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Please read part 1 and come on back!

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My teenage stepdaughter Jenny was in my bed while I lay there in complete shock. She just sat there, partially covered up, completely cool. My cock throbbed inside my briefs and she looked down at me, licking her lips. Her mouth was open and her eyes were filled with heat. I couldn’t move and could barely register what had just happened. She had tricked me, so I should have been angry, but she had also given me the most wonderful and intense blowjob I’d had in years, perhaps ever. How had she learned to please a man like that? A dozen thoughts rushed through my mind.

“Jenny, you gotta get outta here,” I told her, freaked out. For one thing, her mother, my wife Jocelyn, was in the bedroom across the hall.

“You didn’t like it, daddy?” she purred, then wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger. I couldn’t answer. “I know you did, daddy. You told me you did. And I felt your reaction,” she went on. She was right, it was incredible, mind blowing. A part of me wanted more but another part of me wanted to kick her out. I loved her and I resented her. I just shook my head. “You’re lying, daddy. You said it felt better than before. You prefer me to my mom.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“So, you were just saying that?”

“Jenny, no. That part was true. No, I meant when I shook my head, I…” I couldn’t form a meaningful sentence.

“Oh. So you did like it? Did I please you, daddy?” she said. I had no idea if she was actually looking for positive reinforcement or was just playing with my mind. I nodded, filled with shame. “You want me to finish you off, daddy?” she asked me, and moved towards me. The bed sheet slipped down a little and her tits were almost completely exposed. She hand reached over and touched my dick. “Let me make you come, daddy. I want to.”

I didn’t move but just said, “No, Jenny, please, I…”

She pulled my cock out of my briefs and started jerking me off again, soft and slow. It felt incredible. “It’s so big and amazing, daddy. My mom doesn’t deserve you,” she said, then went down on my again. I watched her as she swallowed my cock and I could easily have come right away. She was prettiest girl ever to suck my dick. I let her go for a minute then pulled away, my cock falling out of her mouth. She looked at me with disappointment in her face, but I felt manipulated and a little angry with her.

“No, please leave, sweetheart,” I said and put my cock away.

“Daddy. I told you that I owed you, remember? What did you think I meant? It’s the least I can do,” she said. She was implying that I would get head from her if I bought her nice things, but maybe I misunderstood her. At least this made it easier for me. I turned over, grabbed a blanket, turned off the light and didn’t speak. I didn’t know what to do, what to feel. I felt Jenny lay down beside me, her naked body cuddled up against my back and legs. She put her arms around me and kissed my shoulder. “I’m sorry, daddy,” she said and stroked my hair in a gesture of comfort.

I hadn’t felt a more lovely or intimate physical contact in years and I genuinely sensed affection from her. Her legs and breasts were pressed against me and her arms encircled my chest, making me feel loved. “Thank you, sweetheart,” I said.

“I’m sorry I upset you, daddy. I thought…” she stopped talking and just snuggled up to me. I closed my eyes and held her hand.

“It’s OK. I was just shocked,” I told her, but it was more than that. Was I ready to have an affair with my wife’s daughter, a girl less than half my age?

“Daddy, will you please turn around?” she asked me. My god, I wanted to. I wanted to touch her all over and kiss her sweetly, but I felt sick and knew that I couldn’t.

“Your mom is sleeping next door.”

“I hate her,” Jenny whispered, and I wasn’t surprised to hear her say it. Again, I began to wonder if her actions towards me were partly due to resentment towards her mother.

“Jenny, don’t say that. Please, I think you should go. I’m sorry.”

“OK, daddy,” she said. And with a soft little kiss on my cheek, she got out of bed. I could see in the dark that she had picked up a nightie and was putting it on.

I felt bad for her, leaned over and said, “Jenny, I love you.” We’d said that to each other quite a few times in the past, but it had always been as a gesture of familial affection, never sexual or romantic. I’m not sure how I meant it just then.

“I love you too, daddy,” she whispered, and was gone. I felt like shit and couldn’t sleep. After an hour of restlessness, I jerked off with the memory of Jenny’s sweet lips on my cock fresh in my mind.

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The next morning, I got up and went to the kitchen, in my briefs and a bathrobe. Jocelyn and Jenny were both in the kitchen and seemed happy, getting along better than usual, it seemed. “Coffee, honey?” my wife said and I smiled and nodded. Jenny stood there in her nightie and panties, drinking her coffee and looking at me. The material of her panties was fairly sheer and I could see the outline of her ataşehir escort lips and little whisps of groomed pubic hair. My heart started to race and I shook my head at her. She knew what that meant by now and gave me a sly smile.

“Did you sleep OK last night, Johnny?” Jocelyn asked me and I could see Jenny suppressing a laugh. She seemed to be OK with what happened between us and I found her smiles infectious. I smiled at her, and after Jocelyn passed me some coffee, Jenny looked at me and licked her lips. I was now fully in the mood to fuck her pretty little mouth again. “Hmmm?” Jocelyn said and looked at me. I had spaced out.

“What? Oh. Yeah, fine, sure. You?” I blurted our foolishly and Jenny giggled.

“Uh huh,” my wife replied. “And you, Jen?” she asked her daughter.

“Me? Oh I slept wonderfully, like a baby,” she said, putting her thumb in her mouth and looking at me provocatively. “It was…better than ever before,” she said coyly and I remembered that those were my words to her as she sucked my cock last night.

“Really? Wow,” her mother replied, somewhat confused, but carried on making breakfast. Jenny and I exchanged glances and I felt utterly charmed by her again, though still uncertain about the situation. “Say, Johnny,” my wife went on. “I’m feeling much better today if you wanted to go off and do something together.” I didn’t hate the idea, but felt conflict about Jenny.

“And you, Jenny? Do you have plans today? You want to join us?” I suggested, but Jocelyn intercepted.

“No, I meant just the two of us, y’know.”

I sat there with a stupid look on my face and looked over at Jenny. She shrugged and showing no emotion at all, just said, “Whatever,” and left the room. This was typical of Jocelyn’s crass parenting style that had led to an emotional gap between them. I wasn’t left much time to consider all this as Jocelyn grabbed me by the hand and led me to our bedroom.

“Let’s fuck, babe. It’s been…too long,” she said. I actually felt weird about it but of course I wanted to. I smiled at her and put my hand between her legs. I could feel the moistness of her pussy on my fingers and imagined for a moment that I was touching her daughter. Jocelyn grabbed my cock and started to yank me.

“Woah, gently, honey,” I asked her. She had never been too good at that, and I yearned for Jenny’s sweet touch. I started fingering her and pushed her down on the bed. I pulled her panties aside and went down on her. Her reaction was heated and quick. She started moaning and groaning, too loud for my comfort and pulling my hair as I stimulated her clit.

“Oh…fuck…yeah…uh uh…yes, yes!” she cried out, and I became acutely aware that Jenny could most likely hear all of this. My wife started to come and I kept going, making sure she reached her climax. “OK, man. Fuck me. Give it to me,” she said, wildly.

I hesitated. “You wanna suck my cock first?” I suggested. She looked at me with obvious irritation, but shrugged and said OK. I pulled off my briefs and because she was sitting on the bed, moved over to her and pushed it in her face. She kissed the end of it and grabbed it with her hand. “Easy now,” I told her. She was always way too rough with it. I pressed it against her lips and got it in her mouth. I couldn’t tell if she wanted to take it or not, but inspired by the incredible head Jenny had given me last night, I wanted the same thing from her mother.

Jocelyn raised her eyebrows as my long, fat cock entered her mouth, further than ever before, but not as far as Jenny had taken it. I closed my eyes and pictured her young, pretty face. I slowly started fucking Jocelyn’s mouth, holding her head still with my hands. It felt pretty good and as she started making little noises, possibly of discomfort, I realized that I was taking out my frustration and a little hatred towards her. However, I started to feel the cum rise in me. “You want me to come in your mouth or you still wanna fuck?” I asked her.

I was being pretty mean and I didn’t know what kind of reply to expect. She pulled my dick out of her mouth, and appearing startled, said, “yeah, I’m ready to be fucked, come on.” I was glad she wasn’t pissed off with me for forcing her to suck my cock, and proceeded to give it to her. She got really vocal again as I fucked her, crying out, “Uh…give it to me, Johnny…yes, yes…fuck my pussy…” way too loudly, given that her daughter was nearby. I came inside her, emitting a loud groan of release. That was a much better fuck than our last one, and I collapsed on top of her in exhaustion. We started giggling and I pulled out with a grin. “Good fuck, John, thanks,” she said.

“And thanks for the blow job, Jocelyn,” I told her.

“Sure. You like it like that? Good to know,” she said and I was surprised. I guess there would be more head in my future, however half-hearted. “OK, I’m gonna jump in the shower,” she said and ran into the en suite bathroom. I lay there for a minute then put my briefs and bathrobe back on and went back into the kitchen for seconds on coffee. Jenny was in there kadıköy escort bayan and I suddenly felt shitty. She looked over at me but I couldn’t read her face. Even if she was upset or annoyed, she wasn’t likely to show it or tell me. She had perfected the role of teen ice queen.

“Uh, Johnny, fuck my pussy…uh uh…fuck me, Johnny,” she said without looking up from the book she was reading. I stood there, dumbfounded, but she looked over at me and gave me a sly smile and I felt much better.

“Jenny, I’m sorry about that. I…”

“You’re sorry for fucking your wife?”

“I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

“It wasn’t the first time I’ve heard that bitch say shit like that,” she said. I was taken aback by her language. There it was, the hurt. I didn’t respond, just made a face. “Daddy, when she sucked your cock just now, was it as good as me?” she asked me and looked over, with apparent sincerity in her eyes.

“You really want me to answer that, sweetie?”

Jenny stood up and walked over to me. I glanced at her sheer panties again and my heart skipped a beat. She put her hands in mine and pressed herself against me. There was serious heat between us. “Yes, I do,” she said. I paused for a minute, looking at her with lust and affection.

“Truthfully, no,” I replied.

“No, what?”

I sighed. “It wan’t as good.”

“What wasn’t as good as what?” Jenny persisted. “Say it.”

“You were better,” I told her truthfully.

“I was better at what?” she said, teasing me.

“Jenny, you were better at sucking my cock that your mom.”

“How much better?” she whispered, standing on her tiptoes, her lips now an inch from mine.

“Incomparably, Jenny.”

“Thank you, daddy. I enjoyed it too,” she said with a sly smile. “Daddy…are all cocks as big as that? I didn’t expect…”

I couldn’t help but laugh and feel good. “No, Jenny. I’m a big boy.”

She smiled at me and planted a sweet kiss on my lips, then sat back down. I felt the kiss lingering on my lips like the aftershock of an earthquake. I touched my mouth and looked at her. She returned my gaze and didn’t look away. “I can’t wait for her to leave, daddy,” she said and I couldn’t tell exactly what she meant by that.

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Inevitably, Jocelyn did leave and life got back to normal at home with just Jenny and I. I was filled with a mixture of excitement as to what the coming weeks might hold and trepidation about the moral implications of playing taboo games with my stepdaughter. I didn’t even know if she wanted to go further with me, what her end game was, and if I would be able to resist her if it came to it. I was resolved to try and be responsible but knew all that might fly out of the window once I was within her irresistible sphere of beauty.

It wasn’t until the next weekend that I found myself inside that sphere again, when I was lounging in the back yard trying to relax on a Saturday afternoon. It was too hot and I’d had an irritating week at work, so I wasn’t in the mood to be pestered. Jenny came by, stood over me and the shade she provided was a welcome respite from the sun. Through her silhouetted figure, I saw she was wearing a cute little summer dress and my heart melted for her. She shifted a little and I could see her better. She was in a black dress with green trim and her bust was trussed up like a 18th century duchess. She looked insanely hot and I felt lust rise in my blood.

I put my paper down, relaxed my legs and just looked at her, freely letting my eyes wander all over her glorious form. She smiled. “Hi daddy,” she said softly.

“Hi trouble. How are you?”

She sat down on my knee. I got hard instantly and she wriggled her ass around on my dick as she always liked to do. She let out a little “Mmmmm,” put her arm around me and looked into my eyes. I put my hands on her tummy and waist, felt her beautiful body and she licked her lips when I did. I just carried on touching her and we didn’t speak. I didn’t touch her tits or her pussy, so I wasn’t crossing any line, not really. I was feeling totally horny and pissed off, so if she wanted to play chicken today, I was gonna win.

“You like touching my body, daddy?” she whispered in a girly voice. I nodded and carried on. “You think my body feels good, daddy?”

“Uh huh.” I touched her legs and the top of her ass.

“You like your big hands all over my little body, daddy?”

I nodded. “Uh huh.”

“Well, daddy, you wanna rematch?”

I assumed she was talking about our game of chicken which she had won last time. “Sure, baby,” I said. I was gonna go for her tits though. I wanted to squeeze those magnificent fleshy melons and I was going to, unless she said chicken first. I started on her tummy then walked my fingers down to just above her pussy, slowly. She looked aroused and spread out a little. But instead of continuing on, I moved back up to her stomach again.

“Daddy, you’re going the wrong way,” she said.

“Change of rules, little darling,” I told her with a sparkle in my eye.

“OK, escort maltepe daddy,” she said.

I was a few inches below her tits. I put my hand down flat on her, and my fingertips brushed the bottom of her breast. She didn’t say chicken, nor did I expect her to. Instead of moving onto her tits, I walked my fingers up in between her breasts then up to her neck. I put my hand around her throat and gently squeezed. she opened her mouth and started breathing hard. I squeezed a little more and she made a snarling face at me like she was getting off on it.

She wriggled around on my hard cock a little more and closed her eyes, letting out a sigh. I took my hand off her throat and moved to her shoulders. With both hands, I moved her arms down by her sides and flicked her shoulder straps down. My eyes feasted on her ample bosom and she smiled at me in acknowledgment of my attraction to her. I brushed my fingers along the top of her chest, then, back to her shoulder straps. Jenny inhaled sharply as I touched her.

I very softly started pulling her straps down. I looked at her coldly, and I could see most of her tits now, just above the nipples. “You may want to say chicken now, sweetheart,” I whispered to her.

“No, daddy. You won’t pull it down any further.”

She was right, for now. I left her top sitting just above her nipples, and pulled her back towards me. I positioned her so her back was against me and I had full access to the front of her body if I wanted it. She rested her cheek against mine and brushed the back of my hair with her hand. “I told you you wouldn’t pull it down any further, daddy,” apparently intoxicated by passion.

“The game isn’t over yet, sweetie,” I replied. I put my hand flat on her shoulder and started moving down across her chest towards her bust. My fingertips reached her dress. I tickled the tops of her titties for a minute then put both my hands on her tummy. I moved them up and this time I was going to get her. As my hands got closer to her tits, Jenny turned her head and her lips were nearly against mine. “Say it, Jenny,” I whispered.

She moved her face up and her lips were tickling mine. “No, daddy.”

“I’m going to touch your titties, Jenny.”

“No you won’t daddy. You’ll say chicken first.” Her lips were gently pressed against mine.

“I’m not going to stop,” I said.

“Don’t,” Jenny replied.

“I mean it.”

“So do I.”

Jenny then did something I didn’t expect. She very softly licked the inside of my top lip. I put my hands on her breasts and kissed her. I had given in. She was too perfect, too irresistible. We started very softly making out as I caressed her breasts. “You didn’t say chicken, daddy,” she said through the kiss. I pulled her dress down and revealed her buxom breasts, and I continued to squeeze them softly. We kissed and I massaged her titties for a few glorious minutes, all the while she was grinding slowly on my dick, moaning softly.

Jenny then sat up and moved away a little, facing me. I took my hands off her and just admired her half nude body. She sat there for a moment, smiling, then leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Chicken.” She then stood up, put her dress back on properly and walked away. “Good game, daddy. I’ll need a rematch soon,” she said calmly and went inside the house.

I just sat there like an idiot with a raging hard on and a red face. What what this little pricktease playing at? I hadn’t expected her to stop, but I suppose it was good that she had. As much as I wanted to fuck her, I knew it was a truly terrible idea. I doubt she stopped me from going further for any reason other than to play her game, however. It certainly wasn’t out of moral conscience or common sense. I just shook my head and picked up my book again, feeling frustrated, relieved and a little amazed.

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A few days went by without incident, as I was mostly out working and Jenny was busy with school and gymnastics. As per tradition, we made plans to eat out during the week together, something we had done ever since her mom had taken her out of town job. Initially, it had been a way to catch up and make she was doing alright, but it became something we both enjoyed and looked forward to.

Unusually however, this time, I had to come straight from work, and Jenny took an Uber to the restaurant to meet me. I waited at the bar, and felt strangely nervous. I ordered a small Bourbon and chatted to the bartender. After a little while, appropriately late, in walked Jenny. She was fully dressed up in a long red dress, her hair up and sporting glossy lipstick. She looked well beyond her years in grace and sophistication and I felt strong feelings of romantic love for her.

She saw me and I stood up and waved. She came over, gliding through the crowd, all heads turning towards her as she gave me a sweet kiss on the lips. “Hi honey,” she said to me. She’d never called me that before, and I wondered why. I signaled to the hostess who sat us in a quiet little booth, and I realized then that it was a very romantic scenario, totally inappropriate for a stepfather-daughter situation. Trying to not let it bother me, I looked at her across from me and sighed. She looked so beautiful, perhaps lovelier than I’d ever seen her, and even though her bosom was looking ravishing, she didn’t look slutty in the least.

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Somewhere in the state of Texas in a suburb of a medium sized city, there was a high school of approximately fifteen hundred students. It was a cool rainy, Monday morning in early October at about 7:30 in the morning. The student parking lot was empty except for a grey BMW parked in a secluded corner. The occupants of the car were a young man and woman in the back seat. The man had his jeans and underwear down to his ankles as the woman’s head bobbed slowly over his crotch. The man was strong and athletic with a chiseled chin, dark hair cropped short like a marine. The woman was a blonde wearing tight designer jeans and a white blouse which had been pulled up to reveal shapely 36C breasts.

One of her hands stroked his balls while the other touched a nipple that was peeking out of her bra. She had long hair that had a wave in it that suggested much money spent at the beauty salon, which currently was being made a mess by the hands of the man as he clutched a handful and began to push her face down to the base of his cock. His pubic hairs scratched and stuck to her make up. He held her head in place for a few seconds, then began to pump her mouth rapidly. His pistoning became more frantic and he grasped her hair more forcefully until he began to shudder. She tried to pull back, but he held her in place about halfway up his dick while he continued to unload into her mouth. When he was finished, she made a loud gulp sound and he released his grip. She then placed her thumb and index finger at the base of his manhood and slowly worked her way upward, squeezing out any leftover cum which she licked clean. She then sat up and adjusted her bra and pulled her blouse back into position.

The man just sat and looked out the window as his dick lost its erection. The woman reached into her purse and took out a packet of moist towlets. He sat without expression as she patiently cleaned him up. He said nothing and pulled up his underwear and pants. She zipped him up and fastened the button. He reached down to pick up his slender backpack from the car floor, then grunted something as he left the car. She watched him walk toward the school until he disappeared into a building. She casually picked out a couple of curly black hairs from her mouth as she searched her purse. She pulled out a small make up kit and hung a tablet sized mirror onto the back of the driver head rest. After fixing her face and hair, she picked up her heavy backpack and left the car.

Balancing the pack on her right shoulder, she took the same route as the man, pausing only briefly to look at her reflection in a window. Tall and slender, with not a hair out of place, she felt confident to enter. Yawning deeply, she turned right as if on autopilot and walked down a corridor before opening a door labelled A-4. Inside was an empty class room with the exception of a middle-aged man sitting at a desk in front of the class. He looked up briefly from his work and said: “Heather, I see you are true to your word. So many people your age are not early birds.”

Heather smiled and approached his desk.

“Mr. Wilkerson, I’m worried about my grade this quarter.”

The man smiled again and said: “A healthy attitude for this time of year. Most students wait until last day before grades are submitted.”

He turned to his computer and typed on the keyboard. “Yes I see that you failed the last test and your homework has been riddled with errors, but if you correct then honestly and pay better attention during lessons, your grade should recover.”

At this point, she sighed internally, knowing that Mr. Wilkerson, though male and straight, seemed impervious to her physical charms that made it so difficult for others to concentrate without their eyes wandering. She was going to have to work for it.

“I know, I’m just stuck on some of the concepts. Could you help me?”

“I’m a morning person, so unless you can make it here before 7 AM, I won’t be able to assist you.”

“What can I do?”

“We do have an excellent student tutor that is here after school. He’s my best student and has no problem understanding Calculus.”

“Thanks. When and where?”

“Mondays and Thursdays at 3:30 in room B-7.”

Heather thanked him again and left the room.

Heather and her friends ate lunch every day in the room of Ms. Timmons, the English teacher/ yearbook/ student council advisor. It was a great place to relax away from the prying eyes and open ears of the student cafeteria. Here all subjects were a go, but the predominate one was boyfriends- either the acquisition, maintenance or dumping. Rachel, her fellow cheerleader started things out with how hers (all-state tight end) was currently being recruited by Ohio-State and Georgia and that she wanted to accompany him on his visits to make sure that he isn’t tempted by one of those guide sluts that she heard schools employ to woo recruits.

The other girls chimed in their opinions, but Heather stayed ataşehir escort out, choosing to stay glued to her phone. She had sent Brad a text asking if she could stay after school, but he had not responded. All the talk had made her paranoid thinking that maybe Brad had been ‘distracted’ by someone. When the bell rang, she realized that she had not eaten her lunch.

Her afternoon classes dragged on as she was tormented by her grumbling stomach and her worries. Her phone finally tweedled at her indicating a text from him saying that he had a ride from a friend which he failed to identify. She queried him, but got no response. Since Brad had been caught with a BAC of .1 last summer, he had surrendered his license in a quasi-legal agreement that kept his name out the court records. Heather had agreed to be his chauffer so as to avoid any hint of scandal that might scare off any college recruiters. Up till now it had also been a great way for her to keep an eye on him, for she was sure that other girls were gunning for him. An all-state quarterback that was being pursued by several major schools, was also the target of many girls hoping for his attention. She would gladly eviscerate any girl that fluttered her eyes in his direction.

“Brad, I hope your ‘friend’ has an Adam’s apple.” She muttered as she headed for the cafeteria vending machines. His cum was the only food she had consumed all day and she didn’t want the tutor to hear her unladylike stomach noises. She wolfed down a Snickers, then went to restroom to freshen up. She made sure that her teeth were clean and make up was still good, for she had a reputation to maintain even with some lowly tutor.

Heather was relieved that the hallway was deserted and quiet. She had been worried that some smartass would see her and make a dumb comment about her seeking help. All the classrooms in the school had windows in the doors, but B-7 had been an office or a storeroom. The door was open and the light was on, so she stepped inside. The room was 15′ by 20′ with two small windows up near the ceiling. The walls were painted the institutional white favored by schools everywhere, and there were two tables with an assortment of chairs ranging from the 1940s to 1990s. Seated at the table farthest from the door was a young man about her age. He was dressed in somewhat tattered jeans, sneakers and t-shirt of an ugly shade of green. He was tall, maybe 6’3″and slender of build. Next to him was stack of books. Some were math, others were Dungeons and Dragons.

At the sight of these books, she thought: “Oh great a real winner here.” She watched him a little more as it seemed as he was unaware of her presence. She watched him draw shapes on a sheet of graph paper, then write in a note book labelled ‘Tomb of Eternal Sorrows’ before she made a polite cough to announce herself. He continued for a few more seconds before slowly craning his neck backwards over his shoulder as if it took too much energy to simply turn his whole body. He said “hi___” and did what amounted to a double take. His eyes zeroed in on her chest, then his brain clicked on and he moved his gaze to her face.

“You’re that math tutor right?” Heather asked.

‘Y…Yes.” He seemed unsure of himself.

“Really?”

“Yes… I just wasn’t expecting anyone. It’s rare to see anyone on Monday or at this point of the quarter. Most people usually wait until the last moment before seeing me. Oh and my name’s Joe Stevens.”

“Heather Sommers” she replied.

He jumped up and walked over to a chair on rollers that actually had a cushion. “Since you are here, I’ll give you the best seat.” He said as he rolled it over to her. “Teacher and subject?”

“Wilkerson, Calculus.” She said as she seated herself on the proffered chair. He waited patiently as she rummaged through her backpack for the assignments.

“Give me a minute or two so I can look at your work.” He said.

Heather handed him the papers and watched as his eyes scanned her work. He had blue eyes set with a slightly aquiline nose. His complexion was mostly clear with a few scraggly beard tufts poking out. His hair was brown and thick with a lopsided look of bed head. His face seemed to radiate a calm competence seemingly unperturbed by the proximity of a pretty girl. “A new wardrobe, razor and a comb and he would look halfway decent.” She thought to herself.

The session went by quickly and she felt more confident about her next test. She thanked him and left the room. He watched the hypnotic sway of her ass as she walked out the door. On his lap top he opened his browser then went the door to check the hallway. Confident the coast was clear, he let out a whoop and punched the air in triumph. “Fuckin’ hell! It’s her, It’s really her!” He checked the hall again, then went over to the chair she had used. He gazed reverently at the imprint her butt had made and touched it as if it were a holy relic. He then bent over and took kadıköy escort bayan a whiff. He nervously looked at the clock and made a decision. He hurried over to the door, checked the hall once more and then locked it shut. He sat down and typed an address for his browser. The previous year’s edition of the yearbook popped up and Joe began searching until he found his object of desire. A montage of cheerleader pictures with at least half of them featuring Heather all in form fitting uniforms showing plenty of leg, belly, tits and ass.

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” he said as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. Within a few minutes of furious pounding he climaxed by shooting a stream that went in an arc over the screen and across the table. The subsequent blasts nailed the screen, covering the whole cheer squad. He sat there for a minute admiring, before the reality of the situation finally soaked in.

“Shit! Jizz on the keyboard.” He zipped up and searched for tissues, but found none. The towel dispenser had not been filled since the Reagan administration. “Desperate times, desperate measures.” And he removed his shoes and socks. His socks were not terribly effective, but it was all he had. Later he would have to take apart his keyboard and clean it. He cleaned the table and floor and had just stuffed the socks into his backpack, when he heard the jingle of keys outside the door.

He jumped to his chair and tried to look nonchalant. It was Fred, the night janitor coming by to empty the trash. The old man with a limp and a strange accent was quite friendly and normally quite talkative, something Joe was hoping to avoid, so he acted like he was in the process of leaving. As Joe put his books and laptop into his backpack, Fred finished dumping the can and was about to launch into one of his diatribes about the weather, the price of eggs or some other weighty issue. Instead he stood there and stared with a puzzled expression. Joe decided not to encourage him, by acting like he was in a big hurry to leave.

“Sorry Fred, I gotta go a little early today.” And he walked out the door and into the hallway. As he walked down the hall, Fred called out behind him.

“Hey Joe! Why you barefoot?”

Since she wasn’t driving Brad, the drive home was a little faster than usual. As she guided her car past the gates and to the four car garage, she noticed that her father and stepmom’s car were not there. “Good. Not much homework tonight, so I can chat with Uncle Bill.” She stopped by the kitchen to pick up something to eat. Luna, their cook, was chopping vegetables. She said without looking up “Dinner will be at 7:15 is that ok?”

“Yes, that’s fine Luna.”

She hurried upstairs and went to her room. The computer clock indicated it was too early, so she contented herself by doing her history reading. Mr. Bill, as he sometimes called himself, set his own hours, but always made himself available at this time every Monday. Bill Sommers, her father’s younger brother by five years seemed so laid back, compared to his brother that Heather wondered if he was adopted, but the looks, style of dressing and mannerisms confirmed that they indeed were genetically related. Finally the screen came on and the friendly countenance of Bill appeared.

Heather thought her uncle was the only male on the planet that she trusted in to confide her thoughts. Bill always listened, and made humorous observations without being judgmental in any way. That afternoon she talked about Brad which she usually did, school work, and the loser nerd with the clothing that looked rejected from Goodwill. Bill listened, offered his pithy commentary and a joke about bears in a forest pretending to be rabbits. He told her to read the chapter about Stalinism to better understand it. Heather’s phone beeped announcing the arrival of her father, which meant the conversation with Bill was over. She waved and said goodbye to Bill and his cute boyfriend Matt, who had squeezed himself into the picture to greet her.

Joe rode the bus home, glad that nobody had witnessed the exchange between him and the janitor. Tonight he would heat up his homemade stew and eat alone until his mother came home around 9PM. He had become quite adept at cooking ever since his parents divorced. A failed business partnership had left his mother with a large debt which required her to work two jobs at an average of 65 hours per week. It was not uncommon for her to fall asleep right after dinner. Joe would remove her shoes and drape blankets over her as she would usually fall asleep on the sofa instead of bed. The only day they had together was Sunday, so Joe never made any plans with his friends on that day.

As usual, Luna’s cooking was awesome, though it seemed Heather was the only one who noticed it. Her father Thomas, never Tom, prattled on about his activities with the booster club and his favorite subject, Brad. Thomas Sommers was the president escort maltepe of the school football booster club. He and others worked to recruit kids and have them move to his district in order to play football. Sometimes he helped the families find employment and affordable housing. His biggest triumph was managing to get Jack Neeson to leave his job at Northeast Tech to become coach at their high school. The reasons why a former NFL all-pro would leave his up and coming college team was a subject of much speculation. The district could pay him no more than 100,000 a year for fear of triggering criticism. It was up to the booster club to sweeten the deal without anyone noticing. All that mattered was that the team won a state championship last year and was probably going to do it again this year.

“Letter of Intent day is coming soon! Which one- USC or Florida?” He asked the question that he already planned to answer. “USC- good quarterback tradition, but not so much recently. Florida-SEC is the best conference by far.” He continued without paying much attention to his food.

“Coach Neeson thinks Brad could easily be pro material no matter what school, but a big name school in a real bowl game can do more to sew up his being first round in NFL draft. This will in turn increase our status among potential football transfer students choosing our school.”

On and on it went with her father dominating the conversation and expecting complete agreement. Heather and her stepmom stoically going along until they finally got him to start eating his cold food.

The next day was uneventful. The only vaguely interesting thing to Heather was cheerleading practice. The girls practically ran things themselves for the coach was there in name only. Ashley Neeson was the football coach’s 24 year old trophy wife whose only qualification for the job was her last name. She was usually late for practice and spent most of it glued to her phone. The only good aspect of her leadership was that she wasn’t a martinet like the last coach and would let them rest their injuries. Today it seemed like the whole squad had a sore ankle or smashed wrist, so practice was light dance routines and a few new chants. When they were finished, Brad texted her that he’ll be riding with someone else.

The following day was as uninteresting as the last. At the afterschool Yearbook meeting Heather was looking through the previous year’s edition when stumbled upon the picture of Joe Stevens.

“Good lord look at him!” She gasped.

“What’s up?” asked her friend Rachel.

“My math tutor. I thought he was a slob, but I figured he’d at least try to look good for his picture.”

“Ewww you sat in room alone with him?” Rachel looked repulsed by the image.

“It looks like he rolled out of bed just before the picture.” Said Heather.

“What’s the octopus on his shirt?” Rachel laughed.

“It says ‘Why vote for the lesser evil?’ Must be one of those stupid nerd jokes.” Heather hypothesized. She turned the page and Rachel lost interest. For some reason she wasn’t happy about what Rachel had said. Also there was a nagging feeling that she had met Joe before.

Saturday night was always date night with Brad. They’d go out and hang with friends or catch a movie. Whatever they did the evening wasn’t complete without sex. This night they were in the parking lot of a bowling alley, not because they liked the sport but because certain parts of the lot had much needed privacy. They sat there in silence as Brad took swigs from a bottle of whiskey. Heather leaned over and began to rub his crotch. “What will it be tonight, dear? Hand, mouth or pussy?” She thought to herself. Brad looked at her with bloodshot eyes as if he heard her internal question.

“I wanna fuck you up the ass.”

“In the back seat?” she pointed.

“Nah, on the hood.”

Heather searched her purse and fished out a packet of lube and a small towel. Getting fucked on or next to a car was not comfortable. She lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties, balling them up and placing them in her purse. She then went outside and placed towel on the edge of the car where her hips would be taking a pounding. She then lifted up her skirt presenting her heart shaped ass to be violated by her drunken lover.

He began to rub his cock on her ass crack as she bent over. He poured lube on the tip of his dick and some around her asshole. She began to relax her sphincter muscles to allow him inside. She reached back and put her hand around his shaft to control the insertion and give herself time to dilate. After a minute, he was completely inside her. He stopped as if enjoying the moment and then started fucking. Heather crossed her arms under her shirt and began lightly pinching her nipples. His pace quickened and he slapped her ass causing a small yelp. He then put his hands on her slightly reddened ass cheeks and increased his motion. Heather turned her head to see her reflection in the windshield. She watched as her body bounced rhythmically and he began to pant, which meant he was close. She began to count down from 10, then felt him spasm and she felt a familiar warmth in her rectum.

“Only off by one second.” She thought.

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(This is based on a story I wrote a long time ago. I decided to rewrite it because this is a dream of mine which actually came true!)

When I dream, I go places and do things, without all the humbug of daily life and without my physical limitations. The setting for my special place can be anything from a hot-tub, an igloo in Alaska, or a bungalow in Tahiti. I can have with me as many people as I want; however, it is usually me, my husband, and another man – or woman. What I like best about it is the fact it offers me the kind of privacy I don’t have in reality. I can fuck, make love, act out my kinkiest fantasies, or try some new things. There are no phones, TV’s, or any type of communication with the outside world. This means there will be no interruptions from family, health, work, or pets. Tonight, I am meeting a new friend there, in a cabin deep in the hills amidst a winter wonderland.

I will call my friend John, because real names are not important in my dream world. I emailed him today saying, “Hi lover, meet me in my dream tonight. I just know you’ll love the location too; it’s a cabin, deep in the woods, surrounded by snow. It’s supplied with everything we need; food, drink, warmth, a calm atmosphere, serenaded by romantic music. We will have a night filled with lust and desire darling. Naked huggies, Deana.”

I wonder when I fall asleep tonight, if I will be the first to arrive. As I drift into dreamland, I’m walking through the forest up a well marked path carrying a small overnight bag. My attire consists of a coat along with warm winter clothing. I come to a small clearing and notice before me a rustic cabin, with curls of smoke coming from its chimney. It looks oddly familiar and as I walk onto the porch a sign upon the door reads, “Deana’s Secret Hideaway.”

Then I remember and say, “Oh yes, I’ve been here before.”

I also know that the door is always unlocked for me; I open it and walk into a warm, cozy room. Every time I see this place, it takes my breath away. There is a romantic, sensuous ataşehir escort setting; wooden furniture including a wet-bar, a fireplace with a roaring fire, a white bearskin rug, and a fur covered bed.

I take off my coat, walk over and hang it in the closet. I then take my bag and set it on the bed, and lay out some sultry things; a sheer lavender teddy, with a matching robe that barely covers anything. I giggle, “Who knows I might get a chance to wear them.”

I strip off my heavy winter things and look at the items, then think of the bearskin rug. I tingle all over at the thought of the thick, soft fibers against my bare skin and decide to go au’ natural.

I then proceed to walk over to a bar, get an ice bucket, wine and two goblets. I lick my lips in anticipation, return to the rug, and set the items off to the side. Then I lie down on the bearskin and coo as the fabric tickles every inch of me, like a million tiny fingers. I’m lost in a daydream when he arrives, and I do not see him enter the room.

My friend arrives and I’m lying naked in front of the fireplace with my back turned away from him. He cannot keep his eyes off my alluring skin which is glistening in the light of the fire. He licks his lips because his mouth is dry, then gasps as his heat skips a beat, his cock beginning to stir.

He mutters under his breath, “Oh god, she is more beautiful than her picture!” He cannot wait to touch me and hurries over to the bed to undress so he can join me.

The sound of him undressing alerts me. I look over, blink seductively, and whisper, “Hello lover! Glad you could make it. Oh, come to me darling, and pour us some wine to toast this occasion.”

He quickly joins me on the rug. He reached for the wine, pours two glasses, and hands one to me. Holding his glass up he says, “Here’s to us darling.”

We clink glasses and we each take a drink, and set the goblets off to the side. He pulls me close and kisses me passionately while our tongues do the dance of lovers. His fingers slowly kadıköy escort bayan caress my wanting body, making me shudder in response. His lips, voice and touch turns me on more as he sets my skin ablaze with desire. I rub the small of his back with my left hand and feel him quivering with anticipation. I then reach for his hardening cock, nestled against my thigh and purr, “Oh John, I wanted you the first time I saw your picture. I longed to feel your lips kiss and caress every inch of my naked body. I needed to feel your tongue encircling my clit and lapping at my pussy.

As he played with my breasts, I ached to feel his cock throbbing in my hands as I gently stroke it. “Oh honey, make love to me!”

He looks lovingly into my eyes, kisses me, and utters, “Lay down darling, I’m hungry to taste you with my lips from your sweet mouth to your delicious cunt! I want to hear you squeal in delight as I tantalize your hardening nipples. You will beg me to fuck you as I run my tongue through your glistening pussy, feeling its wetness on my chin. Oh god baby, you don’t know how much I needed to feel your cunt wrapped around my throbbing member as I enter you slowly, as I make love to you. I love you Deana!”

I look into his blue eyes and confess, “I love you too John! Oh honey, take me, I’m all yours, do what you want to me tonight!” I lay back trembling with desire as he begins to entice my body. He kisses, sucks, and nibbles every inch of me, leaving a wet trail as his tongue works it magic.

“Oh my god, I love what you’re doing, keep going lover, don’t stop!”

He flicks his way down to my pussy, then moves in position between my legs. After spreading the labia, he blows warm breath across it and watches it ooze. Watching my face out of the corner of his eye, he starts teasing the flesh with just the tip of his tongue, slowly and deliberately.

I moan in sheer delight, turning my head side to side. I cannot stand the anticipation and shriek, “Eat my pussy!”

He just takes his time, lapping escort maltepe at every inch of my pussy, tasting its sweet honey and inhaling its intoxicating aroma. He pauses long enough to say, “Oh love, your pussy tastes so sweet, I can’t get enough of your nectar!”

Next, he zeroes in on my clit with his mouth as his fingers enter my pulsating hole.

I pull his head closer and yell, “Oh yessss, right there, oh my god, just like that. Mmm baby, suck my clit, harder, and finger-fuck my hole! Ooooh, darling you’re going to make me cum!”

He sucks my clit into his mouth and teases it aggressively with his tongue as his fingers slide into my vaginal orifice. I begin to shake so hard he has to hold onto my bucking hips to keep me from falling off the bed.

One finger slowly pushes in and out, then two, finger-fucking me hard, feeling the muscles grasp and milk them like a small cock.

He looks up, pauses and suggests, “Cum in my mouth, baby!”

I give a breathless reply, “Oh bite my clit. Ooooh fuck, yessss, ahhhhhhhh, baby, I am cumming!”

He watches my wave of climax overtaking my body, and cannot hold back any longer. He rises up, grasps his cock, and shoves it inside me all the way with one deep thrust. He looks into my face and exclaims, “Oh fuck, my sweet Deana, that’s it, keep on cuming. I love the way your cunt feels on my cock, milk it baby! Wrap your legs around me so I can fuck you deeper. Oh, this feels so damn good!’

I watch his face contort with desire as he makes love to me. I raise my hips to meet his thrusts as the two of us move in unison. I feel another climax building from deep within my womanhood.

All of a sudden his body goes rigid, and he shouts, “Oooooooh yes, ooooooh, ahhhhhhhh, yes, oooooooh, I am there.” Shooting cum so hard, he almost loses his balance and falls off the bed.

We lay there for awhile locked in each other’s embrace, with his cock still inside me. I wish this moment would last forever, frozen in time. I kiss him, part my lips, and intertwine my tongue with his. Afterwards I snuggle close to him while he encircles me with his arms. I then lay my head upon his chest and listen to the beating of his heart in unison with mine.

Our love is spoken without words, he belongs to me now.

The saga continues…

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The affair continues with skinny dipping by a tropical waterfall.

This is a continuation of Hawaii Aloha!! and is best understood by reading the previous chapter.

*****

We had been emailing back and forth for the next couple of days and decided to go hiking on Wednesday afternoon. Mary was staying at the place of a friend in Kahului and so she gave me the address to come and pick her up. I arrived at Hilua Place and rang the front door with no response. I wandered around the side of the house and noticed a small bungalow in the back. There were bras and lady’s knickers streaming from the clothesline to the left of the bungalow and I began to suspect that Mary was staying there so I knocked on the door. A minute later, she was standing in the doorway looking a little harried. I got a glimpse of the small front room which was strewn with small clothes and other paraphernalia.

“Sorry Sam, I am not quite ready. Can you wait out in the car?”

So, I retreated to the car and sat listening to pop music on the radio for the next 10 to 15 minutes. I was beginning to wonder what was up, when Mary stepped up the passenger door and let herself in. She was wearing tight fitting cut-off jeans and a pink tank top. Her flowing braids were contained by a triangular pink kerchief and her hoop earrings dangled to the side.

“I hate this!” she said. “I can’t find a god dam thing.” She went on to explain that she had been evicted from her apartment earlier that month, for what reason I never really understood. Most of her stuff in storage somewhere and she clearly felt dispossessed. She was staying at the place of a male friend who was away on business. To top it off, her motorbike had recently been stolen and she had no means of transport. It was clear that her life had taken a turn for the worst recently and I really was concerned for her. Mary had a motor mouth and was talking non-stop and so I tried to be a good listener as we made are way by car to the trailhead.

After 10 or so minutes of venting, Mary’s mood seemed to turn and she began to talk about our outing for the afternoon.

“The place we are going is beautiful! Waterfalls and hidden pools and fantastic wildflowers, I think you will really enjoy it!”

As we chatted, I reached over and gently stroked her left arm and then along the top of her thigh. Her skin was smooth and chocolate brown and pleasantly warm and I was having fun gliding my hand along the surface. Mary smiled and reached over to stroke my leg in echo of my movements. I widened the ark of my strokes and briefly meandered along the seam of her shorts that pressed against her pussy. I was rewarded by a sharp intake of her breath and the stroke of her fingers along the bulge in my pants. My dick began to swell and she had fun playing with it through the fabric of my shorts. I could see the nipples of her tits poking through her tank-top and so I gave them a gentle pinch and the went back to that sweet spot between her thighs. The seam of her jeans was quite firmly applied to her crotch and made a smooth path for my fingers to glide over. So, I began to stroke up and down along it gently pressing on the clit underneath. Mary let out a low moan and lay back in the seat, staring into space. My cock was hard with the excitement of the moment and I was having difficulty concentrating on driving but all I could think about was rubbing her pussy through the seam of her jeans. So, I stroked up and down, up and down, up and down trying to make her cum.

Mary was tense with sexual energy, lay there panting with a faraway look of ecstasy.

“Are you trying to cum?” I asked.

“No! I am trying to not cum. Its better if you hold it off for as long as possible!”

And so, there were skimming along the rural highway with me stroking and cajoling and doing my damnedest to bring her to screaming orgasm and she was there trying to suppress it! My whole body was tingling with excitement. But of course, town arrived.

We pulled up to the first of two traffic lights in Paia, Hawaii, a small picturesque town in the southeast.

Returning from the twilight zone, Mary asked, “Can we stop and get some food for our picknic?”

I said, “Sure,” and we turned into a side street and parked in an open lot a short way up the road. On our way back into town, we ran into an old acquaintance of Mary’s named Pam. Pam was a thin, petite Caucasian woman with long kinky wavy brown hair and wire-rimmed glasses. She had on a, long, flowing, green, sleeveless linen dress, Birkenstocks and carried a backpack. She seemed a relic of the granola generation. She and Mary struck up an animated conversation about friends and what each other had been up to and ended in herbal remedies for various ailments.

We said, “good-by” and wandered down to the local general store. The store was a relic from a bygone era with worn wooden floors, creaking shelves full of organically produced foodstuffs and two ancient refrigerator counters holding lunchmeat. We grabbed some sesame crackers and ordered a small container of shrimp ataşehir escort sautéd in garlic butter and a quarter pound each of sliced ham and salami. As we waited for our order, Mary leaned back into me and pushed her ass into my semi-erect member and wiggled, sending shivers through my torso. I put my hands on her bare shoulders and gently kneaded her neck. So we played a little while until our food arrived and then headed back up the hill to the car, holding hands.

At the door to the car, Mary turned and gave me and open-mouthed kiss with a slight probe of the tongue. Then smiled and took a seat in the car. A little dazed and incredibly horny, I followed suit.

It was only a short drive to the trailhead down the road and so we had only a little time for playing in the car. On arrival, I grabbed my daypack out of the car and stuffed added the foodstuffs to the wine bottle already stored there. I picked up my Nicon and Mary slung a messenger bag around her shoulder and we started up the trail. It started as a gravel road but soon narrowed to a small trail paralleling a tinkling stream to our left. There were beautiful flowers all around and there was lush greenery surrounding the stream. I stopped to take multiple pictures of the surroundings and of Mary as we wandered up the trail. Mary and I would stop periodically to give each other a smooch but we were prevented in getting more serious by the presence of a young couple that was walking the trail with us.

Soon the trail intersected with the stream, which we had to repeatedly ford. At one point, we were literally wandering up the stream. This proved too taxing for our companions and so we were left alone at last. After a quarter of a mile, we reached a beautiful waterfall pouring into a small lake at the head of the stream. The pool had undercut the surrounding hillside and so there was an overhang, which shielded a small rocky beach from the waterfall above. We picked our way around the pool weaving in and out of the surrounding greenery to reach the rocky beach just to the right of the waterfall. Mary surprised me when she drew a faded quilt out of her messenger bag for us to sit on and we spread our picnic around us. I poured some wine for each of us into two plastic cups and we attacked the surrounding feast. In between bites of cheese and salami we kissed and gently brushed against each other. Mary was especially fond of the shrimp and would occasionally feed me tidbits.

As I became sated with food, sexual desire reasserted itself and so I began to stroke Mary’s back and bum. Soon my hand was stroking the tops and sides and finally the inner surfaces of her thighs and her attention shifted from the food and drink. Soon enough my fingers found my favorite spot, that stiff seem of her jeans that ran over her pussy. I began to rub up and down, up and down and Mary’s breath began to come in ragged gasps. She put her hand between my legs and stroked my cock in pantomime of my actions. The pleasure was intense and prolonged and exquisite. Then she turned to me and gave me and open-mouthed kiss and we probed each other with our tongues as well as our fingers. The sexual tension began to build yet again that afternoon only to be interrupted once more by the arrival of another young couple to our sacred pool.

He was a muscular, bearded young man in Teva sandals, who I guessed was in his early 30’s. His partner was of similar age, slim and curvaceous, with her long brown hair pulled into a pony-tail. They appeared quite fit, and had a comfort with the surroundings that suggested that they were outdoor enthusiasts. They waved to us and began to investigate the surroundings. The man passed us by as he explored under the waterfall.

As he went by I said, “We have some wine and food, would you like to join us?”

Politely, he replied, “Thanks, but no thanks” and wandered off.

Mary and I went back to sipping our wine and chatting with an occasional kiss or furtive grope.

Soon enough, the man has stripped down to his boxers and dove into the pool, swimming under the waterfall. It looked like great fun and I was considering joining him when about 30 feet away, his partner began to strip into the nude and dove into the pool. I was quick enough with my camera to get some nice pictures of her tits before her dive.

They were having such a great time swimming under the waterfall that I turned to Mary and said, “that looks like too much fun, not to join them!”.

And so we both stripped down and I dove into the water. Mary gasped at the cold of the water and stood at the shoreline in the buff watching us.

I swam out to the couple and said, “Hi. This is fantastic.”

The each replied “Hi.” And the guy said “Yeah, spectacular!”

So, I swam around in the pool and made my way under the waterfall. Being under the spray was like being pummeled by a thousand fists and so I quickly made my way behind the fall. The couple began to swim back to their landing spot and so I soon made my way to Mary’s side once again. We embraced and kissed.

She kadıköy escort bayan said, “It was just too cold so I couldn’t get in!”

Mary and I sat back down on the quilt, sans cloths and picked up our wine cups. My cock had transiently shrunk with the cold of the water but on exit, it began to swell again as I gazed at Mary’s perky little tits. My hand found its way back between Mary’s thighs and I had unobstructed access to her moist warm pussy and rigid clit. So, I began to draw circles around her pussy lips and gently play with her clit. Stroking her was a real turn on and my dick was rigid with sexual energy.

The couple began to dress and wandered out of the sanctuary, which was the signal for Mary and I to attacked each other. Our mouths drew together and explored each other’s lips and tongues. My fingers were playing in and out of her pussy and flicking along the surface of her clit and she had grabbed my cock and was stroking up and down, up and down resulting in shocks of pleasure. Then Mary lay back on the quilt and spread her legs wide and so I kneeled above her and drove by eager dick into her.

“Ahh!!”

“Aaahh!” we each exclaimed and I began to drive back and forth into the moist, slick heaven of Mary’s pussy.

“Can I take some pictures of you?” I asked.

And she replied, “Sure, why not!” and gave a laugh.

So, I drew out of her and picked up my camera. I began with a shot of her, legs spread wide with the stream of the waterfall behind and then progressed to greater and greater close-ups of her face and tits and pussy.

She had an exuberant smile and said, “lookin’ good?”

I said, “Yeah!”

If anything, I wanted her even more and so I had to drive my dick back into her moist cave, In out, in out, picture, picture, in out. I couldn’t make up my mind whether to be taking pictures or fuck her in earnest, but ultimately the fucking won out and so I ditched my camera to focus on our mutual pleasure.

Her braids were flying in disarray as she moaned and sighed and her nipples were crinkled erect. All I could think about was the smooth, tight, glide of dick in pussy, in and out, in and out, in and out. Mary had her hands on my hips as if to drive me deeper and deeper into her willing twat.

I put my thumb on her erect clit and began to knead it with the moist juices emanating from Mary’s pussy. Her breathing and moans became more frenetic and I could feel her twat constricting around my pulsing dick. The ecstasy was almost unbearable.

I heard her cry out, “Aaaaahhhh!!” and arch backwards.

And I responded, “Aaahhhhh!!”, and drove my cock deep into her moist pussy and spurted … spurted … spurted hot gushing cum, which flowed between us, making the glide of my echoed thrusts ever more slippery.

We became still, silent, breathing heavily, yet linked together by the grasp of her pussy on my cock. The sound of the rushing waterfall to my left, inserted itself back into my consciousness as did the chill of the cool air on my ass and legs. A small crick in my 50 year-old back began to signal me and so I pulled out and stood above her.

Mary’s breathing stilled and she lay back, as if in a coma. Her face was smoothed and calm, the worries of the world gone for the moment. Her nipples were no longer erect and her breasts sagged slightly to the sides as her chest gently rose and fell. Her legs remained wide, feet dangling in the air and her pussy gaped slightly from the loss of my cock. Globs of whitish cum began to ooze out and slowly run down over the crinkled coin of her asshole.

She smiled at me and said, “All right!” and stood up to give me a hug and a kiss. She wandered over to the pool, squat and splashed water over her messy twat, then wandered back to pick up, and drink from her forgotten wine glass. She began to graze over the scattered bounty strewn on the picnic blanket.

Mary seemed to pulse with energy and I felt sluggish and shrunken, like the little pal that dangled between my legs. I have always found it interesting the difference in response of men and women to orgasm. Men laze in the glow of post coital euphoria, like a cat in the sun, their movement sloth-like. Women are bursting with energy, minds hyper alert, aware of the slightest change in their surrounding. It is almost as if semen, is a magical potent life force that when contained in the man drives him into a sexual frenzy, willing to fuck anything that moves. This magic juice when injected into a woman gives her a burst of energy, raising her consciousness and giving her a powerful reserve to expend at need. I think of the male praying mantis, frantic for release, only to have his head devoured by his mate at the first sign of post coital torpor. Certainly, if the generally smaller female human ever wished to murder her mate, the moments just after orgasm would be the most opportune time.

I began to shiver, my core was chilled by the lake swim, the expel of my hot cum and the cool breeze blowing up the canyon and so I dressed and stamped escort maltepe about the campsite, munching on cheese and salami. It was then that I noticed that the weather had begun to change. The warm afternoon sunshine that had been filtering through the trees was gone. Replaced by grey threatening clouds.

Mary asked “cold?”

I replied, “Yes! Looks like its going to rain.”

So, we packed up our stuff as quickly as possible and began our trek down the trail. The wind began to pick up and a few scattered raindrops hit face and arms. We soon ran into a family rushing down the trail with us. It was lucky they did not run into us earlier! As we passed them the trail widened and the rainfall increased, so we began to jog, side by side. Soon enough, the rain was pelting down and we raced each other, whooping and laughing to burst into the parking lot and scramble into the car.

I was soaked to the bone, shirt plastered to my torso, shivering and gasping. Despite the run, I was still cold to the marrow and was very slow to warm up. Mary was breathing deeply in the passenger seat and looked like a drowned rat but was in high spirits.

“That was fun!” she exclaimed. “Some of the best sex I have had in a long while and in such beautiful surroundings!”

“Yeah!” I chattered back. “I have always wanted to fuck by a waterfall! And when that woman stripped and dove into the pool! That was hot! But I was really hoping that couple might join us. I really wanted to have a foursome there! I have never had a foursome and really wanted to try it!”

Mary said, “You’ve never had a foursome? Well I think I can remedy that! I have some friends that live out in the woods not far from here. I bet they would be interested; they are always up for some fun! Marie will be really happy to have that big dick of yours between her thighs! Of course, I will have to make do with Darren’ little cock. Lucky my pussy is good and tight! Let me borrow your phone, mines on the fritz and I will call them to see if we can come over.”

I passed my phone to Mary and she dialed their number. As she waited for the rings, my mind fantasized all the positions we could try! I wanted to try putting my dick into serial pussies to test out their differences. I wanted to try double penetration and having one woman ride my cock and another ride my face. But most of all I had always wanted to test out a sequence I had first read about in “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues”. In one scene in the book, the protagonist (I can’t remember her name, the one with the hitch-hiker thumbs) is picked up by this seemingly “normal” middle aged couple. Once they get her home, the wife unzips the cowgirls jump suit to expose her large firm tits and golden furry triangle of a pussy. The wife then starts to massage the cowgirl’s breasts and sucking her nipples and probing with her fingers into the cowgirls moistening snatch. A few minutes later they are naked on the floor doing 69 to each other and having a jolly good time when the husband arrives and plunges his dick into the cowgirls oozing pussy. Meanwhile the wife tongues the cowgirl’s clit and her husband’s balls as they bang away to an explosive orgasm.

So anyway, I was beginning to get stiff again just thinking about the possibilities when Mary hung up and said, “They aren’t answering the phone! Damn, they must be out.”

My dreams evaporated into damp puddles about our feet. “Damn!” I replied, “I was really hoping that might work out!”

Meanwhile, we were shrouded in the white mist of the fogged car windows that had precipitated from the moisture from our wet clothing. So, I started up the car and got the window defoggers going. Mary kept racking her brain to come up with some other interested party to join us in some afternoon fun but several calls later we were still short and started on our way home.

Wet and chilled from the sudden rainstorm, we had about an hour ride back to my hotel and so we began to chat about a whole series of topics. Mary told me about her lovely granddaughter and her pride in her son as a father and provider. She genuinely liked her son’s wife and was hoping that their marriage would be successful. I told her about my children and new grandson and the fun I had playing with him on the floor of his parent’s apartment. We talked about race relations between American whites and blacks. I discussed some difficulties I had with students because of poor choice of words on my part. Mary seemed to just ignore race as an issue. In Hawaii, she was one of a relatively small population of blacks and so most of her friends were whites or Asian and it was all the same to her. I thought if only the entire US population was more like Mary and her friends.

As we drove, the sky became a swirl of brilliant blues and pinks, a parting gift of the short-lived rainstorm. The backcountry of Maui is primarily large farms of sugarcane, corn and other crops and we were skimming along through golden brown fields with Haleakela, the extinct volcanic cone of Maui towering to our left, when in front of us loomed an old vacant sugarcane factory with silent smoke stacks pointing to the brilliant afternoon sky. So, I just had to stop and take some photographs of the scene. Mary got out and cavorted about me, full of energy. To this day, I am amazed to think back at the joy she got in life.

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There’s an old saying in the world of photography that “sooner or later, everyone will shoot a nude,” but I never really pursued it. Not that I wouldn’t have loved to spend my time and effort recording the beauty of naked young women but, being married to a rather conservative woman, I concentrated my artistic efforts on flowers and landscapes instead. I’ve managed to build a pretty good portfolio and client base of fine art print sales and publications over the years, so it’s not like I feel like I’ve missed anything.

I’ve also become a mentor and technical advisor to my niece, Veronica, who became interested in photography during her high school years when she worked on the school yearbook. Of all my nieces, she’s the one I’ve always been closest to over the years, despite the fact that she lives 1500 miles away. This common interest in photography has served to keep us talking at a point in her life when the old folks aren’t usually interesting. Now that she’s in college, she often calls with news of her life and she shares a lot of pictures via email, as well.

It wasn’t long after Ronnie, as Iusually refer to her, went to college that I began to see an interesting change in her photography, a quantum jump from the usual high school yearbook work and snapshots of friends. It started with a shadowy black and white picture of a young couple making love. It didn’t show anything, not even faces, but it was extremely sexy all the same – enough to make my cock twitch, at least. As time went on, Ronnie sent me examples of even more of this kind of work. I often kidded her about bringing out the dirty old man in me by sending me these nude shots of her nubile friends, but I helped her with my critiques of the pictures, both technical and artistic, and the pictures of all subjects that she sent just kept getting better. To help give her inspiration, I often would send her links to the websites of photographers whose work, in any genre, that I found interesting.

Shortly after Christmas this year, Ronnie came to visit and spend a week shooting pictures with me. The first couple of days were mild and sunny and we spent a lot of time outdoors around the tourist hangouts, which we had mostly to ourselves. The pictures we were both getting were great.

The third morning of her visit, the weather was awful. I saw my wife off to work and my son off to school and puttered with cleaning up my equipment while I let slept in. Around mid-morning, she stumbled out of the guest room and into my little office, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a wife-beater t-shirt. I could see the large dark nipples of her nearly non-existent breasts through the thin white material and had to remind myself to look her in the eye.

I suppose a bit of description would be in order. Veronica is, in a word, tiny. No more than five feet tall, I doubt she weighs 90 pounds. Her hair is a dark auburn color and she has very deep blue eyes, though she wears green contacts. She has a very nice figure, with wide enough hips that you know she’s a woman and not a young girl, despite her small stature and tiny breasts. She’s very athletic, too, which helps to keep her stomach flat and her legs and arms firm.

“What are we gonna do today?” she yawned. “I looked outside and the weather’s awful.”

I told her I wasn’t sure. “Maybe we can just take a day off and plan for the next few days shooting? Maybe this muck will blow out of here tonight.”

We spent a little while looking at websites and ran across a photo that we both found interesting. The model was topless in jeans, sitting on her feet and facing away from the camera. I said “I bet I could do a shot like that if I had a model.”

Ronnie said, “That sounds fun. Besides, There’s someone special that I’d like to give a few shots for Valentines…”

In no time we were deep in a discussion, planning out a series of poses. We used masking tape to hang a dark sheet on the wall in the guest room where Ronnie was staying, then she sent me out while she changed into some low-rider jeans. When I came in she posed, still in her wife-beater, so I could set up the camera and adjust a couple of things to make the natural light coming in the window show her to the best advantage. Ronnie’s only stipulation for these pictures was that I not show her face. That was fine by me, since the model’s face wasn’t showing in the picture we were trying to imitate.

I turned around while Ronnie pulled off her shirt and got back into the pose with her back to me. I snapped a few frames of each of the poses we had planned on my digital camera until we’d gone through all of them. She asked me to turn around while she put her shirt back on and then we checked the pictures on the camera’s LCD screen.

“Not ataşehir escort bad,” she grumbled, “but I really don’t like the way the jeans look.”

“What if we drape a sheet around your hips like one of the other sets of shots on that website and see how that looks?” I suggested.

I really expected her to say no, but she liked the idea. We found another dark sheet to use and I left the room until she called me back in. The pose was nearly right, except that I thought the sheet was a bit too high on her hips, so I said, “excuse me while I adjust this” and moved the sheet around until it was low enough to show just the very top of the cleft between her ass cheeks. Unfortunately, that also showed her pink cotton panties. I explained the problem to Ronnie and she told me to adjust whatever needed adjusting for the shot, since she couldn’t see what the camera could.

My cock lurched and my mouth went dry as I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties and tugged them down low enough on her hips that I could hide them with the sheet. Her skin was very warm, and I had to stop myself from lingering to touch or look.

After these shots, I left the room while Ronnie dressed. I was downloading the pictures from the camera’s memory when she came in. Was it my imagination or were her nipples hard? We sat close together while we went through the photos together on the computer. It was a very strange but erotic experience to be sitting next to my niece while we looked at these nudes of her, even if the most they showed was a hint of her ass crack. We picked our favorites and touched them up. I must admit, for a first time effort at photographing a nude, I did some pretty good work.

Ronnie showered while I fixed lunch. Over lunch, she said she had been looking at herself in the mirror and had a couple of ideas for more shots. As she described the poses, I slowly began to realize something.

“But that would mean you’d have to be…”

“Naked? I know.”

I found it hard to swallow the mouthful of food I had been chewing. There were several thoughts that ran through my mind: 1) This would be the first time I’d had an eighteen-year-old-girl naked in my bedroom since I was that age myself. 2) My wife would shoot us both if she found out. 3) I hope I don’t cum in my pants.

The poses were modest at first, mostly similar to the shots we’d done with the sheet draped on her hips. Even though she was totally naked, there was nothing to see except that in a few of the shots you could see every bit of the cleft between her round buttocks. We then moved on to a series of photos where she was standing on the bed on her knees, her upper body turned away slightly. The whole situation was so bizarre and erotic that I was barely able to concentrate on taking the photos, but I managed, despite the way my cock was twitching and oozing drops of pre-cum into my underwear.

We took another break to check the previews. Veronica merely wrapped a towel around herself as we skipped through the pictures on the camera. When we’d gone through the latest batch, I commented “I think we’ve gotten about as many views of your back as I can imagine.” I really was running out of ideas. “So unless you can think of a pose or two…” I left it hanging. Would she let me shoot anything more explicit than we’d already done?

“I have a few ideas,” she stammered nervously. “Just don’t get my face in them. I’d hate to have that sort of picture pop up if I run for Congress or something.”

“OK,” I said. “Anytime you’re ready.” I turned around while she settled into the pose.

We started this round of pictures with a classic pose that I’ve always loved. Veronica sat on the bed with one leg tucked under herself, the other knee up and her arms wrapped around it, her head was down on her arms. My view from the side only showed the slight swell of the side of her tiny breast. The nipple was hidden because her leg was in the way. I’ve always loved this pose, and did my best to get good images of it.

“Can we do something a little wilder now?” she asked.

I gulped. “What did you have in mind?

“This!” She flopped onto her back, blocking her pubic mound from view by raising the leg that was toward me, and covering her breasts with one arm as she propped herself up on one elbow. She grinned nervously and then turned her head away as I ducked behind the camera and focused. I took several shots of this, both full-body and upper torso. In the few minutes that this took, my cock just kept getting harder.

“My arm’s getting tired,” she complained. Surprisingly, rather than lay completely back on the bed, she dropped the arm that was covering her breasts, giving me my first unobstructed view of them. As I’ve said, her breasts kadıköy escort bayan are tiny, but what nipples she has! Slightly larger than quarters, deep brownish pink, they were puffy and sat up proudly on the ends of her breasts. She arched her back and I quickly snapped a few more pictures, zooming in from the wide full-body view of her petite frame, to an upper body shot, and finally a close-up view of the side of one breast. Her nipples were extremely hard, even though the room was quite warm.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“Ready for another?” she asked.

“Are you sure?”

“I want these pictures to be special and you’re the only one I’d trust enough to take them”

The next pose was very similar to those we had just done, except that Ronnie covered her pubic mound with her tiny hand and put down the leg had been hiding her pussy from view. Again and again I clicked away at the shutter – thank God for big memory cards. One of the shots from this round was a closeup of her hand on her mound, the fingers just barely curved down along her pussy. There didn’t seem to be a hair on her mound. I was fully erect now, full of forbidden lust for my sexy young niece.

It was around this time that Veronica seemed to forget I was even there, and she began to move from one position to another as I continued to snap photo after photo. Her hand moved down further between her legs, her other hand reaching up to tease a nipple. Eventually she was openly masturbating, her moans filling the room, punctuated only by the click of the shutter as she writhed on the bed. She moved through several positions until she finally climaxed. At that point she was up on her knees, her head and shoulders on the mattress, with two fingers from one hand furiously working on her clit while the middle finger from her other hand worked just as hard on her asshole. I could see the wetness oozing from her, making a long drip of clear girl-cum that stretched from her soaked wrist. It had almost reached the bed when it broke and dropped to the sheets.

“Put down the camera,” she panted. “Put it down and touch me.”

“Are you sure you want that?” I asked, incredulous at the thought of my 19-year-old niece inviting me, her 50-year-old uncle, to put my hands on her naked body. It had been strange enough that she would have even gone this far and masturbated in front of me as I took pictures.

“Yes, dammit!” she yelled. “Touch me! I need your hands on my tits, my pussy. I want you to touch me. I want you to taste me. I want you to make love to me, Uncle Bill.”

Almost reluctantly, I put down the camera and moved beside her on the bed as she stayed up on her knees with her head down on the mattress. I reached out a trembling hand and placed it on her ass. Her skin was warm, covered in a sheen of sweat. I brought my other hand to her slim thigh and began to move upward toward her pussy. It seemed we were both holding our breath, waiting for that first contact to be made.

At last, my fingers found their way to her wet slit. She moaned as I dipped a finger into her vagina to gather a little moisture. Sh moaned even louder as I slid that same slick finger along her inner lips and circled the hard nub of her clit. As I rolled her clit around with the index finger of one hand I massaged the firm flesh of her ass with the other.

“Inside me,” Ronnie moaned. “Put your fingers inside me.”

I honored her request, slipping a finger deep inside her soaked channel. Kneeling behind her I began to lap at her ass crack while I fingered her pussy. My thumb took over the job of massaging her clit. She was moaning loudly as her hips bucked back against me, fucking herself against the finger which was now rubbing her g-spot and forcing my tongue against her anus. A second climax rocked her tiny body and more juices poured from her, soaking my hand and dripping to the sheets below. Sated for the moment, Ronnie pulled away from me and lay flat on the bed. I sat beside her naked form, still fully clothed, and massaged the warm flesh of her ass.

A few moments later she recovered from her climax and lazily rolled over. Her face was flushed and her hair was damp on her forehead. She sat up and smiled at me.

“Wow. That was a strong one,” she sighed. “Now for you. Stand up.”

I stood by the edge of the bed and took in the sight as Ronnie undid the button fly of my jeans and worked them and my boxers to the floor. As I kicked them away from my feet, she scooted to the edge of the bed and sat with her legs spread around me, her ankles locked behind my own. Then she reached around and placed a hand on each ass cheek, and pulled my throbbing cock to her mouth.

I nearly came the second her mouth wrapped around my shaft. She kept one hand escort maltepe on my ass, using the other to fondle my nuts and occasionally stroke my cock. Her lips and tongue explored the every bit of my hard-on – running over the head and up and down the shaft, even occasionally taking my balls in her mouth to suck them gently. Her hand gripped my ass and I unconsciously began to push myself into her mouth, I felt my balls really tighten up against my shaft as I approached a climax of my own, but Ronnie seemed to sense that. She lifted her mouth from my cock, still holding it lightly by the base of the shaft and looked up at me.

“I want this in my pussy,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“Are you sure?”

She bit her lip and nodded. ” Yes. I want you inside me. I want you to be the first, Uncle Bill.”

“Your first?” I stammered. “Shouldn’t that be with someone special?”

“But you are special, Uncle Bill,” she whispered as she looked deep into my eyes. “You’re the most special man ever in my life. I’ve always loved you. I’ve wanted you since, well, forever, so just put this inside me.” She tightened her grasp on my cock and started guiding me by it so that I moved between her thighs. I moved in closer, as she lined my cock up with her opening. Her wetness coating me and helping to lubricate me, I slid into her with one gentle stroke. I watched as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as I started to move in and out of her tight sheath.

“I feel so stretched,” she groaned. “It almost hurts.”

“Just relax” I murmured as I held her close. My cock was throbbing with every heartbeat and I could feel Ronnie’s virgin sheath clasping me as she fought to relax and accommodate my hardness.

“Mmmmmm,” Ronnie sighed. “It’s already starting to feel better, but I feel so full.”

I moved in and out of her in long slow strokes, savoring the feel of her tight and velvety pussy. I tried to pace myself and not work up to a climax too soon, realizing that this may be the only occurrence of this forbidden act. Ronnie, on the other hand was growing impatient with my slow strokes. She dug her heels into my ass and directed my thrusts, urging me to pick up the pace.

“Ooo, yeah,” she purred. “Faster and harder, just like that!”

My legs were beginning to warn me that I couldn’t keep up this frantic pumping, no matter how willing my spirit may have been to plow Ronnie’s furrow for several hours. “Ride me,” I whispered in her ear as I rolled over onto my back, keeping my cock buried deep in her tunnel as I did.

Ronnie rode me hard, bouncing herself up and down on my rod at a frantic pace as she built to yet another orgasm. I pulled her down and crushed her chest against mine, kissing her deeply as I humped up to meet her on her downward motions.

“Fuck me, Uncle Bill,” she moaned. “Fuck me! I’m so close! I need to cum!”

Not changing my pace, I moved my hand down her back to the cleft between her firm ass cheeks and to her perfect little anal rosebud. It was slick from her juices, not to mention the saliva I had left when I had put my tongue there, and my index finger easily slid into her up to the second knuckle.

“Oh, my God, yes!” Ronnie howled as she came. I don’t know how I kept from cumming myself as she bucked and groaned on top of me. The rippling contractions going on in her pussy were incredible.

“I love you, Uncle Bill,” she whispered as she caught her breath, still riding me gently, the ‘aftershocks’ of her climax causing her to shudder involuntarily now and then and giving my cock some very pleasant squeezes. I began to buck up into her, eager now to build to my own orgasm.

After a few minutes of very pleasant love-making, during which Ronnie and I kissed almost non-stop, I felt that old familiar tingle in my groin that meant my climax was near. As my balls drew up tight, I broke our kiss.

“I’m about to cum,” I announced. “I don’t want to get you pregnant…”

I’m on the pill, Uncle Bill,” Ronnie said. She sat up slightly and smiled down at me. “Fill me up. Cum in me!”

I started working hard to reach my climax, pushing with renewed strength into Ronnie’s cunt. She ground her hips down on me and I could feel her squeezing her inner muscles as she moaned, “Cum inside me. Fill up my hot little pussy. Shoot your hot load in me and fill me full.”

In no time, I was obliging her. I groaned and thrust one last time, deeper than I had ever been in her up til then, and emptied my balls in a half-dozen large squirts.

“I feel it!” Ronnie cried out. “I feel you shooting in me. It’s so warm, so sexy. God, Uncle Bill, I love you so much.”

She lay her head on my chest and we simply held each other. After a little while, my deflated cock slipped from her and I could feel our combined juices slipping from her pussy and pooling on my belly. She smiled at me when I rolled her off my chest onto the bed beside me.

“I hope your boyfriend appreciates the pictures,” I whispered.

“What boyfriend?” she giggled. “I did all this for you.”

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Rachel was excited. It was the first day of her clinical training. The first two years of nursing school was all classroom instruction and no had direct patient care. Instruction on anatomy, chemistry, psychology and some medical treatments was all she was familiar. She was desperate to work directly with the patients.

She and her classmates were going to go onto the orthopedic floor to aid patients but did not know what their duties would be.

Rachel was hoping for a male patient. She felt that if she could get over the awkwardness of helping a male patient, that would give her more self confidence and valuable experience.

Ms.. Towns was her supervisor. She was a tough but fair instructor. All of the students went up to the floor together. Ms.. Towns had picked out the patients that her students would aid, based on how they were recovering.

Ms.. Towns said, “Rachel, I hope you don’t mind that I had to give you a male patient.” “Oh, no, I don’t mind at all,” Rachel replied. “Which room is my patient in?”

“You will have Mr.. Jones in room 450,” stated Ms.. Town.

All of the students went to the nurse’s station to read the chart of their patient. They were instructed to see why their patient was in the hospital.

Mr.. Jones was 26, and hospitalized because of two badly injured legs, one being broken as well two sore arms. He injured his legs in a skiing accident.

Rachel checked in with Mr.. Jones. “Come in,” she heard a deep voice say.

“Hi Mr.. Jones,” Rachel said as she walked in to the room. She walked around the curtain that was pulled to look at her patient.

“Hi,” Mr.. Jones replied. “You must be my student nurse.”

“Yes. I am. My name’s Rachel.” How can I help you? Is there anything you need?

Rachel was a proud, graceful and well brought up girl. She was pretty, had a gorgeous face, with high cheek bones and light brown eyes. She was about 5 ft 7 inches, with a dark tan, flat stomach, thin frame, and best of all had great legs. Most strikingly about her was her large chest, to a male anyway. But she was inexperienced.

“Wow,” Mr.. Jones said to himself.

Mr.. Jones, was about 5 ft 8 inches tall, had blue eyes, short brown hair with a large muscular frame.

“I’ve been told by my instructor to ask you if you needed anything, or I could help in any way” she said.

“Well, could you fluff my pillow?” he asks. “No problem,” Rachel says. She reached over his head and leaned over him, her chest is only inches above his head. I bet if I stick out my tongue I’d be able to lick her nipple, he says to himself. He also gets a flash of her cleavage through the top of her uniform.

“Man, she is lovely,” he says to himself.

Mr. Jones then tells her that he was scheduled for a bath, but didn’t knowif she could do it or if he should wait for his other nurse.

At first she refuses, never having done this before

She relents after thinking that’s what she is here for, to gain experience.

“OK, I’ll clean you up, but please be patient this is my first time doing this,” Rachel said hesitantly.

Mr. Jones thin cotton hospital gown was covering his stomach, but his rightleg was sticking out. His right leg was in a cast from his upper thigh to mid calf.

“Now for that bath, right?”

“Tell me if this water is hot enough” Rachel asked. As she let the water run, Rachel cleared off the bedside table so she would have room for the basin and towels. She put the soap on the table, along with a washcloth. Rachel then went to the bathroom and began filling the basin with hot water.

“Is this warm enough?” she asked.

Mr. Jones dipped his finger in the water and said, “Fine.” “Though before you start, how exactly are you going to do this?”

Rachel was a little nervous.

“OK,” Rachel said. “First I’ll use the washcloth to wash your face, and then take off your gown and cover your chest with a towel. I’ll first wash the left half of your chest, your arm and then rinse and dry that area, repeating this on your right side. I would then help you to roll over onto your left and right side so I can wash, rinse then dry your back.

“Is that O.K.,,” Rachel said

“That’s great, no problem,” Mr. Jones said

Rachel was still a little nervous, but did just what she told Mr. Jones. She wet the washcloth and gently washed Mr. Jones face, eyes, and then washed behind his ears. Once she finished with his face, she soaped up the cloth and cleaned his chest, arms, and back.

Rachel helped roll Mr. Jones onto his back and covered his chest with a dry towel. She poured out the dirty water and filled the basin with clean hot water. As she waited for the basin to fill, she told Mr. Jones that she would have to pull down the covers now to wash the his legs and feet. Then he could wash his own private area.

Rachel brought the basin of water over to bedside table and began soaping the washcloth again. She pushed the covers off his right leg, keeping his private area covered.

“God, she is pretty.” “I wonder what it would be like to be with her,” ataşehir escort Mr. Jones said to himself. Being so young, pretty and eager to help out the less fortunate, set his mind racing.

Because of the cast, she could only wash the lower part of his leg and feet. She rinsed and dried both legs, leaving the towel on them for warmth.

Rachel covered, then pulled the covers back from his groin and stopped.

“I’ll give you your privacy to wash your private area, and step behind the curtain,” Rachel told him.

He knew this was too good a situation to pass up and innocently asks, “Well, um, uh, I’m sorry but I think your going to have to wash this area for me,” Mr. Jones said, “My arms are also very sore and hard to move.”

Mr. Jones also complained to Rachel of itching, burning and irritation from materials used to make his cast, that are broken off around his groin and attached to his “member.”

Rachel felt very awkward when told this and muttered, “Excuse me?” She felt a little flushed at the thought of cleaning a grown man’s private area. She had studied male and female anatomy and was instructed to approach the care of the medical condition dispassionately. This did not mean a nurse should be neglectful to the patients needs or feelings, but that a nurse should not get too emotionally involved with their care. She just had a hard time separating what she has learned academically and her personal feelings.

She paused. But then agreed to wash him. After all, he was injured and she was a nurse and needed the experience. “Be a professional,” she told herself.

“OK, ready, I’m going to wash you”

“When ever your ready Rachel,” Mr. Jones replied.

As she pulled the gown away from his groin, it seemed to get a little caught on his manhood. She lifted his gown a little exposing his groin. Mr. Jones was well endowed. Rachel gasped at the size of his penis.

She began with the area around his penis, picking pieces of plaster out from around his groin.

Rachel asks, “Mr. Jones, isn’t it hot in here, god I’m sweating.”

She raises her hands above, then behind her head. Leaning her head back and stretching. Her flat, deeply tanned stomach was revealed as well as the contours of her large chest. God, to be able to see those tits up close, Mr. Jones wondered.

Mr. Jones stared intently at her face, chest and delicate fingers as she manipulates him. After a few minutes, Rachel’s gestures caused the arousal of Mr. Jones penis. He becomes semi-erect.

“I’m sorry, I he can’t help it. Please understand,” Mr. Jones pleads.

Rachel stops, says “No more.”

“I’m sorry, but you can’t stop, it still hurts.” “Your a professional and should understand why this can happen,” he explains.

“Yes but, it’s just that, it’s very uncomfortable,” Rachel says.

She pauses, collects herself, and continues trying to wash him and remove plaster. As her rubbing and massaging continues, he gets more and more aroused. As he becomes harder and the length of his cock increases, she is forced to lean back and stand straighter. His swollen cock becomes harder, stiffer and erect until he is fully engorged.

Her face is inches away from his large pulsing cock. Rachel says, “I can’t work like this.” “I’m trying to help you but look, your dick is right in my face, look at it, look how hard you are”

He did look at his cock and enjoyed her attention to it.

“I can’t help it, your rubbing in an awkward area Rachel.” “I’m as uncomfortable as you are,” Mr. Jones says innocently.

Under his breath, he is enjoying every minute she rubbed his cock.Mischievously, he suggests working quicker or maybe using both hands might speed the process and end the work sooner.

Rachel looks at him thinking, he seems truthful and tried to put herself in his place. That yes, the material from the cast would bother, itch, and irritate her and that when she rubs her boyfriend in the same place he responds the same way, except that this erection is much larger.

Rachel turns to him, and says she will continue, “Reluctantly.”

“I will do the best I can Mr. Jones,” and agrees to start using two hands.

Mr. Jones thinks to himself what a great bullshit job he has done getting this beautiful nurse to agree to do this, and even doing it enthusiastically!

He is only semi-erect now.

Mr. Jones, now fully relaxed, folds his arms behind his head. No longer will he have to hide his emotions. He is excited in anticipation, with a slight grin on his face looking down watching Rachel intently work on his cock..

She is leaning so far over the bed her breast touches his leg and stomach. She starts to rub his groin noticing flecks of plaster everywhere – his penis, pubic hair, scrotum etc.

His eyes roll back watching this performance thinking, I bet she didn’t only get A’s in school.

Now with two gloved hands caressing his balls, he becomes more and more erect. She continues petting, and caressing his balls to ensure there clean.

It didn’t take long for him to again become kadıköy escort bayan fully erect. His penis stretching the limits of it’s length.

He is aching from pleasure. He tries not to make any noises but it is almost impossible.

Rachel looks up, smiles and asks, “are you OK?”

Mr. Jones answers with a barely audible, “Yes”

She can’t help but notice the length and girth of his penis. Looking up she sees the veins pulsing in his penis and becomes a little aroused herself. She can barely see the area to work on anymore because of his size. She gently moves the erect penis down but it is so hard it won’t move.

“Wow,” she says to herself, this guy is a steel pole.

She tries moving it to the side but it barely moves. His face is becoming redder. She wipes around the base of the shaft. Her long brown hair falls from her shoulder onto him blocking his view.

“OOPS!,” Rachel says, “sorry.”

He could only imagine her going done on him. She brushes her hair back behind her ear exposing her beautiful face. She straightens up, licks her lips, takes a deep breath, thereby causing her chest to heave out, constricting her already snug uniform.

Rachel says smiling, “how are you holding up? “I’m almost done,” she said. “You are pretty dirty down there.” “I’m doing a good job, aren’t I?”

When she says job, only “blow job” registers. Softly, Mr. Jones says, “It still aches, but I’m OK.”

“I don’t know how long I can hold on,” Mr. Jones moans.

Rachel looking at him with a beautiful smile, gripping his penis says, “Hold on?, What do you mean?”

Awkwardly he repeats, “Yes, hold on.”

Puzzled, Rachel continues to more aggressively massage his groin, cupping his balls with her hands and rubbing him with a washcloth. He feels a stirring in his groin, his arms now at his sides, fists clenched.

Rachel’s face is now right above the tip of his erect cock.

Mr. Jones grunts softly, “Rachel, watch out.” She says, “excuse me? Watch out?”

Rachel now straitens up and comes towards the head of bed smiling, “What’s wrong, what did you say?”

His penis, now fully engorged and erect, is pointing up towards his stomach. Mr. Jones repeatedly ejaculates in the air and on his stomach. Grunting louder and louder, his cock flickers until he is finished.

“Oh my god”!, Rachel yells, “I had no idea”

Out of breath Mr. Jones says, “What?”

Rachel yells, “How could you”!

“What? I’m sorry, I could not help it,” Mr. Jones complains.

“I’m not a prostitute! I’m leaving,” Rachel says.

“You can’t, I’ve got all that stuff still on my penis, am dirty and it still burns.” “Too bad,” Rachel says.

Rachel covers Mr. Jones and starts to head out the door. As she opens the door, she is met by her instructor Ms. Towns.

“Hi Rachel, hi Mr. Jones,” Ms Town says. “Your leaving?. “Are you finished Rachel?.” “Yes I am,” Rachel replies. “Are you sure, he still has some soap on him.” “Don’t forget, clinical is thirty percent of your grade, and I will be asking for opinions from Mr. Jones on your performance.

“Mr. Jones, how is Rachel doing?” Ms Town asks.

Glancing first at Rachel, then to Ms. Town, Mr. Jones says, “Great, so far”

“Rachel, it’s hot in here, why don’t you take your uniform top off,” Ms Town said.

As she did, her breasts and body became more sharply defined. When she removed the top, the size and beauty of her breasts came into full view. She wore a T-shirt so thin you could see the outlines of her bra. The drooping neckline also gave a view of some cleavage.

As Mr. Jones looked up and saw her breasts, he thought he would blow a load right then.

“Are there any problems?” Ms Town asks.

Again glancing first at Rachel, “Well, um, I don’t think I’m all clean yet,” Mr. Jones said innocently.

“Rachel, you were going to leave without finishing with Mr. Jones?” Ms.Town exclaimed.

“Well, no, but um, you don’t understand Ms Towns.” “Mr. Jones is a little,well, it like, I never washed a male patient before and he reacted, well, it’s awkward, I don’t know,” Rachel stammered.

“Your a nurse and whether you care for a male or female should make no difference in the kind of care you provide,” Ms Towns said. “I understand you might feel awkward but you must finish.”

“But you don’t understand,” Rachel complained

“Other patients on the floor have complained that material from their casts are irritating, please be sure to clean those areas vigorously” Ms. Towns said.

“Mr. Jones are you also irritated by that material?” “Yes” Mr. Jones replied. “Where?”

Acting very coy, Mr. Jones said, “Um, well, down there,” pointing to his groin.

Ms. Towns removed the sheet, his boner now normal size, and said “Yes, I see, especially there,” pointing to his penis.

“Rachel do you see this,” Ms. Towns said

Rachel stared, noticing the considerable difference in size from five minutes ago, and agreed, “Yes.”

Rachel is a little aroused thinking all that she did to get his penis to escort maltepe its previous girth – Wow.

“Rachel,” Ms Town asks, “did soap get that stuff off?” “Yes. A little,”Rachel replied.

“Is your skin sensitive Mr. Jones?” Ms. Town asks. “Yes, um, kind of” Mr.Jones replied

“Is the soap or washcloth too rough?” “Yes, kind of,” he replies.

“How about the gloves?” She asks. “Those, yes, kind of, he replies.”

“OK. don’t worry, we’ll get you clean,” Ms Towns says.

“Thanks” Mr. Jones replied.

“Rachel,” “Yes Ms Town,” “Don’t use a wash cloth on Mr. Jones and please take your gloves off then finish with Mr. Jones”

“But you don’t understand Ms Towns,” Rachel pleaded. “He, well, he got excited and um, well, I don’t know, it’s, I don’t think I can do it.”

“Rachel, your a nurse, your an adult and this won’t be the only bed bath you give to a male patient, just finish, I’ll won’t except any excuses,” Ms Towns said.

Frustrated, Rachel asks, “What should I use to clean him?” “Your hands, he has no infections, your bare hands will be fine, if not, try something else,I don’t know,” Ms Towns replied.

“My god, Ms Town, are you serious?” Rachel says. “Yes, do it,” and she leaves.

Mr. Jones was in heaven.

“Bye Ms town,” he said. “Bye dear.” “I’ll check back on you later”

Rachel took the used towels, sheets, gown and wash cloth down the hall and put them into a soiled linen hamper. She couldn’t find clean linens but was told maid service would have some later.

She came back in the room and said, “OK, I don’t have gown for you now,please understand. I get some later so you can cover yourself.”

Mr. Jones is now laying back on he bed completely naked.

“Now you better behave Mr. Jones,” Rachel says. “I’ll try.” He thinks to himself, man o-man. You bet I’ll try.

“Good” she says.

Rachel leans over, stops and says, “You’ll try to behave, right?.” “I’ll do my best if you do yours, OK.”

“Excuse me Rachel, I got some on your shirt.” “What?” she says. “You know, stuff.” She looks down and sees semen droplets on the front and side of her T-shirt.

“Oh my god”!, she yells. “Your terrible.” She desperately looks for some surgical scrubs, but finds none.

“Don’t even say a word,” she says in a sharp tone.

Rachel takes her soaked T-shirt her shirt off. Her breasts looked so confined and tight in her bra I thought they would just pop out right then, he says to himself.

“Rachel, you’ve got a great body.”

“I know,” she said, “Be quiet.” “You’ll behave, right”

“I’ll do the best I can.” I’ll do the best I can all right to exploit this situation, Mr. Jones says to himself.

Rachel again leans over the bed, her cleavage and breasts in full view. What a beautiful sight, he says to himself. He was again soft.

Rachel says, “Now stay like this.”

She started by wiping the cum he sprayed on his stomach. It dried quickly and stuck, especially to his hair. He again put his hands behind his head and took in the view now accentuated by the view of her breasts and cleavage.

When she began cleaning the semen and material from his cast and pubic hair,she couldn’t help but brush up against his cock causing it to stir. She noticed this but continued. God, she said this stuff is harder to get off than the plaster.

The sunshine shined on her and he now could see her nipples ripping through the fabric of her bra. He quickly became more erect, forcing her to stand up a little.

“Oooh, Oooh,” he groaned.

The vision of this beautiful women, with breasts and nipples in full sight against the backdrop of my window was extremely arousing.

Standing in the sunshine she began to perspire, droplets dripping from her chin and down her chest then between her cleavage. One more accidental brush of her hand against his penis was all it took for Mr. Jones to become rigid. Again, she was forced to stand up a little more.

He had a grin on his face, loving the situation he found himself. His arms now folded across hiss chest as he stared down at her while Rachel caressed his balls to clean them.

She then stood up looked at him with a frown and said, “I’d bet your just enjoying this.” He couldn’t help himself saying “I can’t complain.” But took it back, “I’m sorry, but your a beautiful girl and I’d think you would be insulted if a man couldn’t get aroused by you.”

“Thanks,” she said, “But you know what I mean.”

“Okay, I’m finished down there,” pointing to his groin.

“Let’s finish this,” she said. She used her thumbs at first to hold and clean his cock but her hands were no match, he was too big. She tried again but the resin wouldn’t come off.

“I don’t know what to do,” she said puzzled, wiping her forehead. As she stretched, arms above her head, her breasts heaved in his direction.

“Your pretty,” Mr. Jones said. “Thanks,” she said grumbling.

“Any ideas,” she asked.

After a moment, Mr. Jones suggested using the palm of her hand. “What?” she said. “Then, I don’t know,” he said.

She thought of any other options, but there was none.

She started stroking his cock with one hand. He groaned, causing her to look at his face. But her hands were too small to grip the shaft. So she used both hands and began to stroke him in an even methodical rhythm.

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It was hard to imagine my mother in that position. I took some of the blame; after all she was doing it for me. I couldn’t stand the idea that she would consider marrying Arnold just because we had some money problems.

Reading over the first sentences I could understand someone thinking it was a sexual reference, and I guess in a way it was, because I certainly didn’t want to imagine my mother with Arnold. We’d even talked about it. I was upset with the whole situation and actually said to her, “Mom, how could you sleep with that guy?”

She said, “That’s none of your business mister, and anyway, I didn’t sleep with him.” She looked at me and raised her eyebrows. She said, “I told him I wouldn’t unless we were married.” I know that’s almost a laughable statement in this day and age, but that’s my mom.

I said, “Yeah and if you get married, then what?”

She laughed and said, “I don’t know, I’ll have headache”

I said, “Yeah, one that lasts for ten years?”

She said, “Oh John, I didn’t say I was going to marry him, I only said I’d think about it. Look I want you to go to college, and before we know it, they’ll probably be turning off the lights and coming at my credit cards with scissors.”

I said, “Mom, it’s not that bad, is it? I can help out; the coach told me I might get a scholarship or an offer if I keep pitching the way I’ve been.”

I’d only pitched five games in high school. I was a third basemen with an anemic batting average and a good arm. When one of our pitchers was injured, Coach Hagen threw me in as a last resort. We won the game and I kept pitching. A sinking fast ball and sharp curve were good enough to get us four wins out of five, and the coach started working me up seriously as a pitcher.

I said, “I could make a lot of money playing ball mom, then I could take care of you.”

She said, “You’re so sweet Johnny.” She kissed me, gave me a hug, and said, “You just go to school, I’ll figure out the money part.”

I said, “Not with Arnold, mom.”

She laughed, “Okay, not with Arnold. How come I never meet men as sweet and good looking as my son, can you tell me that?”

I said, “I’ll look around for you mom.” She smiled and gave me another hug.

That was over a year ago. As it turned out my pitching was good enough to get me a one year minor league contract and a bonus after I graduated. That sounds great doesn’t it, like I was on the way to the big leagues. Well the reality is that the bonus wiped out only half of our credit card debt, and I was making all of a thousand dollars a month. That doesn’t take you on a trip around the bases. But it was enough to make things easier, even though mom was dead set against it. She wanted me to go to college and become an Indian Chief or something. It wasn’t for me, and I thought that if I worked hard enough I could make it playing ball.

Mom and I talked a lot about what we’d do if I ever made it to the Majors. It was kind of a fantasy game with spacious houses, cars, restaurants and all that stuff. And it was her and me. I guess that’s how it was for most of my life. And after I graduated, I felt that there was something more between my mother and me. I was aware of the attraction and knew that it went both ways, but I thought that mom wasn’t conscious of it.

Her hugs brought her body in full contact with mine, her kisses were more often on my lips than on my cheeks, and I started seeing just a little more flesh than most son’s would be privy to. Yes, I was attracted to her because she was pretty and had a good body, but I found it more amusing than real, especially since I felt that she never realized how seductive she was being.

The only other people I was close to was the Bando family upstairs. While I was in elementary school, I always stayed with them between three and six until mom came home from work. Mr. Bando was never there because he was at work, but Mrs. Bando, Laurie, and Jennifer were.

Laurie was about two years older and Jennifer was about my age. Jen was sort of my girlfriend right up through high school. I say sort of because we were more friends than anything else. We didn’t do much more than make out in Junior high but when we got to high school, Jen became more aggressive and we got into some heavy petting. I had the feeling that if I tried to sleep with her she would have let me, but I didn’t press the issue. The way she talked she probably thought I wanted her to be a virgin until we got married.

That was one assumption she made, there were a lot of them. Mom, the Bando’s, and Jennifer, assumed we would get married. It was my fault for letting it go so long. Just before I left for rookie camp after graduation, we were in her room listening to a new CD she’d downloaded, and Jennifer said, “Should we get married in the winter or the spring?”

I wasn’t ready for the question and I stammered, “Jen…I don’t know.”

She heard the tone in my voice and said, “You don’t know what?”

I said, “Well, I don’t know if the timing is right to get married. I have to see how things work out with the club and…”

She said, “What does ataşehir escort that that have to do with us being together…don’t you want to marry me?”

I said, “I don’t know…” And I didn’t

Through her tears, she said one of the most heartbreaking sentences I’d ever heard, “How could you not love me, when I love you so much?”

I tried to make her feel better by telling her that I did love her but…and it’s the ‘but’ that tells the story, because it meant to her that I didn’t love her enough, and it was probably true.

Then she went down a totally unexpected avenue. She said, “It’s because we don’t have sex isn’t it? I wanted to Johnny; I thought you…let’s do it now Johnny.” She got a bit wild eyed and starting taking off her clothes.

I said, “Not like this Jen…Laurie’s out there…”

She said, “I don’t care. Yes baby now, please, I want to.” She took off her bra and came to my arms kissing me with more passion than she’d ever showed. She put her hand on me and I guess I was no longer up for protesting, I was up for sex. I know that she thought that once we had sex everything would be fine.

Her body was sweet and girly. She had small firm tits with BB’s for nipples and a slim frame. I was inside her before long and she was in such an excited state to begin with, that it was only after about five minutes of penetrations when she arched a little and made a gasping sound. When I rubbed her clit she went over the top. She was moaning “Oh Johnny…” I pulled out so as not to release inside her. I wanted to come, so I straddled over her belly thinking I would be in her mouth. I know she would have let me.

Now this will sound strange; I didn’t feel right doing it. I felt as if I would be taking unfair advantage of her, and so I just stayed there. She said, “Tell me what to do Johnny.”

I said, “Just touch me.” She put her hand on my dick and I rubbed on her belly until I came.

She said hopefully. “That was great wasn’t it baby?”

I said, “Sure.” It was her first time, and I guess it was okay for her even if I wasn’t that experienced, but it was obvious to me that that there was no magic spell being cast. I was not feeling good about the whole thing. But in my cowardice, I didn’t tell Jennifer straight out that it wasn’t going to work, and I slept with her a few more times.

The day did come when I told Jennifer that we couldn’t go on. It was bad. I didn’t like myself very much, but I hoped never to make that same mistake again.

My rookie season helped me to keep that promise to myself. Being on the road, I didn’t get involved with anyone for long, but we met lots of women that were fans, some of whom were hopeful of hitching their wagon to a future star. That made it easy to have short term relationships. I learned a lot about women, and sex, in one year.

I still spent most of my time at home with mom. She had broken it off with Arnold and hadn’t gone out with anyone since, even though I had encouraged it. She got very flirty when I told her she was too good looking to be alone. She said, “Don’t you think I’m getting heavy?” She was standing near a mirror and took a deep breath, ending up in a pose that had her on her toes with one hand on her flattened belly and one just above her bottom. All the right parts jutted out provocatively.

I said, “You’ve got exactly what men like mom.”

She smiled and said, “Not too much?” She put a hand under her breasts and the other on her rear. She had a woman’s body and as far as I could see, nothing needed changing.

I said, “Perfect mom; you’ve got a great ass.”

She laughed and said, “I still think I could lose a few pounds, but thank you honey, that’s the nicest thing I’ve heard in a long time. Come give your momma a kiss.” I took the short kiss and the long hug, and not for the first time that year, I felt a stirring in my pants from my mother’s body.

I came home from a long road trip toward the end of the season and she said, “I miss you when you’re away, but I guess you have a good time with all your one night stands.” I was particularly turned on to her that day because she had this soft red cotton top on and I could see that she didn’t have a bra on.

I said, “I love playing ball mom, but I don’t go out that much anymore. It’s getting old, and there’s one person who’s been on my mind a lot.”

She hesitantly said, “Oh? You didn’t tell me you had anyone special.”

I said, “It’s a rough situation, complicated, I think I fell in love with the wrong person.”

She turned her back to me and said, “I know what that’s all about; sometimes we do that.” I could see her shoulders slump and I thought I heard a sniffle.

I came up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. I said, “What’s wrong mom?”

She was crying softly and she said, “Nothing.”

I kissed her neck and said, “Tell me mom.”

She put her arms behind her and held my waist pulling me close to her. She said, “Oh Johnny…”

The contact stimulated me and on impulse I brought my hands under her neck and slowly moved them down over her breasts. kadıköy escort bayan She caught her breath and said, “Johnny…?”

I said “I’ve wanted to touch you for a long time mom.” She put her hands over mine, but she didn’t stop me.”

She said, “Oh honey, I thought it was only me, I didn’t know you…thought of me like this.”

I continued fondling her tits moving over the soft cotton that covered them. When I came across her nipples I could feel them jutting out. I said, “You’re the one I always think about.” My hands glided under the weighty globes to feel the heft and then I moved to the sides where the fullness of her breasts became evident.

I reached under her top and both hands contacted the velvety flesh of her uncovered breasts and she made a small whimpering sound. I closed my eyes and felt my heart thumping loudly as I held my mother’s bare tits in my hands. She said, “Oh Johnny, we’re starting something we can’t finish.” She turned to face me and said, “We can’t honey…we can’t.”

I said, “Why not mom, I can, I want to.”

She said, “Oh sweetheart, God, I want to also, but it would be incest…we can’t.”

I said, “Mom it’s just a word, who cares, we want each other, we love each other don’t we?”

“Of course we do. I love you more than anything in the world, but I know we’d be sorry if we do this.”

I said, “Mom, I love you,” and I kissed her fully. She kissed me back without hesitation and moaned as we kissed. I put my hand under her skirt between her legs, and felt the moisture from her pussy through her panties.

She didn’t try to stop me as I slowly rubbed her, but she stopped the kiss and looked into my eyes pleadingly. She said, “Please don’t fuck me Johnny.”

I was shocked, and it wasn’t only that she never said that word. I pulled back from her and said loudly, “What do you think, I’m going to force you if you don’t want me to, is that what you think of me?”

She took my arms and said, “No baby of course not, I didn’t mean it that way, it’s me, I don’t know if I can stop myself, I don’t know what I’m doing. You touch me and…oh honey, I thought it was just a fantasy, and now you have the same fantasy, and it’s probably my fault, I made you feel this way, I…”

I said, “Mom you didn’t do anything, it just happens sometimes…it’s hard to tell yourself who to love, and who to want.”

“I guess I found that out too honey, but I can’t sleep with my son, even if I want to, I can’t…” She started crying and I held her. Her arms were between us and it kept our bodies out of contact, which was just as well. When she calmed down she went and got some tissues and said, “I’m sorry, honey… I’m sorry about everything.”

I said, “There’s nothing to be sorry about, we’re still mother and son, we still love each other, and we’ll work the other stuff out…you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

She said, “And you won’t stop loving me?”

I smiled at her and said, “Never.”

I was up early the next morning after a fitful night. If I had any fantasy of a late night visit from my naked mother coming in to my room and joining me in bed, it didn’t happen. I left for the road without waking her to say goodbye. Even though I had been rebuffed, I couldn’t stop thinking about how she moaned when I held her tits, and how she moved when I touched her pussy. I wanted her more than ever.

She started calling my cell every day and we had long intimate talks. Most of the guys thought I was talking to a girlfriend when I took the call in a quiet corner. When she called and asked what I was doing, I said, “I’m wanting you.”

She said, “Oh honey, you shouldn’t even say things like that, it just makes it worse.”

I said, “So we should just make believe there’s nothing between us, we don’t love each other, and talk nonsense? That’s going make everything fine?”

She was quiet for a moment and said, “No, maybe you’re right, we should talk…keep things in the open. Maybe we can even find our way through this…yes… talk to me baby.”

I said, “And you talk to me mom.”

She said, “I will. I miss you and I want you too.”

I said, “Thanks, mom.”

She said, “Yes, it feels better to say it…I love you Johnny.” Then she said, “Johnny, would you call me Maria? I never heard you call me by my name.”

I said, “Okay Maria, I love you Maria.”

She said, “I like that, yes, call me that sometimes okay baby?”

I said, “Okay. Does it make you more comfortable when we’re talking like this if I call you Maria?”

She laughed, “Oh don’t be so smart…yes, you know me, don’t you. But I do love you, and I guess I’ve known it for a while. I didn’t need convincing, but when I heard you and Jennifer one day, I knew.”

I said, “What do you mean?”

She said, “I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I guess it isn’t worse than what I’ve already told you. I was home early and you two were making love in your room…I couldn’t tear myself away. She was so loud, and I could hear the pleasure in her voice, and I was jealous. I wanted to feel those things…and escort maltepe I wanted it to be with you. And I never heard a sound from you, even after it was all over, not one sound. I guess that’s why I wasn’t surprised when you ended it with her. Was I right Johnny?”

I said, “Yes, you’re right, that was one of the reasons, but I didn’t really love her mom. I think you were somewhere in my mind, even as just a crazy possibility, but I knew I loved you.”

“Oh Johnny,” she said. “Did we have to fall in love with each other?”

I said, “I don’t know if we had to, but we did.”

She exhaled and I said, “Before we say good night and hang up, close your eyes.”

She said, “Why baby?”

I said, “So we can both imagine that I’m there, holding you and touching your breasts the way I did before I left.”

She said, “Oh John…”

I said, “Mom, will you do that for me?”

She quietly said, “Yes honey.” It was quiet for a long moment and I said, “You feel good Maria.”

And she said, “You do too; goodnight honey.”

Somehow mom felt freer to talk that way than when I was home. I mentioned it to her and she said, “I guess I feel safer when we’re on the phone…oh, not from you honey…from me.”

When I came home for a few days, she was very guarded, keeping her distance and watching what she said. There was a tension present that had never been between us. I said, “Mom, it doesn’t make any sense for us to pretend we don’t have these feelings when we’re together does it? Can’t we just be ourselves?”

She said, “I know, I know…I should try.” She took a deep breath and said, “Okay baby, I’ll try. You’re probably right, it takes away some of the power it holds over me because I’m thinking about it so much, maybe if we don’t make such a deal about it, we can both move on.” I wanted to tell her that I didn’t want to move on, I wanted to move in, inside her, but I was smart enough to shut up.

By the evening she really did seem more at ease. She gave me with a nice kiss on the mouth that tasted good. I said, “I love you Maria.” She smiled and said, “Yes, and I love you, and that’s good.”

I sort of laughed and said, “Is this the new you?”

She said, “No, you were right, we don’t have to hide how we feel about each other, because feeling love, and giving it, is what makes each day worthwhile. We don’t have to give that up if we’re not physical about it, right baby?”

I said, “Right,” even though I wasn’t crazy about ‘Not physical’ part of it.

On my final road trip for the season, I called and said, “I’ll be home Wednesday evening and I’m taking you out, we have something to celebrate.”

She said, “What? Tell me!”

I said, “Not until Wednesday, I’ll see you between six thirty and seven, be ready.”

She said, “I can’t wait.”

I rang the bell instead of using my key. When she asked who it was, I said, “Is there a Maria here, I have a date with her.”

She recognized my voice and opened the door and said, “Honey?”

I said, “I have a blind date with a woman called Maria. They told me she was hot, so it must be you.”

She laughed and got into the game by saying, “I’m Maria but I’m only hot when I’m standing in front of the oven. You must be John.” She extended her hand and said, “It’s a pleasure, and I’m not disappointed at all.”

I reached into my bag and handed her a rose and a Snickers bar. She said, “Ooh, flowers and candy, my favorite. Thank you, John.”

I threw my bag into the house and said, “Ready to go m’lady?”

She said, “Ready.” She looked great, made up, and dressed up.

As we drove to the restaurant I said, “You’re a lovely woman Maria.” I put my hand on her knee and slid it over her thigh and said, “You look hot in stockings.”

She said, “Do you always take such liberties on a first date?”

I said, “Yes,” and she laughed.

At the restaurant we continued talking that way, and it afforded us a way of saying things that we might not have been able to say directly. I said, “So Maria, tell me something about yourself that nobody knows.”

She said, “I love somebody…and the way I love them is…inappropriate.”

I said, “If the two people are adults, and they’re in love, how can that be inappropriate?”

She didn’t look at me when she said, “He’s my son.”

I said, “Does he love you in the same way.”

She said, “I think he does.”

I said, “I can understand that Maria, first of all you’re a lovely woman with a great body, and I can also see that you’re a caring person that feels deeply and is full of passion.”

She smiled, “Too much passion, John.”

I said, “No such thing.”

She moved in her chair and tried to change the subject and said, “Now you tell me, what was your childhood like?”

I said, “Nothing extraordinary, but I was close to my mom, and when I got older, I started to struggle with my feelings. She doesn’t know how hard it was for me to get to a point where I could accept my own feelings, where I could say to her, ‘I love you, I want you.’ It isn’t easy to tell your mother that you want to sleep with her, and at the same time, make her understand that it’s not just about the sex. Maria, I’ve been with quite a few girls, but I’m not satisfied because there’s no passion there for me. I wish my mom would understand that I want to sleep with her because I love her.”

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HE SAID

I strode down the hallway surveying the office to determine who might still be around at 5:00 pm on a summer Friday afternoon. All the assistants appeared gone, their desks empty and computers turned off. Their bosses’ doors were closed, a typical sign that they too had left for the weekend.

My body was pumped, muscles ripped from the afternoon workout at the gym. More importantly, my heart raced with excitement. I had received ‘the signal’ from Elizabeth Meade that morning. It was ‘our’ signal. Today Liz wore those stockings- the black ones with small polka dots and a seam up the back, the ones which so beautifully adorned her sexy legs and told me she wanted me. If it was going to happen any day of the week, it could only be on a Friday. Every Friday morning was exciting, although every Friday did not bring the wanted signal.

We were paired together when I started my first job out of graduate school at Smith Gump, LLP. I was the young hot shot they recruited that year. Liz, a prim and proper British woman with a proper (and sexy) accent, was assigned to me as my assistant. She was maybe eight years my senior and had been with the company a while, guiding and grooming the firm’s young recruits, turning them into star performers.

Liz and I worked together like a hand and glove. She was a steadying force to my frenetic deal making. Without her I would not have developed a multi-million dollar book of business, making oodles of money for my employer in the process. Management acknowledged how well we operated. When it wanted to assign her to a new recruit, I vigorously opposed the move. After a heated power play, I prevailed only because of the amount of money I, no we, were making for the firm.

We worked together and grew to know one another on a very personal level. We had a great repertoire- we worked, talked and joked, we became mutual confidants and friends. I thought she could discuss anything with me. I felt the same way with her, and went so far as to pour out my heart, all to often in fact, over failed relationships and the young women I coveted and chased.

Then around our seventh year together she confided that she was in a failed marriage, one which had been disintegrating for many years and had finally reached collapse. I was shocked, not just because of the revelation itself, but also because of how long she had kept her situation from me. She suspected “he” was cheating on her, that “he” had not touched her in years, that they agreed to stay together and live under the same roof for the benefit of her two sons, who were near college age. Once the boys were away at college he was going to file far a divorce. She said it was irreconcilable, not that she wanted reconciliation. She was disheartened over it. I would have never known if she did not mention it. She said she had low self esteem believing “he” wanted nothing to do with her- she thought it was because of her appearance or persona, although she admitted “he” had never given her a clear and convincing explanation of his feelings and behavior. I was astounded and assured her she was completely wrong- that she was a highly attractive woman and a wonderful person. I blamed it all on “him”. She told me I was too kind, had always been to her, and she appreciated my support and kind words. Then the subject was dropped and we went about our business without mentioning it further.

Later that year, Boaz, Guild, LTD, a competitor of Smith Gump, solicited me to switch firms. I could have left Liz behind and trained a new assistant. It would have taken a good six months to a year to develop the working relationship I needed, and that assumed the person I hired was the right one and I did not need to go through a series of hirings and firing until I was satisfied. But Liz was too valuable to me. She was my right hand and alter ego. She gave me confidence to do the things I needed to do knowing she stood behind me to properly handle clients and matters in my absence and make critical snap decisions. And, work would not have been the same without her. No, I could not leave her behind. I told Boaz Guild that they had to hire Liz too or I would not make the move. Brazen? Yes, but i recognized she was my strength. Boaz solicited her without hesitation. Smith Gump found out and countered her hard. Knowing I was going, she did not flinch as she took the jump, and the hefty bonus that came with it.

Boaz was extremely happy with our production. I started giving Liz a cut of every commission I made. She deserved it. She worked hard, was dedicated to my success and made sure things just went right every day. Clients always told me how much they enjoyed working and talking with her. Basically, she just made it all happen and allowed me to focus on what really mattered.

About a year into working at Boaz she again vented about her marriage late one afternoon. She again expressed how much she appreciated my support and then she dropped a bomb, perhaps it was a slip of the tongue, when escort kartal she told me, “Alec, if I were single and younger, I would snatch you up before those other women come to their senses….”

That comment coaxed me to think about her in a manner different than before. I admit, I always had found her very attractive and was intrigued by her. Every day I went to work looking forward to seeing her. Given her married status, I always looked past her. I did not want to ruin our platonic relationship. Now, given her void marriage, well, I wondered if her innocent comment was designed to open a door between us.

As she rose to leave my office she dropped a load of papers and files on the floor. I stood and crouched down helping her to pick up the scattered documents. “Liz,” I started placing my hand on her arm about to tell her I would clean the mess.

She looked at me as we knelt, faces but a foot apart, “Yes,” she interrupted as I began.

Then I took a leap of faith. “Is it just me?” I asked. She blushed a bit and hesitated in her response.

“No, its me too,” she admitted in a hushed British accent. I leaned forward and gently kissed her beautiful red lips. She hesitated at first but became receptive. A soft kiss inflamed long held unspoken passion. We rose and our bodies pressed together. We respectfully touched each other through our clothes, exploring each others bodies, slowly bridging the gap of the past years. Tender loving kisses led to naked tangled limbs and joined flesh infused with the rapture of two finding sync for the first time.

When it was over, we agreed we would continue what was long overdue but also agreed we could have no expectations- just a casual affair. We understood our time would be limited to Friday afternoons in the office- she had to get home to feed her kids dinner and could not linger late. We also understood that getting caught carried dire unwanted consequences. Discretion was the rule. We had to be careful to avoid raising suspicions. Our encounters had to be quiet and behind locked doors, when nobody was around the office who could find us, and if we were caught together after hours late on a Friday we could not raise suspicions. We had to keep our clothes from becoming disheveled, avoid smudging her make up on my clothes, avoid all suspicion and appearance of impropriety. Yes, it was of paramount importance to protect our illicit affair and hide our mutual lust.

We coveted our encounters. They were the release of pent up daily sexual frustration, a way to end the week, say good bye and start the weekend apart. Friday mornings I had an extra step in my strut as I walked to work wondering if Liz would give me the sign. She knew my schedule and made sure I would see her as I came into the office, whether she stood by her desk in the hallway perusing some papers or walked down the hall to saunter by me as I went the other way, she made sure I knew. We met daily in my opulent office at 11:00 AM and then again at 4:00 PM to review matters. We never discussed our impending encounters- that would have removed the salacious nature of it all. No, instead, she went out of her way to wear a skirt that revealed her knees and sometimes rode up to her mid-thigh as she sat in the chair across from my desk. She would cross her legs and flash her inner thighs, graze her breast with her hand, lean forward and reveal her cleavage- foreplay and seduction to drive me crazy with anticipation. She would slowly leave my office, carefully placing one black spiked high heel in front of the other, making sure I observed the backs of her legs, the seams of the stockings, her muscular calves, firm thighs, curvaceous tight body, flaunting it as if she was on my private cat walk. Behind her proper exterior lived my personal seductress, and we loved every minute of it.

That Friday, as I returned from the gym with anticipation, I reminded myself we had not hooked up for a few weeks. I was concerned something was wrong but had not asked fearing I would give the impression I was anxious or expecting of her. I walked past her desk and turned left, walked between her desk and Abigail Peter’s and entered my office. Liz stood behind my desk waiting for me. I closed and locked the door and approached her. She stood silent watching me, a look of slight insecurity on her face.

“What is wrong?” I asked.

She took my lapel between her fingers and felt the fine fabric mulling her response as she stood close, “Alec, I’ve missed you,” she replied, “…You have been ‘distant’.”

“Funny, I was wondering why you seemed so reserved and aloof. We have not been together lately and I have been afraid to ask,” i replied.

She perked up hearing my response, “Well, it sounds like we have a misunderstanding,” she said as she wrapped her arms around my back and looked up at me a smile of relief on her face. I leaned forward and kissed her. She hugged me tight and lay her head against my chest, “I thought I was loosing you… maltepe escort I have not been available to meet you lately but even when we work, you have been different….”

“We have been so busy I have not known which way is up from day to day… maybe the stress and the pace have had an effect on me…” I stated.

“Well, I’m glad to hear its not me,” she replied.

“No, you would not do that to me,” I responded as I ran my hands across her back.

“Well then,” she started, “shall we?” she asked with a tease in her voice and a devilish smirk on her face. I pulled up her skirt and ran my hands across her round bum, squeezing her cheeks and pulling her closer against me. Our clothed sexes pressed as we slightly swayed. My hands roamed, fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties and slithered between her soft skin and silk underwear, down and around to her front until they found her bush and massaged the precious lips hidden behind the garment.

“Mmm.” she cooed as I tended to her needs, slipping a finger between her furrow teasing her moist slit and bud. When I knew she was ready I pulled the garment down to between her thighs. She instinctively turned around, faced the desk, ankles together, hands on the desk top bracing her body, waiting for me to service her. I raised her skirt and threw it over her hips and across her back. The thought of being buried in her privates was irresistible. All week we worked together, looking at each other longingly, not mentioning our illicit tryst, seething for a mid-week opportunity, sending veiled flirtatious messages in conversation, waiting for this very moment when we could be one.

I loosened my pants and removed my flaccid cock. It eagerly stiffened as I thought of the impending penetration and lurid act. I rubbed my head in her furrow and felt her warmth. I teased her just a bit, making her wait for what she craved. Then I pushed forward submersing my swollen head and stiff sex in her tight folds, respectfully penetrating and widening her walls. She quietly gasped under her breath, she always did when we joined, and held me tight from within as my hands held her hips and pulled her back against me, pressing our flesh together. I leaned forward and nuzzled her behind the ear and I told her how she excited me.

SHE SAID

My walls stretched to take him. He widened me, more than any other man ever had. I enjoyed it- he was the right size and fit. Just enough to fill me, but not so large as to hurt. As my walls held him tight, so too did he impale my kitty. Slowly he worked in and out, prolonging the pleasure as much as possible. One hand was brought around and beneath and he tenderly rolled my rose bud between two fingers. His other hand palmed and massaged a bosom hidden beneath my leopard print silk blouse.

Everything Alec told you was true. Over time I fell for him but could not tell him or act on it. He had become the one man in my life who cared about me, who interested me and gave me purpose. He knew when I was having a bad day and anonymously sent me flowers. He was grateful for all I did for him. Working with him was incredible but I wanted more, I wanted to know more about him, spend more time with him. Besides, his body was well kept- younger, strong, chiseled and vibrant. His personality was charming and kind. So, when we had our first encounter, I was instantly beyond smitten. Don’t get me wrong, I never planned it, it just happened over the years, developing from a nurturing professional relationship into mutual personal allegiances and fidelity. And, I never planned to cheat on my marriage and family, but being abandoned by “him” gave me justification to seek my own relationships. Never had I acted to find someone outside my marriage. I had planned to not act until we divorced. But opportunity presented itself and I could not let it pass. Oh, and by the way, that comment about the younger women, what I said was true, but the ultimate effect was unintended….

Our affair was salacious- mutual seduction all week long built to irresistible passion on Fridays. And, he was such a good luv. He always knew how to read my body, knew how to be tender, how to coax me along and prolong the pleasure, when I was close and when to let me release. But that Friday was exceptionally erotic- when we were joined, I am sure my whispers of passion, coaxing him on were a tell tale sign that I was close. The more I concentrated, the quieter I got… Alec knew then that I was close. He placed his hands on my hips and serviced me- slowly and steadily dipping his sex in and out of me as I gasped in hushed tones. It was all to much for me to handle and it took every ounce of internal discipline and determination to not cry out for him.

He picked up his pace. Small waves crossed my folds, nips and nether region… my muscles tightened and I bit my lower lip and quipped as I crested and climaxed. He pulled us together, my bum against his hips, I pushed back, grinding against him as pendik escort bayan he writhed within, pushing and pulling at my walls. I knew he reveled in the tightness and warmth of my release. The harder I pushed back, the greater his excitement. This time I ground against my luv exceptionally hard. He seized and came in the strong steady streams of a desirous vibrant man defiling my folds.

When it was over, he wrapped an arm around my mid-section and held me tight, not wanting to let go, his sex resting deep within me. I could have stood there with him forever. Normally, after a few moments we both would come to our senses and realize the time and that I had to leave and meet my family obligations. I always told him how I wanted to be with him longer and apologized for having to leave. He always said he understood. Each time I just wanted him to tell me I had to go with him, to be swept away with him for a weekend at some distant resort or spa. Anything to take me away from my reality for a few days together outside the office free of potentially suspicious eyes, conjecture and risk. But I knew all it was all fantasy….

But that afternoon was different. “Alec,” I started peering over my shoulder at he angelic face resting next to mine, “I have some good news.”

“Yes?” has asked, his voice a dreamy orgasmic tone.

“The boys are having dinner with friends. Who knows where ‘he’ is and when he will get home… I have some extra time for you tonight…”

A smile broke across his, “Really?” he replied.

“Yes, really.”

“Liz, you little minx,” he said as he removed himself and spun me around so my ass leaned against the edge of his mahogany desk. He tore off my panties and stuffed them into a desk draw- for safe keeping he told me. Then he picked me up and sat me on the desk top, lifted my skirt and told me to lean back. He lifted my legs, spread my thighs and placed my feet on the desk. My sex spread and exposed, I waited for him to act. And that he did with wanton pleasure. He took his meaty cock in his hand and tapped my clit with the head, teasing my tenderness, rubbing it between my ready lips.

“Want me?” he asked.

“Of course, silly,” I replied. He inserted himself slow and deep into my waiting rose. Then he pulled out and slowly dipped back into me. This continued for a few minutes until I could take it no longer and I reached forward with one hand, grabbed his hip and held him close.

“Stop teasing me Alec- you drive me crazy,” I told him. In response he told me to lean back and he pushed in all the way. A thumb was applied to my bud and he stroked it up and down. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. By now my feet were wrapped and hooked behind his back for balance. Normally we do not undress but he started unbuttoning my blouse.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“I want them,” he aggressively stated. Today I would not deny my Luv. He unbuttoned the blouse with excited fervor, found me bra-less and immediately lowered his face and suckled my pert nips, feasting on them a man deprived. His mouth and tongue devilishly played with my tips- biting and tugging them, suckling and lapping them- as his thumb addressed my bud.

His cock filled me deep but he did not move as he toyed with my body. My tension rose and I felt the imminent shudders. I placed my hand on the back of his head and cradled it for balance as my other hand remained on the desk top, my elbow locked and propping me up. He drizzled kisses all over me as I lay spread and vulnerable. His thumb quickened its stroke and my thighs began to quiver. I exhaled deeply as I ascended towards climax. Hushed moans and vibrant quips escaped from me as I held him. He gently rocked within me, pulling at my walls while remaining fully buried. My thighs began to shake as the tension mounted.

“Oh yes, right there Luv,” I whispered with urgency. He pressed in against me harder and slowly ground himself into me. My thighs spread wider as my body tightened and I bit my lip, “come on babe,” he whispered in my ear, “let me feel you cum”. I could resist no longer. I locked my ankles behind him and raised my hips, swiveling them, controlling the pace as I impaled myself on his stiffness. A wave of heat flashed though my sex. My body seized and I came all over him, anointing his cock with my fresh cum.

As I recovered I thought we were through but he needed me again. He raised my legs, placing my ankles on his shoulders. He leaned forward and gripped the edge of the desk, his masculine arms rippled as he held it tight. My feet went over and behind my head. I hadn’t been so impaled in years. My hand reached under and spread my lips as he pressed into my immobilized body.

“That’s it Luv, have me,” I softly encouraged. I assumed he was going to savage me, release all his pent up frustration and lust for me. I was certain I would cry out in rapture as he took me. He pulled himself all the way out and slowly dipped back in, penetrating me deep and widening my walls. I was slick inside. He glided within me despite his largess. I could tell he was close- his breathing was deeper, his muscles taught, his penetrations even more deliberate and he held himself deep within me longer each time before withdrawing again.

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I had always been keen on photography since I was a teenager, and as I grew up, it seemed the obvious choice of a career to follow. It was not easy to begin with, as I was so young (18), so I was forced to do all the little jobs I could to raise the capital to buy more, and better, equipment. I began by taking shots at birthday parties, baby shots for people in my area, as well as occasional wedding photos for friends that could not afford to hire a “proper” photographer. It was very hard going, and as I was new, I could not charge a lot for my service, but it did slowly begin to pay off.

By the time I was 25 years old I was getting a regular supply of sessions and the money was improving. Now I was able to buy more expensive cameras as well as my own developing equipment. It was around this time that I had met my girlfriend and began taking some erotic shots of her, as well as ones of the two of us for our own enjoyment. But, these pics were never included in my portfolios; they were my private collection. I did however get a few requests to do shoots for some older women who wanted me to make them look more beautiful, so that they could surprise their husbands or boyfriends. This is where my story began.

My girlfriend, Rachael, had helped me to select a number of exotic costumes, as well as silk and satin bedcovers, along with large tropical pictures to use in my shoots. The idea was to make these women look like they were living out their wildest dreams, and whatever they wanted, we would try and oblige with the settings they wished for. It surprised me at first when a few asked me to take semi-naked and then naked shots, but the biggest shock was when a woman said she wanted to look like a porno star. I was dubious at first, but with some encouraging from Rachael, we went out and bought a full range of erotic gear from vibrators to whips and chains.

Once word started to spread around that I was doing glamour pics, I began to get more and more requests, and soon I had no time for anything but these types of sessions. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed looking at all the different women in all states of undress, but my problem was that many were so seductive in their poses, it was hard for me to concentrate on taking good quality pics. Many a time I would have to call a woman and ask her to come and sit for me again, as the pics were not of a good quality. Rachael began to tease me about doing it on purpose, so that I could see these women undress more. Of course it was not true, but it did make me realise that I did enjoy seeing some of them again.

Not often, but maybe every three months or so, I would get a request to do shoots of couples, but not just ordinary pics of them holding hands, or even just naked poses for that matter, some would ask me to take pics of them while they had sex in front of me. Now this was a very hard thing to do (and in more ways than one), as whenever I went in to take close ups, as requested, I would become very aroused and not be able to keep my mind on the settings etc. There were many a time when either the guy or the woman would look around and see my raging hard on poking up in my pants. Some would even joke and say that I should take a break and join them, but I was trying to keep a professional manner, so refused politely. But it certainly would have been nice with some of them.

One day I received a call from a young, nervous sounding woman, asking me for prices and wanting to know if I did “erotic” shoots. Well of course I did, so I told her not to be afraid to ask, as whatever happened I would never judge her, or would I ever reveal the details of what went on during her shoot. As well as that, I informed her I insisted on giving all the prints and negatives to her, so that she can feel safe, knowing I am not spreading them around on the net or to friends. She told me that she wanted to do a fantasy shoot as a surprise for her boyfriend, and that his fantasy was to see her in a bi setting. Untill now I had only taken pics of singles or M/F couples, but I told her as long as she did not mind, then I would be happy to oblige her wishes. We set the date and time and she said she would see me when her and her girlfriend arrived.

The day soon approached, but when she arrived, she was alone. Not only was she alone, but also I straightaway realised that she was my niece (Adrienne). She was my (much) older brothers daughter, and I had not seen her for 8 years, when she was about 10, as they had moved to Canada. I did not even know that she had returned to Australia to attend Uni, and it seemed that she did not ataşehir escort know that I was to be the photographer either. It was very embarrassing for both of us. We decided to sit and talk for a time, as I knew that she would not want to go through with this now, and my brother would not be happy at me taking these type of pictures of his little girl. I even told her if she still wanted the pics done, I could give her the number of a few other people who were doing similar work.

After talking for awhile, she told me that her friend had “chickened out” when the time came round because her boyfriend was her friends brother, but she still came and said that she would just get me to take pics of her. Then she surprised me by saying that she still wanted me to do her pics, as she knew and trusted me, and would feel more comfortable and safe with me as the photographer. As Rachael was almost always with me when I did these shots, she said that as long as she did not mind, she would be happy to help out. Untill now I had never even asked Rachael if she had ever done any thing like this. Adrienne was very happy and told us that she just wanted to have shots of her undressing another girl, as well as “posing” so it looked like they were enjoying each other and having sexual pleasures. Rachael was cool with this and agreed.

They both went to the costume room and selected what they were to wear and then returned. The first roll was mainly pics of them together, holding hands etc., but the last few on that roll were of Adrienne bringing her lips up to where they were almost touching Rachael’s lips. They certainly looked hot like that. The next roll they began to caress each other more, and then slowly their clothing was removed by each other, until they were down to their bra and knickers. My cock began to spring to life when I saw that the girls were both wearing “half-cup” bras and G-Strings. I could not believe that my little niece had grown up, or that I would be getting an erection at the sight of her body.

For the third roll Adrienne moved Rachael over to the bed and laid her down. At first they just held each other and pretended to be touching each other through the clothes still remaining, but soon Rachael’s bra was unfastened and it was removed. Next to go was her G-String, and then Adrienne began to move closer and started to gently run her tongue over each of Rachael’s nipples. Now this was getting too real for me, and my cock was straining even harder to free itself. After doing this for a few minutes, Adrienne sat back and took her bra off, then provocatively began to lower her G-String as well; all the time telling me to take good close ups of her. She needn’t have worried; I was one step ahead of her already. I could already feel myself getting ready to cum in my pants, so I suggested we take a break, then I quickly went and made a coffee, trying to free myself of this sudden urge.

When I came back I saw that the girls had not taken a break, but were still lying side by side and rubbing each other’s bodies. I quickly re-loaded the camera and began once more to take shots of them. I suddenly realised that Adrienne had originally stated that she just wanted “posed” pics, but here she was, actually licking and kissing my girlfriends tits, and even kissed her closed lips a few times as well. I was going to ask her about this, but decided to just “go with the flow” as I was certainly enjoying what I was seeing unfold in front of me. Slowly, Adrienne’s hand made small circles over Rachael’s body, first around her tits, then her navel and finally rested on her neatly trimmed pubic hair. I was expecting Rachael to baulk at this and put a stop to things, but to my surprise she did not protest, in fact she opened her mouth and I saw her tongue enter into Adrienne’s waiting lips.

After taking the rest of the pics on this roll, I fumbled quickly to reload as well as set up two more cameras at other angles. One being a digital camera with a timer; the other a video camera. I had decided that I would not let this escapade go unfilmed for later viewing pleasures before I gave her the prints. I set the other camera to take a fresh pic every minute and I tried to take other pics between that minute so as to have many good shots to work with. Soon the action had begun to increase, and now Adrienne had positioned herself so Rachael had a tit to her mouth. She did not hesitate, and she was sucking from one to the other in no time. After a few moments of this Adrienne again moved, but this time she turned around and positioned herself so her pussy kadıköy escort bayan was close to Rachael’s mouth, and she lent forward and began to run her tongue over Rachael’s pussy.

I had never thought, or expected, that Rachael would have bi tendencies, but I was certainly glad that she did, for soon I decided that I would ask Adrienne to wait in the other room so I could fuck Rachael. As I was nearing that moment, Adrienne lifted her head and looked across at me and asked if I was getting good shots, and did I enjoy the show. Before I could open my mouth to answer, she laughed and said she could see I was enjoying it, as she noticed the wet spot in the front of my pants and could see my cock trying to force its way out. I went red very quickly and tried to reposition myself so she could not see me, but she just told me not to worry, and if I wanted to fuck Rachael while she was there, it did not worry her. But how could I do this with her watching.

Rachael stopped her licking for a moment and said she needed me quick, and to just set the timers and come over and help her out. By now it was too late for my brain to think seriously, so I did as told and quickly dropped my pants and joined them. Adrienne moved so that she was on her back, and in front of Rachael, and she had her legs raised so Rachael could continue to lick her pussy. I moved behind Rachael and positioned myself so as to enter her slippery pussy from behind. As my cock began to enter her from behind, I felt Rachael shudder, and next thing I felt her warm juices erupt, she had cum as soon as I entered, and this had never happened before. It did not take long before I felt myself getting ready as well, and as I began to pump faster into her wet hole, Adrienne told me to pull out of Rachael, as she wanted to see me cum. Damn, my niece was certainly a “dirty” little girl, not like the sweet little thing I remembered.

I removed my cock and quickly moved around to where Rachael’s face was buried between Adrienne’s legs, and began my final assault on my pulsing cock. Bang! 1, 2, 3 hard spurts shot out. The first was so strong, instead of going down to meet the waiting pussy and face, it went right across the face of my niece. The second hit her tits and the third found its target. A few more squirts hit before it receded to a slow leak. The realization of what I had just done struck home. I had just fucked my girlfriend while my niece had watched, and I had cum across her face and tits, as well as seeing her get eaten by another woman. I was about to retreat, to get cleaned up, and to get my thoughts together, when Adrienne reached out and took a hold of my half stiff cock. I was dumbfounded and could not move for a moment. Just as I got my senses back and was about to move, she pulled it closer and put her lips around my cock, and began to suck the last of my juice.

The brain in my cock once again took control, and soon as a flash, it was erect again. She continued to suck my cock, as well as rub my balls, and then she asked Rachael if it was OK by her if she could fuck me. I was stunned, I knew Rachael would not go this far; it was one thing to fuck in front of my niece, but she would never allow me to fuck her as well. I was wrong, not only did she give her a nod and a wink, she said as long as I fucked her more, she was more than happy. With that, Adrienne pushed me backwards and mounted me in quick time, before telling Rachel to bring her cunt up so she could give her some more of her tongue.

Again, it did not take me long before I felt my cock stiffen, my balls began to tighten, and I knew I would soon be cumming once more. As the moment arrived I told her, and I tried to pull out, but she forced herself down harder on my cock and refused to let me go. Soon I was filling my nieces tight cunt with my hot and sticky cum. Just as I finished cumming I looked across at Rachael and saw her eyes flicker, she let out a loud moan, and next I saw her juices running out onto Adrienne’s face and tongue. We all collapsed and dozed for a short time.

When I came too I saw that the girls were once again in a 69 position and going to town on each other. My mind told me that what I had done was wrong, but my cock would hear nothing of it, it was already standing again and wanting to get more pussy. I entered Rachael from behind, but as soon as Adrienne realised, she stopped licking and told me to stop; she had a different idea. The two girls then got on hands and knees, side by side, and she then said she wanted me to fuck them both, but first I was to reload the cameras as escort maltepe she wanted to see how she looked later on.

Soon as the films were loaded and a new memory stick was in the digital, the timers set, I returned. First my cock was pushing into Rachael, but after pumping for only a minute, Adrienne said I should change holes every minute, and continue like this until I was ready to cum. I kept changing holes for the next 15 or so minutes until I felt that all to familiar surge in my balls. I was about to dump my load into Adrienne for the second time, but she said she wanted me to cum over their faces. I quickly removed my cock and went around to the front of them, where one grabbed my raging cock and pulled, while the other sucked on the head. As soon as I said I was cumming, they both stopped and aimed my cock between their faces, and then Adrienne began to deep throat Rachael. As soon as I saw this I began to pull my cock faster and faster, before unloading my cum across their faces.

We all lay there for about 30 minutes, before getting up and having a shower together. As 1 of my cameras was a digital, I downloaded the pics to my computer and we all sat and looked at them, trying to decide which were the best ones. I told Adrienne I would have the others developed by the next day, and if she wanted to come back then, she could decide which ones she liked the best.

When she returned the next day, she selected the ones she wanted, and then told me to keep all the ones that I was in, as she could not risk her boyfriend seeing them. I asked her about the video camera stuff, and she said that I should keep that also, as long as she could come around sometimes and watch it with us, as well as have us both share her body even more. I was amazed, my niece was such a little nymph, and only 18 years old. This had started out as something clean and business like, but had soon turned into an orgy. I asked Rachael what she thought I should do, and she just smiled and said that she was more than happy to have my niece join us many more times, whenever she wished.

Adrienne had the photos of her and Rachael, and a week later when she came to watch the video, she said that her boyfriend had gone “ape” over the shots. It turned out that he was a very conservative guy and did not approve. He had his fantasies, but did not want them acted out. They had argued for the whole week before he decided to kick her out. She had nowhere to stay now, and asked if she could move in with us until she found a place of her own. Before I had a chance to ask Rachael what she thought, Rachael threw her arms around Adrienne and kissed her, before pulling back and telling her she could stay as long as she liked, as long as she got to have sex with her many times.

As Adrienne had hoped for this, she then said she had her things outside the door, and had already rung her father (my brother) and told him she would be staying with us now. My brother had seemed delighted to know that his daughter was safe and well, staying with her uncle, and this he thought would mean that she was well looked after and safe. He was right, Rachael and I looked after her very well, almost every night we looked after my little niece and kept her safe from the “deviants” of this world. Yes, we kept her to ourselves and our sex lives grew more and more all the time.

A few months later my brother returned to Australia to live and came to visit his daughter, as he wanted to give me money for all my troubles. I told him it was the least I could do, for after all, she was family, and she was a bundle of pleasure to have around. I guess that he saw the devilish look in my eyes when I said this, for he no longer hid his feelings, instead he just blurted out that he suspected that I was fucking his daughter. My jaw dropped, and I was trying to get my feet ready to run, when he let out a laugh and said I should not worry. He said that he had been waiting foir her to turn 18 so he could try and persuade her to have sex with him as well. That was why he had come back now.

My brother had shocked me with his confession. I asked him how he could let me fuck his daughter, how could he fuck even think of fucking his own daughter. He said he never would have done this, but since she had taken the initiative and started to fuck me, then why shouldn’t he get in on the fun as well. As well as letting me continue to fuck his daughter, he also asked if he could join in with the three of us sometimes, as he said as soon as he saw Rachael, he knew he wanted to fuck her as well. He was more than happy for her to stay here and live with us. He had recently remarried, and his new wife knew nothing of his sexcapades with his daughter, and he wished it to stay that way. To him it was the best of everything, his daughter was safe, and he could fuck her anytime, as well as fuck my girlfriend.

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This is a true story about my wife’s older sister Debbie, who lives 200 miles from us. She visits often, sometimes with her husband, sometimes not. He’s somewhat of a DICKHEAD, and she’s constantly complaining about him. Deb is very attractive, with a great body and excellent legs, and has long, curly auburn colored hair.

Deb is the subject of all my fantasies, and I’ve often jerked off thinking about what I’d like to do with her. I’m sure she knows it, too, because she’s constantly teasing me. Over the years, I’ve managed to see just about everything she has to offer. She often allows me to see up or down her dress, acting as though she doesn’t realize I’m looking.

A few weeks ago, my fantasies were realized, when I had to pick her up in Columbus (about 80 miles away from our house.) She was on her way to visit us, and her car broke down, and couldn’t be fixed until the next day. My wife had to work late, so that left me to make the drive by myself.

Once there, I noticed that: 1. She looked fabulous, in a short dress, sheer nylons and 3″ heels, and, 2. She was pissed off at her husband, as usual. He had allowed her to attempt the drive from her house to ours in a car that simply wasn’t safe. I put her bag in the back of my pick-up, and then helped her up into my truck. Her dress slid up as she climbed in, and she made no attempt to pull it down. I was able to see almost up to her crotch!

It was already dark when I got in and started the 1 1/2 hour drive back home, and Deb started right in about her asshole husband, and ataşehir escort the condition of her car. I had a tough time keeping my eyes off of her nylon-clad thighs, as her dress was still up near her waist.

I picked an older road back, rather than the expressway, and there were few cars on it besides us. Finally, Deb quit bitching, and looked over at me. “My feet are killing me!” she moaned, and I quickly offered to rub them for her. “Really? You’d do that for me?” she asked. “Absolutely!” I quickly responded.

She spun towards me, and put her feet in my lap, still in her sexy high heels. I slipped them off her feet, and took one in my hand, nearly cumming just from the touch of her nyloned foot! She went on talking about whatever – I was paying no attention to her. I rubbed her foot for several minutes, and then started on the other one.

“Oohhhh, Rick, that feels fabulous!” she purred. I was a little afraid she would feel my rock hard dick with her feet, but if she did, she didn’t say anything. As I maneuvered her feet and legs around, I was able to see all the way up to her crotch. I could see that she had on sheer-to-waist pantyhose, and nothing underneath! My cock had never been harder in my life!

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her eyes. I started moving my hands up to her ankle, her calf, and on up until I was at her knee. The hem of her dress was much higher, and when I spread her knees, when we were under a street light, I could see it all through the sheer nylon of her pantyhose!

Then, kadıköy escort bayan I noticed that her other foot was very slightly moving, against the rock hard boner that was in my pants! We drove along for several miles, until I was sure that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my cock with her foot!

I looked over, and saw that her eyes were still closed, and they were, as if she were sleeping. I slowly moved my hand up higher, onto her sexy, nylon covered thigh, and caressed her there. No resistance. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No resistance. Higher….. the side of my hand was now against her crotch. I moved it back and forth, and then moved it over until it cupped her sex. I stole a quick look, and saw that her eyes were half open, half closed, as if in a dream state.

After a few minutes of this with no complaint from her, I slid my hand up to the waist band of her pantyhose, and slipped it underneath and down, until my fingers were tangled in her pubic hair. On down, and now I slid between her lips and deep into her with my finger – it was one of the wettest pussies I’d ever had a finger in!

“No pretense of being asleep now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her thighs tightly together, trying to increase the pressure and the friction. I fingered her for a few minutes more, slipping up to her clit as often as I could. Now, both of Deb’s nylon covered feet were grinding against my cock, and I was trying desperately not to cum.

With my left escort maltepe hand, I slid my zipper down, and pulled my dick out into the open. Her feet immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I’d managed to keep the truck moving, and in a straight line!

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a hundred yards off the road, and stopped, shutting the lights off. I shoved Deb’s legs apart, and slid down between them. I took the keys and poked a hole in the cotton crotch of her pantyhose, making an opening big enough for my tongue. I moved my face down to the opening, and my tongue got to her, licking the sweet juice from her pussy. Then, I sucked her clit into my mouth, and worked it until she screamed “Oh, god, Rick, I’m cumminggggg!” and she did, nearly breaking my neck with her nylon-clad thighs!

After she calmed down a little, I got back up into my seat. Without a word from her, she slid down and took my cock into her mouth, sucking hard on the head. She knew how to suck dick, that’s for sure!!! Her tongue played at the head, and she stroked the shaft with her hand. A few seconds later, I was pumping shot after shot of hot cum in her mouth, her eyes locked on mine as she kept up with every one spurt. She swallowed several times to make sure she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our first real kiss on the lips, her tongue with its salty taste, sliding in and out of my mouth.

Afterwards, she sat close to me the rest of the way, my hand on her nylon sheathed thigh, her kissing on me most of the way. We got to the house before my wife got home, which was good. Somehow, she never caught on, and we made it through the weekend with no problems. I’ve not been able to try anything else with Deb yet, but our E-mails to each other show lots of promise!!

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