories written by one particular female writer interested me most of all.

And at the start of this year, I contacted her and we began exchanging emails. They concerned both our mutual teasing of our sons and I found that with her support (and daring), I wanted to see how far I could go with my teasing.

The results of my teasing are detailed in the following emails.

They are the emails that I sent to my friend, minus her name, so they are written as such and aren’t trying to win any contests.

Depending on the response, I will post the next email.

Here is what happened earlier this evening.

Before you read it, can I just say that I have enjoyed today tremendously.

Thank you, you are a lovely woman who has opened up parts of me I never knew were there.

I have to go now as hubby is in but I’ll try and check in with you early tomorrow morning to see what you think…

Well I saw Tom’s car pull up on the drive so I told his younger brother that I was going to have a shower. But he was on his Playstation so World War three could have kicked off right then and he would be oblivious to it until he was either thirsty or hungry!

So I went up and got in the shower and I heard Tom come upstairs and go into his room.

I came out with just a towel around me that was slightly smaller than I would normally use to cover myself with and another, much smaller one on my head.

Tom’s bedroom door was open and I wondered, if I had the guts to go through with my plan.

I stood in the open doorway and nervously, I said hi.

He was on his computer and he said hi but didn’t look up. I asked him if he was hungry and I took the towel off my head and I began to dry my hair with it. He glanced up and I saw his eyes go like a rabbit caught in car headlights.

As I stood otele gelen escort there drying my hair in front of him, I was well aware of just how small and low the towel was around me and that I was showing a large amount of bare breast to him. Nothing that would pass as indecent but much more than I would normally display around the house, especially if his father had been home.

I had deliberately done my towel up right between my breasts and I could feel it opening and closing gently around the top of my thighs as I dried my hair.

I asked Tom how work had been and he answered me but I could feel his eyes trying to bore between the gap in my towel as it opened and closed in time to my now vigorous hair drying!

I was not sure how much or what he could see exactly but he started asking me how my day had been. Something he has never asked before so I was guessing he was trying to keep me there as long as possible.

I turned slightly to block his view to see if he really was trying to get a look at me and he got up and went and sat on his bed, all the while asking me what had I been doing today. This meant that he was now no more than three or four feet in front of me which gave him an even better and closer view of the gap in my towel!!

I couldn’t believe that my own son was actually trying to look at my body so I did something that I had honestly never planned on doing at all. I had only planned to tease him with the possibility of the briefest of glimpses through my towel but now some other thought had entered my head.

I stood there drying the back of my hair with the towel and both my hands behind my head and I pushed my tits out as far as they would go. I could feel the towel becoming looser and looser as I answered Tom and I knew that if I didn’t stop it very quickly, it would suddenly come completely undone and be on the floor where I would be completely naked in front of my 19 year old son.

As I dried the back of my head, I took a deep breath, arched my otele gelen escort back slightly and I felt the towel give up the struggle and gravity then took over and did the rest.

It fell to the floor and I let out a scream which I didn’t have to put on! It was more a release of the nervous tension that I was feeling than anything else.

I looked at Tom and I could see that his eyes were all over my body. He didn’t know where to look first!

I held the towel I had been drying my hair with in front of me but it was a small towel and couldn’t really cover all of me. It would either cover my pussy or my 40dd tits which I noticed were fully erect by now but not both.

So I chose to cover my pussy with it and I saw Tom’s eyes shift to my uncovered nipples which were now feeling hard as bullets.

I knew I had to do something to make this seem a complete accident so I bent down quickly and made a show of grabbing the towel that was around my feet.

But I was standing on the corner of it which was not in my game plan at all, so as I tried to pick it up, it fell back to the floor and I could feel Tom’s eyes all over my tits as they hung there, feet from his face.

By now I really did want to cover up so I quickly stepped off the towel, picked it up and I wrapped it around me which gave him one last view of my nakedness as I closed the gap.

I mumbled an embarrassing apology and retreated to my room where I shut the door and fell onto my bed.

I was shaking as |I couldn’t believe what I had just done in front of my son!

But I had to admit that the feeling I was feeling right then, knowing that he had looked at my naked body, had actually moved seats to get a better view AND then seeing the look on his face as he looked at me was a delicious feeling that had me reaching down between my legs.

I know it was all wrong but it was an exciting moment straight out of one of your stories. The difference being that it won’t be going any further than it already has.

So I have my new friend to blame for that. lol

Because of her, I have a new found courage to do something that I never thought I would be brave enough to do.

Perhaps I should stop reading her wonderful stories as today has been a day of firsts in more ways than one.

Who knows where it will end…

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I collapsed in the chair, kicked off my heels and drew in a deep breath. What a week! It was the weekend and I had no plans but to rest and relax before starting the same old grind the next week. My feet throbbed and I lifted one to caress the sole. A throaty moan escaped my lips. I was really looking forward to this weekend.

As I climbed the steps to my bedroom I passed the bathroom. How could I ever forget what had happened in there. Instantly my body began to throb and ache. I could feel the crotch of my panty hose getting wet. With a start I turned and moved quickly to the bedroom. Leaving the door ajar I began to undress. How long had it been since that afternoon in the bathroom when I had given myself to my son? Just a matter of two weeks, though it seemed like forever. Nothing had been the same since then. I tried to resist Him but I simply was not possible. The way He looked at me with those dark piercing eyes seemed to wipe away any resistance. A heated, blush creeped up my throat. How many nights had I crawled into His bedroom and begged Him to fuck me? Was it every night? He would laugh at me and make me beg harder before finally pounding my wet pussy good and hard and filling it with His cum. I simply could not resist.

A cool spring breeze wafted through the open window as I tugged a tank top over my head and fastened my shorts. It would be another weekend alone. Master, my Son, was going camping with his friends. He had teased me all week about taking me with and letting His friends use me at will. Surely He would not do that. Many would not understand this strange yet fulfilling relationship between Mother and son, Master and slave.

The evening had been pleasant. I had enjoyed the quietness of the evening and just vegged out in front of the TV. As it grew later I wound my way up the staircase to my room for the night. It was so hot, I left the window open and peeled off my clothes. It would be nice to be alone and not worry about being walked in while I slept naked. Master had made it clear that He wished me to be naked for Him always but it wasn’t always so easy with a house full of others.

I stretched out on the bed. the breeze tickled my heated flesh. Drawing in a deep breath making my breasts lift and fall. This was absolute heaven. My eyes heavy with need of sleep I soon drifted off.

It was so hot, so hot, my body felt like there were many pairs of hands on it. Hands everywhere and couldn’t help but moan. There were fingers pinching my nipples. There were fingers in my cunt, on my clit as well as teasing my asshole. A wet heat tingled against my neck and lips. I could feel hot lips on my neck. My eyes fluttered open. I’m not dreaming was my first thought. The room was lit brightly and around me were four boys/men, laughing and drinking. I struggled to sit up. Protesting, glancing wildly around the room, seeing the clock read 2:30am. What was going on here? Just then my son, Master walked into the room. He had a huge grin on his face that always seemed to melt me into totally yielding to his presence

He leaned over me and His lips claimed mine almost brutally. Pulling away, he left me mewling and whimpering.

” Morning Mommy slut. The party has come to you” His large hand trailed over the mound of one breast until his fingers plucked at the rose hued nipple until I cried out in pain. His voice now low and deep, he spoke for my ears only. “You will please my friends well cunt and perhaps then I will allow you to serve me.”

I was in shock. He was giving me to his friends. Boys who I had seen grow into such strong men. This couldn’t be happening! I felt myself being roughly shoved to my back and my legs drawn open. Oh my God, my pussy was so open for all of them to see. I burned with shame. I was wet and they could see it and smell my arousal. To make matters worse I was responding to them like a hungry pack of wolves. I could not protest. I had to please Master but these were boys, and şişhane escort they were going to fuck me, and oh God, I wanted it, badly.

Two of the boys pulled at my ankles yanking my legs open wider. Another was sucking on my tits, his teeth plucking and pulling roughly on my nipples. He left a wet slobbery trail between the two as he alternated. Turning just a bit I could see His hand stroking the bulge of His cock. I cried out as he bit down on my left nipple. God it hurt. Forcing myself to speak I cooed. “Gently please, that is it. Suck and nibble at first then tug.” Arching my back and tangling my fingers in his hair I moaned as the liquid fire began racing through my body to pool at my open wet pussy..

My attention was abruptly drawn to the one of other three boys just as the swollen head of cock pushed against my hairy cunt lips. The thrust opened them wide, as he missed pushing into my pelvic bone before the head slid down and shot into the tight canal of my fuck hole. I would of never guessed He would be so big. I moaned and lifted my hips. The two boys holding my legs pulled and urged the other on “Oh yeah man fuck her, fuck her good and hurry I’ m hurting, I’ m so hard” one said. The one fucking my cunt plunged in harder and faster. The pleasure and anguish on his face clear to me it would not take Him long to shoot His load. I felt my body responding to this. How could it? I was older and the ‘mother’. I turned my head and looked at my son, my master. He leaned against the wall., his powerful arms crossed, a smile of satisfaction spread across his face, but something else. Was that pride I beheld shining in his eyes? His eyes met mine and he nodded then slid one hand to stroke the bulge in his own jeans.

Beginning in the back of my mind a thought quickly came to the forefront. I needed to please Him. Just then it was if the limits were sky high. My body began to writhe impaled on the cock. He wanted to see me fuck his friends. He wanted me to serve them properly like a good little slave girl. The teeth and lips tugged and ripped at my nipples causing me great pain yet I did not care. I needed to fuck these boys like they had never been fucked and make master proud that I was his. My cunt milked at the meat as it shoved in faster and harder. I heard the boy cry out as a rush of heated cum flowed into my cunt. He collapsed on me and I heard Him growl. “God You are hot bitch for a mom”.

Laughing he pulled his wet cock out of my drenched pussy and almost before I could savor the sensation of his cum gushing from my pussy another moved in to take his place. I could see the one laughing and talking to master but all I cared about now was this new meat ripping into my slick pussy. Plowing deep, his cock was not as long but definitely thicker. It felt like the walls of my cunt were being ripped open with each plunging thrust. My pussy slurped and suckled around His meat as his balls slapping into my ass. I was fucking him like a wild bitch in heat now. I begged for him to rape me, use me. The one sucking my tits had now figured out what my mouth was for and straddled my chest. My body rocking beneath the thrust of the cock in my pussy as my lips now stretched around this new cock. He tasted of salt and urine. His fingers were in my hair tugging my face deeper to him to shove more his cock down my moaning throat. His youthful enthusiasm showed as he shoved wildly, bucking and ramming his cock down my throat. I held my lips tight around the veined meat until He blew his load of cum down the tight canal. I sucked hard and swallowed every drop of his cum. He too, laughing, went to my Master, my son and spoke.

I could hardly focus now for the rapture my body was in. My pussy was beginning to twitch. I knew I was nearing an orgasm but I did not have permission. The cock ravaging my fuck hole was now swelling and I knew that soon the second cock would shoot into my already dripping pussy. The young şişli anal yapan escort boy growled and rooting above my body, slamming my hips upward I met the final thrust as the stream of jism erupted into my pussy. I ached now, needing to release. I glanced furiously around but I couldn’t see master. What if I couldn’t hold it back? There were still two more to fuck me.

My body now was roughly turned over and my hips drawn up to put me on hands and knees. The double shot of cum from the other two boys dripped and oozed from my cunt to drip on my coverlet. I cried out loudly. In this position I surely would not be able to not release. “Master” I cried out. My ears strained to hear his familiar voice, but all I heard only the other boys laughing as they moved me into position. I felt the weight of one as they moved up onto the bed and hissed at me like I was some kind of animal. “Suck it bitch.” As he leaned against the headboard, his cock, jutting out like a sword ready to be polished my eyes closed slightly as I leaned forward. He looked at me as I lowered my lashes, snaking out my tongue to lap over the bulbous head. He tasted good and I found I was hungry for yet more come. God I truly was a slut. Sliding my lips down his shaft he moaned and he slowly began to find a rhythm to fuck my mouth. I felt at the same time rough hands pulling wide my ass checks. Oh my god. These boys were seeing my puckered hole. Wincing as they pulled my cheeks wider. It hurt yet I continued to focus on the cock sliding down my throat. Fingers, It felt like so many were digging into my pussy and ass hole now. I was rocking in motion into the touch then sucking the dick that was sliding deliciously down my eager throat. Moaning hotly now around the cock fucking my throat, I heard him. Was it is His cock sliding into my fuck hole? I reached up and tenderly fondled the balls belonging to the boy upon whose cock I fed. My mind reeled as I tried to decide if this meat shoving deep into my well fucked pussy was familiar. It pushed deep meeting no resistance as I opened my pussy to take the thick hard cock. I felt a loss as it fully entered my canal. It was long and not so thick. Not My master’s but the last of the boys who hadn’t yet had my pussy or mouth. But I k new Master was close.

The cock in my mouth started fucking hard and deep as he drew closer to shooting his wad. I found myself amazed at how the youthful expressions of young men seemed to turn me on more. I loved to see their pleasure. The cock sliding in and out of my pussy now found its own pace and stroking me into a wild frenzy. I began to softly sob, my cunt clenching around the pounding meat. Where was He? Couldn’t He tell I was suffering? All I could think of was my need to cum around this dick when his face fell into my view and he spoke only two words “No Bitch!”

How I hated him right now. The cock in my mouth began to piss a river of cum down my throat. He shoved it deep into my throat, forcing myself to swallow and I rocked hard into this cock up my slit, every nerve of my body tense and ready to scream in need. Again I felt the familiar swelling of the cock just before it gushed more semen into my pussy. I could feel my cunt spasm as it milked his cock, sucking balls dry as I collapsed on the bed as they seemed to forget about me now.

I could not move, my body still tense and trembling on my bed. I could hear sounds around me but nothing clear. Were they done with me? Surely master would not leave me like this but then again He might, because he could. My body was still on fire, screaming to find release. I knew I mewled pathetically but I didnt care. I was nothing at that moment but a fuck vessel. Nothing more than life support for a pussy. I needed cock. I heard myself beg. “Pleaaaase Master , Pleaaaaase I need You”

The room went dark. Someone had turned off the lights. I could hear movement behind me. “Master?” I asked searchingly. şişli bdsm escort Nothing. There was weight on the bed and movement. Strong hands slid over my ass cheeks, and squeezed the fleshy meat, opening the crack of my ass wide. Something wet and solid slid up it. Was it a tongue? Ohhh it felt good and I moaned louder. My body shuddered. All I could do was whisper. “Please.” There was laughter. It was him. I felt heated breath whisper against my ear. “Now, Mommy bitch, I am going to fuck you good. You pleased me well.”

His strong hands pulled my ass upwards. I felt the head of His dick poke against my wet cunt lips. The hair dripping of the previous loads of cum shot into it. I felt shame that master, my son, was seeing my cunt so well used. That was a short lived thought as I began to feel every ridge and vein of this cock I was coming to know so well slide in deep. He was so big, I tried to remember if his father was ever as big but I knew that he didn’t compare to my son’s big fat cock. His cock ripped into me so deep I felt as if it were going to enter into my cervix. I hissed with sheer pleasure as my cunt clenched and griped his meat hungrily. It would be so easy to bear down and shoot hot come all over his dick, yet I didn’t. I didn’t dare incur his wrath of not having permission.

My fuzzy brain suddenly realized that Masters cock had pulled out of me. I protested, waggling my ass like a bitch in heat. Again, begging this boy/Man, son, master. “Please please Master fuck me please”

With relief I felt his weight again on the bed and the tip of his pulsating cock brush against my cunt. With sudden shock I realized he was going to rape my ass. He had never done that before. I knew his meat was well lubed with the other juices from my cunt. I felt the head push against the tight ring of this nasty virgin hole. It hurt and I cried out. Struggling to pull my ass away, his powerful grasp on my hips held me fast. A white hot blinding pain burst through me as suddenly the thick head popped through the ring. Raw pain burning from my ass seemed to flood through my body. This couldn’t be happening. It hurt too much. I begged Him to stop. Desperate I used my ‘Mother tone”. “Stop it now!” I screamed. That only got me a swift stinging slap to my ass and laughter from my son. Who, I realized was no longer my son and me his mother, but I was what I had become slave to my master. His dick pushed hard and deep. I was sure my ass was going to rip into a million pieces. There was so much pain. With one final deep thrust He was completely buried in my nasty sheath.

I head Him groan in pleasure. ” God bitch, you have a nice fuckable ass” His cock slowly began to withdraw and this time mingled with pain was pleasure unlike anything I had ever experienced. I found myself rocking back to meet the next deep slow assault. The muscles of my ass still spasming and contracting over his veined meat. His motion beginning to quicken as he let the pleasure of fucking mommy slut’s asshole, take over. My cries loud and heated, I could feel His hairy balls slapping against my pussy. I wanted that come badly. I panted loudly, “Oh fuck yes. Fuck mommy’s nasty ass master. Fuck it good. Harder… harder, feed it your precious come. That’s a good boy. FUCK yes.. I screamed as I let loose unable to hold back. As I pushed down my ass swallowed His dick deeper. I shattered as I found my release just as master’s gifted come filled my ass.

After what seemed like forever I felt Him pull out his cock. The lights went on and around me I could see His friends watching. I was shamed but I did not care I realized. My master had used me, found pleasure in my body and that was all that mattered.

I do not know when I finally found permanent slumber. Through the rest of the night my body was used as a pleasure vessel for master and his friends. My body covered in sprays of cum, piss and beer, sticky and sore. Cum oozed from almost all orifices of my slutty body. I had drifted off to sleep and been awakened twice that I could remember. The last thing I remember before falling off to sleep as the sun began to rise was master, my son telling me how proud he was of his cum slut. His lips found mine and I fed from His eagerly. Right or wrong, it had to be right to be so complete.

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Abby ran as fast as her heels and knee-length skirt would allow, one arm wrapped around her bag, the other extended, reaching for the elevator. Her eyes pleaded for the doors to stay open long enough for her to slide her way in and narrowly make it to her first class on time. It had already taken her forever to find a parking space clear across campus. Finally in the right building (hopefully) she had four minutes to get to the right room, where she was due to teach her first college class. Ever.

“Hold it please!” she called out. “I’m coming!” She caught the eye of the guy standing closest to the front, who dropped his gaze back to his phone. He looked up again, annoyed, when the door stopped, blocked open by a pointed shoe. Only then did he reach out his own free hand to push the door open.

“Thanks,” Abby said flatly, her face flush. “Excuse me.” She squeezed her way through as the crowd in the car shifted like a single living thing. Abby gave her best shot a last minute groom in her blurred, metallic reflection in the elevator door: she brushed stray hairs from her damp brow, swept imaginary wrinkles from her blouse, tugged the bunches from her blazer, and spun her pearl necklace 360º. She wished the elevator had not been so full, adding to the morning’s warmth; if she’d wanted to walk into class with back sweat, she could’ve just taken the stairs. Instead, she was caught up in the heat of screens and screaming ear buds and open-mouth repartee.

“Smells like ass in here,” said a girl wearing a t-shirt adorned with a giant, smiling panda

“It always smells like ass in here,” replied the reluctant doorman. This earned a laugh from the Panda, and from a guy in the corner with a yellow ballcap over his eyes; he hadn’t laughed so much as said the word “Ha,” dragging out the “a” with his stoner droll.

“What did you end up getting in Calhoun’s class?” the Doorman asked the Panda.

“Omigod, a ‘B’!” she replied, indignant.

“Ugh, me too!” he said with outrage in his eyes. “Such bullshit.”

“Dude, right?” the Panda said, tracking the numbered lights above the door. “What’ve you heard about Whathisname right now? What is his name?”

“Boyle? Something?”

“You got Boyd right now?” a flannel-clad, bearded passenger chimed in.

“Boyd!” the Panda said, oblivious to Abby perking up at the sound of her name. “That’s right. Have you heard anything about him?”

“Nope,” the Beard said. “Probably some rando adjunct.”

“I know one thing,” the Doorman sang into his phone screen, “I’m not getting anything less than an A. He better know what’s up.”

“Haaaa,” the Ballcap added.

“Oh yeah?” the Panda laughed. “Is that a guarantee?”

“I’m serial!” the Doorman continued, “Shoooot, I got a schedule to keep and I need to get outta here on time.”

The doors opened on a groaning crowd forced to wait for the next car. As the doors closed, and Abby waited to ascend, the car made no movement, up or down.

Now what? Abby thought.

The lights and air cut off in one loud, industrial click, replaced with the low red glow of emergency lamps and the rabble of the other passengers, woken by this disruption. Abby, breaking from the others, exhaled in the relative dark, momentarily free from the pressure of being seen. It was a short respite, as the car came to life seconds later, to the commentary-filled relief of those around her.

The doors opened on Abby’s floor; several of the passengers spilled out. Abby herself stepped aside and slowed her stride, suddenly not in such a hurry to get to class.

2.

If any of the students had recognized Abby, they hadn’t said so, not aloud anyway, and certainly not to her. What they mouthed to one another while her back was turned, there was no telling. In addition to her elevator mates, other students trickled in, late and leisurely, while she copied on the whiteboard her name and the day’s agenda – struggling to remember both.

“Excuse me, Professor?” said a voice behind Abby that she immediately recognized. “Professor?”

“Oh!” Abby said, turning around. It was the first time she’d been called that, to her face anyway. “Yes?”

“Professor,” the Doorman continued, “Could you tell us how the grading is going to work in this course?”

“The grading?” she repeated, wiping her ink-tinged fingers together. “We’ll go over the grading in a little bit when we…”

“Because I need to get a good grade in this class,” the Doorman said.

“Yeah, me too,” the Panda added.

Abby smiled. “I’m sure everybody in here needs a good grade, Mr…” She retrieved a file of papers from her bag, and fumbled for the class roster.

“No but I really need a good grade,” he doubled down. “I have a schedule to keep and I need to do well to transfer on time.”

“I understand,” Abby said. “And we’ll get to all that…”

“Could you tell me what my grade is, like, right now?” the Doorman asked.

“Yeah!” the Panda added.

Abby blew pangaltı escort at a stray curl dangling in her face. “Um…” Finding the roster, she called off names that would take weeks to remember. All in attendance responded to their government names on cue, including the Doorman, one of four different “Michaels” or “Mikes” on the list. They all remained a blur of expectant eyes. Expecting what, exactly? Besides a good grade, that is.

“Issac?” Abby said.

“Here,” the Beard replied with a nod, arms crossed.

“Josephine?”

“Josie,” Panda answered, waving. “Here.”

“Michael Hernandez?”

“Hey,” said a sharply-dressed young man with a slicked-back pomp. He was good looking – almost very – and he knew it.

“Felicia?” Abby continued, squinting at the page, then back at the blur. “Is Felicia here?” The blur stared back, disinterested in her question.

“Excuse me,” a woman, probably in her sixties, called out from a seat by the window. “Miss Abby I got a question.”

Abby was surprised by her urge to correct the woman with “Professor Boyd, please” – an urge she resisted. “Yes, Ms…”

“Sister Aberdine Ford LeForge,” the woman replied. “Yes, my question is: You look young, girl.”

“Haaa,” Ballcap belted. Greg, was it? Gary?

Abby considered her outfit, smart and neat, common first-day fare at the midwestern prep school of her youth, painfully out of place in the SoCal classrooms of Mercer Community College. They weren’t trying to exude adulthood out here (especially the adults), and her attempt to do so made her look that much younger, a little girl wandering through her mother’s closet. “Well, that’s not really a question, Mrs. LeForge,” Abby offered.

“Sister, and I know that’s not a question!” Sis. LeForge spat, knocking Abby aback, her big blue eyes widening. “My question is: What are your qualifications to teach this course?”

Abby assumed “My college degrees?” was not the answer this woman wanted to hear (Right?). The fact that Abby’s best friend from high school was the department head, and had gotten her the job – in the 11th hour no less – was certainly not the answer this woman needed to hear. “Well I…”

“Because I ain’t ever seen you before,” Sis. LeForge continued in her husky drawl. “And I am paying good money for qualified instruction, and I don’t want any old someone off the street leading any of my classes. I thought Professor Hollis was teaching this course…”

“Ohh yeahhh…” Panda joined in, remembering.

“And the next thing I know,” Sis. LeForge continued, “I get an email telling me someone named ‘Boyd’ was taking it over. I don’t know you.”

“Yeah,” the Doorman added, followed others, suddenly stimulated by blood in the water.

Abby swallowed. She opened her mouth to quiet the rumbling, though she wasn’t sure exactly what she would say to do so. Luckily, the spotlight was not on her for long. The door opened, and stayed open, filling the classroom with the noise of hallway traffic. Her eyes followed a domino of gazes, from Michael A. to Michael Z., aimed at the girl propping open the door, holding a loud conversation in Spanish. She could be called small; her voice and her strident laughter seemed almost too big for her body. But she sported a substantial backside, and every few seconds she tugged at a wayward shirt collar strained by a full set of breasts.

Abby gradually found her voice. “Um… hello?” she said, waving. “Hi!”

The girl turned to Abby, rolled her eyes, then returned to her conversation. When she was done, she finally made her official entrance. She paused at Abby, looking her up and down.

“Hmm. You a boy?” the she asked Abby with a Spanish accent.

“Am I… Excuse me?” Abby asked with a nervous laugh.

The girl looked at her phone, and the whole room awaited the results of her investigation. “Are you Professor A. Boy?”

“Oh!” Abby said. She held her hand out, compelled to be hospitable. “Boyd. Abby Boyd.” She cleared her throat. “Professor Abby Boyd, yes.”

“Hmm,” the girl said. It was a sound of consideration and dismissal all at once.

Abby withdrew her hand and nervously returned to her class roster. “And you must be… Felicia?”

The girl rolled her eyes. “It’s pronounced Fe-li-ci-a. Not…” she slacked her jaw and dropped her voice, “Fuh-lee-sha.”

“H-ha,” Ballcap managed to add, fixed on Felicia’s jeans on the way to her seat.

3.

Abby made her way through the classroom, listening in on students pretending to discuss the reading. She’d handed out copies of an article, to the audible dismay of many (“Will this be on the midterm?” the Doorman had asked.) and asked them all to divide into pairs. She was sure several of the guys, and even a girl or two, had injured themselves, banging into one another’s rollable chair on their way to meet Felicia. In the end, Michael Hernandez – “Me llamo Miguel,” he’d smoothly introduced himself to her – had won pendik escort the coveted spot.

Abby tried to turn her attention to other pairs, few of whom convincingly tackled the task at hand. A few were brazen enough to hold text exchanges while their partners read solo. Others commiserated on the “utter bullshit” of past classes, rated the latest Lil’ So-and-So track, made predictions about the new Marvel movie, and fell into a general back-and-forth. As much as she tried to spread herself out, her ears and and eyes most often returned to the Latin duo of Felicia and Mich–…er, Miguel. Their palpable chemistry called for the increasingly low tones in which they spoke – leaning in ever closer, until they were almost whispering in one another’s ear. They spoke in Spanish, broken by the occasional “Shut up” and “You stupid” and “What-e-e-ver” from Felicia. She led with her chest (of course), arms folded, the desk pulling at her t-shirt. This time, though, she made no effort to cover herself, exposing a fair amount her bra. She didn’t appear to mind Miguel’s eyes dropping at every other word; if anything, she leaned in even closer. She cocked her eyebrow at him in perpetual skepticism, pursing her lips, only to break out into that laugh of hers. Miguel’s smile was almost prettier, making hushed proclamations.

Where would this encounter lead, Abby wondered. Something had to be done with that energy, after all. That was the thing about chemistry. Or was this a matter of physics?

Her mind wandered to her own recent tryst.

Calvin.

The near-anonymous mover who wound up in her pool, in her mouth, and finally in her bed, soaking her sheets. She thought about how hard she’d cum, clawing at the covers, waking to a strained throat from swallowing him and screaming his name; to thighs throbbing, appetite back, and, alas an empty bed. The mystery man had vanished just stelathly as he’d appeared. Like any woman, she’d been initially pissed at the sight of his ghosting, cursing him out loud to her empty condo. Though before long, memories of the night before took over, guiding the girations tangling the comforter between her legs. Her curses turned to moans, extending her stay in bed another 20 minutes. Better than a snooze button.

“Calvin,” she sang.

“Issac.”

Abby squinted the Beard into focus. He was staring back at her, waiting. For what? “I’m sorry?” she asked.

“You called me Calvin,” the Beard said. “But my name is Issac.”

Abby turned bright red. “I’m so sorry,” she said into her hand. “Issac. Of course.”

“See!” Sis. LeForge remarked from across the room. “How you ‘sposed to teach us if you don’t even know our names?”

The class suppressed a collective laugh, some better than others. They could just as well as have been laughing at Sis. LeForge and her Della-Reese-like bravado, but that didn’t matter to Abby just then. She kept her composure (There’s that prep school training, again.) but she felt herself grow hot, a dribble of sweat roll down her back again. She didn’t recall walking toward the door, but she found herself leaning on the handle nonetheless.

“Why don’t we take a 10 minute break,” she said, practically in the hallway already.

4.

Abby sat atop a closed toilet lid, twirling her pearls. The back of the stall door bore scratches from occupants past, initials mostly, from girls like her, craving privacy and praise all at the same time. Until now, Abby hadn’t realized how many letters of the alphabet relied on rounded parts, and how hard it was to achieve them with keys and coins alone.

She stood up, ready to head back, when she heard voices rounding the corner. She dropped back down; she never did like to be seen exiting a bathroom stall, even if she were just looking for a quiet place to sit (and there was no telling where her office was). She had enough trouble earning respect this morning.

“That new Lil’ So-and-So go hard though, right?” one voice said. Abby recognized it as the Panda’s.

“Yeah it do,” the other affirmed. “My boyfriend got me tickets to his show next month.”

Abby rolled her eyes. Felicia.

“Boyfriend?” the Panda asked a little too loudly, her voice echoing. “What about that hot piece of ass from class?” The two of them hovered around the sinks, zipping and unzipping bags, twisting plastic caps, brushing and applying and checking things twice.

“Who? Miguel?” Felicia asked. “Hmm. He know I got a boyfriend. I told him from the beginning.”

“He didn’t seem to mind, I guess,” the Panda said.

There was a pause, Felicia likely responding with a shrug or a knowing look. Abby was willing to bet that Felicia didn’t mind much either.

“Think me and him are gonna go grab a coffee right now, actually,” Felicia said.

“Right now?” the Panda asked. “What about Prof. Boyd?”

“Hmm. What about her?” Felicia said. “I see her.”

Abby panicked, but only for a moment. Her literalism, at times, rus escort kept her half a step behind.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting in trouble?” the Panda asked.

Yeah! Abby wondered herself, suddenly back in high school, playing lookout while the cool kids smoked in the girls room.

“With who? With ‘a boy’?” Felicia asked, almost offended. “Please, I don’t kiss nobody’s ass. And I’m not gonna start with hers. I know how to handle people like her, watch. It’s like this one time, right, I had this one professor who…”

But her voice trailed off as she and Panda made their exit, with Abby left to wonder just what it meant to be “handled.”

5.

Abby peeked inside the classroom. Everyone had returned by now, all except Felicia and Miguel, of course. Abby backed away from the door, and by the time she reached the elevator, she was still unsure about where she was going, exactly. What was she looking for, pushing the call button frantically? The two of them, of course, if she were honest with herself. But what would she do if she found them, stumbled upon them having “coffee” in a dark parking structure, or an unaccounted for classroom, suppressing hungry noises, their fingers tucked into each other’s garments.

Would she stop them? Reprimand them?

Would she watch?

Abby was developing some bad habits out west. And visiting some old ones, too.

Geez, Abby. Get a hold of yourself.

As she turned on her heel to head back to class, the elevator answered its call. She turned, and swallowed her first attempt at words. She fared better her next try, though they came out in a cracking, cautious whisper.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she said.

She was met with a smile. That smile. Those arms, stretched out, muscular and lean, propping that body up against the elevator wall. That chest heaving in that t-shirt. Those legs underneath those jeans. Abby felt it all again in her fingertips, a phantom fondle, her senses working in tandem; looking at him rekindled the scent and the taste, the sounds and the feel of the other night. That night.

Calvin caught the door as it began to close.

“You comin, Abby?” he asked, flashing that smile.

6.

They stood across from each other inside the car, Abby with her arms crossed, avoiding his eyes.

“You mad at me, huh,” Calvin said, more than asked.

“Gosh, why would I be mad?” Abby replied with a pout.

“Aww, c’mon now,” he said.

“What? I’m not mad,” she insisted. “I’m just in a hurry. I have a class to teach.”

“Yeah? Which floor?” he asked, nodding at the panel of unlit buttons.

“On the… on this floor,” she said blushing. “Excuse me.” She reached for the button that would open the door, but Calvin caught her hand first, interlocking her fingers with his own.

“Hold on, now,” he said smoothly.

Abby rolled her eyes to make her annoyance clear, though she made no attempt to release his hold.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” she asked.

“Well now,” Calvin shrugged. “Look like I’m here to see you.”

And when his other hand reached around her waist, it took little effort on his part to pull her in close. The feel of his whole body pressed into her back momentarily took her breath away. He brought her hand up to his freshly shaven face. He led her down his jawline, chin and neck. Their first physical encounter the other night had started, more or less, at the finish line. And so they’d skipped that middle stretch, the exploration, hands traversing over-the-clothes, eyes closed, caught up in the prospect of what could be found. Such an aphrodisiac, discovery.

“We… we can’t,” Abby said, her hand freely rounding Calvin’s belt, his own hands underneath her blazer, fingers creeping in between blouse buttons. “Not here… I…”

“What is it, baby?” Calvin hummed in her ear.

“I… I can’t…” Abby managed weakly, her thumb tracing the teeth of the zipper on his jeans.

“What can’t you do, baby?” That accent. The way he said “can” like “cane,” like sugar, sweet and raw. He pulled at her shirt, so neatly tucked into her skirt. “You let me handle it.”

Abby opened her eyes, fully aware of the waking world, even as Calvin tried to draw her back into that delicious sleep. She shook herself free of his grip, punched a button on the panel, and stomped to the other side of the elevator. The car jutted to motion, headed, apparently, to the ground floor.

“Shoot,” Abby said, straightening her blouse. “Could you…?”

Calvin hit the button for the floor they’d just left, though they continued to descend. He gave her a hungry look, watching her fix herself.

“What?” Abby said.

“So you are mad,” Calvin, said, still with that smile on his face.

Abby cut him a look, but offered no verbal response.

“Hey,” he said.

“I don’t have time for this,” she said. “I have to get back.” She again pushed the button for her floor, as though this would convince the machine to reverse course, mid-trip.

“Abby,” Calvin said, reaching for her hand. But no go this time.

“Don’t,” she said, pulling away. “I don’t want you to…”

“‘To’ what?” he said with a smirk. “Touch you?”

“I don’t want you to… to ‘handle’ me.”

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Joe signed up at the Community College to take electrical classes. To pay his way he found a job unloading trucks at a warehouse. I didn’t charge him rent at first, so he saved his pay and bought a motor-cycle. Once he had transportation, he started contributing to the rent. It was a relief to have someone to help with the bills.

Joe was a healthy kid, he didn’t drink or smoke or do drugs. He ran early in the morning and he bought a collection of free weights and a pull-up bar that he installed in his door frame. After six weeks of him working out daily, I noticed a difference, especially in his arms and shoulders. I always hugged him when I left for work and when I came home. I liked to feel his strong arms around me. I have lived in apartment complexes for years as a single woman. It felt good to have a man in my home.

I found out what a good protector Joe was when one Friday night I wanted to go out for a beer. Joe agreed to escort me even though he doesn’t drink. It was a warm night so we took his motorcycle and rode over to Kennedy’s Pub. All the tables were taken, so Joe and I sat on stools, propping up the bar. Joe drank Ginger Ale while I had two Coors Lites. There were some guys at the pool table that kept eyeing me. I ignored them, but when Joe went to the bathroom one guy came up to the bar and stood a little too close while he ordered his drink.

“You need a refill?” he asked me, “Looks like boyfriend ain’t old enough to buy a real drink.”

“I’m good thanks,” I said, without smiling.

He put his face closer and I could see the hairs in his nose and smell his whiskey breath. His eyes were trying to hold mine, but I turned my head.

“You’re kind of up in my space,” I said. “Could you step back?”

“I thought we might get a little closer,” he said, looking down my shirt. He put his arm around me, winking at his pool-table buddies.

I was about to tell him to take a hike when Joe appeared. He walked right up and asked,

“Is this a friend of yours?

“No,” I said, “I never met him before in my life.”

“Ok sir,” Joe said quietly, “We were having a private conversation, do you mind?”

“Do I mind? Hell no. What I mind is some junior mint getting in my business. You kiss my ass son.”

Without another word, Joe unhooked the guy’s arm from my neck, put the flat of his hand in the middle of his chest and shoved him hard across the room. The dude lost his balance and sprawled across the pool table, scattering balls. A beer smashed on the floor and then a biker-looking dude grabbed the guy off the table and dragged him across the room to the door.

“You’re drunk, asshole,” he said, “You spilled my drink. Get out of here before I give you a Friday Night Special Free Ass Whooping.”

The guy looked back at Joe with angry bloodshot eyes and pointed his finger.

“I know who you are motherfucker!” he yelled as he was shoved out the door.

“Yeah, yeah,” the biker said, turning to Joe and spreading his hands in a “what can you do?” gesture. “You done it now buddy,” he said to Joe, gesturing with his thumb to the departing drunk. Then he laughed. “Fuck it man, what a dick.”

I slid off the bar stool and put my arms around Joe’s neck. Now the drama was over, I felt the adrenaline rush in my belly. My nipples were hard and my panties were damp. I can’t help it, fights always have that effect on me. Maybe it’s all the testosterone. Joe’s dad once beat up a guy who knocked me over at a dance. He was a big guy, out of his mind on coke, running round the dance-floor. He knocked me flying and just kept going. Frank tackled him from behind, put him on the floor and kicked the crap out of him.

On the drive home, Frank had a busted lip and a bruise on his face and that put me over the edge. There’s just something about a guy who has been in a fight, especially when he’s fighting for you. Frank was so pumped that he ripped my dress right off me and we fucked for hours all over the house.

The scene at Kennedy’s bar felt like déjà vu all over again. Here’s Frank’s son, protecting me just like his daddy did. I pressed my body against Joe and looked in his eyes. “You took care of business,” I told him. “It feels good to have a real man by my side.”

Joe smiled and tried to make out like it was nothing, but I could halkalı escort tell by the bulge in his pants that he was feeling what I was feeling.

“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered. “Take me home.”

Joe had parked his bike in back and he told me to wait at the front door. I waited for a few minutes, all excited to get on the bike. Then I heard raised voices. Had the guy waited for Joe? I ran around back. Sure enough, he and another asshole had Joe backed up against a wall.

“You think I was going to leave it at that? Shit, son I eat fuckers like you and spit ’em out.” The guy who fell on the pool table was talking big. His dimwit friend stood there with his hands on his hips trying to look tough.

“You leave him alone,” I yelled at them, “leave us be you fucking losers!”

“Yeah bitch? I’ll show you who’s a fucking loser,” he said and he kicked Joe in the balls.

The other guy hit Joe on the side of the face and right then, Joe seemed to come alive.

He grabbed blood-shot-eyes by the shoulders and head-butted him so hard that the guy sank to his knees with blood pouring from his nose. Joe pivoted and punched the sidekick in his fat gut. Joe looked relaxed, like he was taking out the trash. He hit the guy three times and threw him back against the wall.

“Get your friend and get out of here before you really get hurt,” Joe said.

The two guys dragged themselves over to a green Dodge truck and peeled rubber out of the parking lot, cussing us out the whole time.

Joe looked at me, “Jeez,” he said, “Do you always have that effect on guys?”

I laughed. “Get your bike wise-ass,” I said, “We are out of here.”

On the ride home I held Joe tight and then suddenly I was sobbing uncontrollably.

“What’s wrong?” he yelled.

“I’m fine,” I yelled in his ear, “The excitement got to me. Keep your eyes on the road.”

Confused feelings washed over me like the wind. Joe made me feel young and free, like a teenage girl, wild and reckless and ready for anything. Joe was a hot guy. If I was eighteen and he was my boyfriend I’d be fucking him night and day. But I was thirty six and he wasn’t my boyfriend, he was my son. What could I do? He lived with me and I couldn’t kick him out, his dad had just died! I was so mixed up. To make matters worse, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about what might happen that night when we got home.

Right away, I took Joe in the bathroom and examined his face. He had a yellowish bruise by his eye. I took cotton balls and disinfectant and cleaned the bruise. As he sat on the toilet to let me work on his face, he groaned and touched his crotch.

“What’s wrong?” I said, “Is that where he kicked you? You have got to let me see, Joe.”

“It’s ok,” he mumbled, “It’s nothing.”

“That guy kicked you in the groin Joe, you could really be injured. Take off your pants and let me look. We might have to go to Urgent Care.”

Joe unzipped his jeans and painfully pushed them down. There was a big bruise on his inner thigh.

“Is that what’s hurting or is there something else?” I asked him.

He touched his jockeys. “It hurts in here too,” he said, “that guy nailed me.”

“Asshole!” I yelled, balling my fists. I was furious with the guy, but I was more scared that Joe might be hurt. Why did I take him to a fucking bar?

“Let me see,” I said, “Please Joe, no kidding, I need to be sure you’re ok.”

Joe stood up and eased his jockeys down his thighs. There was a big red mark at the base of his penis and the area around his scrotum looked bruised.

“Oh man,” I said, “that must hurt like hell. Can I touch it? I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Ok,” Joe said, “just go easy.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “but let’s go in my room, it’s too cramped in here.”

We crossed the hallway and I put all the lights on in my room.

“Ok stand still and let me look,” I said. I got on my knees and gently lifted his penis. I turned it in my hand and examined it carefully. There was an abrasion on the delicate skin. Then I took Joe’s delicate nut-sack in my hand and looked at it all over. There was some bruising on the under side and more red marks at the top of his thighs.

“Are your balls tender?” I asked him.

“Oh yeah,” he said, with a smile, harbiye escort “You know that’s right ma’am.”

“I don’t mean like that you jerk, I mean are they hurting you? Do we need to have you examined?’

“No mom, it’s just a kick in the balls,” he said, “No big deal. I’ll be fine, but yeah I am pretty tender right now.”

“Let me rub some cream on this,” I said, “I have some really good cream.”

I took a jar off my dresser and gently applied it to the abrasion on Joe’s shaft. As I gently caressed Joe’s shaft, he developed a giant hard-on.

“Down boy,” I giggled, “you shouldn’t be getting so excited, but I’m glad to see everything’s working ok.”

I couldn’t help it. Being on my knees, touching his hard cock was making me hot and bothered. I wanted to suck him dry, but I didn’t want to hurt him.

“What else can I do for you?” I asked.

“Mom, I really need to get my erection down. It’s hurting but I know it won’t go down on it’s own. My adrenaline is pumping and I’m all charged up. Can you help me have an orgasm so I can sleep?”

Joe looked at me with his deep green eyes and my heart melted.

“Should I stroke it?” I said. I knew what the answer would be, but I wanted him to say it.

“It’s kind of tender to stroke it,” he said, “could you use your mouth?”

“Sure I can,” I smiled. “It will be soothing on your skin. They say saliva heals wounds.”

I gently took his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue all over his shaft to get plenty of healing saliva on him. Joe held me by my hair and moaned as I sucked him. Usually he came pretty fast, but not this time..

“I know this is uncomfortable, is there something else I can do to help you to cum faster?” I said.

“I don’t know,” he said, “Maybe if you undress?”

“I can do that,” I said.

I was so excited that he wanted me to strip for him. I pulled off my tee shirt and undid my bra. Then I took off my shorts and stood there in just my boots and lacy panties.

“Ok?” I asked.

“Ooh yes,” he said, stroking his big cock as he looked at my breasts. “But please take off your panties too.”

I had gone too far to refuse him, so I slid them off.

“Can I look?” he asked.

“Ok,” I said, “but I want to make you cum so you can rest”

He got down on his knees and put his face between my thighs. I was so aroused I could barely think. For a few minutes he knelt there. I felt his hot breath on my lips as he inhaled my scent. Then he kissed my swollen, dripping lips. It was the first time he had touched my pussy! I felt so dizzy. I almost passed out with pleasure. He kissed me again, gently and long, and I closed my eyes, running my fingers through his hair. I was in heaven.

“Your lips feel so good,” I said, “if you do that any more I promise I will cum.”

“That’s what I want,” he said, “I dream about feeling you cum.”

“Please kiss me again,” I said, “You have me so close it will only take a minute.”

He kissed my lips and my swollen pussy opened up. Deep waves of electric pleasure radiated out from my clit and I came like I have never cum before. A big spurt of juice squirted on his precious lips and he licked and sipped my drenched pussy.

“Oh my God!” I said, “You are so bad. That was amazing Joe.”

He stood up and pulled off his tee shirt. Then he held me against him. It felt so good to be naked in his arms. His big throbbing cock was pressed against my belly. I so wanted to feel it inside me, but I couldn’t cross that line. I remembered I was supposed to be giving him relief so he could get to sleep.

“Ok,” I said, “Sit on the bed and let me help you.”

He picked up my soaking panties off the floor.

“Can I use these?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said, “If they help you.”

Joe held my lacey beige panties to his face and sniffed the wet crotch. I had been dripping since the bar fight and the scent of hot pussy gets a man off better than anything. Frank would rub my pussy-juice on my nipples and sniff my tits to cum extra hard. Seeing Joe breathe my scent off my panties made my clit tingle. I wished he would pick me up, throw me on the bed, spread my legs and mount me, just take it. It was his, but I wouldn’t be the one to offer it to him. He had to take it for himself ikitelli escort and I could even struggle a bit.

Instead, I licked his shaft and sucked his head while he breathed my perfume. His cock tasted nice and he was dripping salty drops on my tongue, so I knew he was getting close. Then he groaned and I tasted a big jet of cum, then another and another. My mouth filled up and I choked so I let him slide out and held him in my hand. He kept jetting in my face, nearly blinding me so I aimed his cock down and he shot long squirts of thick white cum on my breasts. He came more than I had ever seen a guy cum. His eyes were closed and he had his face turned up to the ceiling like he was in ecstasy. I felt so good that I could give him these feelings.

When Joe stopped, he lay back on my bed and passed out. He must have been so jacked up and then it all came down on him. He was exhausted. His cute face was so fresh and innocent. I kissed the bruise by his eye and gently removed his jeans and jockeys. He was naked and such a beautiful guy. I looked at him for a long moment. Then I pulled the sheet up over him. My Joe! I loved him so much.

I went in the bathroom and showere, without wetting my hair. Then I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. I wondered if I should sleep in Joe’s room and give him some peace. But I thought, what if something’s wrong and he wakes up in the middle of the night and needs me? I should be there.

I shaved my legs and my mound and dried myself off. I was so tired I wasn’t thinking straight. I just got in bed with nothing on. I knew I should put on a night dress, but I was too tired. I closed my eyes but I kept feeling Joe’s warmth. His body was hot. I ran my cold hands over his back and held his forehead to see if he was running a fever. It didn’t feel like it, but he was hot. I pressed my cool body against him and kissed his neck. I wondered if his groin was ok and gently slid my hand down to see if I could feel anything.

Soon I had his big thing in my hand. He had only cum once, so he would probably be hard all night. I wondered what he was dreaming about. Gently I squeezed his thick shaft. Then I smelled my hand. It smelled of cum and manhood and raw sex. God he had messed those guys up! I loved the way he beat them down like it was nothing. Thinking about it made me horny again.

I let go Joe’s cock and lay on my back, touching myself, trying not to disturb Joe. Or would he like to watch me masturbating? No! He needed to sleep. I should cum quick so I could stop fantasizing and go to sleep. But I was so horny!

I carefully pulled Joe over and he turned in his sleep. Now he was facing me. I slid closer and touched his big cock. The head was all sticky as I rubbed my clit with it. Then I glued my outer lips to the sticky shaft and slid up and down on it. I felt like a teenage girl playing with my sleeping boyfriend’s cock, making myself so horny that I would have to slide it between my lips and ride him until he came. But I promised myself I wouldn’t make the first move!

I couldn’t help it! I slid his head between my lips and sighed in ecstasy as it filled my opening. I closed my eyes and let the sensations rush through me. I wished I could stay like this forever, with his stiff head in my entrance. I eased him out. His head was all slippery with my juice and I rubbed it on my swollen clit. I came with a painful intensity. Then I slid his head back in my entrance and squeezed while I rubbed my stiff clit to another huge orgasm. I soaked Joe’s cock and then I felt him moving in me.

He put his hands on my hips and mounted me as I had dreamed for weeks that he would. He spread my thighs and thrust deep inside me.

“No you mustn’t!” I said as I opened all the way to his invading cock.

“I need it,” he moaned.

He possessed me like a man should, using me for his pleasure. I pushed my tits in his face and he sucked my nipples. He pulled my ass cheeks open and slid his finger deep in my ass as he fucked me. I wanted him to use all my holes. He was so masterful that I had multiple spontaneous orgasms and squirted juice all over the bed. Then I felt his spasms. He was shooting his thick cum in me, marking me with his scent, filling my womb with his juice. I sank my nails in his back and he bit and sucked my neck, giving me hickeys. I groaned in pleasure. I wanted his marks on my body so bitches could see I had a man who owned my pussy. For a moment he lay still and then he was riding me again, fucking my wanton cunt, fingering my ass, making me his slut, his whore, his mother fucking slave at last.

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“We don’t share our men!” Sharon said to Willy.

Willy had just made a joke, saying that Sharon and her sister Rose looked so much alike, if he were to come over to their house in the dark he would have to kiss both of them to figure out who was who.

“We don’t share our men!” Rose said, when Willy told her about the joke.

They both were right, they never shared their men. Until they did.

—

Willy and Utah had met while in college at a university in Virginia. They were both assigned to the same dorm as freshmen and struck up a friendship almost immediately. They both possessed the same twisted sense of humor and were both musicians and loved the same kinds of music. They roomed together for the whole four years and actually graduated together, on time.

Willy was a journalism major and Utah studied computer science, but it was the music that bonded them first and foremost. Willy played guitar and bass and Utah played keyboards and they sang and jammed together the very first night they met, and haven’t stopped since. They knew many of the same tunes and wrote some of their own and could improvise together and play off of one another as if they’d been playing together for years. It was instant karma. It didn’t take long before they started hustling gigs on and off campus for extra money.

Utah was not his real name; his real name was Ron, and that’s what everybody called him at first. He was from New Orleans, and grew up on jazz and blues. But one night a bunch of guys from the dorm were in the lounge watching an NBA game on TV, Washington versus Utah. The guys were drinking heavily and then one of them found out that Ron was from New Orleans, and didn’t the Utah Jazz used to be the New Orleans Jazz way back when before they moved to Utah? Everybody roared, yep, that’s right, and everybody started calling him Utah after that, and the nickname had stuck. For the next four years he was introduced as Utah and many people he knew never even learned his real name.

In addition to having an incredible talent and aptitude for computers and music, Utah was a human encyclopedia of music trivia, especially rock and roll. There were several bars near campus that featured deejays playing music and they would hold trivia contests where the correct answers earned free beer. The guys would go to these trivia nights and Utah would know every single answer and they’d drink all night for free. It didn’t take long before Utah was banned from the contests. But then he would just whisper the answers to his buddies and they would all take turns giving the correct answers and get the free drinks. Eventually Utah and anybody who knew him him were banned.

After college Willy and Utah continued playing music as a duo in restaurants, bars and clubs, and it provided a nice second income for both of them. Utah worked as a computer programmer in the city while Willy worked for a magazine in a town about an hour away. Being in two different towns gave them opportunities to book gigs over a wide area and be a little choosy about where they played, and they wouldn’t have to play the same places too often. They liked their jobs, but they liked playing music evenings and weekends even better. The money was good and the fringe benefits were great: the women.

After a few years Utah got married and had kids, and Willy had drifted in and out of a couple extended relationships, so they had limited their gigs mostly to weekends. They were still gigging when they were in their late twenties.

One Saturday night they were playing at a place called Murph’s, a pub in a small town about a fifteen minute drive from Willy’s house. Willy had met the owner during his travels for his day job and had managed to book the gig. It was a small room with a long L-shaped bar covering two entire walls, a few tables, an area cleared for dancing and a tiny stage barely big enough for the two of them.

It had been raining when they were setting up but then the weather turned worse, with the rain pouring in torrents and scattered thunder and lightning. There were only seven or eight people in the joint and they weren’t leaving and no one new was coming in. Willy and Utah played as they usually did and made wise cracks in between songs, joking about the weather and the crowd.

At the end of the bar closest to the stage were two young ladies who were enjoying the show. Willy was the wittier one on stage and he noticed that they laughed at all his jokes. Especially the slim brunette.

They walked over and talked to them during their first break. Their names were Sharon and Kim. Utah was married so he was just being friendly to Kim, and they exchanged business cards, but Willy was very attracted to Sharon.

Sharon had a model’s body, long and lean, with long dark, teased hair and big brown eyes, a look Willy had always been attracted to. She was dressed completely in black, from her boots to her jeans to her skin-tight sweater. Her tits were modest, her ass was fine, and her nose was on the large side and a bit crooked, maltepe escort but Willy thought that just made her more interesting. She sat on the bar stool with her legs apart and as Willy played he stared at her delicious crotch from the stage.

Willy started talking to them from the stage, including them in his banter, and they laughed along. He sent them a round of drinks. During one of Utah’s solo numbers he sat next to Sharon at the bar and they chatted as they listened. He spent his next break talking to her as well.

Sharon was friendly, but coy. She had a shy smile and a good sense of humor but was not extremely talkative, not quick to open up. She often answered questions with questions. But Willy did find out that she was twenty-five, had grown up on a nearby farm, was a college graduate and a registered nurse. She worked full time as a school nurse, and part time as a home health nurse.

Sometime during their last set the rain had stopped. Willy had gone to the restroom and then to the office to talk to the owner. When he returned to the bar Sharon and Kim were gone.

‘Shit’, Willy said to himself. He hadn’t gotten Sharon’s phone number. And he didn’t even know her last name.

—

About an hour later Willy and Utah were chilling in Willy’s living room drinking beer and listening to music. They talked about the gig, the lousy crowd and the two girls, and Willy lamented about missing the chance to get Sharon’s phone number.

They were listening to a mix of classic blues-rock songs from the sixties and seventies when ‘On The Road Again’ by Canned Heat came out of the speakers. Just a week or so before Willy had been reading a rock and roll book he had on his shelf right there in his living room and had learned a small fact of trivia that he’d never known before.

“You know something that I never knew until recently, Utah?” Willy said. “That ‘On The Road Again’ was a top forty hit for Canned Heat before ‘Going Up The Country’.

“No, it wasn’t,” Utah said, after a short period of thought.

“Yes, it was,” Willy said, correcting him. “‘Going Up The Country’ was the bigger hit of the two, but ‘On The Road Again’ actually came out a couple months earlier in 1968.”

There was a silence between them for a moment as they listened to the song.

“No, it didn’t,” Utah finally said.

“Yes, it did. I was surprised to learn it too, but it’s true.”

“No, it didn’t,” Utah said again.

This surprised Willy. Utah was the undisputed king of rock and roll trivia. Did he really think he would challenge him if he didn’t know he was right?

“Wanna bet?” Willy said.

“Sure.”

“How much?” Their pockets were full of cash from the gig.

“A hundred dollars,” Utah said.

“Okay, let’s get this straight,” Willy said. “You are betting me one hundred dollars that ‘Going Up The Country’ was a a top forty hit for Canned Heat BEFORE ‘On The Road Again’. And I am saying the opposite, that ‘Going Up The Country’ was a top forty hit AFTER ‘On The Road Again’. Right?”

“Right.”

“Okay, Utah, you are the trivia guru. The Big Cheese, The Big Kahuna, The Top Dog, The Top of the Heap, The Pick of the Pack, The Cream of the Crop, The Swami, The King. Before I take your money, you must know that I would never bet against you on trivia unless I knew I was right, right?”

“Right.”

“You still wanna bet?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

Willy got up off the sofa and walked over to the bookcase not ten feet away. He picked up a book from the bottom shelf. It was an old, dogeared paperback titled ‘The Billboard Book of Top Forty Hits’. He opened the book and found what he was looking for on page 72. There it was in black and white: ‘On The Road Again’ debuted in the Top Forty in September 1968, and ‘Going Up The Country’ debuted in December later that year.

“Read ’em and weep,” Willy said, as he handed the book to Utah.

Utah’s eyes grew into round blue saucers as he stared at the page like a rabbit in the headlights. He couldn’t believe it. He kept staring at the book with a confused look on his face.

“I warned you, Utah,” Willy finally said.

“I need another beer,” Utah said, and got up and walked to the kitchen.

“Get me one too, will ya?” Willy said.

Utah returned with the beers and handed one to Willy. He sat back down with a plop and popped the top on his can.

“Hey, Utah, let me ask you a question. That girl we met tonight, Kim. You got her business card, right?”

“Yeah, I got it,” he said.

“Okay, good,” Willy said. “Tell you what. Call Kim on Monday and get Sharon’s phone number from her for me. You do that for me and we’ll call it even.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. I was going to ask her for her number but they left before I got around to it. You can help me out.”

“Really? You saying that if I get you the number then I don’t have to pay you the hundred?”

“Yes. That’s what I’m saying.”

“Okay, it’s a deal. But what if she mecidiyeköy escort won’t give it to me?”

“Then at least get her last name so I can look her up. Turn on the charm.”

“Okay. But I’m not betting anymore tonight.”

“Me neither.”

—

Utah came through. He called Willy on Monday night and gave him Sharon’s number.

“Kim said Sharon likes you, Bro,” Utah said. “She said they were going to come to another gig anyway. Looks like you wasted a hundred bucks!”

“Nah, money well-spent,” Willy laughed. He thanked him and they hung up.

Willy was glad to get Sharon’s number, but he was also glad for another reason. He didn’t really want to take Utah’s money; he had a wife and two kids at home and could use the extra dough.

—

Willy called Sharon on Tuesday night. She picked right up. He asked if Sharon was home. She said this is Sharon. He asked if she knew who it was calling. She said she thought so. He said this is Willy. She said she knew that, Kim told her to expect his call. He said he wanted to ask for her number Saturday night but she got away. She said you weren’t quick enough, once it stopped raining we made a run for it. Well, I have your number now, he said. She said, I know you do. He asked if she was happy he had her number, and she said yes, she was glad he had it.

“Kim said your friend Utah called her for you. Why didn’t you call her yourself?” Sharon asked.

“Well, Utah had talked to Kim more, I was interested in you. And he had kept her business card. And, it’s kind of a funny story…”

He told her about the trivia bet, and how he had won the bet, and how Utah was the trivia buff, not him.

“So, I won a hundred dollars, and Utah had set the amount, and I tried to let him out of it but he insisted,” Willy continued. “And I really didn’t want to take his money because he’s a great friend and has a family to support, so I told him if he called Kim and got your number for me we would call it even.”

“That was very thoughtful of you,” she said.

“Yes, it was, I’m a thoughtful guy, an incredible guy in fact, thanks for noticing. And very modest too.”

Sharon laughed. He loved her laugh. Shy but sincere.

“Sharon, I really enjoyed talking to you the other night and would like to do more of that. I’d like to ask you out. And since your phone number cost me a hundred bucks, I was hoping you’d say yes.”

Sharon burst out laughing and almost couldn’t stop.

She said yes. They talked for nearly an hour and made plans to go to dinner Thursday night.

—

Sharon lived on the family farm in a two bedroom bungalow she shared with her sister Rose. It used to house farm workers but the sisters had lived there together since graduating from college.

Sharon didn’t want Willy to pick her up at home, and he was glad about that because the farm was way out in the boonies and in the opposite direction from where he was planning to take her for dinner. She was reluctant to meet him at his house…she was raised to be cautious…but then agreed. Willy convinced her that his house was in a nice neighborhood and located in the middle of a safe no-axe murderer zone.

So Sharon came to his house for that first date, right on time and she looked great, as expected. Willy had said the dress was casual, and he had on a pair of Dockers and a print shirt, but Sharon was dressed simply but magnificently. She wore a blue sleeveless jumpsuit with a zipper down the front to her navel and blue pumps. It showed off her crotch and butt in a subtle way and Willy thought it was sexy as hell. She had a minimal touch of eye makeup and her lipstick and nail polish matched her brown eyes and hair, which flowed loosely down her back.

“You look great!” he said.

“Thanks, so do you,” she said, and smiled.

He also realized for the first time how tall Sharon was. She’d been seated on a stool at the bar when they’d met so it came as a surprise.

“Damn, you’re tall! What are you, five-eight, five-nine?”

“Five-ten,” she said. “Is that too tall for you?”

“Hell, no, it’s just right,” he said. “I’m six feet tall and my last girlfriend was five-three. I’m tired of dating midgets.”

Sharon burst out laughing and the ice was broken. It was a half-hour drive to the restaurant. Willy had planned it that way so they would have some time to talk and get acquainted. She had seemed quiet and shy when they met, so he wanted to give her time to relax and get comfortable so their dinner would be enjoyable without being awkward or forced.

It seemed to work out perfectly. Willy found out that when Sharon got comfortable she was not necessarily quiet or shy anymore, but had a lot to say and could talk up a blue streak. They had a drink at the bar before they were seated at their table. The conversation flowed throughout dinner and they shared many laughs. He could feel eyes on them when they left the restaurant that night.

Sharon talked almost the whole drive back nişantaşı escort to the house. She answered every question and Willy learned a lot about her. She lived with her sister Rose, who was a year younger, in a little house on the farm. The house was only about seventy-five yards from the house they grew up in, where their parents still lived, and they were talking about finding their own place. Too close for comfort, she said. She also had an older sister and an older brother, both married. She worked days as a school nurse for ten months of the year, and made house calls as a home health nurse part-time during the school year and full-time in the summer. She liked running, tennis and music, and had enjoyed the Willy and Utah show the other night.

By the time they pulled into Willy’s driveway Sharon already knew she wanted to fuck him, and she could tell he wanted to fuck her, but when he asked if she wanted to come inside for a few minutes she politely demurred. She said she had had a lovely time but she had an early morning meeting with her supervisor, and with a chuckle added that Rose would probably be waiting up for a full report.

Willy was relieved. He wanted her but this way temptation wouldn’t get the best of him and he wouldn’t blunder into a mistake of too much too soon and possibly ruin things. So they said goodnight with their lips and tongues. They made plans for a second date and Willy’s dick felt like a fence post when he walked into his house.

—

After their third date the kisses goodbye were getting longer and more intense. Neither said it, but they both knew they would end up in the sack the next time.

Willy had a Saturday night gig scheduled at a nearby yacht club. They would be playing in the lounge after the club held their annual installation of officers in the adjacent meeting hall. He said it was usually a fun gig, all the sailors and their wives and girlfriends and concubines got drunk and partied and tipped really well. He invited Sharon to come and bring a friend, he would get them passes.

“What’s the dress code?” she asked.

“Come as you are. You always look fabulous. But you better not wear that blue jumpsuit. I may not be able to control myself. I might have to unzip the damn thing.”

When the night came the weather was beautiful so the big glass doors of the lounge were wide open and the guys were set up outside on the covered deck. They were nearing the end of their first set when the girls showed up. Willy saw Kim first, walking toward them. Then he saw Sharon behind her, tall and elegant. And she was wearing the blue jumpsuit.

Willy pointed to a table to the right of the stage that he’d reserved for them. They were quickly waited on. Their drinks were arriving when Willy joined them at the table. He kissed Sharon and said hello to Kim.

“You are pretty brave to wear that jumpsuit,” he said to Sharon. “I might not be able to behave myself.”

“Oh, well,” she said with a sly smile, shrugged, and glanced at Kim, who had a grin on her face.

The gig was a real party. The club members were all buzzed, singing and dancing and generally raising hell. Kim found herself a sailor to flirt with and was soon dancing up a storm.

Over the course of the evening Willy noticed that the zipper on the front of Sharon’s jumpsuit was inching its way down. It was open down to her tits. Her tits were not large, so there was little cleavage. There was also no bra.

“Want to come over to my house after the gig?” Willy asked her.

“Yes,” Sharon said, and squeezed his hand tightly.

Willy was glad to learn that Kim and Sharon had planned ahead and brought two cars. After he had loaded his gear, Sharon followed him out of the lot. Kim’s car was still there. She was out partying on one of the yachts.

—

Willy pulled into his driveway, Sharon right behind. He locked the car and didn’t even bother to unpack his equipment. They walked up onto the breezeway between the garage and house and into the kitchen. He never used his front door.

Standing closely at the counter, Willy asked Sharon if she wanted something to drink. She said no, she was fine. Willy poured a glass of water and took a couple gulps.

“You know I’ve been undressing you with my eyes all night,” he said.

He inched closer and put his arms around her. Her brown eyes were big and round and stared into his.

“Maybe you should do it for real,” she said with a catch in her voice.

He put his mouth to hers and her lips parted instantly, welcoming his tongue into her mouth. Her arms went around him and they hugged tightly as they kissed deep and hard. They had made out heavily at the end of their last date and Sharon had felt Willy’s hands on her breasts and against her clammy crotch and she had held his hardened cock through the cotton of his pants. She’d wanted him then and almost succumbed, but Willy didn’t force things so neither did she. But she’d known that this would be the night, it was time to get horizontal with her new lover, and get her brains screwed out in the process.

Willy led her by the hand through the dining room and down the hall and into his bedroom. He flipped on a lamp to its dimmest setting and turned to face her. He ran his fingers gently through her hair and along her jaws and neck and shoulders.

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Lucas knew he was at the wrong apartment the moment she opened the door. He was standing in the breezeway, responding to a disturbance call, and he couldn’t tell where the noise was coming from. He thought the call had come in about apartment 2B, but looking at the sleepy, disheveled young woman in front of him, he figured that was wrong.

“Look, I’m sorry to bother you…” he started, clearing his throat awkwardly. The woman wore a short green silk robe that left a long length of pale leg bare and that was belted so loosely he could see the swells of her pale breasts. Surprisingly dark green eyes met his as sleep cleared.

“2D,” she said, her voice still rough from sleep. He felt his groin tighten at the sexy purr. She shifted and the robe slid down one shoulder, baring pale skin down almost to her nipple.

“What?” He wasn’t paying any attention to her words – his thoughts focused on how that soft skin would taste, on how it would be to hear her moan his name. He couldn’t help wondering if there was a sexy pair of panties under that robe or if she slept nude. He couldn’t help wishing he could find out.

“The party’s in 2D,” she repeated, tugging the robe together a little more as she realized what he was staring at. “Every Saturday. 2D. Mrs. Murphy always calls the cops at 10:31 precisely.” The city noise ordinance went into effect each night at 10:30pm.

“Sorry, again,” he muttered, blushing as he took a step back. She gave him a small smile and stepped back into the apartment, closing the door silently. Lucas went across to 2D to talk to the partiers.

—————————

It was late Tuesday afternoon and the sun was hot on the road. Lucas got out of the patrol car, pulling out his ticket book as he walked up to the small silver Accord he’d just pulled for speeding. He stopped at the driver’s window, hearing the purr of the electric motor as it lowered. Then he looked into a pair of familiar green eyes. His cock hardened with the memory.

“Hey,” she blushed, recognizing him. Today she wore a tight t-shirt and denim shorts, those gorgeous legs bare again.

“You were going 43mph in a 35mph zone,” he managed, his mind creating all sorts of images. Her bare breasts in his hands. Her mouth on his hard cock. Her bare ass pressed to his abs as her pussy squeezed his cock. He didn’t even have to touch her to know she’d be hot. He shook his head, struggling to keep his mind out of the gutter. This instant attraction was unusual, but not totally unwelcome.

“Oops,” she winced, “I wasn’t paying attention.” She pulled her purse into her lap and started digging through it, finally pulling out a wallet. She pulled out a license and handed it to him.

Lucas took the card blindly, clipping it at the top of his book and staring at it as he tried to focus. He copied her information onto the top page of his book. Her name was Samantha – Samantha K. Walters. He already knew where she lived. He wasn’t going to forget that apartment building any time soon. He filled in his own information while he looked at the photo. She’d cut her hair since getting the license. In the picture it was long and had gentle waves and had probably poured down her bare back like water. Now it was short and curled wildly at the ends, giving her a free-spirit look. He istanbul escort handed the card back to her.

“Do I have to go to court for this?” she asked, tucking the card away, her eyes on her task. Then she looked up at him and those sparkling eyes met his. “Can I just admit I did it and pay the fine?”

Lucas missed half of what she said, pushing away the pictures his imagination created. “What?”

“Are you okay, officer?” she asked, looking concerned. He flushed red, realizing he’d been staring dumbly at her. “It’s awful hot out today. Are you feeling okay?” Lucas nodded firmly. Nothing was wrong that a little sex wouldn’t take care of.

“You can pay the fine by mail or at the county courthouse,” he answered, “If you want to go to court, you’re scheduled on August 10th.” He handed over the ticket.

“Tell me,” she folded the ticket and tucked it in her purse, “If I go to court, do I get to see you?” Her cheeks were pink, but she met his eyes with a spark of challenge in hers. He couldn’t believe his luck. She was flirting with him.

“Will that effect your decision?” he asked, leaning his arm on the roof of her car and getting a good look at the swell of her breasts bound in blue cotton. As he watched, he saw her nipples bead, pressing the thin fabric, and he felt his own body responding. His temperature went up at least 20 degrees and his pants were becoming tight.

“I suppose I could always wait for the twins to throw another party…” she tapped a finger to her lips, giving him a mischievous smile. Locking her eyes to his, she slowly licked the tip of her finger. His pants were tight enough to hurt and he shifted, trying to relieve the pressure.

“Or I could stop by tonight after I get off duty,” he said, “Unless, of course, it’s my professional assistance you need…” He grinned, teasing her. He hoped she’d invite him into her bed, but he was unsure enough not to offer more than a casual date. It was entirely possible this mutual attraction was all in his head, although he was praying it wasn’t.

“Well, there is this fantasy about handcuffs…” Her eyes were dark on his, her smile positively wicked and he was suddenly concerned his pants were going to do damage. He shifted uncomfortably and her eyes sparkled, wandering down and linger on the bulge in his groin.

“I get off at eleven,” he said, his voice a little hoarse with the lust burning in his veins. His cock was throbbing, his heartbeat pounding in his head as he imagined her handcuffed to a headboard, naked and entirely at his mercy. He forced himself to focus on her eyes, sure she could read his arousal.

“Eleven’s fine,” she answered, then glanced around, “I suppose it’s a little too busy and too open to play around here, anyway.” Then she looked him up and down, licking her lips.

He groaned softly. “You’re killing me, woman,” he muttered, pushing away visions of her kneeling before him on the side of the road, licking and sucking his hard dick.

“Just you wait, officer,” she teased, sliding a hand down between her legs and making him groan again. “I’ll be in my car at eleven tonight,” she murmured, her hand rubbing, “Waiting. But I’m not a patient woman…” She wriggled in her seat, her breasts bouncing slightly until he thought kabataş escort he might lose it. He’d never known a woman who would arouse herself on the side of the road, just to torture him. He didn’t know if he’d make it to eleven with the anticipation.

“I’ll be there,” he said, his voice still with an edge of desire. She smiled and started her car. He walked back to his patrol car, but stood beside it, watching her drive away. Hot damn…

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Lucas spotted her car as he pulled into the lot. She was parked at the back, under a tree, but a streetlight cast a dim glow over the area. As he parked beside her, he could hear her engine purr. He got out — still in uniform — since he hadn’t been able to wait long enough to go home and change. He’d been hard for hours, but had resisted any type of release, anticipating satisfying his needs with her hot little body. He walked around to her window and tapped lightly. As the window whirred down, revealing the dimly lit interior, his mouth fell open and his cock strained against his pants.

She’d changed her outfit. She now wore a tight, shiny black blouse, half unbuttoned, her breasts barely covered and straining the remaining buttons, making his mouth water. She also wore some dark colored skirt, but it was bunched at her waist and her hand was between her thighs, moving up and down. As she looked up at him, her mouth made a little ‘o’ and she shuddered deliciously.

“Get out of the car,” he growled, hotter than he’d ever been before. He took a step back, looking around the lot. No one was out, most of the apartments were dark, but it was still a public place. She turned off the engine and opened the door. He knew he couldn’t resist as he had to slide a hand under her arm to steady her as she wobbled, her legs weak, and his body burned at the thought of why.

“Face the car, hands flat on the roof,” he ordered, his voice deep and hoarse, “Spread your legs.” She complied and he stepped close behind her, sliding his hands up from her belly to just under her breasts. “You do know that was illegal, don’t you?” he murmured in her ear, squeezing her breasts in his hands, feeling the heat of her through the slick material. Her breasts were full and heavy, firm in his palms, making him hungry for more.

She trembled against him, whispered, “Yes, officer.”

He slid his hands back down to her hips, rubbing his hardness against her backside. “I’m going to have to punish you,” he growled, nipping her ear. His hand slid between her thighs, finding her naked and cupping her damp curls, then burrowing his fingers into them, seeking her clit. When he found her nub, he rubbed hard and she whimpered, squirming against him. The movement of her ass against his erection was almost more than he could take. He pressed his fingers lower, finding her slick pussy and dipping his finger inside her heat. He felt her quiver around him, her juices dripping down into his hand.

“Please, officer…” Her voice was breathless, pleading with him. She sounded young, innocent, desperate. He felt his cock harden even more as she rocked her hips, grinding against his hand and he groaned in her ear.

“Don’t move your hands,” he whispered, “And be very quiet.” She nodded frantically. His kadıköy escort head came up, eyes searching the area as his free hand undid his belt, yanked open his slacks and freed his straining cock. He was completely engorged, long, thick and rigid as he pumped himself once, his precum coating his head. He shifted forward, dipping his hips, and rubbed his tip, pressing between her swollen folds. He slid along her wet slit until he could fit his head against her hole, coating himself in her juices, teasing himself as much as her.

Lucas pinched her clit tightly, hearing her gasp, and thrust up into her at the same moment, filling her with one brutal stroke. She arched against him, her body enveloping him fully in her wet heat, gripping him tightly as she shuddered, biting her lip to silence the cry of pleasure. His hands shifted and grasped her waist tightly.

“Damn, you’re so fucking tight, so fucking hot,” he groaned, sliding back and thrusting deep, ramming his cock into her again and again, pinning her body between his and the car. He tugged open her blouse and filled his hands with her bare breasts, stroking, squeezing as he fucked her hard. She moaned and panted, writhing on his dick as he thrust into her faster and faster. Both of them were oblivious to their surroundings, caught in the pleasure of mating.

“I’m cumming…oh, God, oh, officer, please,” she sobbed finally, her body tensing, contracting around him. He sped up his strokes, hammering her, urging her over the edge. She grabbed for the car, all but vibrating with his rhythm, gasping as the hot friction pushed her to climax. He groaned, plunging deep into her as she clamped tight around him, her body arching.

“Give it to me, baby,” he growled, pumping himself against her, wedging his cock deeper into her tight sex. Her body shuddered and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as she suddenly began to shake, her knees buckling as orgasm swept over her.

“Yes…” she breathed, trembling, enveloping him in a rush of hot, wet cum. Her pussy squeezed and released his cock, stroking him hard, taking him right to his edge.

“Damn…you fucking hot bitch,” he groaned, swelling even more inside her. Seconds later his cock pulsed, erupting, ejaculating his thick semen into her core. She shuddered again and melted against him, quivering and whimpering as he pumped against her, emptying himself into her. Lucas shifted her gently, supporting her as he slipped his cock free, cradling her against his body as he turned her to face him and she burrowed her face into his shoulder. Vibrating with his own release, he felt weak as he slowly straightened her skirt.

“Are you okay, baby?” he murmured, gently drawing her away and drawing her blouse closed, buttoning it as he watched her face. She was a bit pale, but she nodded and smiled at him.

“Wow.” Her voice was shaky, but her eyes were clear and sparkling.

“Yeah, wow.” He chucked, tucking his spent penis back into his pants. He didn’t know if he’d ever had such wild sex, such a huge orgasm. “Let’s get you in the house…” He slipped his arm through hers then reached into the car to pull out the keys. “I think we earned some pizza. I’ll order delivery.”

“It’s okay,” she smiled as she leaned into him and they walked across the parking lot. “I made some dinner.”

Man, hot sex and a home cooked meal? Who knew a disturbing the peace call could turn out so well? “I guess I owe you,” he grinned, “Two fantasies in one night.”

“Did you bring your handcuffs?” she asked with a wicked grin of her own and he groaned.

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There were six of us in the pool; me, the two kids from next door, my sister, and two of her girlfriends, who were staying overnight before the three of them drove together for the start of their sophomore year in college the next day. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, with a fair amount of splashing and raucousness. I found myself wistfully glancing over at my sister every chance I got.

She was outgoing and gregarious, while I had a more solitary, quiet disposition. So, even though I was eighteen and had just left high school, she still was able to get me to do what she wanted, just like she always had when we were younger.

You may recall me telling you about some of the things that had happened between us that summer. It seemed that, as the vacation drew to an end, she had distanced herself from me.

It was now a couple of weeks since she had let me touch her, and, although she still teased me with occasional glimpses of her body, she hardly paid me any attention.

There was just one bathroom on our side of the house, which we shared. She had insisted early on that summer that I not lock the door when I was in there.

This meant that she often barged in one me while I was shaving, brushing my teeth, or even showering or taking a piss. A lot of people would find this annoying, and think me quite lame for putting up with it, and perhaps they are right. But what they might not realize is that my sister was usually wearing the skimpiest garments when she came into the bathroom, and these would afforded me the most tantalizingly exquisite sights I had ever seen.

My sister was the first one to climb out of the pool, and I got out soon after. While she lingered outside, chatting to the others, I made my way to our bathroom, which, with its tiled floor, served as a good place to get out of wet swimming clothes, and change.

I grabbed a towel and had just started drying myself, kağıthane escort when the door opened, and my sister walked in.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were in here,” she said. She made no move to leave, but scooped up her long hair in a towel and set about kneading it dry.

I was running the towel down my legs, when I looked up to see her that she had dropped the towel and was able to undo her bikini top. I felt like there was an enormous pressure on my chest as watched her take the straps off her shoulders and let the garment drop away. I gazed at her breasts incredulous.

I had seen them before, but never had she exposed them to me so completely, so openly. She seemed oblivious, because the next moment she was hooking her thumbs into the waist band of the bikini bottoms.

With one quick movement, she had them down to her knees, and then, with a little cajoling, they fell to the floor.

She looked up at me.

“Aren’t you going to get out of those wet swim shorts?” she asked.

I was trying to take my eyes off the hairless mound between her thighs, yearning to catch sight of the top of her slit before she went back to drying herself, obscuring my view.

By now I had a complete erection and I never knew what her reaction would be to my nakedness. I felt embarrassed to take them off, but just plain silly keeping them on, so I slowly slid them down, hoping my hard-on would subside in the process.

As the sopping wet shorts hit the ground, I picked up my towel again and held, bunched up in front of my groin.

She looked up as she stopped drying herself and studied me pensively.

“Are you dry yet?” she asked, stepping towards me, completely, wonderfully naked.

I nodded vaguely.

“Come here,” she said, reaching her hand out towards me. Thinking she meant to help me finish getting dry, I handed her the towel, but she kartal escort just let it drop to the floor, and took hold of my hand instead.

My hand in hers, she slowly stepped backwards, till she settled back against the low cabinet between the shower and the sink. She rested one hand on the counter top.

“Now,” she began, still holding onto my hand, “I want to be quite clear. This is only going to happen once.”

I wasn’t sure what to think, but I nodded uncertainly.

“You must not think this will ever happen again,” she added sternly.

And as those words left her lips, she lifted herself, wriggling backwards onto the counter top, so she was perched on the edge.

I had no idea what would happen next, but my heart was pounding in my chest.

Reaching forward, she gently took hold of my swollen cock, and drew it, and me, towards her. We were so close, my chest was only inches from her tits and those lovely pink nipples.

With a wave of her fingers, she beckoned me to step closer to her, permitting her to bring my hard cock right up to her body.

Lightly, she brushed its tip against the soft skin at the edge of her outer lips, tracing the neat slit between them. Very slowly, she drew the engorged head up and down and up again. I was enthralled by this fantastic sight.

Then she paused, raised her other hand to her lips and dampened the fingertips with saliva. As she reached down between her legs, she said, “You can play with my tits if you want.”

I brushed her left nipple with my fingertip at just the same moment as she slid the head of my cock between her now wet, and parted lips. I gasped.

She pressed the swollen tip of my cock into top of her slit, then to slid it slowly down the juicy cleft a little way, then up again; I could feel the soft inner lips caressing me with each upward movement.

Then she guided my cock down, küçükçekmece escort down between her thighs. Leaning back on the counter top she lifted her legs a little, She pushed my cock down a little further, and I felt myself at the entrance to her pussy.

“Now” she admonished me, “Easy, easy at first.”

Then, having applied a little more saliva to the opening, she positioned me there again and I found myself slipping inside.

“That’s right,” she said, “That’s right.”

With her encouragement, I slid very slowly, just a little way in, then out again.

“Ok,” she said, lifting her legs higher, and, as she did so, I found myself going a little further inside.

“Ok, let’s get it all the way inside now.”

I pushed a little bit further into her, but she told me impatiently, “Come on, Get it all the way inside, all the way in” and she hooked her ankles behind my ass, pulling me to me into her.

I found myself suddenly completely buried inside, feeling the soft wet skin inside her body wrapping itself around my aching cock, my pubes pressing up against her fat gaping outer lips.

At that point we could hear her friends outside, I looked up at the window above us, in the direction of the voices.

“Ok, come on,” was my sister’s response to the intrusion. “Let’s make this a nice quick fuck,” Then she dug her ankles into my ass cheeks again, like a rider spurring on her horse.

I pushed deep into her then pulled back and thrust in again. It probably only took two or three motions, pushing my hard dick as far into the soft inside of her body. Then, as a strange groan escaped involuntarily from my throat, I started come inside her.

Oh my God, it felt good. I pressed myself up against her for a moment, then, very soon, felt myself subsiding, shrinking back out of her.

Impatiently she pushed on my chest, and I slipped out altogether, our combined juices coming out of her, dripping to the floor.

She grabbed a towel and started to mop herself up.

Standing up, she reached for her robe and, pulling it on, turned to me and said, in the sternest of voices, “And remember; don’t ever expect this to happen again.”

And with that she left.

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