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This story was originally submitted to the Valentine’s Day contest as a standalone story. A second chapter was unplanned, but then it happened anyway…. This first chapter can, however, still be read as a self-contained story and is unchanged from its original form. Thank you for reading.

Everyone engaged in any sexual activity is over the age of 18 years.

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I’m standing with my hands thrust deep in the pile of cashmere jumpers, enjoying the feel and texture of them, but not really concentrating very successfully on the objective of choosing and buying one, when I become aware of someone standing next to me.

‘Sorry, am I in your way?’

I step back slightly, wondering how peculiar I was looking just then; a grown man clutching handfuls of overpriced women’s knitwear.

‘Not at all. I just wanted to reach for this colour here, if you don’t mind. They are such pretty colours, aren’t they?’

I swing my head to take in the source of this voice. A warm voice, with a touch of humour, and a lot of American to it. I suck my breath in. From this angle, it’s just the top of her head, a slim arm reaching out for the green jumpers in front of me and, as I tip my head a little more, a slim-waisted coat smoothed across her hips, that I can see.

She holds it up — the green jumper — in front of her face, in the way women do, giving it the full critical appraisal. She’s got that amazing dark red hair that looks like it belongs in a Titian painting, it’s such an outrageously deep colour. I’m transfixed by it, and need to make a conscious effort not to shove my restless hands into it.

‘I think the green is the best colour here,’ I agree with her, finally pulling myself together enough to say something.

‘Oh, really, you do, do you?’

Again, that undercurrent of humour in her voice. But more arresting is the view she presents me with now she’s turned her face to look at me. Big brown eyes behind tortoiseshell frame glasses, a faint spray of freckles just visible over her nose, and a mouth pulled into an amused smile, dimpling her cheeks slightly.

I smile back, fighting the urge to stare at her lips.

‘I do,’ I breathe out. ‘My sister said she wanted blue, but I think the green would look better.’

‘Oh?’

‘Mmmm.’

‘Would she wear green, or does she prefer blue?’

‘Well — she wears a lot of blue. Maybe that’s why I’m tempted to go for the green.’

‘To change it up a bit?’

‘Something like that.’

She’s still got that amused look on her face, and my head fills with all of the things I’d like to do with her, perhaps beginning with a drink, but I confess I’m already preoccupied with the idea of enjoying that smile in her eyes in much more intimate settings than a boutique in London’s West End. I’m wondering how much of this is showing on my face.

‘Is she my sort of colouring? Blonde? Brunette?’

And she holds the jumper in front of her now, tucking it under her chin a little to bring it close to her skin and hair.

‘Uh — she’s blonde. She’s my stepsister really,’ I ramble on. ‘Different father, so she’s blonde. And tiny, a bit like you actually. Whereas I am neither of those things.’

‘I can see that!’ Her eyes are definitely laughing now. ‘But, I think this colour would look good on a blonde woman. Which of these styles are you going for?’

‘Ah — well — that’s where I was losing the will to live just then. Round neck, v-neck or this one with buttons? Too many choices for my poor thick head.’

This makes her laugh out loud, and the sound of it sends an unreasonable amount of warmth flowing through my veins.

‘Well if she is my size or thereabouts, would it help if I tried the different styles on? Then you’ll be able to see what they look like? And I’m thinking of buying one for myself anyways.’

I grin, feeling like I’ve won the lottery. A few more minutes of looking at this woman is going to be something to treasure. And maybe I’ll summon the nerve to ask her to have that drink with me.

‘That’d be great, if you don’t mind?’

‘Hey, I offered.’

She picks up several of the jumpers, checking the sizes and walks over towards the fitting rooms. It’s one of those high-end shops where they have big, upholstered leather armchairs for the non-shoppers to sit in. She points wordlessly to one of them, indicating that’s where I should sit, and negotiates her way into one of the cubicles with a shop assistant who swings the heavy curtains closed to protect everyone’s modesty. I sit down, check the time, and wonder how long I can spin this out for. It’s not like I’ve had much experience lately, and whatever I might once have had feels very out of date and rusty.

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Standing in the fitting room I stare in the mirror, not knowing whether I should be amused or alarmed at myself. What am I doing, offering to model a bunch of sweaters for a complete stranger? I feel dangerously giddy from the events of the day, and want to prolong the feeling but probably need to control it, too. I swallow, illegal bahis and shrug my shoulders. What harm can it possibly do? And it’s definitely an improvement on the evening in prospect — dinner alone, maybe a bath in my lovely but lonely hotel room, half an hour reading in bed before dozing off, and four hours’ sleep, waking up with the book on my face. A typical Valentine’s Day for me, these past few years. Not that I’ve ever been a fan of the way it’s become such a thing — cards, balloons, teddy bears, themed lingerie, overpriced roses, cocktails and dinners — no thank you. Ten minutes of helping him choose a nice sweater for his sister is just a diverting activity — almost a good deed?

It’s not until I take my coat off I realise my mistake. I’m wearing a dress, and trying a sweater on over the top of it isn’t going to do it justice. I pull back the curtain, and the attentive shop assistant is already approaching.

‘Yes?’

‘Umm, I’ve realised I need to try this on with a skirt or some pants or something,’ I explain to her, gesturing at my dress, and of course, she understands immediately.

‘Of course. What size are you?’

‘She’s a six.’ His voice reaches us from the armchair.

I raise my eyebrows at him. I guess he really does know what size his sister is, and I guess she and I really are the same build. The shop assistant moves off in search of something to pair with the sweater and I find him looking at me, somewhat intently it has to be said. I’m beginning to admit to myself that I’m not being entirely selfless in my offer to help him with his shopping. He’s tall, dark, and handsome; what can I say? And I’m a sucker for men with clear eyes and an inability to hide what they’re thinking.

‘Thanks for doing this. I really appreciate it.’

He leans forward now, his elbows on his knees, a well-worn leather shoulder bag sitting on the floor between his feet.

‘I don’t even know your name.’

‘Elizabeth,’ I reply.

‘Classy name,’ he smiles. ‘I’m Rob.’

‘Nice to meet you, Rob,’ I smile back.

The shop assistant is back with an armful of clothes for me to choose from. Such a big armful that I laugh, she smiles, and Rob’s jiggling his leg, but from the look on his face, I don’t think it’s with impatience. I dive back behind the curtain and pick through the clothes. I choose one of the skirts, slip out of my dress, pull the skirt up and the sweater on.

He’s still leaning over his knees, but frowning, tapping at his phone with elegant long fingers, and doesn’t notice me. I don’t mind being able to look at him for a few unnoticed seconds. I like his dark hair, short around his neck and going grey at the temples, I really like his long legs and how the jacket of his classic English-cut suit sits on his shoulders. It’s not until the shop assistant catches my eye and shakes her head at him, amused at his obliviousness to me standing in front of him, that he jerks upright.

‘Sorry, Elizabeth. Wasn’t paying due attention.’

The look on his face is rather wonderful. I give him a quick twirl.

‘What do you think?’

He blinks, slowly. Very nice blue eyes.

‘Umm. Beautiful.’

It comes out as something between a growl and a whisper. I’m instantly distracted by the desire to give him more reasons to sound like that again, maybe somewhere less public than this shop.

‘Oh!’ is all I manage to actually say.

The light in his eyes, the way he’s sitting back in the chair now, as if to get a better look at me — it’s much more of a reaction than I’d anticipated. I feel myself beginning to blush.

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The shop assistant is having fun with us now, bringing more clothes for Elizabeth to try on, seemingly enjoying the little show we’re having here. After all, it’s a dull Wednesday afternoon in the middle of February, the shop is in no way busy, and we’re the only ones in the fitting room. And Elizabeth has a fantastic body. The shop assistant is happy to dress it. I’m beginning to find it more than difficult to imagine doing the opposite. Not helped when the curtain doesn’t close quite as tightly as before, and I glimpse Elizabeth’s bare back as she curves and glides herself out of another skirt. I avert my eyes and shuffle around in the chair, willing my cock not to betray me.

After twenty minutes of this entertainment, I’ve made a decision about which jumper to buy my sister (the green — blue be damned — and the v-neck) and am holding it in my hand, trying not to bury my nose to inhale Elizabeth’s scent on it. Elizabeth seems to be deciding to buy the same, and the shop assistant (Sahra — we’re all on first name terms now) has gone to fetch one from the shop for her.

‘Anything else you think I absolutely must buy?’

She’s asking me in a light-hearted, throwaway, tone of voice, but my answer is more than serious.

‘That skirt,’ I say.

She looks confused.

‘Which one?’

‘The first one,’ I reply, wondering how she could even be asking that question.

It was as if it’d been tailored illegal bahis siteleri to fit her, and believe me, I know good tailoring when I see it.

‘Oh!’

And I’m gratified to see the pink blush creeping up over her throat again.

‘Really, you should buy it. It’s like it was made for you.’

Her cheeks are dimpling as her smile widens.

‘Hmmm. Ok. That sounds like a serious recommendation.’

‘Oh, it’s serious alright.’

We both stare at each other then — one, two, three beats — a few layers of good manners and social refinement falling away as we do so. I’m about to go for it, to suggest a drink, a walk, more shopping, whatever it’s going to take to get her to spend a few more minutes with me, when Sahra returns holding another green jumper. Elizabeth steps behind the curtain to change back into her own dress.

‘Is she going to buy that skirt as well, then?’ Sahra’s asking me, all smiles. ‘It looked perfect on her, like I knew it would.’

‘Oh, I know! I hope so.’

‘She’s lucky to have you. My husband would never sit here so patiently, and he definitely wouldn’t be half as attentive, neither!’

I smile at her, but don’t disabuse her of her mistake.

Once Elizabeth emerges from the fitting room for the final time, we thank Sahra for her help and patience. I’m gratified she’s buying both the jumper and the skirt. As we walk out onto the street I take a deep breath; cigarette smoke and roasted chestnuts.

‘How about a drink? As a thank you for helping me make up my mind between blue and green?’

‘Sure.’

I’d feared a straight ‘no’, and can’t stop myself from grinning like the Cheshire Cat himself.

‘Great. I know just the place.’

It’s one of those pubs that used to be on every corner and down every alley of Soho, but which are an endangered species these days. Small, leaded windows, dark wood bar, floor and furniture to match, etched mirrors behind the optics, a lingering smell of tobacco, not a tourist in sight. She looks surprised, but not horrified, so I chalk it up as a success. She orders a gin and tonic which is also a relief, since I’d fleetingly wondered if she was one of those Americans who doesn’t really drink.

‘Cheers,’ I raise my pint of beer and we clink glasses.

‘Absolutely,’ she says, and smiles at me. As if I wasn’t already in enough trouble.

‘So, are you visiting London or –?’

Visiting, it turns out, for work. She talks about what she does. Something legal, and a lot of it goes over my head, but the part when she says she’s just this morning been made an offer of a job here in London steals my attention. Yes, she’s considering it because, no, she doesn’t have a partner, husband, boyfriend or girlfriend back in the States. Not anymore. And maybe it’s time for an adventure. She may not be in the first flush of youth, but she is free and single; laughing as she tells me this. It’s a quiet laugh, but no less beguiling for it, especially as she tips her head back a little each time she does it, baring more of her pretty neck. The beer’s going to my head as I’d forgotten to eat any lunch earlier, and I’m finding it harder and harder to do anything except stare at her. Pretty soon she’ll start to think I’m an axe murderer. My phone vibrates in my jacket pocket. I squint at the screen and roll my eyes at the message.

‘It’s work. I’ve got to go back to the office to make another phone call later. But, still time for another drink?’

‘Sure.’

‘I’d have liked to make a night of it. Dinner, that sort of thing, Elizabeth, but –,’ I shrug apologetically.

She raises her eyebrows at me. ‘We might’ve been lucky to get into a restaurant tonight.’

I frown.

‘It’s Valentine’s Day.’ And, seeing my reaction, ‘Well I guess that’s passed you by!’

‘Guilty,’ I agree.

She buys, this time. It gives me a minute to regroup. I had completely forgotten what day it was. I clear my throat, trying not to think about it too deeply, but not really succeeding; a vivid image of her, Ginny, in that fantastically-cut cream silk dress, red berries in her hair and red lipstick painted on her lips, her bright eyes so full of light and love. I shut my eyes to it.

Then she’s back at our table, sitting perhaps a little closer to me than before.

How much longer is she here for, I manage to ask? One more night after tonight. Great answer.

How about dinner tomorrow? That’s a yes.

Does she visit London often for work? About once a month.

I sit back in the chair, and consider taking up religion, I’m feeling so blessed.

She interrupts my bliss to ask me what I do (property — much too boring to describe here) and about my sister and parents and eventually it occurs to me she’s asking after my marital/relationship status, and I almost choke laughing at myself for being so dense.

‘Are you ok?’ she’s asking as I cough into my pint.

‘Fine, fine. Just a timely reminder of how out of practice I am at this.’

‘Are you? Out of practice, I mean?’

I wipe canlı bahis siteleri my mouth with the back of my hand, eyes on her fingers as she taps at an ice cube in her glass.

‘Terribly. I think the last time I had a drink with a woman I don’t work with, am related to, or is married to one of my friends, must be more than ten years ago.’

‘Ten years? That seems an awful long time. What a waste.’

That last sentence nearly makes me choke again, but I recover.

‘Hm. You sound like my mother now.’

‘Aha. She wishes you’d get hitched and produce heirs, does she?’

‘Something like that,’ I admit. ‘I’ve been a big disappointment in that regard.’

‘For the want of trying, or some other reason?’

I enjoy the way her voice carries so much humour in it.

‘Perhaps you are too much of a perfectionist?’

Her brown eyes study me as she throws out more reasons for my sad single status.

‘You work twenty-four/seven? You have fetishes that can only be satisfied in the dungeons of Soho? You find transcendental meditation more satisfying? You’ve been blighted by a long, unhappily unrequited love?’

We’ve been laughing up until that last explanation.

‘Ah. That last one, then?’

I incline my head. I’m British. We don’t really talk about that sort of thing. Not often, anyway. See again the red berries threaded through Ginny’s dark shiny hair that day — eight years ago today, precisely.

I jump as her warm hand slides over mine.

‘My big American wiseass mouth,’ she says, softly.

‘Hm.’

I turn my hand over to hold hers, cursing work, running my thumb across her palm and up to her wrist.

‘I hate having to say this, Elizabeth, but I really do have to get back to the office to make that call.’

I press my thumb hard against the pulse in her wrist.

‘Much as I’d rather stay here with you.’ I sigh.

‘I guess we’ll just have to take a time out,’ she raises one lovely eyebrow.

‘But dinner tomorrow? A late Valentine?’ I aim for wry humour.

‘Definitely.’ She beams at me. ‘Can you make 7pm? That’ll give me time to take a swim after work.’

I suck in my breath, assaulted by images of what she looks like in the water, and she gives me one of those laughs. It’s so quiet — a fast intake of breath, a glottal stop, almost. Can she see what I’m thinking so clearly? As if she’s testing it out, she leans over and brushes her lips against mine, the briefest, warmest of touches that’s almost over before I’ve realised what she’s doing, and with alarm, I grab her shoulder.

‘No. More,’ I whisper and swing my mouth back to hers, pressing us together, tasting the lime and tonic on her lips.

She pushes her tongue into my mouth, opens her eyes, making it one of the most intense things I’ve felt in a very long time. I reach up into her hair, glorying in how thick and soft it feels through my fingers, gratified she lets me do it, staring into her eyes and trying not to blink

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To say I’m nervous would be the understatement of the year. Pacing around the hotel lobby I’m asking myself why I didn’t at least get his phone number and instead, have to torture myself with the fear he won’t turn up at all tonight. It’s already five after seven and I can’t take much more waiting. I stare at everyone coming in from the street. It’s a small, secluded, low-key kind of hotel, that looks like a townhouse from the outside, where each room has its own unique character, and the staff are genuine. A petite blonde in a beautiful blue silk dress is discreetly talking with another woman behind the desk, sharing a joke, checking something on the screen. She looks as though she’s in charge; picks up a small bag from the floor and swings her way out of the lobby, bidding all the staff goodnight as she does so.

Memories of that kiss have been claiming my attention all day at work until Megan had called me out on it, asking if everything was ok, and then, seeing the blush on my neck, had pressed to know more. I guess she was hyper-vigilant as she’d been teasing me yesterday about spending Valentine’s Day alone. But what could I say? I don’t even know his last name, for God’s sakes.

‘Elizabeth!’

He’s striding across the parquet floor, looking flustered and worried.

‘I’m so sorry to be late. I couldn’t get away from work and like a fool I didn’t even take your phone number last night. I was about to phone the desk here, but I thought it’d be better if I just hurried up.’

He leans down and brushes my cheek with his lips, takes hold of my arm as if he’s never letting go, and finally smiles.

‘You’re here now.’

‘Hm.’

This time, his lips brush across my mouth at the same time as his eyes seem to trap mine in their gaze, and I fight to stay standing. Not so reserved tonight, I’m beginning to see; there’s fire in his eyes for sure.

‘I missed you,’ he whispers in my ear and we both smile at this, at the preposterousness of it all.

‘Now, I’ve got two ideas about dinner. One is a modern Asian fusion sort of place, much admired and sought-after cuisine. We have a table booked. The other is a family-run Chinese around the back of Chinatown where we might have to queue up but the food is well worth it. Which one takes your fancy?’

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We sat naked on the couch for another ten minutes just enjoying a companionable quiet while we recovered from our orgasms. Eventually, Marie asked “are you hungry? It’s nearly dinner time.”

I said that I was and pulled on my boxers and t-shirt. Marie put on her tank top and pants, but didn’t bother with her bra or panties. Her dark nipples still stood out against her light-colored tank. I wanted to squeeze her tits and bury my face between them, but I had said hands-to-ourselves and didn’t want do anything to ruin what we had going. I just counted my blessings and enjoyed the view.

We fixed dinner and ate. We talked and laughed like the two of us had all week. It was like we hadn’t just jerked off with each other. That was perfectly alright with me. After we ate, I told her good night and went back to my apartment.

The next morning, as I was getting ready for work, I was thinking about our masturbation session together. While I definitely wanted to have sex with Marie, what we had done had been as hot or hotter than any sex I’d ever had. It had been so intimate. I left my apartment and locked the door. Marie opened her door across the hall and told me good morning. I smiled and returned her greeting. I asked if she needed anything while I was out.

She replied “no, but if you don’t have plans later, maybe we can continue from yesterday when you get back from work. Only if you want to, of course.”

That was exactly what I was hoping to hear! Very coolly, and not at all like a goober, I nearly shouted “Yes! Uh, I mean, sure if you want to, whatever.”

She laughed at my excitement and said “well, I thought about what you said yesterday about not caring what others think. And you’re absolutely right. Who cares? I’m just going to ask that we take things slowly please. Yesterday afternoon was the most erotic thing I’ve done in the 5 years since my husband died and I’m rusty. Does that sound okay?”

I replied “that sounds excellent. We’ll figure out whatever this thing is as we go along. No pressure, or drama, and no stress. The world is chaotic enough right now. I’ll come over after work. Should only be a few hours.”

She looked relieved and I figured she was probably pretty nervous about the situation. Even if she did say she wasn’t going to care. Marie kissed me on the cheek and I left for work. The whole time I was there, my mind was on Marie. Not just her body, which drove me wild, but on her. I genuinely liked her. I wanted to play my cards right and turn this, whatever it was, into a real relationship.

There were a couple of minor IT emergencies while I was there and I was actually there for almost four hours. When I finally got everything under control, I went straight home. She asked about my day and I told her about it and apologized for taking longer than I had expected. She said it was no problem. She had spent her day unpacking again. The apartment was almost finished and it was looking more like a home.

Marie had her blond hair up in a loose pony tail. She was wearing dark green leggings and a baggy t-shirt. She looked comfy, but also sexy. The leggings were like a second skin and her ass looked maltepe escort amazing. I could tell that there was no bra under that shirt, because her boobs wobbled every time she moved, and her nipples were very prominent. She noticed me staring and smirked at me. She shook her boobs a little at me and with a chuckle said “you’re sweet for looking at these saggy old titties. You make me feel young.”

I said “what else can I make you feel?”

She grimaced at me and laughed and jibed “boo, too cheesy!”

I laughed at her heckling and countered “gimme a break, it’s been months since I was able flirt. Not that I was ever that good at it, but I didn’t used to throw out dumb lines like that.”

Marie walked over to me and hugged me and said “you don’t have to try to flirt. Just being yourself has gotten my full attention.” She kissed me once and asked “want to fool around?”

I was dying to fool around. I replied “I’m dying to fool around. What do you have in mind?”

She thought about it for a second and said “I’d like to sorta build up to sex if that’s okay with you. Maybe just use our hands today, but not on just ourselves.”

I pretended to be exasperated and said “oh I guess so! Twist my arm.”

She chuckled and took a step back and broke our hug. I reached out and lifted up her shirt, she raised her arms so I could remove it fully. I let out a small sigh as her breasts came into view. They drooped down some, but I liked that. There were light stretch marks near the top of each one where gravity had pulled them down. I put my hands on them and started massaging them and lifting them. Her nipples got harder under my palms. I gently pulled and pinched them and she let out a soft moan.

I said “god I love your boobs. I’ve wanted to touch them ever since I hung that frame above the couch.”

Looking me in the eyes Marie said “I’m glad you do, but I don’t see why. 20 years ago, you couldn’t find a better pair even in magazines. Now they’re like deflated balloons. Why wouldn’t you rather find a girl around your age that has perky tits that point toward the sun? I trip and step on my old girls.”

I chuckled at her exaggeration of stepping on them. They really didn’t droop that much. I said to her “somehow I think you’re exaggerating on that. And I don’t want someone my age. Yours are incredible.”

I bent down and was about to put one nipple into my mouth, but she stepped back and gently slapped me on the forehead and said “just hands today.”

I grinned and nodded. I’d take things as slowly as she wanted. She stepped back toward me and I pulled her into a hug that pressed her tits into my chest. I moved my hands down her back to her big, round ass and started squeezing her cheeks through the leggings. She closed her eyes and tried to kiss me but I lifted my chin up so she couldn’t reach my lips. I said “hey you said just hands today.”

She pretended to pout and stuck out her bottom lip. I said grinning “hey, it was your rule.”

She laughed and said “fair enough, I did say that.”

She lifted my shirt up over my head and I went back to massaging her big butt. I kept squeezing each escort maltepe cheek and rubbed my palms over them. Her breath was getting faster. I knelt down in front of her to where her pussy was right in front of me. Her leggings gave her a camel toe that looked incredible sexy. I slowly pulled down her leggings revealing her blond bush and luscious lips. I wanted to dive my tongue into it, but I refrained. Instead I ran my fingers through her pubic hair and felt her slit. It was already practically dripping. I pushed the leggings down all the way and she stepped out of them. I could smell her arousal when she had lifted her leg out of them. I gently pushed her toward the couch and she sat down with her knees together. I gently pushed them wide apart, her pink slit opened.

Very gently, I dragged my fingernails up her inner-thighs and through her curly, blond bush. Then moved my hands up her torso and pinched her nipples. Then slowly back down to her inner thighs. My mouth was right above her pussy, but I didn’t use it on her, but I knew she could my breath. Her breathing was getting even faster and eventually she said “Erik quit teasing me. Touch me already!”

With another smile, I finally pushed two fingers of my right hand into pussy. She let out a sigh as I did. I slowly started moving my two fingers in and out of her. The wet sound they made on each movement was exciting me more and more. I was already hard as a rock, but I wanted to make sure she came before I did. With my left hand, I used my thumb to find her clit. When I pushed my thumb onto it, she bucked her hips off the couch and moaned.

I started to move my right hand faster while still rubbing my left thumb against her clit. Marie kept holding her breath and letting it out in large sighs. When I started to curl my right fingers upward looking for her G Spot she moaned louder and said “gee-zusss you’re going to make me cum. Don’t stop. Press my clit harder.”

I moved my left thumb around her clit faster and started curling my right fingers in a rapid “come here” motion. Between brushing her G Spot and the pressure on her clit from my thumb, she came after only another minute. Hard. Marie made a deep guttural groaning sound and her legs shook uncontrollably. Her pussy gripped my fingers more tightly. I noticed that her neck and upper chest had flushed too. She pushed my left hand away from her clit, but she allowed me to slowly stroke my fingers in and out of her through the orgasm. After it was over, she sagged back on the couch breathing hard. She had a contented smile on her face.

I licked her cum off of my fingers. It tasted tangy and somewhat salty. Not good exactly, but not bad either. I hoped I could could go down on her soon. I asked “was that good?”

With a giggle she said “whew, hell yes. You know your way around a pussy. Alright, well I’ll see you tomorrow.”

My mouth fell open. I was so hard that it was getting painful. Did she seriously want me to leave?

She barked out a laugh and said “god your face! I’m kidding! It’s your turn now, take your pants off.”

Relieved, I stripped them and my boxers off and sat on the couch next to her. maltepe escort bayan She immediately started to stroke my dick with her right hand. “Mmm, you’ve got such a nick cock Erik. You’re bigger than my husband used to be. Perfect size for me.” She said.

I moaned quietly as she stroked me, resting my head on the cushions. I watched her boobs sway and jiggle as she jerked me off faster. Damn, I wasn’t going to last very long with how turned on I was. Before I came too early, I slowed her hand. I said “that feels really good, but I’m going to bust if you keep that up.”

She smiled at me and got off the couch. She knelt down in front of me between my legs. Her beautiful tits were right in front of my dick. I longed to fuck them, or get my cock into her mouth, but she had said hands only. Marie loved teasing me. She said “that’s okay, I want to make you cum right now.”

She wrapped her fingers around my cock and stroked me hard and fast. With her left hand, she used her finger nails to tickle my balls. I arched my back some and looked up at the ceiling. She abruptly stopped all stimulation. I looked back down and was about to ask why she had stopped when she said “look at me when you get off. I like to watch your face.”

I nodded and she resumed stroking me. It felt amazing. Her hands were soft and she knew how to give a great handjob. Marie would stroke upward, then swirl her palm over the head of my cock. Which would slick her palm with my pre cum and get my shaft slick. I told her that I was going to cum. She sat up straighter and pointed my cock toward her big swaying boobs. I kept looking at her face or tits as I started cumming. With a groan my first shot spurted up and hit her under the chin. Another shot landed near her left collar bone. Two more splattered the top of her left boob. She kept stroking me, pulling every drop out of me. She milked the last of my spunk onto her right nipple. I was huffing and puffing like I had ran up a flight of stairs.

Marie sat back on her heels smiling at me. She was absolutely covered. My jizz was up under her chin, on her chest and on both of her tits. Some of it was dripping down between them toward her belly. She scooped some of it onto her finger and sucked on it. After a second, she got up and went to the bathroom and came back with a towel. She cleaned herself up and did the same for me. We sat next to each other, and she curled up next me as I put my arm around her shoulders.

She said “that was great. Thank you for making me cum so hard. And I love how much you shoot when you get off. I liked getting my boobies covered. I didn’t think you’d cum that much after yesterday. One of the perks of a younger man I guess!”

I snickered when she used the word “boobies.” I replied “that’s partially because of you too. Your body gets me so horny that I’m bound to cum like a geyser every time.”

She kissed my cheek and said “flatterer, but thank you. It feels like an eternity since I’ve felt sexy. I’m so glad you were my neighbor.”

I curled my arm further around her shoulder so I could reach her right tit and squeezed it. “Me too. You’re like a dream neighbor.” I said. We sat together until I heard her stomach growl. We had dinner and we discussed what tomorrow would bring.

***

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You might say that I lucked out in the in-law department. Friends and co-workers tell horror stories of having to spend time with their in-laws, but I have always enjoyed spending time with Debbie and Bill. My wife Tina and I have known each other for seven years, and during that time I have become almost as close to them as my own parents. Soon after we were married Tina and I moved about 1,000 miles away so that I could take a great job. At first, Debbie and Bill weren’t too happy with the thought of their only child moving so far away. But everyone has adjusted over the last four years, and they are especially satisfied that Tina and I have become very successful in our new town. Naturally because of the distance between us we only see the in-laws on holidays and maybe a few other times per year.

It would not be honest to say that I have lusted after my mother in law since the first day we met, but there have been a few events over the years that made me think about what it would be like to have sex with her. Debbie keeps her 52 year old body in great shape by working out a few times per week at the local fitness center. My best views of her body have been on beach vacations Tina and I have taken with her parents, each time I have been treated to Debbie’s body in a bikini.

The first sight of Debbie’s bikini clad body was a very pleasant surprise. Tina and I had been dating for about a year when Bill invited me on a family vacation to the Bahamas. Bill had rented a great house on the beach that had a pool and hot tub on the back deck. After arriving Tina and I hit the pool to relax after the long trip. Debbie walked out a few minutes after we had dove in wearing a blue bikini. It was an ordinary looking two piece, nothing too revealing, but it still gave me a nice view of her body. At the time Debbie was 46, and I guess I expected to see her in a one piece suit at most. The rest of the evening I kept sneaking peaks at her, trying very hard not to be obvious. The second great surprise of the visit was that I found out that Tina is a wild woman in bed when her parents are sleeping in the same house. I suppose she thinks it’s something forbidden, and is turned on by that. Tina and I were in separate rooms at Bill’s request, but Tina snuck into my room every night for what was some of bursa escort the wildest sex we have ever had. Even now, our best sex is when we are visiting the in-laws or when they are at our house for a visit. Maybe that’s one of the reasons I don’t mind being around them.

Debbie called me at work in early November to ask if it would be a problem for she and Bill to come to our house for Thanksgiving since Tina and I were not planning to go back home for the holiday. I told her of course it was not a problem and we were looking forward to the visit. What I was really thinking was that I was going to get some great action from Tina while the in-laws were in town. Debbie and Bill arrived the Tuesday night before Thanksgiving. We went out to eat that night and had a great time catching up on each other’s lives. That night, just as I had hoped, Tina initiated a great night of sex. The next day at work I was pre-occupied with thoughts of what was in store for me that night. I typically get home a couple of hours before Tina, so I figured I would be entertaining the in-laws by myself until she got home. It nearly worked out that way.

When I got home Debbie told me that Bill had just left for the sporting goods outlet store about 30 miles from my house. Bill is an avid fisherman and wanted to pick up some toys before we headed for dinner that night. There have been very few times when I have been alone with my mother in law. Even though we get along great, there has always been an awkwardness between us during those times. At least I know I have felt uneasy every time Debbie and I have been alone. It’s strange but the only times I think of how she looks in that bikini are when we are alone. She could be innocently sitting on the sofa watching TV and I will find myself trying to imagine her naked. This time was no different. Debbie was wearing fleece shorts and a tee shirt, and when she bent over to pick up a magazine I got a great view of her bra covered breasts. A few minutes later she bent over to pick something up which caused the fleece to stretch over her firm ass. I tried to stop thinking about my mother in law’s body, but I guess the views of her breasts and ass combined with my horniness from thinking about what Tina was going to do with me when she got home were too much to overcome. I bursa escort bayan was becoming very horny, and I figured there would be only one way to relieve myself until Tina got home. I excused myself, telling Debbie that I was going to change, and managed to sneak in a quick self gratification session before coming back down stairs.

I nearly fell over when Debbie said, “I bet you feel better now.” I didn’t know what to say, was I that obvious before I headed upstairs to change? Before I could say anything she added, “It must feel nice to be out of those stuffy slacks and tie.” Boy was I relieved, I answered with a quick affirmative, then changed the subject. The next few minutes were filled with small talk, then I went to the fridge to get something to drink. When I turned around Debbie was bending over looking in one of the bottom cabinets. I was getting my second view of her breasts in the last twenty minutes and I couldn’t help but stare. Unfortunately, Debbie lifted her head while my eyes were glued to her chest. My mother in law had caught me looking down her shirt. I was preparing myself for a scolding, or at least a question of why I was looking. Instead, Debbie stood up and stared directly into my eyes. We were less than three feet apart, staring at each other not saying a word. The tension was unbelievable. We must have stayed in that position for 30 seconds. Then the phone rang. It was Tina telling me that she would be stuck at work for at least an hour later than normal.

After hearing my end of the conversation, Debbie took the cell phone from her purse that was sitting on the kitchen table and called Bill. She told him that Tina was stuck at work so he had more time to shop. Debbie’s end of the call was something like, “So you’ll be back about 8:00? OK, see you then. I love you honey.” After hanging up she turned and began walking into the living room then said, “Looks like we have at least two hours before either of them get home.” When she got to the entry way to the living room she said, “Well are you going to come fuck me or just wait to see if I bend over again?” Then turned again and continued walking. Needless to say I was stunned, but still coherent enough to walk into the living room. When I entered the room Debbie was sitting on the sofa. She stood up and said, escort bursa “You do want to fuck me don’t you? I always thought you looked at me in that way, but wasn’t sure until I caught you looking down my shirt.” All I could manage to spit out was, “You are very beautiful.” “Thanks Kenny, but if we are going to have sex we might as well get with it,” was Debbie’s reply.

With that my mother in law took my arm and nearly threw me down on the sofa. I sat there and watched Debbie pull her shirt and shorts off quickly, then pause a moment before removing her underwear. I was in shock, I couldn’t believe my mother in law was standing in front of me in her bra and panties about to take them off and fuck me. Almost before I could finish the thought Debbie had her underwear off and was pulling my shorts down to my ankles. I was sitting there with my hard cock sticking straight in the air as my mother in law straddled my lap. She looked at me and said, “We’ll have plenty of time to make love later, right now I need to fuck you.” Debbie then raised herself and placed my cock at her entrance. I could feel her wetness on the tip of my cock. Debbie slowly lowered herself onto me and let out a moan when I was all the way inside. She grabbed my face and said, “You feel so good in me. I’m really going to enjoy this.” Debbie began bouncing up and down, and I quickly found out that she was very vocal during sex.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I’m fucking my son in law.” Debbie nearly screamed as she picked up the pace. “Kenny, I’m going to cum on your dick. I’m going to make you fuck me until I cum.” Debbie’s breathing was becoming heavy her moans deeper and louder. “I’m so close baby, cum with me Kenny. Cum in mommy’s pussy. I want to feel you cum in me.” I was about to explode, I grabbed my mother in law’s juicy tits as I began to cum. Debbie moaned, “That’s it baby, cum in mommy, cum in me. Oh god, I’m going to cum. Kenny I’m going to cum on your cock.” Debbie was slamming herself on me as we both began to come. I could feel her pussy milking me, drawing every drop of cum from my cock.

Debbie began to slow her movements, and eventually we sat there motionless, holding each other. We looked at each other and drew into a long, deep kiss. I moved my hand up and began to massage her breast. Debbie felt me begin to get hard again and broke the kiss. “Hold on baby, lets go to the bed. I want you to fuck me in my daughter’s bed.” I guess Tina’s not the only person in her family that likes forbidden things.

To be continued…

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To readers whose preference is to read instant sexual activity, I’m sorry to disappoint you.

Thanks to editor Norm.

***

My name is Christine. I am a 41-year-old wife and mother. If they were asked about it, people who know our family and me would probably call me a prim and proper wife. I’m cultured, moral, modest, wholesome, virtuous … in a word, chaste. And that is the kind of woman I have tried to be for most of my life. They call me such because I do not miss going to church on Sundays and other days of obligation; and more so, because I have made the virtues of purity and propriety as unwritten rules to be carefully honored, at home and in the community. The truth is that decency and being a virtuous woman with high morals really does matter to me; these really are things that I care about.

On a scale of 1-10, it appears that most men and women who know me rate my sexual attractiveness as about a ‘7’. No matter, the fact is that I do take care to dress appropriately and act demurely, as a proper woman should.

I stand 5 feet 7 inches tall; weigh 128 lbs, brown-haired and blue-eyed. And I have been blessed further with smooth skin and a well-formed figure. The nature of my bosom is such that it is rather difficult to downplay.

I’m so proud of my son, a handsome young teenager named Albert. He’s a polite, courteous kid whose good manners he’d obviously inherited from his mother. (Forgive my prideful slip.) He is 18. Still, the big growth spurt with that age hasn’t hit him yet. He still stands at only about 5′ 7″ tall. That does make him not an inch taller than me yet. He has a very sweet personality, very thoughtful, and amazingly mature and discreet, far beyond his years; and he’s dark-haired and blue-eyed, too, like his mother.

My husband Mark is a good family man and provider and not bad in bed, or was anyway. Suffice it to say that we are a happy family with a nice house living in a relatively comfortable community.

There is one thing I have to say. Just because a wife is doing her best to be a woman of virtue does not make her a living saint as some people may think. Inside the Sunday dress she wears is a typical woman, with needs and sexual fantasies too. To remain prim and proper though she keeps her physical expressions under the tightest possible control, but not necessarily her private fantasies.

And so here I am, a role model wife and mother, or so they say. No one in the neighborhood would ever suspect me of visiting erotic sites in the Internet, like Literotica.com, but I do of course, only when no one is watching. I must maintain my standing with the community.

* * *

One recent morning while I was cleaning my son’s room, putting in order his disorderly stuff, I saw a white full-length cotton robe underneath his sheets. It was my robe. I was puzzled. How did that get here? I remember putting the gown in the laundry hamper the night before. And why in the world would it be in here anyway? Not suspecting anything further, I took it with me to the hamper to await the next washing.

I would have dismissed the discovery altogether if not for another one. Soon after, on another morning, I once more found a full-length silk robe of mine in his room, this time my pink one. That was the one I’d just slipped out from just about an hour earlier, before my son left.

I didn’t take it with me to the hamper just yet this time but decided instead to ask my son later what on earth he wanted from my used private clothing. I decided to try to learn a bit more about this first just the same.

When he came home late afternoon, I allowed him to get some rest for some time before carrying out my planned “offensive.” I would need to catch him, however, so to speak, before he could return the housecoat to my hamper. And to that, I remained vigilant watching his bedroom door.

The time for my “offensive” came. As a pre-emptive act, I didn’t knock at his door when I entered his room. That was a mistake. Was I ever in for the shock of my life.

The scene was stunning, to say the least! What I saw was not for the hypertensive or the weak of heart. My handsomely gorgeous teen-aged son was lying on his bed masturbating, his mother’s long robe covering his naked body. The scene looked like he was trying to heighten his sexual climax by carefully devouring every square inch of the gown, appearance, touch, scent, everything.

I managed to utter a quick apology before withdrawing and hurriedly closed the door, stunned and breathless.

My mind was awhirl, my legs quivering and about to buckle. I felt so weak that I had to hold on to something to keep upright. If my clothing were not involved, I would have been a good deal less stunned over what I’d just seen. Or at least, I thought it was reasonable enough to handle it satisfactorily, even if it was well outside of what I considered appropriate boundaries.

In any case, however, I immediately made the missing connection. It could only mean that my son tuzla escort was harboring sexual fantasies towards his mother. He was apparently making his mother’s recently used clothing into a fetish of some sort, directing his sexual energy to it and to the traces of his mother on it, her scent and body heat. And as far as I was concerned then, it was wrong!

I began rehearsing a dialogue on how to talk about it with my son. As I did, it flashed into my mind that he might have thought I failed to recognize my clothing anyway. And so, I decided not to talk about it for the time being.

Masturbation is held, after all, in the general public’s mind, to be a normal thing, especially for adults anyway whether male or female. Therefore, there need not be a fuss about it. Chidingly, I reminded myself, I even do it myself, for heaven’s sake.

Come dinner time, Albert told us he’d come down later. Obviously, to avoid embarrassment was the reason behind it.

The next day, when I was about to do the laundry, my pink robe was back at the hamper, with additions. The stains of my son’s ejaculations were there for me to see and touch.

A sudden sexual tingling enveloped my body. The thought of my son ejaculating in my just taken off private clothing, my body heat and scent still in it was, to my mind, very sexy. I abandoned the laundry stuff and soon found myself in my bed, wrapped in the unwashed, long robe that my son had sprayed with his potent sperms the night before, participating in a very private, sensual behavior.

The touch of the silk was erotic. It seemed now as if I could feel the intensity of my son’s youthful passion as he’d heatedly ravished my article of private clothing. For myself, I began masturbating in the same unwashed gown as hotly as my son had probably done, if not more so.

Spreading and writhing obscenely, my robed body began to perspire as my fingers neared my pussy. My mouth opened and expelled a loud gasp as my finger touched lightly against the wet flesh along my clitoris.

Using my finger, I made rhythmic in and out strokes while my left hand wandered up beneath my robe playing with my erect nipples.

My thighs began to tremble, tightening and untightening as my steadily probing finger drove me to still higher states of arousal.

When my heated body was about to explode my legs straightened and spread further apart, curling my toes and feeling the silky robe tease my thighs and calves into sensual awareness.

“My God! I’m… I’m…coming…almost there…Oohhhhh!”

When I exploded, my quivering ass rose up in the air. I must have remained jerking about like that for a full minute as I crossed the peak of one of the most ecstatic orgasms ever to hit my body.

When my ass finally fell back to bed, my body wouldn’t stop jerking. My ass continued to shake, my crack spasming with sensual aftershocks.

***

I felt guilty when it was over, very guilty. I knew so well that two wrongs do not make a right. Yet I had done it, the second wrong. For hours, my prim and proper self couldn’t fathom the reason why, nor was it very pleased with me.

Because guilt and sexual spasms lorded it over my mind and body I failed to do the laundry that day. I decided to do the washing the next day.

Come evening at dinner time Albert couldn’t look directly at me. The poor kid was so obviously embarrassed. I wasn’t much more able to look directly at him either. If only he knew that I too had done what he had. My shame and private embarrassment was beyond measure.

We clumsily and uncertainly did our best to carry on with life as usual as I didn’t bother to mention anything to my son even before his father came home. All the while my husband was totally oblivious to what was in the minds of his wife and son in front of him.

After dinner I went to my hamper to throw in more clothes for washing when I noticed something odd. Would I be in for another shock of my life, the second in a row in 24 hours. The still unwashed robe that my son and I had shared sexually was missing. Almost instantly erotic chills ran down my spine.

Powerful sexy thoughts of my son jerking off in our sexually-shared housecoat, after doing it myself earlier in the day, flooded my mind. If not for the equally powerful feeling of guilt I could have quietly walked into my son’s bedroom door to watch him and do it with him.

Guilt, however, sternly told me to run to the bathroom and douse my heating up body with running water.

True to form the shower made my body and mind fresh and clean. But not for long. I hurriedly rushed back to the laundry room to check and, luckily, was not disappointed. The robe of seduction was back, reeking with sex. As I buried my face in it I noticed that the scent of my creamed body was still very much in it, however, mixing with my son’s masculine scent.

Without bothering to check on who could have noticed me I locked myself in the laundry room, tore off whatever clothing was in my body, slipped tuzla escort bayan in the silky robe of seduction and intensely masturbated in it, standing with my back against the wall.

The sensuality of it was intense. I found myself into the thought of my son sucking my breasts and massaging my crack as my body was feeling the sensual touch of the sexy silk wrapped around it.

As I furiously fingered myself, the image of Albert’s youthful hard cock in his mother’s love nest made my climax far more real, filling and fulfilling me with his potent eruptions.

My body shook like I could hear thunder crashing over me when I deliriously felt the touch of silk tight under my bottom as my own finger pushed the seductive clothing through it.

When it was over, my body, with the love-battered robe still hanging loosely over it, was lying on the floor, moaning and hips jerking spasmodically.

* * * * *

I went to church the next Sunday, still, as prim and proper as a wife of my stature would be, notwithstanding the evil actions that I had done. No one, absolutely no one, knew, or will ever know, of the sick fantasies my son and I had shared in my private clothing.

One late night, the erotic stories I’d been reading would not leave my thoughts. sleep eluded me. As my tired, hard-working husband snored away his body’s fatigue, I slipped into a robe to cover my pantied-only body and went down to the study to read more newly submitted stories of the same sort, covering various genres.

They were all coarse stories, using words that made me squirm most uncomfortably. But oh, the tales they told in spite of that! As usual now, reading them made me so horny.

As I read with passion, I slipped out of my white panties and nakedly started pleasuring myself. In less than a minute, I was fast approaching a mighty orgasm that I knew could quite possibly make me fall from my chair. Almost there, I was startled at the last moment to hear footsteps coming down the stairway.

However frustrating it was, I immediately closed the webpage, put my robe back around myself, and rushed out of the study, expecting to meet who I thought was going to be my husband.

I was stunned to see Albert, my son, instead on his way to the laundry room. He looked like a budding Adonis in his gray shorts and t-shirt. Even in that dimly lit juncture, Albert’s attire revealed in outline his developing manhood quite clearly. He was equally surprised to see me in his darkened path, as he thought I was already fast asleep.

Instantly, I knew what he was up to. He was out to get his fetish, another of my dirty robes. He wanted to feel what was left of my body heat on it.

His youthful face could not conceal his surprise and disa[ointment over his suddenly altered change of plans. How I wished I allowed him to take his fetish before I went out of the study. But then how would I know that it was him?

He stammered trying to explain to me what he intended to do at the laundry room at that ungodly hour. As he stuttered about, I was horrified to remember my panties had been left lying on the study room floor. I was so quietly thankful it was my son and not my husband who’d come down. I’d surely have been in deep trouble were it Mark, especially if he were to have tumbled upon those discarded panties.

After quietly exchanging a few quiet words of social greeting, I began quizzing the young man there in the darkened hallway. Due to the stillness of the night we were careful to talk in low voices, something that wittingly or otherwise intensified the aura of sex in the air.

Not a few would say that a mother and her son, both scantily dressed as we were and trapped in a darkened corner of the house, was only for the fantasy books. Yet, me and my son were exactly that at the moment.

I, his mother, just a few feet away from his obvious anatomy, was in even less proper apparel. I was in my long white silk robe with nothing underneath. My defenseless womanhood could have been so easily contacted or penetrated by any horny animal, had there been one around. Luckily, it was a courteous, polite, and somewhat distraught young man that was the only male animal present.

I tried to play down the sexual tension building up by taking the chance to ask him what he had been doing to my clothing.

“Let’s have a talk for a while, shall we?”

“Sure, Mom.”

I swayed my hips towards the living room, my hands tightly clasped at my sheer robe. He followed, side by side with me with his right hand around my waist. Such a gesture was nothing new to us but, for an unexplained reason, it felt unusual to me that night.

“Have a seat, young man.”

“Anything important, Mom?

I really wasn’t prepared for an intense verbal confrontation; so I was forced to engage him in small talk while silently rehearsing in the back of my mind, dialogues of my theme. Once sorted out, and taking a deep breath to settle myself, I turned to more significant matters. Finally, escort tuzla I took a seat in a chair opposite where he was seated, facing him.

“Any good reason you can tell me for heading down to the laundry at this hour?” I asked, careful to keep it in a whisper.

“Just probably the reason why you’re here,” he quietly joked, smiling, rather obviously trying to fend off his uncomfortableness over the item. He surprised me with his apparent composure.

“I was in the study playing with the computer. I heard someone coming down. I thought it was your dad.”

“Then jumped out, scared that Dad might see you chatting with someone in the YM?”

Hm, for a kid, he’s sure cocky with his comebacks, I thought to myself.

“I don’t use the computer for chatting. Not my cup of tea.”

“Good. Very good then.”

“Why’d you say that?”

“Nothing,” he replied, coyly shaking his head.

“What if I do?”

Our eyes met as we shared a suppressed giggle before we resumed talking. Our quiet whispers returned to the mundane however. We remained at that visual face-off for sometime and quite loaded by then with sexual implications as we chatted quietly in soft voices.

“Hey Mom, what really makes you awake at this time?”

“Why do you ask? Dissapointed that you failed to get something from the laundry?”

“Well, ummmm…just asking.”

“What if I let you get it now, would you?”

“Ahhh, errrr, ummmm…what is it?”

“Don’t know. It was you who was headed there.”

A brief pause followed after which, for an obvious reason, we giggled together.

I rose to my feet and went over to the couch to sit beside him. That seemed to be the right thing to do at this time as his gazes started to wander around my scantily covered anatomy like his eyes had x-rays with them. But it was not before I went over the counter to pour drinks for us. It was a good way, I thought, to calm our nerves.

Now seated beside him, me on his left, we seemed to be almost invariably drawn to each other. In the resulting closeness, our legs pressed together lightly as we sat there side by side.

Before I could avoid it, Albert slowly but firmly welded the entire length of his left leg with mine. I made no attempt to move my lap away as I didn’t want to embarrass him. I knew anyway that the touch of my robe was his fetish. More so with my leg in it, live and jerking.

The light pressing of our legs at first seemed to be a normal thing, at least to me. When it lingered and hardened, the friction started to quicken my sexual sensitivity.

We remained quiet while sipping booze and, after sometime, his leg lightly rubbed mine vertically. Unconsciously, I responded and did the same.

The rubbing and swaying of our legs plus the sexual arousal building up in me was not good for keeping my robe together in discreet and proper fashion. I had to hold on to it to keep it from falling open.

And oh, the rubbing, swaying and light jerking of our legs continued. The setting was soooo erotic. It was that of a mother and son in the dark, playing footsie in a love seat.

A natural feeling of guilt made me contemplate not to allow myself to be carried away with such lingering footsie with my own son. But the sensations were too good to stop as the friction between our legs was turning sensuously hotter by the minute.

Then to add to the quandary at that juncture, I swear I saw a tent begin rising up in my son’s shorts. Shamelessly, I was hardly doing any better. God, was I getting wet.

Our conversation rather faltered, neither of us seeming to be thinking very clearly somehow.

“Mom …”

“Yesss …”

“You’re … ummm.”

“Whhatt? …”

“I mean…you know…pretty.”

“Oh yeah?…”

“Sure, you are.”

“Thank you. But, you Know what?”

“What?”

“Oh, none…nothing.”

Once more we shared a suppressed giggle as we both stammered. Our legs, still erotically glued together, continued to rub and lightly sway. Words failed us both. With my sitting across no longer distracting him, he was able to raise his vision to my face. He looked me gently in the eye. I responded in kind. And then, it stayed that way. Our eyes remained locked together, lingering and wordless even as we continued sipping our drinks.

Human breathing was the only sound in the still of the night. The locked gazes strongly affected the internal goings-on in our bodies, or at least in my body.

When the eyelock broke my stare dropped at my son’s hard-on, straining within his shorts. I was sure he knew about it. What he didn’t know perhaps was the presence of a sexual resonance. He was hard while his mother, sitting beside him, was wet beneath her robe.

From the looks of it it seemed we both had discarded whatever morals was developed in our psyche. Had the love-battered robe that we sexually shared in separate private moments caused it? It would seem that it did.

Soft and breathy whispers resumed. If someone happened to be eavesdropping on us from an unintelligible distance, he would have jerked-off right then and there in the dark just listening to what he would imagine as “love whispers.”

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It’s been two weeks since we had that afternoon interlude and Susan has called, faxed, emailed or voice mailed me every day with sexual suggestions and innuendoes. So far I’ve resisted the urge to give in to her suggestions. Don’t get me wrong; she was incredible. I’ve never met anyone with a sexual appetite such as hers. It’s just that I have been more than satisfied as of late.

Christine and I sat down that same evening and talked about what had happened. She was both amazed and taken aback by Susan’s directions. “I really had no idea that’s what Ms. Williams wanted to do,” she said, “but I couldn’t stop myself once I got started. I mean, I was so turned on, and you seemed to approve of what was going down, so I just went with it.”

I told her I felt the same way; I was so turned on I couldn’t stop, and I really didn’t have a problem with anything that was done. “You have developed into such a beautiful, sensual woman that I found it difficult to stop what you were doing,” I told her. “I have to admit, you have exhibited an entirely new – and quite alluring – side to yourself.” I smiled and kissed the top of her head.

Christine took my hand and placed it over her heart. “The trouble I’m having now,” she said, “is trying to stop my feelings about doing it again. I mean, you were incredible. All the way home I was thinking about taking you in my mouth and getting you off again.” She even blushed as she said it. I felt her nipple grow hard under my hand and, at the same time, realized I was getting a hard-on all over again. “Would it be such a bad thing to keep going?” she asked.

“No,” I told her, “it wouldn’t. But it’s something we have to keep very private. Other people wouldn’t understand it.”

“Not even my friends?” she asked.

“I doubt they would understand. They’ve probably been taught that this sort of sexual conduct is a bad thing.”

Christine knelt down in front of me and began to stroke my rod through my pants. “I might have a surprise or two on that matter,” she said, opening my pants and taking my cock in her hand. And, with that idea, she sucked me until I came down her throat.

Over the next two days Christine took every opportunity to explore our new sexual relationship. She took to removing her clothing when she was around the house and masturbating several times a day while I watched. Sometimes I would masturbate with her; sometimes she would suck me off. I ate her lovely, juicy young pussy for the first time and brought her to a huge climax with both my tongue and my fingers. And both nights she would come into my bedroom before retiring and suck on my cock until I came either down her throat or in her hands.

On Monday Christine went back to school and I went back to my office. I got done early and decided to head home. The house was so quiet and peaceful I decided to just kick back and relax for a while, so I stripped down and laid back on our couch. I couldn’t help but think about the last time I’d been naked on a couch. I’d had Susan at one end and Christine at the other. The mere thought of that afternoon got me hard, so I closed my eyes and slowly stroked my cock into a huge hard-on.

I dozed off that way. One moment I was thinking about Susan and Christine, and the next I was looking up into Christine’s lovely young face, smiling at me. I felt her hand slide over my tool. “Hey there,” she said, “you must have known we were coming over today.” It didn’t register at first, but when I finally realized she’d said, “we,” I looked past her to see another young woman standing at the foot of the couch. Her eyes were trained on Christine’s hand slowly stroking my cock into life.

“This is Jenny,” she said. “We’ve talked about what you and I do and she’s really interested in it.” I smiled at Jenny, not knowing quite what to say. Christine’s hand tightened around my stiffening cock and her strokes took on more urgency. “She really wants it, Daddy. Do you mind?”

I shook my head, letting my little head take over my thinking.

Christine told Jenny to get undressed and she moved her face down to my cock. As Jenny slowly peeled off her tank top, bra, skirt and panties, Christine began to give me head. By now she knew exactly what to do to get me really hard, and by the time Jenny came over to the couch I was rock hard and throbbing. Jenny’s naked body only made my balls ache even more; her firm young tits must have been nothing less than a 36D, and her pussy was trimmed down to a thin strip running up from her delta. She had slim hips, firm thighs, and a trim body – all the things a man loves to admire. Christine brought her down on her knees and offered her my cock. “Start slowly,” she told her, “with just the head, and then work your way down his shaft. Up and down. Don’t try to take it all in at once. Just relax and enjoy the feeling. And keep in mind the really sensitive areas, and pay attention to them.”

Jenny caught on like a pro. I watched the head of my cock disappear bursa escort into her mouth, felt her cheek muscles tighten around it, and then felt her tongue swirl around the rim. It was heavenly. As she began to slowly slide up and down my rod Christine moved around behind her and began to stroke her pussy with her hand. Jenny must have really liked that, and she began to pump my shaft with her hand as she sucked my head. At one point I figured Christine has pumped her fingers into Jenny’s cunt, because she stiffened, moaned lightly, and then went back down with renewed energy. I saw Christine begin to piston her hand in and out of Jenny’s twat and Jenny stopped sucking me off. “Oh, shit,” she moaned, “that’s so good. Oh, God, that’s so good.”

“You want his cock?” Christine asked her.

“I want his cock fucking me,” Jenny replied, breathing harder.

Christine didn’t stop finger-fucking her, but she brought me around behind her. She took my cock and guided it into her tight, wet cunt. “Just start slowly,” she whispered to me, “but then ream her really good. She’s had dildos inside her before, so she’s ready for you.” I began to slowly slide in and out of her pussy, loving the tightness around my tool, and Christine sat down on the couch with Jenny’s face between her thighs. She took Jenny’s face and guided it to her pussy. “Just like you did before, baby,” she whispered to Jenny, “eat me like that.”

Jenny bore down on Christine’s clit and fuck hole with her tongue. “Harder now, Daddy,” Christine told me, smiling, “fuck her harder now. Pound it into her. Really fuck her hard now.” She had this mischievous look on her face that told me the harder I fucked Jenny, the harder Jenny would suck her pussy. I smiled back at her, slid nearly all the way out of Jenny’s twat, and then rammed my cock home. Christine stiffened, smiled, and then looked at me. I began to pound Jenny’s pussy as hard as I could, sliding all the way out until just the tip of my cock was against her opening, and then reaming her hole until my balls pounded her vulva. Jenny withstood about a dozen of these before she gasped, clenched down around my cock buried deep inside her, and climaxed hard.

I was amazed at how wet she got. When I withdrew from her my cock and balls were literally dripping with her cum. Christine sat me down on the couch and Jenny immediately started sucking my cock. Christine went around behind Jenny, laid down underneath her hips, and brought her soaked pussy down to her face. I got to watch and feel Jenny’s mouth sliding up and down my throbbing tool while Christine stroked herself and cleaned up Jenny’s pussy. In a matter of minutes I felt that familiar rush to my groin. “I’m going to cum,” I moaned, “I need to let go.” As if on cue, Jenny bore down on my tool even harder. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and pumped it fast and hard as she sucked the top third of my cock. At the moment of climax I grabbed either side of Jenny’s face, held her head very still, and shot a huge load into her mouth. At first she gagged a bit, but to her credit she never lost a drop. She ate every bit of my cum and then went back for more. By the time she was finished she had taken two loads from my balls and licked me clean. And, in between, she climaxed, again, in Christine’s face.

Every afternoon that week Jenny dropped by our house either after school or in the evening and we enjoyed our threesome. Jenny always wanted me to fuck her from behind so she could have Christine’s pussy in her face, and Christine loved finishing off my cock while Jenny ate her. On Saturday we were planning to have Jenny spend the night when Christine came up with an alternative idea. “There’s this other friend of ours who is really looking for a group thing,” she said. “Would you have any problems if I invited her to spend the night as well?”

“Don’t you think this might get out of hand?” I asked her.

She thought about it and shook her head. “No,” she said, “as long as we keep it just between the three of us and you. I can’t really think of anyone else who would be interested – aside from Ms. Williams, of course.” We both laughed at that; we could both imagine Susan Williams spending the night with three high school girls and a man. “She’d be having one orgasm after another,” Christine laughed.

Saturday evening Christine went out with her two friends and they got home at around 11pm. I stayed home and watched some television in my boxers and a t-shirt. When they arrived I was lounging on my bed. Christine brought both girls upstairs. “Dad,” she said, “you know Jenny. This is Stacy. Stacy, this is my Dad.”

Stacy shyly smiled and waved. She was about the same height as my daughter, with curly red hair, a long, narrow waist, slim hips, and tits the size of tennis balls. The three of them made for an interesting contrast in female development. The three of them standing together also made my dick stir in my boxers. “So,” I asked nonchalantly, “what’s bursa escort bayan up for the evening? TV? A movie?”

Christine looked at the two other girls, nodded, and then at me. “We kind of – um, borrowed – this movie from Stacy’s house,” she said, holding out a VHS cassette, “and we thought about watching it here. If you don’t mind, of course.”

“Plug it in,” I told her. “We can watch it up here if you like.”

Christine looked at the other two and they silently agreed. She put the tape into the VCR and turned it on. The title came on to the screen – The Camp-Out – and then the credits. The film looked homemade, at best. I realized right away, of course, that the girls had – borrowed – one of Stacy’s father’s porn flicks. This could be interesting, I thought. The story started out with a young woman and her boyfriend at her parent’s house, making out. Things progressed quickly to her boyfriend getting a blow job, and then to the sex. I watched Stacy as the film got hotter; she blushed at first, but then let her hand creep down between her legs. Christine had her own leg up and her hand between her thighs and was stroking along nicely, and Jenny was playing with her own nipples. I sat back on the bed with my head against the pillows and lazily massaged my dick through my boxers. When Stacy looked over and saw what I was doing, and how hard I was getting, she blushed and looked away. But she didn’t look away very long. Her eyes turned back to me and she licked her lips. I slowly pushed my boxers down under my balls, exposing my hard, thick cock to her, and she smiled. I started stroking my shaft and Stacy edged over. She took my cock in her hand, felt how hard I was, and then slowly took it into her mouth. While she sucked me I reached down and massaged her young tits through her t-shirt.

Jenny noticed what we were doing and she nudged Christine. Christine smiled at me and began to take her clothes off. Jenny followed suit, and soon the two of them were completely naked. When Stacy looked up she saw Christine kneeling over my cock, edging in for her turn. Stacy relinquished her position and took her own clothes off. Her pussy was covered in short red hair. I motioned for her to climb on to my face, and when she lowered her pussy down to my lips I found a thick, hard clit waiting for my tongue. I took it into my mouth and sucked it gently. With Christine’s mouth doing circles around my cock head, I licked and sucked Stacy’s knob until she was breathing hard. I slipped my thumb up her cunt from behind and she rode my face and finger until she began to climax.

Just as Stacy jerked and jolted on my face, Christine grabbed hold of my cock, squeezed, and moaned loudly, “Oh, fuck, yes! Yes!” I turned my head (as much as I could) and saw Jenny’s legs splayed out across the bed behind Christine. I figured Jenny was getting her face wet with Christine’s cum right about the same time I was getting Stacy’s. I thought it was about time to do a bit of directing.

“Jenny,” I said, “come up here and lay back on the bed. Christine, I want you to ride her face. Stacy, come down here and kneel between Jenny’s thighs.” When the girls were all in position, I slid up behind Stacy’s ass and slowly started to ease my cock into her cunt. I gently pushed her face down between Jenny’s thighs and guided her to her pussy. “Lick her,” I said, “and get her clit hard. And she loves it when you ram your fingers up her cunt really hard.” Christine looked back at me, smiled, and then closed her eyes as Jenny continued her assault on Christine’s pussy. As I began to rock slowly in and out I could hear lovely slurping and sucking noises coming from the girls. I reached out and massaged Christine’s back lightly. She took my hands and placed them across her breasts. Her nipples were like two small pebbles. I gently rolled them around and pulled them. Meanwhile, I thrust my cock harder and harder into Stacy’s tight young pussy. It only took a few minutes for her to work up to another orgasm. She began to moan first, then louder, until she started shaking and thrusting her ass back against me every time I pushed in. Finally, she yelled out once and climaxed hard and long. I rolled her to her side and slipped up between Jenny’s thighs.

Taking Jenny’s long, lean legs and wrapping them around my hips, I entered her and started fucking her with long, measured strokes. I held her ass cheeks in my hands and pumped her as hard as I could manage. Each time I pumped her twat I heard Christine gasp as Jenny sucked her pussy with renewed effort. I thrust into her tender pussy and reamed her as hard as I had the first time I fucked her. My balls slammed against her ass and I felt her juices beginning to wash down my sac. Then I felt her tighten up, clamp down around my shaft, and I knew she was about to cum. I slid all the way out and slammed my throbbing tool into her again. As she climaxed I ground my cock deep inside her and flexed it causing her to jerk and twist escort bursa with a second orgasm.

I took Christine’s hips and brought them back towards me. “I want you to clean Jenny’s pussy up with your tongue,” I told her, bending her over. I took her sweet little ass in my hands, spread her legs apart, and slowly entered her cunt from behind. It was the first time I’d ever fucked Christine, but I could tell she’d had toys bigger than me inside her before. She took my cock and tightened her pussy muscles around it. It was perfect. My cock slid in and out of her with perfect ease, and each time I drove into her she pushed back against me to take my full length. Jenny, meanwhile, was writhing under Christine’s tongue and came again in mere moments. Without a word, Christine moved over and slipped up between Stacy’s thighs. I kept sliding slowly in and out of her, relishing each sensation. Just as Christine had Stacy moaning she turned her head to me.

“Do me in the ass,” she whispered, “just like you did Susan.”

“It’s going to hurt,” I told her. “The first time always hurts.”

She smiled at me. “I’ve been practicing,” she said, “with a dildo. I can take you.” She eased her hips away, drawing my cock out of her, and lowered her hips until the tip of my cock pressed her anus. “Butt fuck me until you cum,” she said. “I want your cum up my ass. Please.”

I pressed the head of my cock into her anus. She was tight – very tight – but in a moment she relaxed and I found the way in easier. I was so well lubricated from Jenny’s and Christine’s juices that my cock simply slid all the way in. Christine let out a huge groan, arched her back, and pressed back against me. “Oh, shit,” she moaned, “it’s so big. It’s so good. Fuck me hard now, Daddy, fuck me hard.” I began to ease in and out of her ass, but she wanted more. “Slam my ass, Daddy, fuck me really hard.” She dove back between Stacy’s thighs and I started to ream her ass. I took her cheeks in my hands and spread them wide. Jenny came over and began to massage Christine’s clit and fuck hole with her hand. I even felt her fingers slip up inside her cunt as I rammed my tool home time after time.

Christine took Stacy’s thighs and picked them up. She bent Stacy’s legs up over her head, exposing her tender cunt to a direct assault with her tongue. I watched as she tongue fucked her over and over again, diving deep inside and then sucking her exposed clit, and then ramming her tongue back inside again. In between penetrations she would grunt and moan with the rhythm of my motion. My cock ached for release; my balls were so full and ready to explode that I had to slow down.

“No, don’t slow down,” Christine groaned, “give it to me. Fill my ass with your cum. Fuck my ass hard now, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt Jenny’s fingers drive deep into Christine’s cunt and I climaxed deep in her ass. I held my cock inside her for a moment, slipped out, and then drove into her again, releasing another load of cum into her ass. At that moment I felt her ass tighten around me and she climaxed. Stacy, too, yelled loudly and came in her face.

The four of us laid there on my bed for a while, panting and breathing heavily and generally trying to recover. Stacy kept muttering over and over again, “Oh my God, oh my God,” and Jenny just smiled at me. Christine was the first one up. She left the room, and then returned a few minutes later with a pitcher of ice water and glasses. It was appreciated by all.

Sometime during the night I awoke to a hand massaging my chest. When I was able to focus I found Stacy lying next to me. She smiled at me, I smiled back, and then she slowly moved down my body, kissing her way down to my crotch, where she proceeded to suck my dick. She sucked me until I was rock hard – again – and then came back up and straddled my hips. “Fuck me slowly,” she said, “until you’re ready to cum. And then I want to suck you off.” She rode me until she climaxed, and then laid down next to me and took me back into her mouth. She sucked and pumped my cock until I was ready to explode.

“I’m going to cum, Stacy,” I whispered, “I’ve got to let go.”

She began to pump my cock with her hand even harder and sucked the head until I pumped out a thick wad of cum into her mouth. She took it all and went back down on me until I spewed out a second load. Then she slid up my body and kissed me, her salty tongue sharing my load with me. And then she left. She was up and out of my bed just like that.

That was last weekend. Today I got home from work and found Christine and Stacy together in Christine’s room. They were naked, on the bed, in a 69 position. I watched for a few minutes as Christine slowly licked Stacy’s hard clit and tongue-fucked her. Stacy, in return, was sucking Christine’s clit and fucking her with a huge dildo with an anal probe on it. When they saw me they smiled and went back to their sexual activity. Jenny just called to ask if the girls were over here, and I told her they were. She said she was actually looking forward to seeing me, that she’d been sitting at home, masturbating and thinking about having my cock inside her, and that she’d be right over.

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Cal had lived on the slope overlooking the small valley on the east side of Mount Spurr for four years. This year, he saw people for the first time. About mid valley, two young couples seemed to be partially settled. For the first year, Cal had lived in a cave about a hundred yards up the hill from his cabin. The cave had geo thermal vents, housed his survival supplies and generated his power. It was pure luck that he had purchased this large abandoned isolated track from Ormat years ago under his now defunct LLC; Ormat had decided it was not a sufficient geothermal source to develop for Anchorage. When his troubles exploded, he escaped Oregon. All his friends knew how he hated cold weather and told the FBI how he would be in Mexico somewhere.

Even with the newspapers all over the US carrying daily headlines of “CAP” this and “CAP” that, he was still able to convert most of his holdings into cash and gold and then transfer the rest to his son. He was set for life and soon would be even better off.

One rare, beautiful, very still early February morning, he rushed out to quiet his dogs. Sound would carry for miles. They had been disturbed by one of the two snowmobiles burning and exploding at the house in the valley. The other snowmobile, loaded and pulling a sled, sped away with a lone rider heading toward the apparent pass between Cal’s hill and the next hill. Cal just shook his head and knew he had to go look for the driver. That “pass” was nothing but gullies filled with snow that would swallow up a snowmobile and rider.

Even with the temporary wonderful weather, this would not be a fun hike. The snow was deep and powdery; this would be a plodding trek in snowshoes pulling a light sled. No help from the dogs this time.

By mid afternoon, he had found the snowmobile buried nose down in a narrow gully. Tracks of a struggling man dragging a package led away. By seven, Cal found the man, exhausted, busted up some, almost frozen, clutching his treasure. There was nothing Cal could do for the fellow. He died during the night; the well wrapped bag was full of money – lots and lots of money. Millions to go with the millions in gold he had in his cave. Wealth was of little use in the wilderness.

About five a.m., Cal banged on the door of his abandoned valley neighbors. A frightened bespectacled man and two pretty women opened the door. The tallest of the women had bruises on her face, neck and arms. They were not expecting a stranger and were very leery.

“Your friend crashed and was killed trying to go the wrong way toward Anchorage.”

They invited Cal in and had lots of questions, mostly about their friend’s baggage.

“He managed to bury his machine many feet deep in a powder filled crack near the summit. He was struggling along through the deep snow when I found him. He died without even telling me his name. Come spring the authorities will find where I covered him with rocks. They will find his snowmobile, too. If you file a claim, I’m sure, the authorities will return all the stuff he took.”

For a while the three pleaded with Cal to take them to where their friend had crashed but he kept saying “No.” Finally, he added, “You have maybe two more days of good weather. There is nowhere near enough wood and supplies to keep you all alive through bad storms until spring. You had better work around the clock to gather wood and do some hunting.”

The shocked looks were almost laughable. “We weren’t planning on being here that long. We’re not hunters or outdoorsmen.”

“That is pretty obvious. However, you are going to be. Your snowmobile is toast, you are not equipped to walk out and you don’t have time to do that anyway.”

Cal gathered his gear and made ready to leave.

“You are not just going to leave us here are you?”

“I have responsibilities at my home too. You gather wood. After the next storm, I’ll try to bring you some game.” He touched the tall blonde’s face. “What happened to you, Pretty One?”

The other girl spoke up, “Some goodbye punches from her boyfriend.”

“You are such a pretty woman, too bad all of you couldn’t stop the beating.”

The first woman spoke up again, “My brother and I are city people, so is Anna, we were no match for Matt.”

“You have no snowshoes, no vehicle and you are snowed in. Make your heated living space as small as possible and get ready for some bad weather. Next time, I’ll try to get at least one of you to go out with me. I might be able to use a light sled and my dogs. If not, I’ll bring my spare snowshoes.”

“It’s dark, how will you find your way.”

“Sweet Thing, we even have GPS in Alaska.”

From his several miles away, on most days, Cal could see his neighbors had a fire going. They would be hungry but warm.

The break between the storms was short and bitterly cold. Still, as promised, Cal brought a small doe, arriving about ten in the morning. His neighbors were glad to see him but at a loss as what to do with the dead deer.

Gail and Gary were sister and brother. Anna bursa escort was the dead man’s former girlfriend and seemed the most adventurous. Cal strung up the doe, handed Anna his knife and told her how to begin. Her face was as white as the snow and she looked like she was going to throw up.

“Do what you are told or starve when the weather gets bad again.”

Cal worked them for the next fourteen hours. They were exhausted. When he got ready to leave again, Anna spoke up, “Can’t you take us with you this time?”

“I can take one of you. Gary is the strongest, so he should stay to help with the wood, fire and heavy tasks.”

Both Anna and Gail glanced back and forth at each other. The bearded man was very frightening. Cal pulled Anna to him and whispered, “Under this beard and all these clothes, I am a gentle, oral and attentive man. If you come with me, I will expect for us to keep each other warm.”

Anna quickly shared what she had learned with Gail. Both decided to stay and take their chances.

The next storm track lasted eleven days. At the cabin in the valley, snow was over the door. One back window was half clear. About noon, Cal tapped on that window. Never had they been so happy to see anyone. He had a few rabbits, part of an elk and some smoked salmon. He had also shaved. When he stripped down to his tee shirt and pants in the very warm room, Anna and Gail were both surprised to see a handsome, two hundred-pound, six foot one, well muscled civilized looking man who did not smell like the game he brought in.

“I don’t have much time. In the morning, I want to get an early start, there is another storm coming.”

Anna jumped in, “Can I go back with you this time?”

“Same deal as before. Why the change?”

“If one of us had gone back with you last time, another could be going this time.”

“You are starting to think like a person from Alaska, Pretty Lady. Survive first; take care of everything else later. We have about five miles to hike tomorrow. You can ride on the sled some but mostly you will be on snowshoes. Ever use them?”

“No.”

“You are in for a real treat and will be more tired than anytime in your life.”

Gail spoke up, “Anna, I would like to go too.”

Gary chimed in, “Gail, you are my sister, I don’t want you going up to keep the mountain man happy.”

Cal was tired of the games and hypocrisy, “Gary, this mountain man is keeping you all alive. Don’t you realize, up here, like Matt did, I can take what I want? If it gets real cold and you run low on wood, strip naked with your sister, wrap in a plastic tarp and everything else you can find and try to stay alive until I get back. Did those thoughts get your head out of your ass?”

Cal saw an old newspaper that told about a multi-million inside-job bank robbery. The missing bank president’s picture was shown. It was of a smiling Gary.

Cal flung the paper at Gary, “And burn the money instead of freezing.”

Silence hung heavy in the room. “I can see, I’ve worn my welcome out. I had better leave tonight, instead of the morning. Is anyone going with me?”

Anna scrambled to get her things together. Cal quizzed her about every layer she had on and had viewed most of her body by the time, he was satisfied that she was ready to go outside for a few hours. For the start of the trip back, Anna was very warm in the sled, holding the eighty pound dog that had been sleeping buried in the snow outside. Across the flat land and the lightly crusted snow, Cal easily pulled the sled. At the base of the hill, Anna learned to use snowshoes and the dog pulled the almost empty sled.

Anna quickly realized that his line to the hill was a ruse. As soon as they were in the trees, he turned them to the left and angled gently farther up the forested hillside. When finally they got to his cabin, she was surprised that it had electric lights and was warm inside. He settled her into one of the three bedrooms, brought her a late snack and then left her alone for the evening. This man was becoming more and more a mystery for her.

The next morning the below zero outside temperature did not rise. The winds began to pick up and there was no doubt that this was not going to be a storm; it would be a blizzard. Anna marveled how warm the floor stayed and wondered why there were windows only on the front of the house. Cal was happy to answer.

“The floor is thermally heated. Does it make you feel comfortable knowing we are on the side of a volcano? The house is built into the hillside with many feet of dirt on the sides and top and back. There is one extra door. Did you bring your swim suit?”

“Of course not.”

“I’m going to drink wine in the hot tub and watch the storm. Want to join me?”

He stood just a few feet in front of her and began to strip. His muscles were long, defined and tough. His legs were strong; his chest hairy; his dick hung impressively and her eyes followed it as it swung while he folded his clothing and opened the short, thin door. Inside was a small room, bursa escort bayan the ceiling was glass, so were two sides and the snow and storm swirled through the trees. The tub was steaming, well vented and the water was 105 degrees. His wine was a cheap boxed White Zinfandel but he settled in the seat with the perfect view, content to enjoy life for the duration of the blizzard.

“Please join me.”

His smile, his expression, his confidence, his voice, his shaved face all clicked in her mind. Five years ago his face was on every channel for months. Her discovery overwhelmed her judgment.

“You are CAR, Calvin Rogers, from the Portland trial.”

“I won’t divulge your secret, if you keep mine.”

“Why are you hiding, you were a big hero.”

“Lady, I was found guilty of seven counts of murder.”

The story began to come back to her. Cal had been a very successful, wealthy developer and contractor. He had fallen in love with a stripper and saw her every Wednesday. She had a secret ex-con boyfriend who had her set up a robbery at the club where she worked. Her boss was a big drug distributor. The idea had been that her boyfriend would come in, rob the place, rape her on the pool table, so she would be in the clear, and split with his gang of six others, all masquerading as bikers. The problem occurred when love struck Cal went by and saw all the motorcycles. He pretended to be drunk, went in and then flipped out when he saw his lady being raped. His special forces training rushed back. In premeditation, he had brought in a jack handle from the back of his truck. He broke the neck of her boyfriend with it, took the boyfriend’s pistol and killed the six men showing faked gang colors. He had taken a bullet and been cut with a knife during the fracas. The world was on his side but the jury found him guilty. The trial took months and he was out on bail, through most of one appeal. He used the time with the help of his son, to get everything ready to run. The world had almost forgotten him now.

Anna left her panties on, removed her bra from under her t-shirt and slipped into the water with Cal. He had always marveled at the universal female magic trick of taking a bra off from under a shirt.

“What happened to your stripper friend?”

“Don’t know. I’ve never had a lot of luck with women. They see me as an easy mark to use and to pay their bills. Here is your wine, My Lady.”

“Not really great, is it?”

“We’re not in France. After two glasses it taste pretty good and gets better.”

“Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?”

“I had not considered such a thing, but now that you mention it, it is a damn good idea.”

They both laughed. For the next hour and a half, they learned about each other while sitting on the side of the tub every once in a while to cool off.

“Do me a favor, Anna.”

“What’s that?”

“Take off your top and panties, so I can see you.”

She hesitated and her eyes flashed with fear.

“I’m not going to rape you or pressure you. It has been a long time, since I’ve seen a beautiful nude woman.”

“What about what you said down at the other cabin?”

“I didn’t know or care about you then. I was showing off and probably fantasizing about what could be. I’m not the type who could get much enjoyment out of having sex with someone who did not want to be with me also.”

As Cal talked, he openly admired every inch of her. Anna felt like an art object. Slowly she removed her top. Her natural breasts were showing their thirty five years but Cal found them the most beautiful “C’s” he had ever seen. Where her legs parted was only an inch out of the water when she wiggled out of her panties. It had been a couple of months since she had shaved. Her normally bald pussy had half inch long blonde hair slightly lighter than the reddish-blonde shoulder length she sported up top.

She expected him to say something but he reached past her and picked up her panties. He pressed the crotch to his mouth and sucked. His eyes closed for a few moments; she still stood naked in front of him.

“You are beautiful. I can almost imagine how you would taste without all the spa chemicals.”

She sunk down into the water to sit on the bench, not quite knowing how to respond. She was quiet for several minutes. So was he.

“Thank you for the compliment, Kind Sir.”

“You are very welcomed, Fair Lady.”

Anna laughed under her breath. In a high school play, she had played a damsel in distress to be rescued by a white knight. To break the silence she asked, “How old are you?”

“Forty-six; how about you?”

“Thirty-five.”

“Kids? Married? Family? Axe murder conviction?”

Anna laughed, “No. You?”

“You read the stories. Nothing has changed. Still single and stupid.”

“Why do you say “Stupid”?”

“Come here, I’ll show you.”

Very tentatively, Anna slid across the seat to be next to him. He turned to face her; his hands caressed the top of her neck and the escort bursa edge of her jaw. He tilted her head and kissed her sweetly. She was about to respond when he pulled away, licked at her lips and said, “Open your mouth just slightly.”

In the civilized world she would take offense at such an order, but she did as he requested.

His kiss was soft, beautiful and his tongue lapped gently at the inside of her lips. His next order was not up for discussion, “Suck.”

His tongue waited and she sucked it gently at first, then harder and then she licked at it and sucked some more. His breath timed with her inhale and her lungs filled with his life. The sensation settled, sparkling between her legs and she sought to exhale, so he could live on her breath. His lungs pulled every wisp from her. For a second she felt hollow, drained but content that she had given everything to him.

“See? In only moments, your beauty, your body, your pheromones, your sex and the wonderful taste of your mouth have captured me. Now I want you and I want to please you more than you have ever been pleased. I felt that would happen, when I first met you. Now you see why I say I am “Stupid.” There are certain women who take my mind away and leave me little more than the dumbest caveman.”

Anna’s body was struggling for control. Her mind was struggling not to reveal what her body felt. It was the same as Cal had revealed to her. Her pussy was wet and contracted with several of his words. His neck and hair were full of his maleness and she could not breathe. Some slight intelligence spilled from her mouth to save her.

“What did you mean weeks ago when you said you were very oral?”

“The taste of your lips has my mind spinning. If the taste of your pussy is what I think it is, my intelligence would drop to near zero and pleasing you and filling you would be the only important items in my life. Smarter men maintain perspective. Men who are not oral, reason out situations with their women. For me the taste of each progressive inch of your body would drive me into madness.”

“You are exaggerating and teasing me.”

“No I am not. I mean every word. Kiss me, have me kiss your body, feed me your juices and you will truly understand how to make me very stupid.”

The break in the conversation was her chance to seem in control and above this silliness. “I need to cool off again. The water is very hot.”

“Yes, it comes out of the ground even hotter. The long run in the pipes, cools it down and then I have a re-circling pump with a mixing valve that keeps it at 105. If you want, I’ll lower it a couple of degrees for our next tub time.”

She had hauled herself up on the edge again.

“Sit over here. I think you will be more comfortable. This stack of towels is on a bench so you can lean back if you want.”

The edge of the tub was quite rough and the soft towels would be more comfortable on her skin than the Astroturf that was poking at a hundred places in her tender, desirable white ass.

As she relaxed, sipped her wine and watched the snow, she realized that her right foot was resting on Cal’s thigh. Just curiosity pushed her foot higher and she was a little surprised to find an almost hard cock there to welcome her toes. At first she touched its base with her toes; then she slid them to the tip of his cock; it was longer than her foot. It was as wide as her heel and frightened her. Anna pulled her foot back and acted like she had not noticed.

The jets cycled off and Cal turned so he was kneeling between her legs. She started to close them but his interest was in kissing her lips again, so lightly this time that she yearned for more of his touch. Her body leaned farther back, taking her lips away but presenting her breasts. When he kissed around one and licked at her nipple, her hand came up to protect the other but then retreated to enjoy. They were on Alaska blizzard time. There was no hurry. There was no place to go. There would be hours and hours before there would be a break in the storm. Cal had not touched a woman in a while and had every intention of enjoying this beautiful one for a long time. Anna had several lovers but had never had her body worshiped before by lips and hands whose only intent was to please her. He moved her, positioned her and kissed every inch of her neck, shoulders, under her arms, her breasts and her belly. While he licked her belly button, his thumbs opened the lips of her pussy and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She was not surprised or frightened. She knew if she said “Stop,” he would.

Anna’s eyes were closed but she sensed that he had slipped lower and that all of his male senses were filling to the brink with the sight and smell of her. For a moment, she thought he had kissed her but then she wasn’t sure. His lips captured one of the lips that protected her opening and sucked it, released it and then sucked the other. He did the same again but tugged slightly to open her and he inched a finger gently into her, curled it and pressed against a spot that she did not know she had. She wanted to tell him to go faster, be a little more firm and to use his tongue but she thought about the storm and wondered how long she could take his gentle slow tease.

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I sat at the bar watching the people around me. I really liked going with him when he would have to be away on business trips. We enjoy each other so much. I didn’t mind the time I was alone in a strange town while he was off working. We always met up when he was through and we would have time for each other then. We had been at this place before. We knew Ann, the barmaid, so he knew I was not bored.

He was at a “Conversion Workshop” and had just glanced at his watch wanting to see just how much longer he had until he could get to me. We had made plans to meet in the lounge for a drink, have dinner and then find something to do. That never seemed to be a problem for us. “One hour…” he thought to himself.

As Ann and I talked like old buddies, I continued drinking my frozen margarita. Slowly though, I knew how they could slip up on me. Ann’s attention shifted as a woman sat down at the far end of the bar. It was obvious to me that the lady was upset and that Ann knew her.

“Excuse me Shay,” Ann whispered as she walked to the end of the bar. The two of them were in deep conversation for about 15 minutes, then Ann began to walk towards me. She was obviously trying to get her to come join our conversation.

I watched in the mirror as the lady got off the barstool and started in my direction. She was about 5′ 6,” short dark hair and had a nice body. She was attractive even with the proof she had been crying showing in her big eyes.

Ann placed a coaster on the bar and put a drink on it for the lady as she introduced us, “Shay, this is my sister Lisa, Lisa … Shay.”

I looked at Lisa, smiled and asked, ” Nice to meet you Lisa. You OK?”

Lisa took a sip of her drink and replied, ” Yes..or I will be. Nice to meet you Shay. You from around here?”

I told her a little about me and that I was from Texas. The three of us talked for a good while. In doing so, I found out that Lisa was upset with her boyfriend of 6 years. As we talked time seem to go slow. Lisa seemed to be relaxing and enjoying the bashing we were giving her boyfriend. Ann told her she needed to go out with her friends, give herself time to cool down. She offered to let her to stay over at her place. “Get with him tomorrow and see where things stand,” Ann suggested.

I agreed and Lisa seemed to be in agreement too. She would go out with some friends and deal with him the next day.

“Ann…I need another blouse. I left without anything…” Lisa stated.

I thought I could save her some time by just taking her to our room and finding her something to wear. I told her, ” Lisa, I know I have something up in my room that would work, I also have my make-up there if you would like to wash your face and touch up. Please….you can bring it back tomorrow … will save you some time!”

As Lisa and I slid off the barstools, Ann told me she would let him know I was at the room.

With that being said the two of us made it into the lobby and were waiting for an elevator. Lisa was all smiles on the way up and telling me how much she appreciated my help. She said she would be staying over at Ann’s and she would be sure that Ann returned the blouse to me.

Slipping my key card in the door, I was already thinking about a light blue, off the shoulder top I had that would look great. I stepped to the closet and took out three different tops for her. When I turned, she was on the last button of her blouse and was peeling the top off. She was telling me about one of her favorite restaurants and I could hear a slight tremble in her voice. As I stepped up to her, I placed a top against her chest and began to tell her, ” This looks great Lisa, your eyes work it well….Chin up! You are going to have fun!”

Lisa placed her hands over the top I was holding against her ample breast and turned away. She walked to the dressing area and looked at her refection in the mirror. Lisa looked at me and said, ” Shay…he knew before we started seeing each other that I had a friend. A close friend. A female. He was ok with it. Thought it was great. He would watch us at times. I trusted him.”

I saw the tears welling up in her blue eyes so I went to the vanity and got a tissue, I stood to the left of her looking at her in the mirror as she wiped her face.

“He crossed the line didn’t he?” I asked. ” He hit on your lady.”

Lisa could only shake her head acknowledging what I just said was true. ” That happens a lot ya know” she continued. ” Men think they can see their lady with another lady and keep their thoughts where they should be. Keep their hands to themselves. Men look at it different. pendik escort His friends are off limits to his lady…but his ladies friends are theirs to share.”

“Not all,” I said. “There are some that understand the rules.”

Lisa looked at me with a blank stare and asked, ” You play with ladies?”

Just the way she asked, I felt a rush. ” No,” I replied, but I could not seem to take my eyes from her bare shoulders.

Lisa ducked down a little to look me in the eye and asked, ” Ever thought about it? Your eyes are telling me you have.”

My mouth went dry. It was as if all the moisture went south. I caught her quick glance at my cleavage. Then Lisa commented, ” You have a man here Shay?” as she picked up his bottle of Curve and held the bottle to her right shoulder. As she rubbed it back and forth, not only was it leaving his scent on her skin, but causing it to fill the room as well. She then continued as she placed the bottle on the vanity, ” You sure you know what he would do if he saw you with another woman? Would he just watch? Would he please himself or would he come to the women for that? Would he come to you to please him or the other woman?” She went silent and bit her bottom lip.

I couldn’t help but smile…and I could not give her an answer either.

Lisa lowered the top and seem to suck all the air from the room.

I instructed her to put the top on and then I asked, “Wanna find out? You want to help me see what my guy would do? Keep in mind, he knows I have not been with a female before…I would think that would excite him even more. Don’t you think?” I stepped over to the desk and picked up the phone. I pressed *15 for room service. Lisa watched me as I watched her teasing her nipple through her bra.

” Yes…would you please send up a meat and cheese tray, a tray of assorted fresh fruits, whipped cream and…some pudding…make it butterscotch please. Thank you.” After placing the reciever back on the base, I then picked up my cell phone, pressed his programmed key.

“Hey Baby!” he moaned over the phone. ” I am pulling up to the valet parking now.”

I heard the bells go off as he opened the door. I told him I had gone back to the room, he could find me there.

” You OK Shay?” he asked with a serious tone.

I smiled at Lisa and told him I was fine, to please come to the room. I closed my cell phone and placed it on the desk. I then walked to Lisa taking her hand and leading her into the oversized bathroom. We both slipped out of our shoes and I lead her into the glass shower, both with a smile on our faces.

I heard the door open as he was saying to someone, ” I guess we are dining in tonight, thank you.” I could hear the cart so I knew Room Service was taken care of.

I placed my finger over Lisa’s lips to quiet her as I reached to turn on the shower. Then I whispered , ” He has always wanted to see this, let’s see what he’s made of. He will think the shower is going for him. Let’s play.”

I heard him call me as he started into the bathroom, ” Shay Lyn …” He stopped quickly as he saw Lisa and I standing under the spray of water looking at him through the glass.

I had slipped my index finger under her bra strap and Lisa had placed her hand on the front of my tight jeans.

The smile that spread over his face, I will never forget. I knew I felt Lisa’s heart race a little at the sight of him standing there, his left hand on his waist and titling his head smiling. He finally managed to ask, ” Shay Lyn…what are you up to?”

“Say hi to Lisa..and have a seat. I will be with you in a few,” I shouted to him as I reached to undo her bra.

He pulled up the chair from the vanity and sat just outside the bathroom door. He had the best seat in the house. He sat and watched as I, his lady, fulfilled one of his fantasies.

As I slid Lisa’s bra from her shoulders, I could still smell the Curve she had placed there. Leaning into her neck, I began to kiss her shoulders. He could see the nipple on her tit mushroom quickly. Water began to trail off of it like a stream. As Lisa laid her head back, he knew he was in for a good show. He watched as I moved my lips to her chest. He knew what a detailed lover I was. He always knew I could please a woman, he just wondered how I would receive being pleasured by one.

Lisa slid her hands under my top after she quickly untucked it. She started to lift it and brought it over my head exposing my breast being pushed up by my bra. She immediately scooped my right tit from the cup and placed her wet mouth on it. He actually heard my gasp over the running water. escort pendik My bra fell, I spread my legs to steady my self. He watched as Lisa moved over to my hard nipple. She took it inside her mouth. Her sucking was visible as her cheeks began to work in a rhythm that was taking me by complete surprise. My hands slipped down the curve of her wet body. Slipping my hands into the waist of her wet jeans, she sucked her tummy in as I started to the front of them. Removing my right hand to unsnap them, I slipped my left hand down to her trimmed mound.

I had not noticed she was peeling my jeans from me at the same time. I knew that Lisa was getting my attention. My concentration seemed to be going down the drain as she touched me with her mouth in places that only a man had touched.

He watched as Lisa began to suck at the top of my stomach. Lisa began to step on the bottom of her jeans and pulling up causing them to slide down her shapely legs. My inexperience did not seen to phase her.

He could see my hand between her legs, touching her pussy. He was getting excited. The fullness in his slacks was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He unbuckled his belt, un buttoned his slacks and unzipped them. His dick was fully erect. He had to touch himself. As he watched the two in the shower, the water streaming down the glass, he had to stroke it. He was telling himself to go slow as he felt his balls reacting to the excitement. He tried closing his eyes to regain his composure. He could not do it. He had to watch.

Lisa had started a trail with her tongue down my tummy. As she got to my belly bo, I filled my hands with her hair. I turned and looked at him. He knew by the look on my face, this girl was fucking me up. I seen his dick in his hand. It was so hard, the head seemed larger than ever. The veins seems to be pulsing. I saw where his eyes were focused. He was watching Lisa licking and sucking at my little white panties. I could feel her sucking the water from them. When I felt her slip her finger inside the elastic waistband I pulled her hair back and looked down at her.

” Look at him,” I whispered.

Lisa turned and looked seeing his hand holding his thick dick. She gave him a little wink and turn back to me. Taking the fabric of my panties that was over my mound between her teeth, I felt it as she pulled the cameltoe from my wet slit. Slowly she pulled the wet panties from me and I stepped out of them.

I had to laugh as she opened the shower door just enough and tossed my wet panties onto the floor in front of him.

We both laughed as we heard him say in a raspy voice, “I should have known she would have got a sassy one.”

I knew I wanted to take this out of the shower, so I cut the water off. We popped the shower door open and grabbed two fluffy towels and began to dry each other off. Some areas took a little more rubbing than others.

He had moved into the bedroom area. He had removed his clothes quickly and had his boxer briefs on, well tented.

As we came back into the bedroom area wrapped in towels, he was going over the food cart. He was pretending not to notice we were in the room.

Lisa and I had stepped up to the edge of the bed and she pulled me to her. She placed her lips to mine and started to softly tug at them. I felt my clit begin to ache. Wanting to be touched. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and kissed her. Her mouth was sweet.

I smiled to myself thinking there was no stubble. I loved the stubble, but that thought quickly left me as I felt her hands on my ass.

I reached for her hand and turned to the food cart.

He was still there eating and pretending to not watch us. His dick was selling him out though.

I lead Lisa to the cart and picked up a big, red, juicy strawberry. Lisa took one and drug it through the whipped cream. She then placed it between my legs, pulled it through my slit and then placed it to her mouth.

As she ate the strawberry, I followed her lead and placed the strawberry to her slit, then to my mouth. As I bit into the fruit I glanced over to him. He stopped chewing finding it hard to swallow. I then asked Lisa, ” You like butterscotch?”

She assured me she loved it.

I picked up the bowl of butterscotch pudding, winked at him knowing it was his favorite as we walked to the bed. I placed my index and middle finger into the bowl of pudding. I then applied the pudding over her nipples. Peeking it. Making sure it covered the entire areola. I then got more pudding on my fingers and she spread her legs slightly as I smeared the pudding over her wet swollen lips. pendik escort bayan He was watching my hand as my middle finger slipped inside her quickly and back out.

Lisa then applied the pudding to me. Covering my areolas and then covering my pussy. She looked over at him as she put more pudding on my pussy and told him, ” I am a hearty eater.”

He smiled at her and said, ” Now Lisa, I felt that in my balls.”

Smiling, Lisa laid down on the bed. I turned and leaned over her taking my tongue and licking just enough pudding from her to uncover her left nipple, then I moved to the right one. Moving back a little hovering over her, she was able to latch on to my nipple and began to clean the pudding off. A slow lick at a time. He knew how sensitive my nipples were so he was not surprised when I started moaning with every slash she made over them with her tongue.

I had to taste her. I lowered my mouth to her diaphram and started a trail of kisses to her pussy. As I slide down her, I could feel her warm breath getting closer to my wetness.

Placing my hands on her knees, I spread her legs more as I looked up at him. I wanted him to see what I was about to do. My face got a quick change of expression as I felt Lisa’s first lick at my pussy with her tongue. I gasped as he looked at me, my eyes fluttered a little. I held my breath. Lisa was running her tongue up and down my labia. Stopping at times to slip her tongue up in me.

He could see the pleasure on my face.

Lisa placed her hands on my hips to hold me to her as she fucked me with her tongue. As I felt my body being pleased, I watched him as he stroked his dick. I could see the head becoming slick and shiny with his sweet precum.

I slipped my index finger inside Lisa and nodded for him to come to the edge of the bed. As he approached, his dick bobbing in front of him, I knew I wanted him too.

As I was working my finger in and out of Lisa’s wet pussy, I raised my head as to meet his dick. He placed two fingers on this shaft, pressing it down to me. I took just the head in my mouth and began to suck. He was getting suck for suck. He felt everyone I got from Lisa.

I then pulled my mouth from his dick. He was so hard.

Looking up at him standing over me, seeing my pussy in another’s woman’s face, my face between her legs.

I reached for his hand. Taking it, I pulled him down and he got on his knees at the foot of the bed. I then placed his middle finger at Lisa’s opening. He looked at me with a puzzled look. As I pushed his thick finger into Lisa’s pussy I whispered to him, ” We are partners…we share.” I begin to move his finger in and out until he started doing it himself.

Turning his palm upward, I heard Lisa moan from underneath me. I knew his long, thick finger had touched her g-spot.

I pulled up on the hood protecting her clit and he watched as I teased her with the diamond he had enjoyed. Lisa began to cum. Her body was soaring as he and I put her over the edge. He placed another finger to her pussy and brought it to my lips. It was coated with her juices, he slipped it into my mouth. I looked at him as I removed all of her from his finger. I then placed my finger into her wet pussy, removed it and then placed it to his lips. His surprise was all over his face. He began licking Lisa from my finger, never taking his eyes from mine.

Lisa took my clit between her lips and began to suck. I was louder than he had ever heard me. The feeling was so intense it was almost deafening.

He slipped his finger from her and I placed my tongue there, licking her up and down slowly then my ass begin to move up and down as I fucked her tongue. My tongue was going in and out of her as she had another orgasm.

I reached to him taking his dick in my hand. I raised up pulling myself from Lisa, quickly turning my ass to the end of the bed. He loved when I would get on my hands and knees. He quickly placed his arms around me and pulled me up as his thick dick started demanding entrance to my pussy.

Lisa moved forward between my legs and was able to place her tongue against the underside of his dick. That was the only part of his dick that was not inside me. She was stroking it with her toungue every time he entered and withdrew a little from me. I could feel her nose touching my clit and the sounds he was making as he fucked me were wonderful. I felt my body begin to tense up around his dick. I could feel it swelling more. We both began to cum. Lisa was there to taste us both as it came from me.

As we caught our breaths and separated, he and I could not wait for Lisa to leave. Now we wanted some one on one. Before Lisa left she told me it looked like I do knew my man.

I had to reply…” No…I try and include him ONLY when I feel safe about it…just like I just did.”

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You had invited me to come over after work so you could show me those new pretty things you bought at VS’s on your Way home from the bar. The shift had got busy, one crisis after another. I had spent the last four hours putting out fires that my staff just couldn’t deal with.

“Oh shit!” It was already ten o’clock and I told you I would see you by seven. Now there was going to be another hot one to deal with.

I arrived at your apartment by ten thirty and let myself in with the spare key you had given me. I could hear the tv coming from the bedroom, but no lights were on anywhere else.

“Alice, are you awake sweetie?”

There was no response so I went quietly down the hall to your room. There you were curled up on top of the covers with just a short little night on. One hand was at your mouth almost like you were sucking your thumb. Your other hand was wedged between your thighs, hidden inside your panties.

“Oh precious , I’ so sorry I’m late.” but you didn’t seem to respond.

As I was about to leave a soft moan escaped your illegal bahis lips as I saw you squeeze your thighs around your hand. Looking closer I realized that in your hand was your favorite toy, buried deep between your sweet young lips.

“Poor Lil, I have left you alone again.” I approach the bed and caress your hair gently so as not to disturb you. You look so angelic; I cannot resist and get down on the bed with you the smell of baby powder and your own sweet fragrance stirring the passion in me.

I remove my clothes and spoon up behind you. Your petite frame nestled up against me; I lightly kiss the back of your neck and I think I feel you take in a deep breath. The downy hair on the back of your neck bristles as I blow across it.

Below I can feel my cock rising, pulsing up along the crack of your ass. You are so warm, so hot, yet so quiet and calm.

I reach around and gently remove your hand, your toy from between your thighs and gently roll your panties down. They are quiet wet from your previous play without me. I hold them to illegal bahis siteleri my nose and inhale the musky aroma of your woman hood.

I take a finger and gently rub it around that sweet little bud of yours. A low moan escapes from your lips, yet there is no sign of you wakening. I nuzzle the back of your ear and softly whisper ‘Lil Alice, lil Alice.”

“Hmm” and nothing more.

So my left forefinger is gently dancing over your clit while my right thumb is tracing a line down your ass, between your thighs and up between your sweet young lips. Yes how wet you are becoming. So your hips now start rocking to the rhythm of my fingers, pushing back into my groin, my cock up along the crevice between your cheeks.

I pull back away to adjust myself lower grasping my prick and parting the lips of your pussy so now the head lies on your clit. I stroke your clit with my cock and your gyrate your pelvis to match my motions. With my free hands I spread your lips and glide my shaft along your slit, first up to your clit and then down toward your canlı bahis siteleri ass, it getting ever so moist.

I take the head and now place it in your cunt, just a little, my Lil. I love it right there you are so tight, clinging to the end of my dick.

You try to buck back, to take it all in, but not yet my dear. You have to be patient. I remove it and again stroke your pussy, your ass. Maybe I will go there first, but no that would probably wake you, if you are not yet awake.

I have my palm, covering your clit, my fingers spreading your lips. Now, from behind, I thrust, burying my cock deep in your cunt, holding you against me with my hand on your mons. You gasp, you moan and I thrust again and again and you are meeting me thrust for thrust.

Sweet little squeaks emit from your throat at every thrust and I know it won’t be long for you. The squeaks become more guttural emanating from deep inside, where the passion is building. Pounding hard, I frantically rub your clitoris as I feel your vagina spasm around my penis as you reach your peak. Two more deep strokes to the hilt and I am done.

“Good morning Lil. Sleep well”

“I did, but I woke up kind of sore this morning, and I don’t know why?”

“Poor baby. Come to daddy and he’ll kiss it and make it better!”

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Tommy’s my name and I believe I’m a typical, sexually frustrated eighteen-year-old. I live at home with my parents and sister, Jennifer. I get along fine with my parents but, until very recently, not so well with Jennifer. She’s studying at a college close to our home. She has plans to go away very soon to an out of state university which, at the moment, suits me just fine.

Jennifer walks with a very superior ‘older sister’ attitude and rarely speaks to me. When she does it’s in a tone that is harsh or demeaning.

She has many friends, both male and female, which infers that she is a pleasant, friendly, outward going person. Her stunning breasts, beautifully tanned Baywatch babe figure, long, silken blonde hair, all demand and receive attention.

I don’t know when we adopted a ‘bad vibes’ attitude to one another.

She recently found my hidden hoard of Playboy magazines, showing them to my parents who, surprisingly, stunned us both by telling Jennifer that her ‘tales out of school’ would land her in trouble. But it was more the embarrassment that got to me.

Once again the power she had, to ‘tell on me’, was used to effect and again it made me feel embarrassed. I don’t know which she enjoyed most, knowing that she had the power or using it at every opportunity.

My parents finally went out by the swimming pool. She walked past the kitchen on her way to her room, sniggering, “What’s wrong, Tommy? Can’t jerk off anymore? Are you the only male virgin? Got any hot dates this weekend?”

Her bitter sarcasm cut deep and she knew it. She also knew that I’d been unsuccessful all year trying to get a date with a girl; any girl. For some reason I always told my sister what was going on in my life. I couldn’t understand why I did this. I knew I would never receive a sympathetic ear, yet I continued to tell her my innermost secrets; so strange.

Giggling, she walked upstairs as I sat at the kitchen table, more and more depressed at my situation.

I thought I had average good looks. I stood about five feet seven inches and weighed one hundred and forty-five pounds. My build isn’t impressive, it’s pretty average. I’d begun to work out in our garage, with a range of dad’s weights, in a vain attempt to attract the girls. The one thing I knew I had in my favour was my personality. I was great. Except when I was around girls, then I just couldn’t speak more than a few words to them. I grew more depressed.

“Mister Average, meet Mister Shy,” I said, out loud to myself.

My day dreaming was interrupted by two of Jennifer’s girlfriends ringing the front doorbell. I let them in, telling them where she was and they hurried upstairs to see her. My cock stiffening, watching them ascend. Their scent and lithe figures clothed in short mini skirts making me so horny. My cock ached for something other than my right hand.

Jennifer came down with her friends and went out the back door, all three of them giggling incessantly. I guessed Jennifer had told them about the ‘Playboy episode.’ They got into Jennifer’s car and sped away to one of her campus parties.

Yes, Jennifer had it all, a nice car, a great social life, a steady boyfriend and a good job.

She worked at a men’s clothing store at the mall, earning wages plus commission. With her great looks and high self esteem, she easily sold clothes to most of the middle aged men who walked into the store. She also enjoyed the company of her rich boyfriend, Dan, who was twenty two and who also treated me like a little boy.

‘It’s not fair,’ I thought to myself.

I drifted outside trying to shake off my blues and think of something else. Passing by dad’s car I saw his camcorder lying on the back seat. I opened the car door and took it out. It was one of those new, small, lightweight types that can be held in just one hand. I had used it a couple of times before to film Jennifer and her friends, getting a tan lying beside the pool.

I got on my mountain bike and rode around filming my neighbourhood.

I came to Jennifer’s college, passing close to her sorority house. Curious as to what she may be up to, I got off my bike and hid behind the tall hedge that surrounded the house on three sides. Loud rock music came from the back entrance and I made my way silently towards it. A group of a dozen or so girls in their late teens or early twenties were outside the back door drinking beer, laughing and joking. I recognised my sister as one of the girls.

Jennifer held a beer in her hand.

‘Roll film,’ I thought to myself. Now I could exact some revenge for what she had done to me. When I showed this tape to my parents they’d yell at her for hours about the evils of teenage alcohol. They might even take away her car keys.

I zoomed in for an even closer angle as she tilted her head back, turning up the beer bottle and drinking thirstily. I continued to film for about ten minutes when she turned, left the group and walked güvenilir bahis over towards her car with another full bottle of beer in her hand.

The car engine leapt into life. She cranked up the music volume from the CD player and took off by herself, shaking her golden tresses in time to the beat.

‘Drinking AND driving,’ I thought to myself, filming until she disappeared from sight.

I jumped on my bike taking a short cut home. I couldn’t wait to show this to my parents and get Jennifer, ‘The Queen’ into some serious trouble.

As I rounded the dry lake, near home, I heard the music then I heard the car and saw Jennifer, speeding towards me. I quickly hid behind some shrubbery and filmed. She was flying. This was a residential suburb and she was definitely over the speed limit.

I raised the camera and filmed.

‘Man, is she gonna be in big trouble.’

Then I heard another noise, a small child ran out into the street chasing a puppy dog. I watched in horror as my half drunk sister slammed on her brakes just a little too late, screeching to a stop. She missed the puppy but hit the child a glancing blow that threw him away from the car.

She, immediately realised what she’d done, panicked and sped away, turning a corner she was gone, all this occurring within seconds. Meanwhile, the small boy on the ground was screaming and crying while holding his leg. Then a man yelled out and ran over to where the child lay kneeling by his side. I recognized him as Mr Henderson, a lawyer who lived across from us by the dry lake. That’s when I realised the boy was David Henderson, his son. A wailing siren in the distance indicated the arrival of an ambulance that soon took David to hospital. I rode home, unseen by anyone and with the whole graphic episode on film.

I went straight to my room and lay on my bed; the afternoon’s incredible events rushing around in my head. I tried to put everything into perspective. My sister had committed a felony. A hit and run, whilst under the influence of alcohol and I had the evidence on video tape. I had the power to send her to prison for a long time. It would serve her right, for all the trouble she had caused me. I played the tape again, made some copies, hid them then went to bed.

******

The next day, news of the hit and run was all over town. It seemed no one had seen the accident except David, who was in the hospital with a broken leg and severe bruising. All he could remember was a black car. That was all. He couldn’t describe the car or the driver. The police were investigating but it didn’t look good unless some new evidence came to light.

Once I got home from school, I knew Jennifer had washed and waxed her car, it was spotless. There wasn’t a mark on the front rubber bumper that had hit David.

‘So, she’s covered up the evidence,’ I thought, ‘well, little does she know.’

I went to my room, knowing Jennifer was alone in her bedroom.

I called out to her, “Jennifer could you please come here a moment.”

She came in looking depressed and asked what I wanted. I shut the door behind her, turned on the VCR and played the tape. Immediately after the car accident Jennifer jumped up and switched it off, demanding to know where I had got the tape. I explained the whole story and also how I had made several other copies, secretly hidden away. I told her she could have that tape. Silently, she sat on the edge of my bed, grim faced. My face beamed. Revenge can be so sweet.

“I’m about to go to the mall, will you please clean my room and since you’re such a smart college girl, do my homework for me as well,” I said handing her my homework list and pointing to the textbooks on the desk.

“Oh, by the way,” I said, “can you loan me twenty five dollars?”

Dazed, she delved into her jeans pocket, eventually pulling out some notes and handing them to me.

I was half way down the stairs when I heard her shout after me, “If you think I’m gonna be your damn maid the rest of my life and give you my money all the time, think again, buddy.” I laughed and walked out of the house, got on my bike and whistled all the way to the mall. Life wasn’t so bad after all.

Walking around the mall, I occasionally giggled uncontrollably at my achievements.

I knew she’d be searching everywhere for the other tapes but she’d never find them. All were very well hidden.

I noticed Sally Benson walking nearby. Feeling very confident I walked up to her and we started chatting. She’s a cute blonde girl who I had known at school and whether it was due to my new found power over my sister that gave me added confidence, I don’t know but she responded well to my presence. So, I asked her to go with me to see a movie. To my delight she agreed and we walked hand in hand through the mall to the movie theater.

Halfway through the movie she snuggled in closer to me. I had my left arm around her shoulders and allowed my hand to türkçe bahis loosely, drop down onto her left breast. I cupped her well rounded breast. It felt wonderfully warm under the light cotton blouse she wore. I gently caressed its shape as her nipple sprang to life, my finger and thumb delicately tweaked her aroused nipple. Her bra felt tight and lacy against her flesh. My heart thumping loudly in my chest, then she twisted in her seat and her left hand slapped my face, stinging my ego more than anything else. She got up and without a word left the theater, leaving me to think about what might have been. I could not leave without showing my enormous erection that managed to stay with me for some considerable time.

‘Damn, damn, damn,’ I thought, watching the movie to its conclusion and in the dark I went straight home. After the usual evening pleasantries with my parents I went upstairs to bed. I opened the door to my room expecting the usual mess.

It was immaculate.

Everywhere was neat and tidy. My homework textbooks were on the desk in a neat pile, all completed. This was great. I tip toed to Jennifer’s room to say my thanks. I entered her room and shut the door. With the drapes pulled across the room was shrouded in darkness except for the moonlight at the top where they joined.

Her room always remained in a constant state of neatness and order, like a mirror to her life. She lay on her bed, sound asleep. I stared at her for a while. Asleep, she was beautiful. Perfect. Her breasts, so full, round but firm. I’d always noticed her breasts. I always notice any girl’s breasts but Jennifer’s were outstanding. I sat on the bed next to her and put my hand on her arm that lay on the top sheet. Her smooth skin; so soft, so cool in the evening air. Hair, light, delicate blonde, tickled my fingers.

I gingerly eased back the top sheet, feeling a warm rush go through me, my cock stirred. I circled her breast with my index finger. A lump entered my throat as I became aroused at what I was doing. Leaning forward I kissed her once on the cheek, then full on the lips. I let my tongue run over her soft, full lips. As I enjoyed the sweet, saltiness of her lips, she stirred. Her blue eyes flew open.

“Tommy, what the hell are you doing in here?” she hissed, sitting bolt upright.

I told her I just wanted to thank her for cleaning my room and doing my homework. For some unknown reason I related the events that evening with Sally at the movie theater. She laughed at my misfortune.

“Shut-up,” I said, angrily, “all I wanted was to feel her breasts.”

I gazed longingly at the swell of her breasts in the thin moonlight.

“Tommy,” she said, her voice quivering, “go to bed.” Mesmerised, frustrated, I kept staring at those glorious, heaving mounds covered only by a thin, silk nightgown. With a mind of its own my hand suddenly reached forward to touch one, she caught my hand. A sneer washed over my face.

Forcefully I spoke to her, “Remember… Jennifer.” Two words spoken by me, yet, heard from a great distance, as though someone else had said them.

In the moonlight I heard a frustrated sigh, she released her grip. I tentatively placed one hand on her left breast, caressing its silken structure. First my palm, then the back of my hand moved across and underneath the warm, sensual, unresisting orb. Oh, the warm ecstasy of those breasts. I climbed onto her bed and straddled her legs. She sat back, resting up against the pillows. She gasped as I tore her nightgown, ripping it, pulling it away from her lightly tanned flesh. Panic tightened her chest, uplifting her charms.

At last, before me lay the two most luscious, juicy, firm breasts anyone could lust after. They looked as good as or even better than any portrayed in ‘Playboy.’ I tore my gaze from their beauty and looked at her. Her pleading eyes, begging me to stop, were tinged with fear and anxiety.

If I had wanted too I could not stopped.

I caressed her breasts for a very long time.

The feel of her breast skin texture, size and weight captivated my attention. My mouth sucked gratefully. My tongue worried her delightfully long, hard nipples. My fingers and teeth flexed them to full rigidity. Her areola ridged, splayed wide, then fashioned like a spider’s web, clung around her wet nipples. Her breath rasped in her throat.

“Stop, Tommy. Stop it, now. Please… Oh god… Yes… Tommy. Noooo…” She moaned incessantly.

My hard cock throbbed.

Reaching over I picked up an open jar of hand lotion from her night stand.

Gruffly I said, “Get naked sis.” She appeared to hesitate slightly, then, surprisingly quickly, she did as I ordered.

Did I detect a glint in her eye. Her torn night shift slid to the floor, her white, delicate, cotton thong followed. She was naked.

She sat with arms by her side and her back to the cold headboard, waiting, wondering. Her apprehension was accentuated by the güvenilir bahis siteleri quick rise and fall of her bare, wet chest.

Standing, I rapidly pulled off my t-shirt, shorts and briefs and poured some of the cool lotion into my hand. I replaced the bottle then rubbed my hands together. I moved onto the bed, straddling her legs, my fingers once more massaging her aroused, ultra sensitive nipples. Closing her eyes she arched her head back and moaned low in her throat.

Continuing to caress those aching nipples for what seemed an eternity my hands moved down onto her flat stomach, down to circle her shaven pussy lips. I dipped my fingers once more into the cool lotion. With one finger I began gently caressing her outer labia moving across them, slowly, inexorably towards her clitoris. It bloomed from beneath its silken hood. I touched it. She gasped. Arching her tense back her hips rose up to meet my touch. I moved my finger down her lips and thrust two fingers into her pinkness.

Jennifer murmured half-heartedly, “Aghhh! Tommy, nooo. Tommy, nooo.” She reached out to hold my slippery wrist. I whispered, harshly, “Shut up, or the whole town will know the truth.” She released her grip on my wrist.

My fingers came out from her vagina hot and wet, extremely wet. I realised that I didn’t need the hand lotion anymore.

I thrust them back inside her. She writhed again as my slick thumb brushed her clit. Her eyes clenched tightly shut as she continued to writhe and moan deep within her throat.

It was then it struck me. My power over her had changed. This was a different power, a sexual power. All it had taken to reach out and wield this new power was a kind of… passion? Perhaps it was love; a buried love that had surfaced at last? Or was it just outright wanton lust?

I tried a different approach. I lay on my tummy with my face pressed against her pussy and thrust my long, rigid tongue into her wet pussy while massaging her clit with my sticky fingers, wet from her juices. Her body bucked upward and open mouthed she moaned, loudly.

“Shush, sis, you’ll wake the neighbours,” I said, stopping what I was doing, my mouth and tongue coated with her sweet, young nectar.

God, she tasted wonderful.

“Don’t stop, Tommy. Please don’t stop now… I’m on the edge,” she rasped.

Burying my face in her crotch, frenziedly licking her engorged nub, I plunged two fingers up inside her slick cunt, in and out, in and out furiously building a steady rhythm.

“Aghhh… Aghhh… Aghhh… Aghhhhhh,” she squealed in delight,” yes… yes… yes, I’m cumming… oh, god, I’m cumming.”

She writhed on my face. Her warm juices payment for my control I had over her young body. I was in seventh heaven, realising that I was the one who gave her an orgasm. Me. Inexperienced me But no more. I had suddenly become ‘experienced.’ Her sexual sounds were boosting my ego and giving me the confidence to continue.

Once her orgasm had subsided I gave her no respite but told her to kneel on the floor facing the bed. I sat on the edge facing her. My throbbing cock, inches from her face.

“Suck it sis. Make a good job of it. If you don’t do a good job you’ll be sorry, now suck,” I commanded.

She didn’t need any second bidding but took all of my swollen cock into her hot, tight, wet mouth furiously bobbing her head up and down. Her breasts erotically slapped against my legs. Reaching down I grazed the palm of my hand on the hard bullets that were her nipples. My cock felt the vibration from her throat as she moaned long and deep.

She worked my hard cock with her tongue, cupping her hand around my swollen lubricated shaft she jacked it then pushed it back into the embrace of her warm mouth, grasping the base of my cock with one hand ever spiralling up towards her mouth. With her other hand she gently fondled my balls. Oh, it felt electrifyingly good. She was good, much too good. I felt myself about to explode I stopped her and told her to get back on the bed.

She lay with her long legs open, waiting for me. I got on top of her, my cock nudging against her pussy lips. She smiled warmly, reaching down she parted her slick pussy lips and pushed her young body upwards to meet my downward thrust. She was giving herself to me, willingly, knowing the consequences but allowing my body to become part of her. I loved her for that and rode her slowly, tantalizing her flesh. To my delight she arched up her breasts for me to suck greedily, nibbling endearingly on her long teats. While one breast was in my mouth she caressed, tweaked and twisted the other nipple.

She rose up to meet my thrusts as my urgency sped towards a huge climax.

“Fuck me, Tommy, Fuck me hard little brother, harder, harder. Yessss,” she gasped into the soft moonlight.

I came in one big rush that spurted deep within her, it went on and on, until I lay, exhausted, beside her lightly sheened body. I looked into her eyes and saw a different girl. She held me close as we drifted into a deep, contented sleep, both realising that we now, truly, belonged to each other.

It was how mom found us the following morning.

Continued…

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Dear Jenna.

I received this diary entry in my mail today; I am not to sure from whom. I would have normally never read such a personal letter, until I seen Carl’s and my name in it. But, it was the hottest letter Carl or I had ever read so we decided to show you, what would probably happen if it were (and I wish it were) true.

Carl and I lay there cuddling, whispering how much we loved each other and how fucking hot that was. Pulling me closer, he started caressing my ass, while running his tongue over my lips. The tingling that only he can do started in my loins. He was kissing and nibbling down my neck, I bent my head and sucked one of his hard nips into my mouth. Flicking it with the tip of my tongue, I caressed the other as they hardened. Biting and nibbling it gently, they hardened even more in mouth. Playfully nipping hard, I giggled as he jumped. “You will have to pay for that,” he growled, smiling. “Yeah, What cha gunna do to me?” I teased. He pulled me halfway güvenilir bahis a crossed him, while I squirmed to get away, laughing.

He ran his finger down my back and into my crack, dipping his finger inside my still wet cunt, I gasped. Sending tremors of excitement through me! Pumping his finger in and out of my wetness, I told him I wanted to taste you and him together. Getting up on my hands and knees, he kept diddling me with his finger as I swirled circles on the tip of his hard cock with my tongue. God, you two tasted so good together as I deep throated him so I could get it all, he was moaning loudly. I felt him pulling his finger out of me and tried to protest but it’s hard to talk with that much meat in your mouth. As I sucked his rock hard cock, he pulled his hand back and swatted my butt.

Didn’t hurt but it surprised me as I yelped. He held my head down on his massive member and swatted again. “I told ya that you would have to pay,” he said chuckling. We had türkçe bahis read about men and women swatting each other and thought it was pretty hot I could not believe how good, him swatting me felt, I felt tremors run up and down me with every swat. With each swat, it sort of stung but not enough to make him stop, more of an electrical tingle!

I was getting so wet from him swatting my bare butt that I was whimpering around his tasty tool. “Damn!” I thought, “About three more swats and I’m gunna explode.” He must of known that because he pulled my mouth off his cock so fast, it made a popping sound. He pulled me to his mouth as he licked and kissed my pink tingling bottom with tenderness only a man in love could have for his smoldering wife. Much like you would lick an ice cream cone, quick and thoroughly. The feeling of him tickling my ass with his tongue was just too much. I turned around and straddled him and slid him inside my trembling cunny.

Both of us, moaning from güvenilir bahis siteleri the pure intensity, of him pounding my pussy so hard. Bouncing up and down on him so hard that my breasts were shaking. I looked down into my husbands eyes, I could see how much he wanted me, needed me! “You look so fucking sexy baby,” he whispered. Hollering loud, from the power only he had on me, I started to cum all over his swollen shaft, I could feel him shaking as he yelled he was cumming too and we both rode wave after wave into orgasmic heaven.

Lying on top of him trying to get our breath back, he was holding me tight. Then I noticed that you and John were done with your shower and standing there watching us. Carl and I started laughing as we got up off the floor. “Well we had to do Something, while you were in the shower!” I said laughing, pulling Carl towards the shower. “Hey, while we take a shower, order a pizza, Okay?” I said over my shoulder still laughing.

“I hope this is what you were thinking of Jenna? Let me know okay? I have also noticed how hot you are and wondered what you tasted like? Maybe one day I’ll have your hot cum on my tongue, then and only then we’ll our dreams be met.” Love Carrie

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