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[This story begins with the main character, Brody, being roused awake by his alarm clock in his dorm.]

“God Damnit,” I grumbled as my alarm clock blared next to my head.

I reached over and slapped my hand down on it, shutting it off. I rolled onto my back and stretched. “Another day in paradise,” I grumbled to myself.

I swung my legs over the side of my bed and sat up. I glanced over to my right and noticed my roommate wasn’t there. ‘Good,’ I thought to myself with a small grin. My roommate and I had been having some major problems, and weren’t even on speaking terms at the moment. We came up to college as best friends and it had all fallen apart. He had basically told me what he really thinks of me, and I’d heard things from other people that he talks bad about me quite frequently. I wasn’t too concerned about it, though. Two-faced people like that didn’t deserve my friendship anyways. I hopped off of my bed and ambled over to the bathroom. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I looked in the mirror and let out a small chuckle as I saw what my hair looked like. Every morning I woke up to find one side of my hair pressed upwards, as I always slept on that side. I started the shower and walked back out into the dorm. I grabbed some jeans, briefs, and socks and carried them back into the bathroom. I deposited them in the corner on the floor, since there wasn’t a whole lot of counter space—or any at all for that matter, and began to strip. I pulled the hoodie over my head and looked at myself in the mirror again. ‘Gym’s been paying off,’ I thought to myself, admiring my lean, muscular body. I was about 5’11, 150 pounds. I didn’t have any body fat on me, as I did a lot of running in addition to the gym. My sandy blonde hair was a little longer on the top than on the sides, and it stood up a little in the front. I used to be a pretty scrawny kid, but since I’d gotten to college where I’d had access to a gym, I’d been much more inclined to improve my physical appearance. Smiling to myself, I stripped the rest of the way and jumped in the shower.

After my shower, I dressed from the waist down and walked out into the dorm again. I noticed my roommate’s bike in the hallway, indicating that he was back from wherever. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.

I walked around the door into the dorm and saw him on his computer. I grabbed a plain white T-Shirt and threw it on. I walked over to my bed and picked up my phone and unplugged it from the charger. I saw a text from a girl I’d hooked up with a couple of nights ago, Stacy. The text read: Hey, Brody! Just wanted to know when I get to see a little more of that hott body you’ve got!

I smiled to myself. Girls were so easy to figure out. If you had any sort of muscle structure on your body, you can get just about any girl you would want. I sent a text back that read: How about tonight? Wear something sexy.

I laughed to myself as I pulled my shoes on. I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door. As I walked out to the courtyard between the three dorm buildings I saw the bus pulling away. Marveling at my luck, I began the half mile walk in to campus, rather than a five minute, air conditioned trip. As I rounded the corner out of the dorms, I spotted my friend Tim a little ways ahead of me. I yelled at him, causing him to turn around. He grinned around a cigarette and stuck his fist out to bump. I bumped it with one hand and fanned in front of my nose with the other in a disgusted manner. “Put that shit out, man, you know I can’t stand smoking,” I said jokingly, but with every intention of him putting it out.

“Oh yeah, my bad,” he said, throwing the cigarette into the woods.

Tim wasn’t the smartest kid in the world, and he sort of acted the role of my sidekick and wingman whenever I needed one. We were tight though, ever since we’d met about 5 months ago, on the day we moved into the dorms. He lived about two doors down from me. We walked along the sidewalk towards campus in silence. I was still half asleep despite my shower, and was sort of walking kurtuluş escort around in a daze. I looked up and saw a girl walking the opposite direction of us from campus. I’d never seen this girl before, and she was really cute. Probably the cutest girl I’d seen at the school yet. As she walked by, I gave her the lopsided grin that melted girls where they stood. She gave a half smile back, but didn’t seem to be interested at all. I glanced back over my shoulder at her as she walked by. She wore some tight white jeans that really made her firm butt look great.

Me and Tim got to campus and went our separate ways towards each of our classes. I walked with my head in the clouds, thinking about that butt in those white jeans. Who was this girl? Why had I never seen her around campus before? I took my seat in class and tried to banish her from my mind.

The rest of the day went by fairly normally. I’d gotten another text from Stacy that read: Come to my room around nine o’clock. You won’t be disappointed. The text made my cock stir slightly, and really made me look forward to tonight. When it came around to about eight thirty, I jumped in the shower again, and dressed in some dark jeans and a tight black long sleeved shirt. I pulled my white and red sneakers on and left my dorm. My roommate didn’t even look up as I left. Stacy lived on the third floor of my dorm. I jogged up the stairs and found her room. I knocked on the door and leaned against the door frame. I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. It swung open to reveal Stacy, standing with one hand on her hip. My jaw wanted to drop, but I wanted to maintain my calm and collected image, so I did nothing but give a small smile at the sight. She was wearing open-toed, five inch black high heels, making her come up to a height of about 5’5. She had on black fishnets that disappeared under her black and red mini skirt. The skirt was very short, only coming down enough to hide the bottom of her ass-cheeks. Her stomach wasn’t covered by her tight, black and red strapless halter top that pushed her 32 C breasts up, making them look fantastic. The top matched her mini-skirt. Her medium-length blonde hair was tied up in a bun. Her lips were pursed in a sexy smile. “What do you think?” she asked seductively.

“You’ll do,” I said with a wink, crossing the threshold of her door and closing it behind me.

As soon as the door closed, I walked at her, pushing her against the wall and pressing my mouth against hers. I felt her arms wrap around my neck, her hand running through my hair. She lifted her left leg and wrapped it around me as my hands ran up and down her exposed midriff. This went on for a few minutes, and I broke the uncomfortable standing position by picking her up by the ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her to her bed. I laid her down and she pulled me down on top of her. I rested myself on my elbows and continued to kiss her, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly, and I thought to myself that it wasn’t going to be the only thing she was sucking tonight. I suppressed a chuckle as I began to gyrate my hips in a small circle, causing her to moan softly. “Hang on a second,” she said, stopping abruptly and wiggling out from under me.

She grabbed a scrunchie from her bedside table and went to the door. She opened it, wrapped the scrunchie around the door handle, then closed and locked it. She turned back to face the bed, her high heels clicking as she seductively stalked back towards the bed. “Isn’t that a little cliché?” I laughed.

“Who cares?” She asked. “It’ll stop my roommate from interrupting us.”

And with that she crawled on top of me, worming her way up and sliding her tongue back in my mouth. I ran my hands over her back down to her ass. Her ass was nice. It wasn’t firm, but it was jiggly in the pleasing sort of way. I playfully slapped one cheek and felt it jiggle slightly. I felt her smile as we kissed as her hands ran under my shirt, brushing over my abs. This seemed levent escort to turn her on, as she tugged my shirt over my head and plunged her tongue right back into my mouth, kissing with reckless abandon. I began gyrating my hips in a circle again, grinding my now-erect penis against her crotch. I felt her breathe heavily into my mouth at the feeling.

I tugged her halter top over her head, revealing a red lace bra that pushed her boobs up, making them look fantastic. I slid my hands up her stomach to her boobs and squeezed them hard. I felt her groan in a mix of pain and pleasure as I played with her nipples through the fabric. Her hands continued to explore my chest and abs. I had been a pretty consistent gym-visitor over the last couple of months, so my muscles were defined and pleasing to the eye as well as to the touch. She seemed to be taking in the latter of the two, as one of her hands moved to my left arm which was now lying lazily above my head. My other hand continued to massage her boob through her bra. She pushed up off me, straddling my crotch and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She let the straps fall loosely over her shoulders, but didn’t let the bra fall right away. She smiled coyly, and pushed her bra against her boobs to keep the bra up. “Little cock-tease,” I said half-seriously, reaching up and yanking the bra off of her.

I buried my face in between her boobs, kissing the soft flesh between them. She put her hands on either side of her boobs and pushed them together around my face. I pulled away and rolled on top of her. I felt her hands fumbling with the button of my jeans. She finally got in undone and began to pull them down. I lifted myself off of her in an effort to make it easier. When it became apparent that she wasn’t going to be able to do it herself, I rolled out of the bed and pulled them off, along with my socks. As I did this, she undid the clasps on her heels and pulled them off. I spun her around so that she was sitting with her legs hanging off the bed, me in between them. I pulled her against me, relishing the feeling of her boobs pressing up against my stomach. I bent my head down and slid my tongue back into her mouth. I felt her hand start to explore the waistline of my briefs, making its way down to the bulge in my crotch. Her hand rubbed up and down my shaft, her pace quickening as she got more and more turned on. I untangled my tongue from hers. “How about you put that mouth to better use,” I said with my lopsided grin.

Without saying a word, she peeled down my briefs, freeing my cock from its cloth prison. My cock was pretty average in size. It was about seven inches long, and decently thick. Not porn star quality, but it got the job done. Stacy seemed to like it though, giving a small gasp followed by a smile at the sight of it.

She took it in her hand and angled it at her face. She stuck out her tongue and licked a trickle of pre-cum off of the head. She looked up at me and I nodded at her encouragingly. She looked back down at it and slid the head into her mouth. The feeling of her warm, moist mouth was marvelous. She slid it further and further in until she gagged. She tried again to slide it back into her throat, but gagged again. Realizing that no deep-throating was going to happen, I took the initiative. I took a handful of hair on both sides of her hand and began slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth. She reached around behind me, wrapping her arms around my thighs as I fucked her face. This went on for several more minutes until I felt my orgasm building. Not wanting to cum yet, I pulled out of her mouth. A string of saliva connected the head of my cock to her mouth. She quickly stuck out her tongue and licked it off the head.

I pulled her to her feet and unzipped her mini-skirt. Her arms wrapped around my waist as I pushed it down to where it would fall freely to her feet. She stepped out of it and rose up on her toes, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I reached down to my briefs and pulled them down, stepping out of them as I kissed maçka escort her deeply. She grasped my cock in her hand and began stroking it underhandedly. I pulled her panties down over her hips and down to her knees. She released my cock and pulled them down the rest of the way.

She stood there, looking at me hungrily, wearing nothing but her fishnets. I grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. I gently pushed on the small of her back, bending her over the bed. I crouched down behind her, taking in her magnificent ass. I jiggled the cheeks with my hands, a small smile spread across my face. I pulled her legs wider apart so I could see her vagina. It was sopping wet, with juices making her crotch slippery to the touch. I ran my fingers up the length of her moist slit, feeling her shudder at the pleasure. I sunk my middle finger into her hole, followed by my ring finger. She moaned softly, gyrating her hips against my hand.

I removed my fingers and stood up. I sled my cock in between her legs so that it nestled nicely in her slit. “You’re on the pill, right?” I asked, really hoping she said yes.

“Yes,” she breathed heavily, “Now put that thing inside me.”

Not needing to be asked twice, I pulled my cock out from between her legs and aimed it at her hole. In one swift motion I pushed it past her lips and into her sopping wet vagina. She moaned loudly as I pushed all the way into her. She leaned back into me and began grinding her ass against my crotch. I reached around and grabbed her boobs. I started to slowly thrust in and out. I bent my head down to her neck. I put my lips on her skin and sucked some of her smooth flesh into my mouth. My thrusting quickened and became more intense. She moaned louder as I began to fuck her harder. My thrusts became quicker and shorter, me only pulling halfway out before slamming it back into her. Her moans reverberated off the walls. I made a shooshing noise, seeing as we were in a dorm with just a few feet of cement separating us from her neighbors. She tried to stifle her moans, but they were still loud enough to be heard next door.

Thinking it would be better to finish this quickly, I increased my pace even more. I felt my balls tighten and the head of my cock begin to tingle. Knowing my orgasm was coming, I continued to pound her. “Oh, Brody, Brody, Oh God, I’m cumming!” she said hoarsely, trying not to be too loud.

I felt the muscles of her vagina clamp around my cock. It slowed my pace, but the newfound tightness pushed me over the edge. I pushed deep into her and show wad after wad of thick semen inside of her. Both of our bodies shuddered together as our orgasms ripped through us. My legs became weak and I stumbled backwards, slipping out of her. She collapsed forward onto the bed, my cum leaking out of her well-fucked vagina. She stood, turned around, and sat on the bed, her legs propped up. She reached a hand down to her vagina and found my semen seeping out. She got as much as she could on her fingers and plunged them into her mouth, licking them dry with reckless abandon.

I glanced over at the clock next to her bed. It read 10:13. Using my early class the next morning as an excuse, I began searching for my briefs. “You’re leaving already?” She asked, looking pouty. “You don’t want to lay here with me for a while?”

“I think you have the wrong idea about what this was,” I said, no remorse in my tone at all.

“I know this was a hookup,” she said, “but I just let you fuck me, the least you could do is cuddle with me for a little bit.”

“You let me fuck you?” I asked, laughing. “Say no next time then. And besides, I don’t cuddle.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and grabbed my dorm key. She looked a little downtrodden, but I wasn’t concerned. I bent down and kissed her goodbye, then turned and walked out of her door. As the door was closing I took the scrunchie off the door and shot it inside at her like a rubber band. ‘College life is good,’ I thought to myself as I let myself into my dorm.

My roommate was already asleep, so I tried halfheartedly to be quiet. I really did have an early class the next morning, however, so I undressed down to my briefs and crawled into my bed, my orgasm with Stacy pushing me towards sleep. The last thought that crossed my mind before I fell asleep was the girl in the white jeans.

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I learned the art of massage from J., a new age woman who’d studied at Easalen in Northern California. J was older, tall. lanky and gave very good, very sensual massages. J. maintained her lifestyle by doing private massage and a majority of her clients were women; I think by her choice. She had male clients too, but even though they paid her more, she didn’t seem to like working on them as much.

The first time J gave me a massage, it was my first experience receiving a professional massage, and I became extremely aroused. J wasn’t a bit troubled by the sight of my erect cock, she made no move to cover my erection, nor did she say anything negative. Too my surprise, she contained that arousal by giving me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever experienced.

J took her time during the massage, teasing and occasionally touching my penis until I was ready to explode, drawing it out until I was ready to beg her to touch my hard cock. J was skillful, and at the height of my lust and frustration, she leaned over and took my cock deep into her mouth and throat. She worked it down to the base, swallowing as she deep throated my cock to the hilt, then sucking and pulling her lips back up to the glans. It was an incredible climax, and I almost passed out from the intensity of it. Looking back now, I think she passed some of her power and mastery of the art of massage to me at that moment, similar to the way I’ve heard Yogi Masters pass their knowledge on to their students.

Hotel massage in Las Vegas had been men working on men, women working on women for about 20 years. In the early 90’s, a couple of therapists changed things. They petitioned the city fathers to allow them to do cross gender massage. It caught the attention of the hotel operators and legislation was passed allowing cross-gender massage on a trial basis.

In the beginning, I was very conscious of the whole cross gender, male female thing and I etiler eve gelen escort did my best to be professional. Yet, there was something in my touch, something that aroused women whether that was my intention or not. Perhaps it was J’s training, perhaps it was just my hormones, but I was aware that women were exotic creatures and not just pieces of flesh. I massaged them with an attitude of devotion, as if I were being given a special opportunity and I used the best combination of pressure, music, and technique that I could. My women clients would respond to this and I received more requests than most other therapists.

For whatever reason, a majority of the women I worked on would respond sexually.

The first time this happened in the hotel was during a half hour massage, shortly after we began cross-gender. I no longer remember her name, only her face, hair and her exquisite body. I will call her M.

M was a stunningly beautiful girl who was a cheerleader with the Oakland Raiders. Long, dark brown hair, olive skin and beautiful muscle tone — her presence was breath taking. She was so physically attractive, it almost took my breath away when we walked into the small massage room. It was all I could do to stammer out the instructions for her to disrobe and mount the table.

Because it was only a 1/2 hour massage, I began with M lying face up, on her back. I put a bolster under her knees, spreading her legs slightly, then placed a rolled towel under her head, wanting to make her as comfortable as possible on the table.

I began her massage with slow, firm strokes, working under her neck and shoulders, pulling and kneading the long muscles in her back from underneath. M made tiny little pleasure noises and I noticed her nipples seemed erect under the thick towel. I worked her shoulders and then a little bit on the front part of her chest and etiler grup yapan escort pecs, taking care not to let my hot, oily hands slide to far down her chest. Her skin was olive with fine pores that made it silky soft and a joy to touch. My heart was racing and I restrained myself from sliding my hands under the towel and cupping those large, firm breasts.

M must have sensed my desire to touch her because without any warning, she pulled the drape towel down to her flat tummy, fully exposing those two luscious breasts. They were beautiful, firm with large brown aureoles and fully erect, large nipples. I thought my heart would explode, and I was conflicted by a variety of feelings. My sense of ‘professionalism’ was saying: “This is wrong.” , my essence as a man saying: “Everything is fine.”

Truthfully, having had years to reflect on this, I didn’t have the strength to pull that towel back up and cover her breasts. Her feminine ‘musk’ was too powerful and I didn’t have the strength to resist what had been offered.

I worked my hands down to her breasts and they felt even better than they looked. I took a deep breath, squirted some almond oil in palm, heated it by rubbing my palms together, and proceeded to massage her extraordinary breasts. They were firm and I was gentle as I kneaded her flesh in my hands, trying to engulf each breast with both hands. My touch was gentle and firm, with just a little extra pressure to see if she would respond to a slight amount of pain. She didn’t, so I circled my palm around her nipples and felt the pressure of her erect flesh against my hand.

I felt her heart beating rapidly, and noticing how her breathing had quickened, I worked my way quickly down to her legs, conscious of the time. It was only a 1/2 hour and I didn’t want to run over or out of time,– that would cause suspicion on the part of the female attendants etiler masöz escort who would greet M when she got back to the women’s portion of the spa. Adding to the tension was my enjoyment of touching this beautiful, sensual creature and I didn’t want the experience to end.

I turned M. over and worked the muscles of her calves and thighs, using long, slow strokes and the deep pressure that I had learned so well from my past teacher. M responded by grinding her pelvis into the table, her way of silently telling me all was good. She moved in unison with my stroking, as my hands traveled up from her calves to her thighs, she would grind her hips into the table with a circular motion. The room was heavy with an air of hot, moist sexuality and I could seen a thin sheen of perspiration on her shoulders and back. The towel had fallen unnoticed to the floor and I could vaguely smell the scent of clean woman sex, a faint, musty aroma of aroused flesh and wet pussy.

My desire to penetrate M was fierce, it took enormous control not to unzip my pants and pull her back on the table, back to where I could get my throbbing cock at her wet, slick cunt. I didn’t though, there was no way I could allow myself to take that liberty with her body. Instead, I continued massaging the backs of her thighs and M continued to grind her pelvis into the table jerking her ass up into the air as she came in a series of thrusts and jerks, her body experiencing a powerful climax.

I leaned over and whispered: “You’re a very beautiful woman and you have a beautiful sexuality. Thank you for allowing me to share.” M said nothing in reply and I stepped from the room, saying I would be waiting for her in the hall when she was ready to return to the spa.

As I waited outside the room, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. No one was waiting outside the door. My cock had returned to a more manageable state. My underwear kept the pre-cum from showing on my pants. I felt good, vital, sexual and very much alive.

When M stepped from the room, she must have felt the same, there was a bright gleam in her eyes, a tiny smile and she was perfectly composed. One would never know that just five minutes before this same beautiful woman was writhing in orgasm on my massage table.

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It’d been a rough few months for me; my wife had left me, taking my kid with her. And now it was fucking Christmas. I wasn’t exactly in the best mood at the family get-together that afternoon and decided to leave early.

“I’m gonna go home and watch Die Hard,” I told everyone.

“Die Hard?” My mother asked.

“Yea. It’s a classic Christmas movie, you know.”

“If you say so,” she half-chuckled.

“Can I come?” Suzy, my 18-year-old niece, asked.

“Yea. Sure,” I shrugged.

“You want me to stop by and get her later?” Her mother, my sister, asked.

“Naw. I can bring her home later.”

“Unless I spend the night,” Suzy volunteered.

“True,” I agreed.

Me and Suzy had a unique relationship. Since I was only nine when she was born we were less uncle-niece and more like cousins. She seldom even called me “Uncle,” and I never insisted she did. So, her wanting to join me, and possibly staying the night, was normal. In fact we’d spent a lot of time together since my wife had left. She was fun and comfortable company for me, and I provided her unrestricted time out of the house.

We got to my place, nuked some popcorn, cracked open a couple beers, and put in the movie. We each half-sat/half-lay at opposite ends of the couch, sipping our beers and snacking on the popcorn. About halfway through the movie I started feeling cramped.

“Hey, you mind if I stretch out?” I asked.

“Not if I can join you.”

So we settled in, spoon fashion, with my back against the couch and her in front of me, the top of her head inches below my nose. Like I said, we had a unique relationship so this kind of casual snuggling wasn’t unusual. As we lay there it was only natural for my one hand to rest on her waist. Like a lot of girls her age she had a habit of wearing shirts that were just too short to tuck in, and when they raise their arms a bit of flesh shows. This day it was a long sleeved sweater, since we live in the north and it was December, but it still rode up as she lay with her hands up under her head. This meant my hand settled partially on her flesh.

To my surprise I felt two very distinct things with that initial contact.

The first was a familiar surge running through me. I say familiar because I’d felt it many times before with women, but never with Suzy. Not with my niece. No. Our casual snuggling had never been anything more than harmless comfort.

Or had it? I asked myself because of the second thing I felt.

That was her body kind of shimmying back against me, including her ass near my crotch.

Had she been any other girl, I would have instantly taken it as a signal. One that I wouldn’t have hesitated to follow-up on.

But she wasn’t any other girl.

Now I want to be clear. I had never thought of my niece in that way, but I did recognize that she was very pretty, and the number of boys chasing after her the last few years supported this belief. She had long brown hair which she liked to pull back in a sporty ponytail, so that her fresh features with sparkling eyes and delicate lips weren’t hidden. She stood a few inches over five feet with a body that wasn’t rail thin, nor plump, but had delicate curves at the right spots.

Just put it away, Jay. I told myself. She did not just rub back against you for any reason other than she was getting comfortable. She is not putting any moves on you and, more importantly, YOU are not putting the moves on your niece.

With that I turned my attention back to the movie. Or more correctly, I tried to.

I lay there, unable to ignore the aroma of her shampoo. Or the firm pressure of her supple body against mine. Or the warmth of her flesh under my palm. A couple times I shifted, my hand moving this way or that, and each time I swear I felt her flesh quiver with the renewed contact.

So I lay there, torturing myself through the remainder of the movie. An ache building in my body that would have been completely natural had she been any other girl, while my mind cursed me for having that ache because she wasn’t any other girl.

It was even worse when she would shift, her body rubbing against mine for a moment as she settled into a slightly different spot.

Even with all that torment it depressed me to watch the McClanes get into Argyle’s limo and ride off, signaling the movie’s end-credits. That depression bothered me, as again, it didn’t seem appropriate given the circumstances.

But, none the less, it was there.

“Let’s watch another,” Suzy said.

“Ok, what?”

“Let’s find something on Netflix.”

I felt yet another pang of shame over my reaction to this suggestion as it appealed to me for a couple reasons that were . . . well, wrong. For one, it meant that we didn’t have to move. We could stay right where we were, our bodies snuggling together, while we used the remote to make it happen. For another . . . Netflix and chill. (Yea, it won’t be long before that single reference will date this story.)

I let Suzy take control etiler ucuz escort of the remote, letting her select the movie while I actually started to consider how I might make a move.

No! I scolded myself. I swear I did. What the fuck are you thinking? She’s your niece!

At that exact moment she shifted. She rolled back slightly, rubbing her ass against me in what I tried desperately to tell myself was an innocent act.

She’s just trying to get comfortable while working the remote. I told myself. But I guess I wasn’t convincing, because this thought was immediately followed by a much different one. But what if that’s not it? What if she does want to? Then I nearly stripped my mental transmission as I quickly shifted gears again. Wait! What? No! Don’t! Are you fucking insane man? This is your niece your talking about! Fuck!

I was so wrapped up in this private argument that I didn’t notice which movie she’d selected until it was a few minutes in. That was when I realized it was a foreign one I’d recently checked out during a particularly dark and lonely night. To my surprise it’d proven to be rather risqué, falling somewhere just short of porn.

“Um, Suze,” I stuttered. “Are you sure you wanna watch this?”

“What’s the matter, Uncle Jay, can’t you handle it?” Her tone was both playful and challenging.

“No, um- I’m good. As long as you are.”

“Mmm-hmm,” was her only response, as she shifted back against me again.

So what the hell was that?! Again I couldn’t decide if I was misreading innocent miscues, or ignoring actual signals. And even if they were actual signals, did I actually want to do anything about them? I mean, she was my niece. God, this is worse than my first time!

We lay there, watching the movie unfold, our individual body heats mingling. As the first sexual scene played out I heard Suzy’s breathing grow shallow, indicating that it was having some effect on her. I noticed it was also affecting me. Blood was pulsing to my cock, making it grow within my jeans. Realizing that my niece might feel it against her backside I felt my cheeks redden a little and started to consider extracting myself from our position. But then her body shifted again, her hips rolling slightly as she . . . I SWEAR . . . rubbed herself back against my growing member.

Alright. So maybe I’m not imagining things here. Damn it, let’s see what happens. I told myself, summoning a courage I’d never thought I’d need . . . or want. But then I stopped myself. Wait. Just fuckin’ wait man. Again, she is your NIECE. Even if she is open to the idea, that kind of shit’s wrong man. And what if you are misreading it all? What if she freaks out on you ’cause you try something? What then man?

So I kept myself in check and once again tried pushing aside any such notions.

It wasn’t easy though. While that first scene soon ended, it wasn’t long before another began to unfold. Like I said, it wasn’t an actual porn so it didn’t show a lot of things. But it sure as hell showed enough.

Again Suzy’s breathing changed as the couple on the TV got further and further into it. I swear I also heard a couple of quiet sighs come from her. Then she moved again. Only this time it wasn’t a simple shift. It was an intentional wiggling of her entire frame, firmly pressing her ass back against me. This caused my hand to slip forward, my outstretched fingers brushing her abs. She inhaled sharply and her entire body shivered.

Ok. Ok. So THAT happened.

I now felt certain about one thing; my niece was aroused.

Lying there with me on the couch, our bodies pressing together, my sweet 18-year-old niece was becoming sexually aroused.

I knew this. Yet I knew so little else.

Was this all a result of the movie? Had she not realized just how . . . involved it got? Or how it might affect her? Plus, what, if anything, did she intend to do about it? I’d gotten blue-balls enough to know women didn’t always get laid when they were aroused. Of course it was still a mystery to me why this was, or what they did instead, but I knew it happened. And it seemed to me that this situation would certainly qualify as an example. I mean, I was her uncle. Not a boyfriend. Or a date. Or . . . or anything like that. I was her fucking uncle.

For all I knew she was at that very moment trying desperately to figure out a way to extract herself from the situation while protecting her pride. After all, she’d been the one to choose the movie and kind of challenge me.

That’s right, she did, didn’t she? And she’s not extracting herself, I thought. She could just sit up and move to the end of the couch, or even to the chair. But she isn’t. She’s staying right here . . . snuggling back against me . . . rubbing her ass against me. Ok. So, what the fuck are you gonna do about this? Come on, Jay. What are you gonna do?

How she chose that exact moment to kind of shimmy against me again, I don’t know.

But she did.

And again she rubbed her ass etiler üniversiteli escort firmly back against me . . . and I do mean FIRM-LY.

It was the signal my male hormones wouldn’t allow me to ignore. They drove me to make a move, one from which I would have had a hard time extracting myself from, but one that I needed to make . . . to get clarification about what was happening.

I scooted down, bringing my mouth level with her ear. I also slid my hand completely onto her belly, my fingertips dancing back and forth over her flesh.

She inhaled sharply. Her abs quivered.

“You okay?” I whispered, her ponytail allowed my breath to swirl within her ear.

“Mmm-hmm,” she breathed.

For a long moment I did nothing more, just let my fingertips dance lightly over her flesh. Then I began to gradually work them upward. As they crawled toward her chest she forced herself to remain still.

“You sure you’re okay?” I whispered as I reached the bottom edge of her bra.

“Mmm-hmm,” she nodded slightly.

“Good,” I sighed.

So this IS happening.

Suzy remained still as my hand moved up to fondle one of her bra-encased breasts. It was so firm . . . so full. I splayed my fingers out to cover the entire mound and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Mmm,” she mewed.

I leaned in and lightly nibbled at her ear.

“Mmm-mmm.”

I fondled her tit for the next couple minutes, my fingers cupping and molding her pert mound . . . tensing . . . relaxing . . . tensing. Under my palm her nipple swelled, poked at me through her bra.

I nibbled at her ear, my teeth nipping gently, my breath swirling.

“Oh yes,” she panted, her body relaxing and once again rolling against me.

My hand moved to her other breast, my palm flattening its swollen nipple while I cupped and fondled this lovely mound. With each passing moment my fingers tensed a little harder . . . squeezed with a little more determination . . . fondled with more hunger.

“Mmm,” she mewed, her body shimmying against me.

I shifted down a little further, bringing my lips to gently kiss her neck. Within my pants my cock pulsed, blood rushing to it. I pressed myself against her.

“Uncle Jay,” she panted, her hand reaching down and back to claw at my pantleg.

Hearing her call me that . . . in that moment . . . shocked me. Like I said, she rarely called me “Uncle,” so for her to do it at that moment was . . . exceptionally odd. But it was also very arousing. It spotlighted who we were . . . what we were doing. It asserted the indiscretion of it . . . the indecency . . . made it so much dirtier . . . lewder . . . sexier.

Reflexively my fingers tensed hard, squeezing her tit and my teeth nipped at her neck.

“Oh, Uncle Jay” she gasped.

I kissed her neck, my lips moist, soft. My hand massaged her breast.

She lay before me, panting. Her supple body pressing back against mine, her nails scratching at my jeans.

Eventually I dropped my hand from her tit to suggestively tug at her side. She responded immediately, rolling over to face me. Together we worked ourselves into a new position, with her bottom arm up under my head and her other hand grabbing at my shoulder. She tilted her head back and I cradled it in my free hand. Below our waist I slipped a leg between hers, pressing my thigh against her crotch.

Then for a brief moment we stared into each other’s eyes.

And in that moment, I believe we both nearly lost our courage to continue.

I know I nearly did . . . Nearly.

Gazing down on her face . . . somehow it brought the whole thing . . . the idea of what we were about to do . . . Uncle and Niece on the verge of . . . of . . . of fucking . . . It brought it all into a new reality.

Maybe I should stop–, I began to think.

But the hand I’d kept under her sweater through the repositioning was still moving and in that millisecond of hesitation it once more cupped her breast. My fingers squeezed.

Suzy inhaled. Pushed herself into my grasp.

And with that, the hesitation was forgotten.

I lowered my lips to hers and she raised hers to meet them. We kissed . . . deeply . . . passionately. Our lips pressed together for a moment before opening to allow our tongues to swirl and writhe over one another. My hand molded her tit, my fingers squeezing her pliant mound. Her nipple swelled more and more, poking harder and harder at my palm through her bra. While we kissed and I fondled first one tit, then the other, Suzy’s body rolled against me with growing intensity, mashing her crotch against my thigh.

After a few minutes I forced myself to release her breast, dropping my hand down to the bottom hem of her sweater and pulling it upward. Suzy didn’t need any more clarification. We broke our kiss and she helped pull the sweater off over her head so I could toss it aside.

It’d been a few months since I’d seen her in a bikini, and now I saw just how lovely fatih escort of a vision my puritanical mind had kept me from enjoying. She had a beautiful young woman’s body with perfect, luscious breasts cradled in a simple, cotton bra, her swollen nipples clearly outlined.

“Beautiful,” I breathed, deciding in that moment to see what else my puritanical mind had kept me blind to. I reached down and quickly popped the button of her jeans loose then drew the zipper down.

Again, my niece understood. She rolled onto her back and pushed her jeans down off her hips and along her legs until they were tossed to the floor with her sweater. Then she laid back and looked up at me with a shy nervousness.

While she’d been removing her jeans, I’d removed my own shirt. Now I leaned up on one arm, hovering above her, my eyes crawling down over her body. Her belly transformed into a soft waist that dipped smoothly down to a delicate crotch. Her panties matched her bra; simple cotton modestly covering her sex while inchwide strips rode high on her hips. The material was so soft and thin I could tell that she didn’t shave down there, but trimmed her natural fine feathering. From there her supple legs stretched downward, laying slightly open.

I drew my eyes back up along her body, relishing the image of her firm tits quivering ever so slightly with her shallow breaths.

“You are so beautiful,” I sighed.

Her lips curled into an appreciative little smile.

I dropped my lips to them again, kissing her and sending my tongue delving into her mouth. She raised her own tongue in greeting.

Shifting around I slid my leg back between hers, pressing my thigh to her crotch once more. My hand once again closed upon a tit, squeezing and molding the pert mound. After a couple minutes I switched to her other breast. We made-out like this; me fondling her tits while pressing my thigh against her crotch. Her breathing grew shallower. She pushed her chest into my grasp. One of her feet dropped to the floor and her other kicked down into the couch cushion giving her the stability to lift her hips and rub her crotch against my thigh.

For several minutes we lay there, kissing . . . fondling . . . rubbing. The heat of our bodies mingled . . . our passions building.

Then I pulled my lips from hers to kiss her chin . . . her cheek . . . her jawbone. I kissed my way down onto her neck and she turned her head, providing me easier access to kiss and nip at her flesh. Slowly . . . gradually . . . I moved down . . . off her neck to her collar bone. Then further . . . further. My lips left a trail of moist kisses down . . . down . . . down to her upper chest . . . down to the tops of her breasts.

Suzy panted quietly.

I rolled myself between her legs, and she spreads them wider, the one pressing back against the couch. I cupped both of my niece’s firm tits as my lips danced across their tops . . . kissing their soft, milky flesh.

“Mmm,” she mewed.

Using a couple fingers I hooked the tops of her bra cups and pulled down, revealing her rock-hard nipples. The dark areolas contrasted beautifully against the lighter, surrounding flesh. My tongue flickered across one then traced its dark circumference.

Suzy inhaled sharply, then her breath fluttered with desire.

I lowered my lips to my niece’s swollen nipple . . . kissed it . . . sucked it into my mouth and swirled by tongue over it.

“Oh God, Uncle Jay,” she gasped, her chest pressing up at me.

Suckling on her nipple, I slid one hand away from her breast to reach behind her. Suzy arched her back, assisting me in reaching the bra clasp at her back. A moment later her bra joined her other clothes on the floor. My hand returned to her tit. Fondling both her lovely mounds as I continued to suckle on her nipple.

“Oh yes, Uncle Jay. Yes.”

After a long minute I pulled my mouth away from that nipple and lowered it over her other, giving it the same loving devotion.

“Yes, Uncle Jay.”

Fondling her breasts, I switched from one nipple to the other several times . . . suckling . . . licking . . . loving. Her pliant mounds gave and folded under my squeezing fingers. Her swollen nipples grew harder under my attentions.

And she kept panting my name.

Hearing her do that stirred my own building lust . . . stoked the fires raging inside me.

But as much as hearing her was affecting me, I swear her saying it was affecting her even more. Her body was shifting under me, her back arching up to press her tits into my clasp . . . her nipples into my mouth. Her legs lifted her crotch and rubbed it against me.

After a few minutes I pulled my lips from atop her nipple and shifted down. Laying a new trail of moist kisses along her flesh I worked my way down . . . down from her breasts . . . down across her belly . . . her abs quivering under my gentle kisses.

“Oh, Uncle Jay,” she panted.

Down . . . down . . . down further I slid, kissing past her bellybutton . . . and lower . . . lower . . . down to the top edge of her panties.

“Mmm,” she mewed.

Releasing her tits I brought my hands down beside her hips so I could lift myself up and gaze down on her panties-covered crotch and the dark spot her juices had made at their center. Leaning down I kissed that spot . . . pressed my lips against it.

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My boyfriend George left his lunch on the kitchen table when he left for work, so I thought it would be nice to bring it to him during his break. I drove the 1988 stick shift truck he never uses because it breaks down so much. I decided to risk it because I was tired of staying home alone all week.

Kayak Challenge was short on customers because it was about to rain. I asked for George, but no one knew where he was.

“Oh really…” I thought to myself. Suddenly it seemed like a good idea to go kayaking with a hot male tour guide. Fortunately, they were all men. And the man at the front desk was my first choice.

I leaned against the desk and resolutely said, “I’d like a private kayak tour with you, sir.”

“My name is Anthony, and are you sure you want to go today? It looks like it’s going to rain pretty hard.” His voice was deep and rough, yet youthful. It was a huge turn on.

“I love the rain, I’m going. With you. All the way down the river. My name is Ashley.”

“If you insist, Ashley. Let’s get going.”

At the boat yard, Anthony took off his shirt and carried his kayak over his head while another tour guide carried mine. It was no wonder they were all so muscular. I stared in awe at his dark tan that covered his luscious abs, arms, back, and shoulders. I wondered if everything else was tan as well.

“Don’t you have any kayaks with two seats?” I asked once we got to the river.

“No. Now I’ll go over the safety rules.”

“I live dangerously,” I said. “Let’s just go!”

He rolled his eyes. “At least wear your life jacket,” he said, and we started our private ride down the river.

The rain started falling lightly, and I was glad because I feel damn sexy when I’m wet. Anthony was looking even sexier. I wanted to touch him everywhere. But at the moment I had to pay attention to kayaking. We paddled down the river and the current kept getting stronger. The rain started pouring, and Anthony would shake his head to get the water out of his face. His short but thick dark hair and eyebrows were stunning.

I just had to get his arms around me. I stopped paddling and took the opportunity to get stuck between two rocks.

“Shit!” I shouted. “I can’t get myself out!” I foolishly stepped out of the kayak and pretended to try lifting it out of the rocks. Oops.. I suddenly slipped into the river.

“Help!” I screamed. I didn’t realize the current would be so strong.

Anthony paddled as fast as he could, then dived into the water to grab me. The side of the river was pretty close, but it took a strong man to make it through the current. He dragged me to the shade of a papaya tree, and looked at me scornfully while I laid down catching my breath. I hurriedly unclipped my life jacket so he could see my thin wet shirt.

“I know you did that on purpose. Do you think I’m stupid? Do you really think I would fall for this?” He was kneeling down over me, and suddenly directed his furious gaze at my breasts that were clearly visible through my shirt. He grabbed them and squeezed them so hard, I was in pain.

“Oww!” I squeaked.

“Is this what you want from me?”

“Yes… please.”

He stopped squeezing and he didn’t seem to know what to do next. His gaze was no longer furious, but innocent and filled with desire. He slipped my shirt off, then caressed my stomach and touched my shoulders, moving his hands up and down my arms. He bent down and sucked one nipple while he rubbed my other breast softly.

I moved my knee to his inner thigh and ran my fingers through his short, thick hair. I gently bit on his ear and felt his shorts expanding. I looked at him and his face was flushed. I kissed his lips, and he leaned his body on top of me, his crotch digging into mine. I ran my fingers down his thick back and into etiler otele gelen escort his shorts to touch his chunky butt.

“God, I’m jealous of your ass,” I sighed.

“I’m more of a breasts person,” he replied. “Can you please suck me?”

I love it when a man isn’t afraid to ask. I was wondering how long he would wait. I ripped the Velcro of his shorts and loosened the ties. A perfect dick popped out, so hard and so clean, perfectly shaved. His balls were hanging so low, they were perfect for teabagging. I took them in my mouth and ran my tongue all over them. He groaned and looked to the heavens as he held on to the tree for support. I ran my tongue up the shaft slowly until I reached the tip. His dick must have been seven inches long, just the right size for my tight pussy. I circled my tongue around the tip then finally slid my lips around the crown.

“Mmmm,” I moaned. It tasted fresh and clean. I bobbed my head up and down his dick, then swallowed him as far as I could. Anthony robotically moved his hips back and forth, nearly choking me. He moved his head down to look at his dick in my mouth, and his eyebrows furrowed before he turned his head back up to the sky. His thighs were virginally pale, and I couldn’t help but pull at the small curly hairs that covered them. That didn’t keep him from his automatic frenzy – he just took my hands with his and held them up against the tree as he slid his dick in and out of my mouth.

He groaned, and sped up his pace. He was in control and I was stuck between his body and the tree. I was being used by a sexy man with a perfect dick. All I could do was moan as my pussy dripped. I couldn’t even touch myself while Anthony held my hands above me. I tried to wiggle my arms away from his grasp, but he was so strong he probably didn’t even notice. My mouth and throat were getting tired, and my eyes were starting to tear up from gagging when he finally stopped his motion. His buried his dick in my throat as far as it would go for four seconds, then pulled out and rapidly stroked his dick as he spurted all over my face and into my mouth. It was like sugar. I wanted to feel it inside me.

Anthony walked me to the river, where he wiped the cum off my face with his hands and washed it off in the water.

He looked at me and said, “I’m sorry I got a little carried away. That’s not like me. If you come back tomorrow I’ll return the favor.”

“Perfect. That’s George’s day off.”

***

The next morning, I got up while George was still sleeping and put on my sluttiest bikini under a pink sundress. I left without making a sound. The night before, George came back late at night and said he heard that I went kayaking. I nodded and he was so preoccupied with explaining why he wasn’t at Kayak Challenge, that he didn’t think to suspect anything from me. I was completely safe.

It was a sunny day, so there were several customers even in the morning. Anthony was busy, and I waited outside for half an hour before he came outside apologetically.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ll be able to do a private tour today. But maybe you can come by at 5:00 when the place is closed?”

“We’ll see about that,” I said.

“Please? I’ll be waiting for you. I want to feel your wet pussy squeezing my joystick.”

I laughed and walked to the truck, dropped my keys, and bent down, knowing he was watching and imagining his dick ramming me from behind.

I drove home and George was still sleeping. If Anthony wasn’t available, at least George was. I hopped onto the bed, removed the blankets from George’s body, and rubbed his dick through his boxers. George’s dick was ridiculously big. I almost couldn’t enjoy sex with him, almost. I tickled his balls, then his etiler rus escort stomach, and his neck. He flinched and his eyes opened.

“Hey,” he said nonchalantly. “Whatcha doin?”

“I’m playing with your joystick. Want to play with me?”

“Mmmm… yes I do,” he said groggily. “Turn around so I can touch you.”

I turned sideways with my face to his dick, and he started rubbing my pussy with two fingers. I slipped his boxers off and licked the tip of his dick several times until he whined.

“Easy, babe.”

I loved making him complain. I licked his dick all over and stroked it with my hands. It was my favorite work out, and very effective. This dick needed a lot of work before it got hard. I pulled up and down, then twisted with both hands. I sucked his balls and bit his thighs, then kissed his shaft with my wet lips. I imagined Anthony fucking my mouth, and I dripped all over George’s fingers. He stuck his middle finger in my pussy while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. His hands were so rough, just like his penis.

I took his hands and showed him that I wanted it gentle. Fast but gentle. He likes how I take control. His dick finally got hard. I sucked on the tip, and teased him by softly licking him. He arched his back to gain access to my mouth, but he was a naughty boy. I needed to punish him. His dick bobbed left and right.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered. He was enjoying this. I followed my command. I took a bandana from the dresser and blindfolded him, then slapped his butt as hard as I could.

“You’ve been a bad boy haven’t you?”

“Yes, babe.” He smiled.

I slapped his butt again. “Now get on your back.”

I shoved him so he would hurry up, then I slowly bent down to push his dick into my pussy. It was too big, as always. I forced myself to sit on top of his dick, then slapped him for smiling. I removed the blindfolds, and he grabbed my hips to pull me down. Since his dick wouldn’t fit in that position, he pushed me off and moved on top of me. He rolled me onto my stomach, and inserted his dick with his hands, feeling for my tight opening. He rammed it in, and it was all the pain I could take. I flinched and got to my knees.

“Oww, please don’t hurt me. It’s too much right now.”

“Are you serious?” he asked, and sat back to look at me.

“Sorry.”

He got up and walked into the living room, and I followed to apologize. But he was putting a porno into the dvd player, so it seemed he wasn’t too disappointed. Then he looked back at me and waved me over to sit next to him.

The porno started, and he fast forwarded to the action. I hadn’t seen this one, so I sat back, held my hand in fingering position, and watched. George was already stroking away at his fat cock. I loved watching men masturbate. So fast and determined. Even the laziest man will beat his meat as if his life depends on it.

On the tv, a busty blonde woman screamed as a dick entered her pussy from behind. Another blonde woman was lying down under her squeezing her juicy, rubbery boobs. The man’s face wasn’t showing. I couldn’t masturbate to a porno if I couldn’t see the man’s face. But the women did turn me on somehow. The way they posed like cats in heat, they way their faces were trained to look like they were in pain yet still enjoying it. Most of all I loved how they stared at each other. I waited anxiously for them to touch lips.

“Ungh! Uhh! Uhhhh!” the man’s voice grunted as the screen showed him pulling his dick out and squirting over the women’s faces. The two blondes licked the dick in unison, from the shaft to the tip, meeting with a long kiss.

“Oohhhh…” I whispered as I came all over my fingers.

George’s eyes were no longer on etiler türbanlı escort the tv, they were on me. I gave him a show, arching my pussy up and down against my hand as I licked my finger and moaned.

George’s dick was shiny and red as he increased his pace. I put two fingers in my wet pussy and moved them in and out slowly so he could see how tight I was.

“Fuck…” he groaned. White cum came spurting in all directions, hitting my hair, his face, and the ceiling.

“Fuck,” he said again as he recovered.

***

I had my orgasm but I needed cock in my pussy. Not George’s fat porno star cock, but a human dick that could make me scream in joy rather than in pain. I decided I would go to see Anthony at 5:00. I told George I had some errands to run and rushed out of the house before he could object.

Since it was only 3:00, I went to buy some stunning lingerie at the local village.

A young woman in her twenties was working at the store, and she offered her help if I ever needed anything. She was a cute woman, and very innocent looking.

“So what brought you to this store?” I asked.

After a pause she replied, “well it pays pretty good, and I’m fine working anywhere really.”

“Really?” I asked, intrusively. I smirked to her as I moved on to find the perfect bra and panties for me. There was a dark green bra with a matching thong in size B 36, just my size.

“May I try this on?” I asked.

“Sure, would you like to be fitted first? You know breast sizes change all the time.”

“Oh, sure then. Thank you.” I was getting excited.

She brought her tape measure and wrapped it around my waist.

“Exhale please.”

I exhaled, blowing her bangs and making her blink. Then she wrapped the tape around to my nipples. God, I wanted her to touch them harder.

“It seems you are actually a C, but if you want to try that on it’s up to you. I can go find you that bra in size C while you change.”

“I’d like that, thank you.”

I went into the dressing room and removed my clothes. I tried on the bra, and just as she predicted, it was tight. My boobs were bulging out. But I wondered if that added an element of sexiness to the apparel. I put on the matching thong, then thought I should ask the expert for some advice. I waited for her to come back.

As soon as I heard her footsteps, I opened the door.

“What do you think?” I asked innocently. “Is it too tight?”

She wasn’t shocked at all. Instead she said assertively, “Turn around.”

Then I felt her hand on my shoulder. “When the bra is too tight, it puts tension on your neck and shoulders. Here, try on this one. It’s not the same color, but I think it will suit you.”

I was getting tired of her professionalism. Before she could leave the dressing room, I said, “Wait. I can’t get my bra loose. Can you help?”

Without a word she unbuckled the back of the bra. Immediately I took it off and faced her. She looked at me impatiently.

“Well? Aren’t you going to try on the bra?”

“So you aren’t into women?”

“This is work. You know there are cameras here? If you want to play around, this isn’t the place.”

“But I’m so wet…” I whispered.

She looked at me critically and took my hand. She led me to the supply room, pushed me against the wall and grabbed my ass with one hand, and my boob with the other. She kissed me gently, barely touching my lips.

Outside, we could hear someone come into the store.

“Damn, this is all I have time for. I’ll distract them while you get your clothes. Take the bra in C. I’m telling you, your lover will be drooling for you. You can pay me back later.”

I ran into the dressing room and saw a dark red bra with a matching thong, and next to it was a red corset with a pair of black leggings. I tried on the bra and thong, and they fit comfortably. I decided I would try the corset another time. I put my clothes on over my lingerie, and innocently walked out the front door waving to innocent girl with a naughty dark side I had to uncover one day.

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My story begins, when I was just Eighteen years old, my name is Valerie. Everyone calls me Val, I had recently left school, I did not get very good grades from my school exams. I looked for work, and could only get a job as a server, part time at the local pub.

I went to seek advice from my former headmaster, at my old school. He suggested, because I had narrowly failed a couple of subjects, his advice was, that I go into the local college and try my exams again. I signed up for another year of education, at the local College.

I found a newspaper round, which paid me over nineteen pounds a week, with the money from the part time pub job I could save for my clothes and other stuff, as well as taking my education that important one step further.

The paper round took me all through the village; I enjoyed the early mornings. I did not have regular boy friend, although I had, had sex once or twice. Everyone commented on my figure, even my stepfather Mike. He was always groping me, and tickling me.

When I was younger, it was fun, but now it was making me feel somewhat funny inside, I found I like the pressing of his hands in certain places.

One of the extra earners I could make on the paper round was collecting the money, because we lived in a village it was better for the shop to have the money collected.

On Saturday mornings, I would first deliver the papers. Quite a few customers left the money at the door for me to pick up, and then when I had finished the round, I would go backwards around the same delivery route and pick up the money from the ones who had not left their money out.

One Saturday, I had finished collecting the money, I took elmadağ escort it to the shop, and paid it in. I see Holly Bush Cottage has not paid his money yet Val? Mrs Brooks remarked.

Mr Price is always out walking his dog, so I don’t see him every collecting day. I replied. Well he is four weeks late, if he does not pay next week, I will stop his papers, Mrs Brooks said a little angry.

I left the shop with my pay and was walking back home, Holly Bush cottage was at the top of the cul-de-sac, and it was beginning to rain.

I thought, perhaps I would call at Holly Bush, to see if Mr Price was back, and collect the money. As I walked up the lane of the cul-de-sac, the rain got a lot heavier. I ran up the path and rang the bell; I heard the dog Bark, and I was going to leave, as there was no answer.

I turned to go, and the door opened, a very wet blonde-headed man peered around the door. Can I help you he asked a little out of breath?

I have come for the paper money, I replied. Gosh, you are getting wet, he said back to me. Please come in, and I will go and get it for you.

He opened the door, and I could see he had a towel wrapped around his waist. Sorry, he pointed to his towel I was in the shower, wait a moment until I put something more decent on.

With that he scampered up the stairs, his body was not bad at all I thought, he had a very tanned body, and it was there in all the right places.

What am I thinking I said to myself, he came down the stairs again in a long white towelling robe. As he walked passed me, he smelled of fresh soap and eu-de-colgne. He came back with a ten pound note, he handed esenyurt escort it to me, as he did it flittered to the floor.

We both bent down together, his robe opened and I could see his manhood, right before my eyes.

He sort of, grabbed his robe and tried to pull it together, as he did he fell backwards, and the robe flew wide open.

I tried to grab him to stop him falling over, and I toppled onto him.

We both said sorry, at the same time. The both of us burst out laughing, his manhood was semi erect, and he was pointing at my chest.

As I looked down, I saw that my blouse had burst open and my right boob was visible. I never wear a bra, and now I was wishing I did.

He stood over me, his member swinging in front of my face, he offered me his hand to pull me up from the floor, but my hand reached out to fondle his erect cock.

He stood stock still, as I wrapped my fingers around the massive girth of his now bursting erection.

He gulped in air; I could feel the blood spurting inside his massive cock. I began to jerk my hand up and down the turgidly thick shaft, he shrugged his robe off standing before me stark naked.

His lips curled over his teeth suck my cock, he growled.

I could not believe that I was going to put this monster in my mouth; I nibbled the tip of his cock, and then licked the top. It tasted salty, but it was nice. My body reacted, I could feel my sex was beginning to get wet, my nipples ached and grew like stalks.

He placed his hands on my head, pushing my head down onto his shaft. His monster cock was inside my mouth, its head at the back of my throat.

I etiler anal yapan escort gagged, and then I automatically clamped my mouth around his cock and sucked it. The solid muscle in my mouth rippled, and grew as I sucked it.

He groaned aloud, I felt his hand under my arms, as he lifted me up in front of him. He closed his mouth over mine, and our tongues joined in a tangle of juices.

I felt his hands pull my blouse away; he held my breasts tweaking the nipples. My legs buckled a little, as his hands tugged my skirt down, along with my panties.

We fell to the floor; in a tangle, he opened my legs wide. I saw his massive cock, as he took it in his hand and guided it into my wet inviting sex.

My body began to buck and gyrate immediately, as he sank his cock inside me.

His balls slapped my thighs, as he pulled out, then rammed back into my wet and throbbing pouch.

We seemed to go on forever; my mind was alive with flashes of light and sensations I had never had before.

Suddenly, like a bolt of lighting, my juices poured out of my pouch, and my body was racked with the most sensational convulsions, that I had ever experienced.

Through the mists, of this feast of sheer enjoyment, I heard him groaning and shaking, then I felt his seed burst deep into my body.

This seemed almost like a catalyst, of the first bomb ever to explode inside my body. It went on forever, and I did not want it to stop.

Coming out of a surprisingly long relaxed sleep, which felt like days, in fact was only a few minutes. I knew that I had experienced my first orgasm, more importantly; I had given a man an orgasm at the same time.

We were both a little awkward at first, and then we could not stop talking about how we came to be fucking on the floor.

After all I had only popped in for the paper money, I am sure that I will be collecting in person, and more often from this house.

Watch out for more revelations to come?

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I want to start off saying that I love enjoying what I do and the benefits that I have received from it. We have been living in this apartment building for quite a few years and have enjoyed it from the beginning. My parents, myself, and my brother are very easy going people and we make the most out of any situation that comes around. My neighbors are super nice and very energetic. We used to have another couple but I like our new neighbors better. We finished High School and invited our neighbors for a graduation dinner with the family. We have a laundry room on the other side of our apartment which makes it easy to do laundry when needed. Mind you these machines are old but works just the same.

The best thing about our apartment is my bedroom and sharing a wall with our neighbors master bedroom. One night they were getting frisky and started humping each other quite rapidly because before I knew it, my pictures I have hanging on my back wall was shaking in rhythm with each and every thrust. This lasted about 10 minutes and things got quiet. I guess they were changing positions because they started back up again. This time though my bed started to shake. It wasn’t an earthquake shake but I still felt it and of course it woke up need to start stroking.

After a little while I heard a knock on my bedroom door and then my mother came in wondering what I was doing. She told me that the entire apartment was shaking and to knock it off. After she said that, she noticed it wasn’t me but also noticed I was butt naked with my boner acting like a seismic meter from our neighbors continuing thrusting. She turned bright red and said sorry for intruding and left.

The neighbors continued for quite a while and I enjoyed every last bostancı escort moment except I think our neighbors heard me as well since I was going at it myself. I heard on the other side of the wall that they want to give me something soon but never told me what it was. I said ok and left it as that.

Saturday came around and I heard a knock at the door. I went to go answer it and there our neighbors were standing there with two brackets of some sort. They also had a tape measure and a drill. I asked what was all that and they explained this was a gift for me. They went to my bedroom and asked me to help them pull the bed from the wall. I was so confused at this point and let them continue. They drilled two holes through the wall and pushed the poles with brackets through the holes they made. Then they attached the brackets to my bed. I asked what was that for and all they did was smile. Shortly after they left and at this point I was confused as I can be.

I had homework to do so I took my shower and put on the looses clothes I can find to get comfortable with. I sat on my bed and started to do what I had to complete today. Shortly after, I noticed the bed jiggling a lot more then what was happening when my neighbors were pounding each other. I first thought they were attaching something to the poles and then my suspicion was wrong. They already attached what needed to be attached and my bed was shaking and bouncing like a 9.0 earthquake.

At this point, I was already in the zone and hard as a steel rod. I didn’t want to take my shorts off since my parents will be home shortly and I need to help unload everything. I got so wet in my shorts just from the constant shaking of my bed I thought for çeliktepe escort sure I was going to splurge when I heard a knock on my door to come and help. I was thinking here I am with a boner that won’t go down getting ready to cum and my parents want me to help with the groceries.

I got out of the room and tried to hide my boner as much as I could and started unloading everything. I quickly finished about 10 minutes flat and my parents looked at me like I was crazy. They asked me if there was any problems and I looked up asking why do you ask? They looked down in my shorts and I noticed I was soaked with pre-cum. I was so embarrassed and went to my room.

I got back on the bed and our neighbors were still going at it. About ten minutes later my bedroom door opened up and my father came in. I was butt naked, my bed was shaking crazy, and my boner was flopping like a palm tree in a hurricane. My father asked what was going on and I told them that our neighbors are at it pretty hard today. I explained to my dad that sometimes it is pretty easy and other times they go at it hard. He sat down on the bed while all this was going on and said no worries. This is perfectly normal for this age.

In my mind while he was talking and I was getting ready to explode all over the place, I was thinking right dad as though I already knew all of this. He then left and I didn’t hear from them until dinner. Luckily our neighbors finally finished giving me orgasms. Dinner time came around and my parents called me and my brother to the table. The food was good and a weird comment came out of my mother’s mouth. She told me my dad told her everything that happened and I am old enough to make my own decisions. cihangir escort She said that I can wear or not wear anything I wanted to while in the home.

I was so confused on that comment until my dad explained what she meant. Basically if me and my brother wanted to walk around naked that we can. Both me and my brother looked at each other with a grin and nodded. That night my parents turned on the tv and turned down the lights to watch a good movie. All we were wearing was silk boxers and nothing else. We got on the couch and the movie started.

About twenty minutes into the movie I noticed my dad started to shake his legs. Both of my parents have restless leg syndrome and doesn’t take long for the couch to start bouncing. My mother followed along and besides the couch bouncing, the difference of shaking was causing the couch to jerk as well. I quickly got aroused thinking about our neighbors shaking my bed and got really stiff. I also noticed my brother was having the same problem next to me. Dad looked at us and seen our awkward stares and told us if we want to take our shorts off to go ahead. This is what we meant by wearing what ever you want. I was reluctant but with the bouncing, I wouldn’t last long.

I took my shorts off sitting on the couch with my cock bouncing around and my brother became brave and did the same thing. During the entire movie the shaking continued and by the time the movie was done, we were both soaked. My mom looked over and asked how was it? I was dumb founded by the question and she asked if we were more comfortable naked? I looked at my brother and we both looked back and said yes it was.. together in sync.

That night I went to bed from all the excitement today and very thankful of the changes within our home and outside of our home. We both stayed naked unless we went outside and I finally told my brother how all of this came about. That morning around six, our neighbors came up for another round and many times after that. I never regretted the gift our neighbors have given me.

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Throughout my whole life my parents told me about my half-sister, Jennifer. She’s from a previous marriage of my dad’s and although I always here about her, I’ve never actually met her because for some reason my dad didn’t want me to. I wanted to find out who my sister was but I didn’t think that I ever would. But with technology nowadays, things change. One night, I was online in my off-campus apartment and I found an email look-up directory. I figured that I would try it out, see if I could get an address. So I put in her name and as state she lived in (as far as I knew she was still in California). I waited a few seconds for the results to come up and when they did I only got one result back. Staring at my screen I was wondering if I should send this person an email. After debating for a half hour I decided to go for it. But now what was I going to say? Think, what can you say to make it look like you’re actually trying to find a long lost sister and not look like a cyber stalker? I decided to just start typing.

HELLO, MY NAME IS JOHN GREENE, THE SON OF LOUIS AND MARY GREENE. I KNOW THAT THIS MAY SOUND WEIRD BUT I’M LOOKING FOR LOUIS’S DAUGHTER FROM HIS FIRST MARRIAGE AND I WAS WONDERING IF IT WAS YOU.

I went on to add a little more detail and where we live so she could have a better understanding of the situation. I didn’t even look it over because I knew that if I did it would look horrible so I just pushed send and waited for a reply. A couple of days passed before I got one. I opened the email, expecting a reply saying that it was the wrong person. I was shocked when it said:

DEAR JOHN, FROM WHAT YOU SAID IN YOUR EMAIL IT SOUNDS AS IF YOU FOUND THE RIGHT PERSON. GIVE ME A CALL SOMTIME AFTER 7:00 TONIGHT SO WE COULD TALK SOME MORE.

Her number was as the bottom of the mail so I jotted it down. Wow, I thought, I found my sister, this is so cool. Okay, so, call after seven, talk about the last twenty years, maybe set a day to meet up. What time is it now? 3:55! Oh shit, I still have one last class!

* * *

After finishing up my last class of the day, which I was late to, I decided to go the library to study for an upcoming test, and also to kill time. When 7:30 rolled around I decided to pack it up and head back to my apartment. I put my backpack away and found my sister’s phone number. Nervously I dialed the number. After ringing three times, someone picked up. I just knew that it was her. We talked for hours, like siblings who haven’t spoken in only one year, but we had twenty years to catch up on. Around eleven I realized that I had to wake up early in the morning. I told her so but she had one last thing.

“What’s you address, John? I want to come see you.” Well that was kind of a surprise. I gave it to her and then what she said next was really surprising. “Okay, I’ll be there this weekend. Bye, Johnny.” Well, I’ll see her this weekend.

* * *

During our conversation I found out that she lives in Berkeley. With me living in Fresno I figured that it wouldn’t be until the afternoon that I saw her. So I got up early (on a Saturday mind you) and fixed up my place as best I could. About a quarter to one I heard a knocking on my door. I opened it up and there stood the vision of beauty. Five-foot-nine, light brown hair, ice blue eyes, and a set of tits to be sucked on forever, a nice 34B if I had to guess. In case you’re wondering, yes I got an instant hard-on, and the first thing she did was wrap her arms around me in a big hug, which I’m sure just pressed my hard-on against her thigh.

“Oh my God, so you’re my little brother? You don’t look so little to me.” She said looking me up and down, noticing my bulge, I’m sure.

“Yup, that’s me, the, little, brother.” I couldn’t focus anymore. I loud voice in my head was saying, “This chick is fucking hot!” And then another one threw in it’s opinion, “Numbnuts, she’s your sister.” We spent the rest of the afternoon continuing on our phone conversation. Before we knew it, night had fallen and it was time to eat. We went out to a decent steakhouse and then went back to my place. We walked in the door and as she went to sit down on the couch, I brought with me a couple of beers out of the refrigerator. We watched television together as we both put away the beers. Around midnight after putting away a 12 pack (and a couple shots of Jack to go along with it) we both decided that it was time for bed, get an early start on the next day. Being the gentleman that I was, I let her sleep in my bed while I slept on the couch. After showing her around, in case she needed something during the night, she asked me if I had an extra blanket in case it got really cold at night. Saying that I did, I went to the hall closet to get one of my spare blankets. I couldn’t have been gone for more than fifteen seconds, but that was enough to give me the surprise of my life when I got back. Standing in the doorway, I saw my “new” sister. In fact, I saw all of her. How the hell did she get undressed etiler bdsm escort so fast?

Upon regaining some control back I asked her, “What are you doing?”

“Well, while we sitting on the couch, drinking away, I just got so fucking horny. Are you saying that you don’t want me little brother? Cause if you do, I know that you’re full of shit. I saw your eyes pop out the first time you saw me, and you haven’t been able to take your eyes off of me yet.”

“But we can’t do anything like this. I’m your brother.”

“Half-brother,” like that made it any better. “And besides, in my mind you’ve only been my brother for a day now. Last week I could have met you in a bar, taken you home and fucked you all night long. Would you have been objecting then?”

“I guess not.” I wouldn’t have either, and in my somewhat impaired state I couldn’t help but see her logic.

“Good, now, why don’t come over here and sit next to me.” Mindlessly I did what she told me to. Here I was, sitting next to my naked sister, and all I could think of was that I was going to get some pussy. She took my left hand and placed it on her left breast while moving her lips closer to my own. As our lips moved closer I couldn’t but take a little bit of initiative and start squeezing and fondling my sister’s breast. When our lips met, it was like no kiss I had ever felt. Sure I’ve kissed a lot of girls, but this felt a hundred times better than any of those, probably because of who it was. With our lips still locked, I lay down on my bed and pulled Jennifer on top of me, meanwhile I moved both hands to her breasts and squeezed for all they were worth. We kissed for minutes, never seeming to come up for air, my hands on her tits, her hands undoing my belt and my fly, and reaching in to stroke my enlarging cock, all the while, all my resistance was fading away.

Jennifer broke the kiss so she could ask me, “So, are you horny enough to fuck me now, or do you still want to fight it?”

“I think that I’m ready to fuck,” and to prove my point I rolled our embracing bodies over so that she was the one laying on her back, and I moved my mouth towards her ever inviting breasts. Placing my mouth over the left and my hand on the right I started to thoroughly enjoy her soft mounds of flesh. Not only was I enjoying the moment, but also she moaned her approval and ran her fingers through my hair as I spent my sweet time on the pair of beautiful tits in front of me.

When I had tasted enough of her left breast I did the only logical thing and moved my mouth over to her right one, as well as play with the breast my mouth had just left. I switched back and forth for about thirty minutes. If it’s one thing I love it sucking on a good pair of tits. Since these tits belonged to my sister, that made it all the better. But, everybody has to move on at some point at there life, and this was no exception. Jennifer had to forcefully pull my away from her inviting nipple to tell me, “Johnny, honey, I can see that you love my tits, but don’t you think that you might want to move on to my pussy?” I had to agree with her and nodded my head. “Good, glad you see it my way. The only problem is, I’m already completely naked while you seem to have your clothes on.” Realizing her point I blushed just a little. I was fully clothed, except for when she first unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. Surprisingly, when I stood up to take off my clothes, Jennifer sat up on the bed. When she saw the puzzled look on my face she said, “I thought that I would give you a little motivation. Just take your clothes off and you’ll understand.”

I reached for the bottom of my shirt and when I started to pull it up, I understood what she meant. Jennifer reached for my hardened cock and started stroking it as well as kissing the tip. This made me stop right there and when she saw this, she stopped her motion too. “I thought I told you to take off your clothes. If I don’t see some skin soon mister you’re not going to have the pleasure of watching your big, hard cock sink into my hot pussy.” Well, gotta do what you gotta do. When I started taking off my shirt again, she kept her word and started stroking again. Throwing my shirt aside I moved toward my belt, but Jennifer slapped my hand away. “I’ll worry about that young man.”

“But how,” I replied, “one hand’s stoking my cock, and the other’s on my balls.”

“I guess that I’m going to have to go hands free on your dick.” That could only leave one thing, and I wasn’t disappointed. Reaching my belt, my sister moved her mouth towards my hard-as-a-rock cock and let me tell you that it felt fucking great. I hadn’t had lips wrapped around my dick since my last girlfriend; my current girlfriend won’t do blowjobs. Oh shit, I forget I had a girlfriend. If she finds this out I’m fucking dead. Oh well, I have to enjoy this while I can, back to the situation at hand. Hey, how did she get my pants off? I have to start paying more etiler elit escort attention.

“You have a very yummy cock, Johnny, does it feel good when I wrap my lips around it?”

“It feels fucking great.”

“I bet you want me to make you cum, don’t you?”

“You bet I do.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at my eagerness. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum. But it won’t be my mouth that does it. I’m afraid that you’re just going to have to fuck me and fuck me hard until you’re ready to cum.”

“Does this mean no more blowjob?” the disappointment obvious in my voice.

“I didn’t say that, I said that I wasn’t going to suck the cum out of you. Come here and sit on the edge of the bed.” Doing what I was told I’m sure my dick grew another inch or two. I sat down on the bed and Jennifer knelt between my knees on the ground. “Now just lie back and enjoy this.” I was enjoying this from the start; she didn’t have to tell me to have fun. I did what she wanted and laid back and started to relax. I found out from my last girlfriend that if I didn’t think about it too much I would enjoy it so much more. So I let Jennifer do her thing and that thing was wrapping for full lips over my hard cock and bob up and down while slightly stoking it and fondling my balls with her other hand. As she was blowing me I could see her hair bounce and it turned me on even more. I reached my hand down and started running my fingers through her hair. What a lovely sight this was, me lying flat on my back with a sister that I had never met until today giving me the best head of my life. This made me realize that I hadn’t fucked my girlfriend in quite some time and even though Jennifer had only been sucking my dick for no more than five minutes I was ready to blow.

Oh well, I figure that I’ll just enjoy this while I can and right when I blow my wad I’ll let her know, just so she doesn’t wind up with a mouth of jizz. I could feel it, the cum moving through my body. The best blowjob ever was about to end but I could tell it would be a great orgasm. My body started to tense up, and then, and then, and then, she stopped? “I told you that you weren’t going to cum like that.”

“But how did you…”

“Know you were about to cum?” I just nodded. “I’ve sucked a lot of dick in my time, even licked some pussy but that’s a story for another time. Anyway, I’ve made guys come before and I know when they’re about to. I don’t think your not telling me was accidental, but I applaud your attempt at deception.” With that she held her arms out as if to say, “Help me up” which I did and she subsequently proceeded to sort of jump onto my sprawled body and commence a kiss better than the one before. Rolling off of me on onto her side she looked into my eyes and started stroking me again. The orgasm wasn’t coming soon she figured, she was right. “So, you’re a good looking young man, I know you’ve have sex before.” I nodded in agreement. “What comes next in Johnny Greene’s sex plan?”

“Some pussy licking,” I responded, half asking.

“Ummmmm, that sounds like a good idea. Let me just get in position for you.” With that she gave another kiss and moved the head of bed. “But first, you have to start at the top and work your way day, so come here and kiss me,” she said, motioning with her finger. Who was I to resist and say no. I crawled to her position and lay down on top of her. I gave her a very passionate kiss and slithered down her body.

“So I’m back here,” I said reaching her chest and taking a breast in each hand. This made her giggle again. I liked to hear her giggle like that but I love to hear her moan even more, which she was doing when I started playing with her tits. Like before I started licking one and squeezing the other, then switching. I was switching faster this time but not at a blistering pace.

“You just love a girl’s tits don’t you?”

“I certainly do.” No shit, I only spent about an hour with her tits alone. But the true prize was ahead of me. I had to pull myself away from her breasts, but I cant go cold turkey. So still with two handfuls, I made like I was going to go straight down to her pussy. But when I reached her lovely navel, I kiss my way back up to her left breast. I didn’t stay however, much to her surprise, instead I moved on to the side of breast and of her torso. Kissing and licking my way down to her hips, I moved my way across to her other side and kissed my way up and then other to her right breast. I could see this was having a positive effect since Jennifer was squirming around and moaning more than before.

From her right breast I started moving my way down again, past navel, past her pussy hair (which was trimmed in a triangle pointing to her pussy as if to say “Bring it here”) and there in front of my was the true prize. This had to be the most perfect looking pussy I’ve ever seen. This is where I really have to impress her. Well, no time like the present. I lightly licked at etiler escort her pussy, such a light touch that I barely might contact. I must have felt like a feather tickling at her pussy because she moaned loudly, but different from before. This was a true ecstasy moan. Not wanting to move away from results, I kept at what I was doing. Moving up and down, left to right, making shapes, drawing out the alphabet forwards and then backwards. It made Jennifer writhe around on the bed in sheer pleasure, running her fingers through my hair, telling me not to stop. I couldn’t, I didn’t want too. I found it more satisfying to bring my sister to orgasm than any girlfriend I had now or ever. I continued licking her pussy, only with a little more pressure and taking my fingers, spreading her delicious pussy wide open so I could lick her inner pussy walls.

“Oh, Johnny, don’t stop, this feels so fucking good, uh, oh baby, I’ve never had anyone lick my pussy like this before. Ooooo, I can feel it inside me. You’re going to make me cum baby, you’re going to make me cum.” I couldn’t stop now if I wanted to. My one mission in life was to make my sister cum and spread her juices all over my face. I decided it was time to put her out of her misery and into contentment. I found her clit and started flicking it with my tongue meanwhile using my middle finger to fuck her. This was sending her over, she grabbed my hair and started screaming, “Oh, Johnny, this is it baby, you’re going to make me cum all over your face. You’re going to make me cum, you’re going to make me cum, you’re making me cum, you’re making me cum, I’m cumming baby, oh baby, I’m cumming, I’m cumming so hard.” After she was done screaming I lifted my head from her hot, and now very moist pussy and started moving up the bed, toward her head.

Jennifer was lying there with her arms wrapped around her body as if she was giving herself a big hug, gasping for breath, eyes closed, and a big smile plastered on her face. I lay next to her and moved in for a kiss, not only so I could taste her lips again, but so she could also get a taste of her delicious pussy juices. “That, was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had in my life,” she said and gave me a quick kiss. “I’m glad that you were the one to give it to me.”

“I’m glad that I could give it to you. I think that you screamed so loud that you woke the people in the apartment next to me.”

“Oh well, fuck ’em, I’m having my fun.” I wish that I could fuck them. My neighbors were a hot lesbian couple. You never know, maybe someday. I mean if I could fuck my sister then why not them? “So,” Jennifer started, having to once again bring me back to reality, “you gave me a great orgasm, I think it’s time I return the favor. Is that beautiful, delicious cock of yours still hard?” That was a stupid question. It’s been hard since I first saw her. When I told her it was she said, “Well why don’t you bring it to my mouth, it’s probably all dried up from when I last had it in my mouth.” I complied and kneeled next to her head, presenting my dick to her. She took it into her mouth and proceeded to suck on it, no stroking with her hand, just some mouth work. Not wanting to sit (or kneel) idly by, I put my right hand to work by placing it on her breast and play with it some more. This got a nice chuckle out of Jennifer (once she pulled my dick out of her mouth so that she could chuckle) and another comment of how I can’t stay away from her tits.

After a few minutes of mutual pleasuring, Jennifer decided it was time to get down to some serious business. She took my dick out of her mouth and pulled it toward pussy, gently so as not to hurt me. Once she lead me to the classic missionary position, my sister proceeded to guide my cock again, this time it was headed right for her glorious pussy. Once my cockhead had penetrated her body she let go of me and placed her hands where I wanted mine to be, her tits. I slid in slowly. I remember what she told me about having sex with quite a few guys so I was sure that my seven inches was nothing that she couldn’t handle but still, I wanted to slide in gently. I got about three inches in then started to pull out. I wanted to fuck with just those three inches to get her warmed up. I a few thrusts I looked into her eyes and I could tell that she knew exactly what I was doing. And she loved it.

“I can see you know how to get a woman started. I knew that you knew what you were doing. But you don’t have to be gentle with me. Go ahead and give me all you got baby.” As a response I bent down to kiss her again. I made sure to kiss her hard because I shoved the rest of my cock into her as fast as I could without warning. Our kissing muffled a yelp, or it could have been a scream if our lips weren’t attached. I let Jennifer up for air and then she let me have it. “You son of a bitch, I knew I said you don’t have to be gentle but I wasn’t expecting that,” she said playfully scolding me. “Now be a man and fuck me, let’s see if you can make me cum again.” I didn’t want to disappoint, but I also didn’t want it to be over too soon. I pulled out then pushed in, slowly. I didn’t want to fuck to hard and be done with it. So I fucked her slowly, pushing in and pulling it out. I could tell that even though Jennifer told me to be rough, she was enjoying this.

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

*****

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

After a surprisingly short walk, we exited the park and reached my new friend’s apartment. On the way there, I had made sure to walk half a step behind the beautiful jogger. This made it possible for me to get an unrestricted view of her firm butt and I almost gave in to the powerful fantasy I felt grow within me. Knowing it was the worst possible time to daydream, I focused on anything but her flawless appearance. Luckily, it was not long before we left the park and reached her residence. Unfortunately, there was something—or rather someone—there who would make it impossible for me to resist the powerful fantasy that would soon assault me.

But before any of that happened, we made it all the way into the beautiful jogger’s apartment. I was led to the living room and asked to remain there while she fetched the first aid kit. Of course, the second she left, I rolled my eyes. After all, my injury was nothing more than a scrape and only half a dozen drops of blood had escaped my body. Still, the thought having the barely-legal beauty touch me convinced me to play the part of the injured patient, letting her play doctor. Unfortunately, the kinky events I was dreaming up never came to fruition. At least, not in the way I thought.

Moments after she left me sitting on the living room couch, I heard voices echo from the adjacent room. My first through was that she had a roommate and I immediately found myself picturing a beautiful young woman. However, I was totally wrong. At least when it şişli elit escort came to the roommate part of the equation.

“Wow!” I could not help but gasp beneath my breath as I saw a breathtaking woman stroll into the living room. It was not the young jogger, but her great beauty and surprisingly similar features made it clear they were related. Although she looked more to be in her late twenties, I had no trouble identifying her as the busty jogger’s mother.

“So that’s where she gets her beauty from,” I realized. However, that was all I had time to figure out before the mother came to join me on the couch. Quickly introducing herself, she took a seat beside me and asked to see my hand. Eager to please her, I outstretched my hand. But that was all I had time to do before her great beauty and similarity to her daughter forced a powerful fantasy grow within me. However, the massive waves of arousal that washed over me made it almost impossible for me to realize I had been swallowed up by the fantasy world.

Because of this, I did not act as harshly as I had when fantasizing about the MILF’s daughter. Instead, I continued acting as I would have in real life, with the small difference that I came up with a plan to seduce the gorgeous mother beside me.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” I assured the obviously worried parent. It was an attempt to diffuse the rather tense situation. Unfortunately, it did nothing to faze the beautiful woman. Quite the opposite.

“Let me help,” she said, “I’ll take care of everything.” As reassuring as the words were, her true intensions were made obvious by the sensual voice she used to say them. In an attempt to prove my suspicions, I peered into her eyes. Unfortunately, I barely had time to find them filled with arousal. Fortunately, that was only because she pulled me in for a passionate kiss.

“Mmm?!” I moaned in a mixture of surprise and arousal as I felt her tongue slither past my lips. Because I knew the woman’s daughter was in the adjacent room, I experienced a moment of hesitation. That is, until I realized the danger of it all made the already lustful situation şişli escort that much more enticing.

Less than a second later, I had given in to the massive amounts of arousal that coursed through my veins and we shared one of the most passionate kisses of my life.

Unfortunately, the blissful feeling was not meant to last. The moment our lips parted, I felt an overwhelming feeling of guilt. Although I knew it was only a fantasy, I could not help but feel like I was betraying her daughter.

“Ma… maybe we shouldn’t do this,” I stuttered. However, my lover-to-be’s response was enough to convince me otherwise.

“I’ll take care of everything,” she said, moments after bringing a finger to her lips and sensually shushing me. “I’ll make it all better.” And with that, she reached out and slowly, teasingly started undressing me. I was not sure how to react, so I let her proceed.

As soon as I was completely naked, she grabbed my waist and guided my body to the lip of the couch. With her eyes firmly planted into mine, she put her hands on my knees and slowly spread my legs, revealing my pussy.

With a teasing smile, she broke eye contact and lowered her head until I could feel her hot breath on my engorged labia.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned softly as I felt her teasingly blow on my lower lips. Having given up on acting responsibly, I fully enjoyed the teasing and released soft moan after soft moan. However, my arousal was constantly rising and simple blowing soon became insufficient. Luckily, she soon switched to sensual kisses.

“Oh yes!” I moaned as I felt myself shiver with anticipation. Unfortunately, the teasing stopped after only a dozen kisses were applied. To make things even worse, she soon pulled away and got to her feet.

“Wh…” I started as I saw her stride away. However, the question died in my throat when I saw her reach the lamp stand that stood next to the couch. Opening the furniture’s only drawer, she reached in and pulled out…

“Wow!” I gasped when I found her holding a vibrator. Of course, I was a little surprised she would leave such an item just laying around, but forgot all about şişli eve gelen escort that when I realized the toy was rather massive. However, I never got a chance to figure out just how large it was because she hurried back to me, an eager expression plastered across her face.

Kneeling before me, she did not waste time before cranking the toy’s power to the max. Moments later, the tip was applied to my engorged labia. It ran up and down my cunt for a few moments before focusing on my clit.

A few blissful moans escaped me, but all this teasing soon started driving me wild. Still, I toughed it out as long as I could. When I could no longer bear it, I took charge.

“Slide it in!” I ordered.

An eager smile appeared on the MILF’s lips as she did just that.

“FUCK!” I moaned, much louder than I had anticipated.

Less than a second after penetration was achieved, the started furiously thrusting the toy in and out of me. However, her sudden change of attitude was not what surprised me. The most unexpected part came from one simple fact. And that fact was that the toy was not being propelled in and out of my soaking-wet pussy, but my tight asshole!

However, the surprise only lasted a few seconds. The fervent anal pounding had forced my arousal level to skyrocket and I could now feel a powerful orgasm grow within me.

“Oh yes!” I moaned, “Fuck me! Fuck my asshole!”

A proud smile appeared on the MILF’s lips as she did exactly as told. The eager rectal toying continued only for a few seconds before I felt the orgasm explode within me.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!” I moaned at the top of my lungs as I felt my pussy start to convulse.

Unfortunately, I only had a few brief moments to enjoy the intense orgasm before a voice snapped me back to reality.

“I’ve got the first aid kit,” said the voice. Of course, I was so shocked by the unexpected intrusion that it took me a few moments to figure out what was happening. Obviously, I quick glance at my surroundings told me the fantasy had come to an end. My fully clothed body and the barely-legal jogger’s presence in the living room helped prove this.

Focusing on the beautiful daughter, I watched her join us on the couch, first aid kit in hand. Of course, I felt disappointed as a result of the interrupted fantasy. However, seeing the two beautiful relatives side by side soon convinced me my fantasy-filled day was far from over…

To be concluded in Part 3…

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Erica stood outside the train station, waiting for Liam to pick her up. She stood on the side of the road, her bags sitting on the curb. Picking them up, she walked over to the bus bench, where she sat down, and placed her sunglasses on the top of her head.

She had to come visit her best bud Liam, whom she had not seen in almost three months. Luckily, she had managed to free enough time to spend a month with Liam. He had a place, just on the outskirts of town, where they would be spending their time and generally getting to relax. She had not been there before, but was looking forward to a lake and some sun and time to relax, which she had not had in months.

Erica crossed her legs, and leaned back, stretching in the early morning sun. Despite being only in the first half of June, it was a pleasantly warm morning. She closed her eyes, but opened them as she heard a car pull up, and a voice range out.

“Hey you. Sorry I’m late. Ready to head out?” Liam was sitting in his gold VW Jetta. While not new by any standard, it ran, and that was more than enough for him, and for Erica. He shut down the car, and got out, opening the back and then the passenger door so that Erica could get in. While she sat down and closed the door, He put her bags in the trunk.

Liam smiled as he looked through the back window at his friend and passenger. He had not seen her for a long time, since they had graduated from university, and while she had always been pretty, he had never noticed her looking quite this attractive. Despite the uncomfortable bulge in his pants, he looked at her, and then headed back around to his side of the car. Erica was the very definition of hot, and yet she was very classy at the same time. She was wearing stiletto heels, sandals that had a single broad strap across the toes, and a knee length skirt that was tight, and had a slit up the back that went halfway up the skirt. On top she was wearing a red halter. It consisted of a band that went under her breasts, with the two straps covering the covering the front and side of her breasts, and tying behind her neck. He noted with interest the expanse of back. The plunging neckline of the halter showed a not insignificant amount of cleavage. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but despite having perfectly sized breasts, they did not need any support at all.

Erica looked over as Liam smiled at her and pulled away from the side of the road. She had noticed the bulge in his pants, and was fairly sure it wasn’t just from the way the fabric folded when he sat. He had never been handsome, but definitely cute. Now he was dressed in a pair of loose jeans, runners, and a blue button up collared shirt that really showed off the blue of his eyes. His hair, formerly naturally blonde had changed colours over the time, and was now almost brown. While not as short as it used to be, it wasn’t out of control and sort of made him look handsome. And that bulge in his pants certainly didn’t hurt either. She nodded and looked over at Liam, as they drove out onto the highway. Smiling, the closed hey eyes, bringing her shades back over her eyes as he turned down the music, settling in for the hour long drive.

***

Erica woke up as they drove through, the gates, and was immediately taken back by what she saw. The house was absolutely huge, with at least three floors, and a 5-car garage. As she and Liam pulled in, Erica straightened her top, and got out as the car pulled to a stop.

Liam got out on the other side, and popped the trunk. Heading around to the back, he grabbed Erica’s trunks and brought them into the house. “Well do you want the grand tour?” he asked as he placed the bags down in the front entrance. “We have the place all to ourselves for the month, so we can do whatever he want”. He grinned, and started the tour.

He led Erica through the entire house, showing her the guest bedrooms on the third floor, then taking her down to the second floor where the game rooms were. Specially fitted, şişli grup yapan escort they had TVs covering almost every inch of all the walls and ceiling, with a bed in the middle and couches and other furniture spread around the room. From there, they went to the ground floor, the biggest floor in the house. On the western end of the house was the main living room and ballroom, a secondary kitchen; games room fitted with pool tables and a bar, and the general use indoor pool. Erica sighed as she saw the pool, and saw that there was a large hot tub in an alcove accessible through a narrow passage in the all on the right when you went into the room.

Liam smiled as he saw her amazement, and then led her to the other end of the house, on the rear of the house. “This is my bedroom”, He led the way into the main bedroom, and Erica’s previous sigh seemed like nothing compared to the gasp of surprised she emitted now. The master bedroom occupied most of the rear end of the house, Erica looked to her left, then to her right as she took it all in. There was a massive bed, at least a king, with a desk. However, it wasn’t the size of the room that was most impressive, it was the two ensuite rooms. On the one side, was a huge ensuite bathroom, with a large shower that could contain 5 or 6 people, with showerheads on four sides. There was also a large Jacuzzi, big enough for two people. The high points of the bathroom noted, Liam walked behind Erica as she headed towards the other passage. The sight beyond was more amazing. Another inside pool was in front of them, with glass walls and ceilings that let in natural light. There was a door in the glass, which led to the garden. Fortunately, tall cedars through which nobody could sneak bordered the section of garden. Along the tile wall opposite the garden was a bench with white towels and slippers upon it.

“Will it do?” Liam was leaning against the wall of the passage, watching with amusement as Erica gazed around in wonder. He took a long look at her, absorbing exactly how good she looked. “So what should I make for dinner tonight?”

***

Liam grabbed his beer bottle, and sat in the living room waiting for Erica to re-emerge from the room where she was changing. She had decided to change into something more comfortable for after dinner. They had had pasta with Alfredo sauce, and white wine and a candlelit atmosphere had made the evening very pleasant so far. He looked out the windows at the back garden when he heard Erica’s voice from behind him.

“So, how do I look?”

She was wearing a red strapless corseted gown, and red stiletto strappy sandals. She posed, with one leg bent and one arm extended while the other one was on her hip. The corset had vertical embroidery, enhancing the length of Erica’s torso. The corset itself forced her breasts together and up even farther. The top half of her breasts uncovered, there was a very nice amount of cleavage showing. The bottom half of the gown itself was not very long, only coming down halfway down her thigh. It was not slit at all, but created a very sex line with her long legs.

Liam stood up and bowed, putting his beer down on the arm of the chair beside him as he took his guests arm and led her towards the garden. “You look fabulous. If I may have the honour….”

***

They walked slowly into the main bedroom, and Erica led Liam through to the pool. “Do you feel like swimming?” she asked, reached behind her to undo the corset, shrugging out of it and shifting her weight back and forth as she worked her skirt off and stepped out of it. Reaching down she took off her shoes and threw them against the wall, then reached down and worked off her lacy red thong. When she was naked, she turned and just put a questioning look on her face, hand on hip as though impatient. The look said simply, “Are you coming?”

Liam just looked at her, from head to toes, shedding clothes as fast as he could. şişli masöz escort As he slipped off his boxers and threw them against the wall where Erica had thrown her shoes, she dived into the pool. So Liam followed hot on her heels.

After swimming around for a bit, getting used to the slightly heated water, Liam was treading water near the shallow end when Erica came up beside him. Liam quickly looked at her, and then looked away, avoiding looking at her breasts, which were above the water as she walked on the bottom in the shallow end.

“You know, I don’t care if you see, Liam. In fact, I would be flattered if you did look.” She stood before him, and gradually turned his head to face her. She stood confidently, her hands on her hips, breasts swinging freely in the air, with very little sag. They were about a C cup, or so Liam thought. They were round, and seemingly perfect, with perky nipples about half an inch long which looked like they were dying to be pinched. He just stood still, while Erica moved towards him. He raised his hands, moving them to around her back as Erica grabbed his now very hard cock under the water. “It seems like you appreciate seeing me like this. Well I appreciate seeing you naked as well, especially this hard cock of yours.” With that, she let go, turned around, and swam towards the deep end of the pool, where she got out, and wrapped one of the large beach towels around herself. Liam just shook his head and started to swim laps.

***

The next morning, Liam found Erica in the kitchen brewing coffee and eating toast. “Did you enjoy the swim last night” she asked, cradling her cup of coffee with both hands, in front of her face as she tried but failed to cover a smile. Liam noticed she was wearing a tube top, and that it really accented how sexy her shoulders were, She turned around, and leaned over the bench, letting the sides and back of her red thong show above her miniskirt. He felt his cock grow again and so he shifted himself to hide behind the island.

Erica turned around, and started to walk around the Island, noticing that Liam kept on shifting to keep the Island between him and her. She shifted her weight onto her right leg, pointing her toes on the left foot and trying to see around the Island what exactly Liam was hiding from her. “Liam, go stand by the wall. Leave that toast alone for a minute.” As he walked away, he kept his back turned towards her. “Now. Turn Around.” Liam hesitated, and so Erica commanded him again. “Turn Around.”

Slowly he turned around, his hard cock leaving quite a bulge in his pants. The shorts rode up as the cock made a rather larger tent. He saw how she was keeping her eyes on his cock, and moved to go back to having the island between him and the very sensual, very amazing lady whom he had the pleasure of hosting.

“No, stay where you are” Erica moved towards him, and stood close to him as she took his cock into her hand. “Shall we go play?”

***

Erica stood in front of Liam as she pushed him down onto the chair. She grabbed his cock again though his pants. Once again she pushed him, pushing his shoulders back as she moved back, just standing in front of him in the bedroom. She started to dance for him, slowly taking her top off and throwing it into his lap as she took her nipples into her hands, then ran her hands all over her chest and neck, grooving to some unheard beat. She moved over, and hovered over Liam’s lap, taking his hands and putting them on her breasts as she reached down and slipped off her skirt. She had a pair of black Mary Janes, with a 2.5-inch heel that flared slightly at the base. She turned to rub her ass through her skirt onto Liam’s hard shaft, She then stood back, legs askance, skirt slightly hiked up, nipples red and puffy and beckoned to Liam with one hand.

He stood up, and led Erica over to the bed where she lay on her back. Liam came up from between her legs, kissing her stomach, şişli otele gelen escort breasts, nipples chest shoulders and neck before kissing her on the lips, a long passionate kiss in which their mouths slightly opened and tongues entwined before coming up for air.

Erica took off Liam’s shirt, tossing it across the room and Liam came back down to rest on her chest, while Erica’s legs wrapped around his waist. Erica ran her nails up and down Liam’s back while he kissed her neck and shoulders, biting gently afterwards along her shoulder bone and up her neck, underneath her chin. She reached down and started stroking Liam’s cock through the flap in his boxers, then pulled him pelvis towards her and put the shaft of his cock against her clit.

Liam started thrusting, rubbing the shaft of his penis up and down against Erica’s clitoris as she thrust against him, her breasts being squeezed in Liam’s hands as he bit and kissed her shoulder and neck, and kissed her on the lips. Pushing him away, she arched her back and leaned her head back in pleasure as she thrust against Liam.

Seeing this, he withdrew his shaft from her clit, and kissed his way down her arced chest and stomach, taking each nipple between his teeth and rolling, biting, sucking them in turn. He leaned back, reaching forward and taking Erica’s thong, taking it off and throwing it across the room as he takes her legs over his shoulders and kisses his way up her thigh.

Erica arched her back as Liam licked, sucked and kissed her outer pussy lips, gasping in pleasure as she played with her nipples and breasts. Liam took two fingers of his right hand, and slowly probed her ass as his tongue darted in and out of her pussy, flicking the sides of her pussy with lightning fast rapidity.

Continuing to shake his head, his nose rubbing against Erica’s clit, Liam’s tongue licking and flicking her pussy lips and walls despite her ever increasing wetness, he reached up with the other hand, taking her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, then running his hand up and down her back, the nails making her moan even more in pleasure.

Erica started thrusting into his face as she came closer and closer to cumming; the mechanically and diabolically fun tongue tormenting her pussy while Liam’s fingers teased her ass. She moaned and spoke incomprehensibly, begging Liam to let her cum. At last she pushed him away, and reached down and grabbed his large, hard cock, pulling it towards her soaking pussy.

Liam came from below, keeping Erica’s legs over his shoulder as he dragged the head of his cock over her engorged pussy lips and clit, teasing them before consenting to help her cum. Her feet above his ears, he gently placed the head of his cock between her pussy lips, making her beg before sliding his cock in all the way.

She was so tight, he could barely fit but he started thrusting faster and faster, pushing in all the way before pulling out. Long, quick deep strokes, plumbing her pussy with his engorged shaft Erica was running her nails up and down his back and biting his shoulder as she came closer and closer to cumming.

With increasing speed, Liam was thrusting into in Erica, with his cock rushing in and out, making a slight popping sound with each stroke. She sighed with pleasure on each stroke, starting to breathe heavily as she came ever closer to her orgasm.

Her pussy became tighter as she soared closer to her orgasm, and her breathing slowed and became quite heavy as Liam struggled more and more to penetrate her. With his elbows above her shoulders, he pushed down hard as he forced his penis harder and harder into her dripping, tight passage, as she moaned with pleasure.

Erica choked up and froze as the beginning of her orgasm started. She started to unwind as the orgasm calmed down when she was hit by another orgasm. The second started to recede when she orgasmed a third time, and then a fourth, and so it continued. For minutes she was continuously hit by orgasm, triggered by Liam’s hard work. She continued to moan and scream with pleasure as Liam finally orgasmed as well, spewing his warm cum into her.

As their orgasms subsided, they lay entangled on the bed. Liam managed to untangle himself, but he just collapsed on the bed beside Erica, as they both fell asleep.

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They had been going at it for a long time now, almost forty-five minutes. He knew that there was not pause in their fucking as she could hear everything from upstairs. The moaning and groaning coupled with the rocking of the bed, Meg never knew a guy could fuck like that.

She had to get out of there before she lost it. Seeing something like that was not something she could handle. She wanted it bad. She wanted him bad. She wanted it from him bad.

The banging was getting harder and louder. Meg thought the bed might come crashing through the ceiling and crushing her in the process. She laughed at the thought because she was sure it could happen.

“Oh, God… DAVE!” Sophie yelled from the room.

“Christ…” Meg shook her head. She was getting it good. Very good. And Meg was missing out. Listening to the moans and cries from the bedroom was driving her crazy with lust. She could only imagine what Sophie was feeling with that enormous thing stuffed between her legs, but she didn’t want to imagine it. She wanted to feel it herself. She was so turned on her face was warm and her ears were buzzing. Every time one of the Sophie moaned out loud she squeezed her legs together to get that warm tingle in her crotch dampened. Her mother would probably skin her alive if she knew how much she liked to get fucked. She didn’t care about that. Right now, she wanted to fuck Dave. He was a pure stud with a long slab of meat between his legs.

“FUCK!” Sophie screamed. She was definitely coming again.

“I can’t take much more of this!” Meg said to herself and headed to the back door.

The cold air kissed her as she stepped out. She took in the night setting outside. She was sure there was a choir of crickets out there playing their melodies but all she could hear were the sounds of sex. Sophie’s place was pretty out the way, just on the outskirts of the woods of the town. There was not a house for yards. You could hardly see the next one from here. The air was damp with what was the forewarning of rain. She figured that as there were some rain clouds present overhead on her way here.

As the moans and screams continued, she sat on a worn settee that was on the porch, lighting her cigarette. Maybe the nicotine would help her with her sexual pangs. She took in a breath and let the nicotine give her its high. It did give her some satisfaction but it was nowhere near as satisfying as coming with a thick cock pounding away in your channel.

But she was only here to watch. She had to remind herself of that continuously.

It had gone quiet for a while now, too quiet. She glanced up to the ceiling as if she could see through it and have a glimpse of the two of them. Sophie must have finally passed out from all that fucking.

Meg just remained as she was. Now, with the lack of the sounds of their lovemaking, she found it eerie. All she had been doing was listening to the sounds of the couple in the bedroom above her. It had been like being in the room next to a honeymoon suite. The sounds of the bed rocking practically shook the whole house and now it was not there anymore. But they hadn’t come down yet either. She was anxious to discuss with Sophie what she experienced while she was in bed with Dave.

But knowing what was hanging in between his legs and what he could do with it made her even more anxious.

But for now, she had to settle for her cancer stick instead of Dave’s flesh pole.

“Not very satisfying is it?” said Dave.

She had a repeat of the scare she had back in the kitchen.

“FUCK!” she nearly dropped her cigarette. “Don’t do that!”

She found him leaning against the doorframe, grinning at her. She couldn’t picture him grinning but there he was doing it. It was kind of infectious. She did not even hear any footsteps from this guy and now she saw that he was only wearing a towel. It hung from an inch under his waistline, its parting leaning toward his left thigh.

“What’s Sophie doing?” she asked.

“She’s sleeping,” he shrugged. “I guess she’s exhausted.”

“Damn, dude…” she laughed and looked away but had to look back. She was completely taken in by the sculpted muscles of his body. The front of the towel around his waist was pushed out slightly. She swallowed hard. “You must have given it to her pretty good.”

“Yeah… I just wanted to see if how you were doing.”

“Why?”

“You looked a little uncomfortable…” he smiled.

“And you think I need your attention?” she returned his smile.

“I am hoping you do,” he crossed his arms and softened his expression.

She now flashed a grin, “That depends. We might find out after a while.”

“My name’s actually David, if you wanted to know.”

“I’m just plain Meg.”

He nodded then asked, “Mind if I sit?”

“By all means, park your ass here.”

He did. The settee’s cushion shifted under his weight. He leaned back and Meg looked at him a bit more carefully.

“So, how do you know Sophie?” she asked.

“I came over one day to see Shannon and she wasn’t here but Sophie was… so that’s that.”

“Shannon? Sophie’s aunt? You’re doing her şişhane escort as well?”

“Of course,” the corner of his mouth twitched. “She loves getting on her back and letting me give it to her hard.”

She laughed, “You get around a lot, don’t you?”

“You could say that.”

She laughed harder and took in a puff of her cigarette. He was quite close to her right now. She could see and smell the coat of preparation that was on his skin. She could also smell something else, the pungent odor of his semen. She knew that was emanating from two sources; his solid body and his equally solid member underneath his towel. She did not notice before but he had quite a few scars on his body, long lacerations that looked like he got into fights often. She then took notice of the tip of his penis that was lying stiffly on his lap, sticking out slightly from underneath the towel. Just seeing that little bit of it made her stir. She was raring to put her hand on it again and stuff it into her cunt.

“How many times did you guys do it?” she asked.

“A few times…”

“You came few times?” her eyes were wide. “You mean a few more times after I last saw you?”

“Nope, just once more.”

“What? Why?” she stroked her hair. “I saw you come twice when I was there! And you fucked her for so long after I left the room! I was sure that you came at least one more time. After seeing you shoot that much cum and still be able to go on for one more time, I just assumed you could come again for a third or fourth time.”

“I did not want to spend myself too much,” he shrugged.

“Why?”

“I was saving myself…”

“For what?”

“For you.”

She said nothing for a while, only looking at him. She kept switching back and forth between looking at him in the eye and looking at his tool. Then she settled on just staring at his dick. She slipped her hand under the towel. Her fingers touched his shaft and she closed them around it, squeezing firmly.

He spread his legs.

She pulled up her hand, bringing up the tool that was his plainly into view. He looked down at it, admiring her delicate hand as she stroked him into hardness. He lifted the towel and gave his cock more freedom. She sighed. It was a gorgeous tool, long and thick and throbbing. It was unreal.

She slowly went back to the first time she laid her hand on him. How she wanted to feel him in her mouth and suck the seed out of him.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked without taking her eyes off of his cock.

“Whatever you want to,” he stroked her cheek. He then took her cigarette and put it out. “And I’m sure you won’t be needing that anymore.”

She had just gotten her approval. Her hand went down to the base of the thick shaft and she bent over his lap and closed her lips over the head. It swelled in her mouth, growing thicker and harder, and she moaned. He tasted of cum and she could smell the juices from Sophie’s pussy on him, she tasted her as well. She recognized the smell and taste of her pier because they had sometimes taken care of each other’s needs. Her lips smacked and she sucked him hard like a vacuum.

She slid off the settee and got between his legs, looking up into his eyes while she moved her red lips up and down on him.

He smiled at her.

She did this for a long time. She knew he had already cum at least twice and, if he was like ordinary men the first orgasm always took the edge off his lust and he would have much more stamina for subsequent climaxes. However, the pole she had in her mouth was not any run-of-the-mill penis and she did not expect the testicles that came with it to be any more average. Just knowing that made her suck harder. Her mouth moved rapidly up and down on his shaft. She obviously didn’t have patience to wait for him to come. She wanted to make it happen soon. He didn’t mind giving her what she wanted.

Her hair hung loosely at the sides of her tiny, sultry face, made even more striking with her eyes closed and his thick, hard cock going into her mouth. Her lips were closed tightly around the head of his cock and he could feel her breathing heavily through her nostrils. He liked having this young girl sucking his dick.

Meg held the base of his cock in her left hand. It was so thick that her small hand barely closed around it. The head itself was so big that her jaw was opened to its limit just to get it in and it was getting sore but not tired.

She felt his hand on top of her head and wondered if he was going to try to force his cock deeper into her mouth. In light of that, she lowered her head until the soft tip of his cock touched the back of her mouth. She suppressed her gag reflex, held it back there for a few moments then swallowed the head. It started going down her throat and he moaned. Her jaw opened a little wider and it looked like she was trying to swallow it whole.

“Oh Jesus,” Dave moaned.

She stopped, adjusted her lips around the shaft, and swallowed another couple of inches. He stared at her as his cock disappeared into her mouth a few inches at a time. His dick lowered into a horizontal şişli anal yapan escort position and she came closer to his pubic mound.

“Wow, Meg…” she placed his hands by his sides, not wanting to interrupt her performance.

She slowly but surely buried her nose in his fine pubic hair. She had taken his entire shaft down her throat. He didn’t think his cock had ever been so hard. It must have swelled a little bigger, which probably made it a tighter fit for her.

But she got the whole thing down her throat. The tip of her nose tickled the skin of his belly just above his pubic hair. He could feel the tip of his cock tickling somewhere deep down in her throat. It had to be close to her stomach or something. Where did she put all that cock in her tiny body?

She was moaning and making that tingling sensation that ran through his whole body. How did she get the air to breathe?

He soon realized that she was holding her breath. He let her keep him there for a few more seconds before pushing her off of him.

The moment his dick was free from her mouth, she gasped for air.

“Take it easy, Meg,” he said.

“I know… I know…” she breathed heavily. “But it was good, right?”

“Very. There aren’t that many women who can even take me halfway down.”

“Well, I’m not most women.”

“I guessed as much when I first saw you,” he caressed her cheek and his member twitched.

“I want to do it one more time and don’t you dare not come inside me,” she took a hold of his penis, which now had some of her mucus on it. “I want you to.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely.”

“Then let’s get started again.”

She smiled, breathed deep and picked up where they left off. She put him back inside her mouth, her sweet face contorted a bit. She swallowed and slid her face down his long length. And there she was, right where she was moments earlier.

He groaned. He put both hands on top of her head and thrust slowly and gently with his hips. He had never felt anything better than fucking Meg’s throat with her face against his stomach. Her molars scraped the base of his shaft, but that little bit of pain was nothing compared to the exquisite sensation of his cock in the tight confines of her throat. It felt weird to hump like that and have Meg attached to his groin by her mouth.

But it was working.

She looked up at him with a dreamy look on her face, almost as if she was doped up on something. He just stared into her eyes and increased his pace. She put her hands on his thighs to support herself.

He could feel a tremendous climax building inside him in a hurry and there was no way he could stop it. Not that he wanted to. He felt his muscles becoming faint.

“Oh man,” he grunted. He bucked his hips up and came. His whole body heaved and convulsed again and again. He held her head to keep her from getting hurt, but it was difficult to concentrate on anything else but his own orgasm. He must have given her a gallon of cum. Her eyes bulged in shock when she felt the thick gobs of semen spurted down her throat. She tried to scream in shock and surprise, but it was muffled by his cock like a cork in her throat. She gripped his thighs hard for support as he kept pumping. He could feel it flowing through his cock in long, thick surges. He would never see it, though, because it all went down her throat, probably straight into her stomach.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” he said. His cock continued to spasm and throb in Meg’s throat, like it was squeezing out every last drop of cum for her.

And he was done. He pulled his hips back and pushed her head off. His long cock slid out of her mouth over her tongue. She gasped for breath and coughed in a fit, looking very pale, holding her throat, feeling the bruising that she had just received.

“Sorry,” he said. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head, “You scared the crap out of me.”

Meg was massaging her throat and breathing hard. Suddenly, she began to laugh as the color returned to her face. She put her hand around his dick and raised it.

“Are you sore?”

“Very…” her voice said it all. He could hear the abuse he had subjected it to just now.

“We’d have to be more careful next time,” he ruffled her hair.

“It was one hell of an experience, Dave…” she smiled and planted her passionate kiss on its purple head. “I can’t wait to do it again next time.”

“If you say so,” he smirked.

She smiled and nodded with his cock still in her hand. Then she rubbed her tummy, moaning at what she felt inside.

“I can feel it… How can you produce so much cum and still be able to fuck? I can feel it all sloshing around in my belly. You could feed a person with the amount you give. I can taste it, too. You taste good,” she smiled and nodded with his cock still in her hand, rubbing her tummy, moaning at what she felt inside. “And you’re still so hot and hard…”

“And you want me to take care of you with it?”

She said nothing and let go of him. She got up and stripped. What he saw was a vision out of his dreams. His eyes şişli bdsm escort grew wide. She had striking features and long, jet-black hair that curled in thick waves down her shoulders. Her body was perfect, trim, and lean with firm muscles without and once of body fat on her with the exception of her breasts. It looked like she worked out. She shook out her hair, making her breasts shake, although they were still held back by the lacy, black bra. She was also wearing a matching set of panties that consisted of a piece of fabric over her pubic mound was barely big enough to cover her wisps of fine, black hair. She then proceeded to become bare. She unhooked her bra, dropping it on the floor and bent down to work her panties off.

And there she was, standing naked before this handsome, virile older man was itself a thrill for her. His eyes soaked in her entire body, from her small, firm and pert breasts to her well defined stomach and narrow waist, to the womanly curve of her hips and her firm legs. He eyed her dark brown nipples that stood out like unbelievably hard points in the cold air. Then he moved his eyes south to the dark bush between her legs was fantastically enticing, and her soft, parted, moist, pink lips seemed to beg for his tool’s attention.

She was breathing hard and was flushed all over. She climbed on his lap and settled down to enjoy a long, deep fucking. To her there was nothing like being fucked by a man who had already spent himself, especially on another woman. He wouldn’t be so anxious to get his own rocks off. Her chest heaved heavily, making her breasts rise and fall. She maneuvered his pole between her legs and hunched over him to guide it to her hole. Her breasts dangled inches from his face. He sat beneath her, motionless, completely under her control. She had managed to insert the end of his dick. Her lips were quivering. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She tried to push herself down on it and moaned. She was wet enough to let it slide all the way into her, but it was a tight fit.

“Oh yeah … oh yeah,” she moaned. She was straightening up and it was going into her gradually. Her wet cunt made sucking noises as it engulfed him. She straightened up on her knees, resting all of her weight on him and grinding her pelvis in a circle. She took a deep breath.

Oh my fucking god… This is how it feels like! she thought. She enjoyed the sensation of the shaft of his cock sliding across her wet labia and the sensation of the head of his cock moving through her cervix and in and out of her womb. She was very warm and moist between her legs and it spread all over the inside of her thighs. Her breasts were right on a level with his face so he buried his face between the two soft yet firm globes and tongued the warm skin.

Fuck… she feels great … so hot… so tight… so stimulating… I don’t know how long I can hold out before I fill her up… he thought. She had the best pussy he had experienced in a very long time. She was much better than Sophie. So much tighter and hotter, more moist and much more orgasm inducing. He pulled his head back and looked at her face. It was twisted in pleasure. He then put his hands on her breast, kneading the mounds of soft flesh. He began moving his hips up and down with the same rhythm she had. She moaned. She put her hands over his hands on her tits and moved them vigorously over her nipples.

“I am going to kill Sophie…” she moaned.

“Why?” he ran his tongue across the hollow of her throat.

“The bitch has been holding out on me!” she laughed but it sounded almost painful.

“You mean this?” he gave a hard thrust that lifted his ass and her off the settee.

“Christ!” she yelped and nearly fell backward.

He moved fast and held her around her waist and kept her from falling. He pulled her close to him and held her hot body tight against his. Her eyes were closed. She was tossing her head and screaming. Nothing else in the world mattered except for the penis that was inside her right then, and David had a tool to make a woman rejoice. He could not move her up and down much as her channel clamped down on him so tight that they were almost attached to each other.

“Don’t kill her yet, Meg…” he nibbled on her earlobe. “We can still use her.”

“For what?” she sighed.

“For me to fuck and for her to lick you… she’s got a great tongue, remember?”

“Oh, yeah…”she pulled his head back and put her tongue back into his mouth. “But not as good as mine.”

“True.”

They were going at a very steady pace for a while, doing nothing but feeling each other, inside and out.

Then it happened.

“Ooh… I’m gonna come,” Meg moaned. She ground her hips in his lap and he held her there. Her mane flew around like a mop in a wind storm and her tits bounced each time she came down on his lap. She came wildly.

That was it, the undulating of her channel was sending him over the edge. But it was so good and so maddening, he shot up from the settee with her in his arms and with his penis still wedged in her. He walked with her coming on him, screaming in his ear in ecstasy as he proceeded to brace her against a pillar that supported the porch’s roof. He pressed her lithe body there and began to drive into her frantically. He built up that climax with a fury that he had not felt in a while. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was loud and the new sound of flesh being banged against wood joined in.

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