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As I enter my middle forties, I’ve started to reminisce about my exes. In particular, my girlfriends who loved to suck my cock and swallow my cum. Raquel was one of these. I was in my late 20’s, living in NYC, she was in her early 20’s, in college.

I remember visiting her out on Long Island, way out in East Hampton, and we’d take these getaway car rides where we could be alone and away from her family. One night we pulled into a parking lot by the beach where there were a lot of other cars, and we both ended up in the back seat kissing. Things were pretty steamy, but even so, I remember being surprised when all of a sudden she was on the floor between my legs, tugging my belt open and unzipping my fly.

Wow! I thought, this is really happening- she’s going to go down on me in the back seat of the car. It was the first time this had ever happened. I remember wanting to savor it, too, so I tried to get her to go slowly, which she hadn’t ever done. “Take your time…” I kept repeating to her as her lips enveloped my cock, and I relaxed back into the chair and tried to make it last as long as I could.

I wanted her to be more patient, to take breaks where she’d take my penis out of her mouth for a while so I could re-experience just how awesome it was when she took it back in her mouth. But it was hard to tell her this, so I remember just letting her blow me until I came, which didn’t take too long, considering how turned on I was. I remember how awesome it felt to have someone keep sucking as I shot load after load into her mouth. She always drank it all bursa escort down.

Another visit to Long Island, and I fucked the shit out of her in the backseat of a car. Probably one of the best fucks I had given to anyone, ever. She was actually crying afterwards because she said it was so good. (Though she was kind of a drama queen)

I was a man possessed, and I actually seriously skinned my knees because the way that I was getting good thrusts in required my knees to rub against the floor a certain way. I remember that my boner was strong but not going to cause me to come too quickly, and I really took to heart the process of teasing her pussy with the tip of my cock before sinking it deeply in her.

I did this over and over again, positioning at the entrance of her vagina and holding it there while she begged for my full length, and then driving it deep, deep into her, sometimes giving her five or six thrusts before pulling back out and repeating the process, and all the while kissing her lips, neck and ears.

The windows of that car got seriously steamed because it was winter time and about 5 degrees outside and the heater was blasting. I’m sure if anyone saw the car from the outside it was bouncing up and down, too, from all the energy I was putting into my thrusts.

At a certain point, I took pity on both of us and got into a good rhythm so that I could come. She was one of the few girlfriends I had where we both would come together during sex. She was pretty vocal; she’d really let loose and holler right when she was having an orgasm bursa escort bayan and I remember thinking that it was pretty hot, but also that my roommates (when she was visiting me) could also hear it. Maybe they got turned on and jacked off to it, who knows..

We had some great sex in New Orleans. I stayed with her while my jazz band was down there on tour and I was pretty wrapped up in organizing the tour and making sure everything went o.k., so I didn’t have a lot of time to devote to her, and we were just getting our sexual feelers together anyway, having not really spent a ton of time together.

When the rest of the band finally left and I had a few days with her to myself, we really went to town on each other. I remember the feeling of having had some practice and finally having a good fuck with her in her apartment which was in the Garden District. One of those sessions where I pulled her leg up and honed in on the center of her, just really laid my cock into her a bunch. She was really happy about that, and she told me later that she told her friends: “I just got laid!”

We smoked a lot of pot and had a lot of sex, and she sucked a lot of my cock. I remember one of her dick sucking session when we were both incredibly stoned and her air conditioning was really cranked, and I was completely naked with my boner pointing upwards but shivering with pleasure and cold while she sucked and sucked and sucked my cock, all without any use of her hands, just bobbing her head up and down and side to side. Due to all the sex and blowjobs I had built escort bursa up endurance, so she really had to work to bring out my load, but as always, she swallowed it every time.

Our final time together the sparks weren’t really flying, but she still blew me a couple of times. I was getting annoyed at the fact that she talked too much, and wasn’t really enjoying hanging out with her that much, but she invited me out to long island, as her parents were away.

I showed up at her doorstep and the first thing she did after inviting me up to their room was push me down on their bed, unzip my pants, pull down my underpants and start sucking my cock. Nice! I didn’t stop her, of course. What a nice way to begin the weekend. After sucking me off, she wiped her lips and said “I’ve been looking forward to that”. It’s nice when a girl likes your cock.

However, the rest of the weekend wasn’t as fun as that. We tried fucking in the hot tub but I wasn’t that turned on and it was a bust. In fact, I think I couldn’t wait to get out of there, as I had just met another girl in NYC that I was thinking about. We went to some farmer’s markets to kill time until my train came, and then I thought: “Well, what about another blow job before I go?”

I think I let her know by some touches and suggestions, and we drove hurriedly to the same parking lot that she blew me in on that very first night. It was broad daylight, but we both hopped into the backseat, I unzipped and pulled down my pants, and she leaned over and started sucking. I had a train to catch, so I didn’t try to make it last too long, just enjoyed it and basically used her mouth as a receptacle for my semen. Pretty cold, I know- but I was done with her. That was probably the last we saw of each other, though we’re still friends on Facebook.

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I knew I was in trouble when I entered the hotel room and the stench of sewerage hit me like a wave. A swift inspection found the source; ruptured plumbing that had spilled down from above my room, primarily into my closet. All my suits for the week-long business trip were ruined.

They relocated me, with apologies. They paid for my new clothes, with apologies. In a final act of kindness, they offered me three nights at any of their locations inside the US. I accepted their apologies, and the free nights.

Now it was time to do some planning. A long weekend sounded marvelous, especially when a major expense was taken care of. I loved Vail, Colorado and put it at the top of my wish list, especially when I confirmed the hotel in question had a resort there.

The hardest part, perhaps, was finding a traveling partner. As a fifty one year old divorced man, I didn’t exactly have an assortment of women to choose from. Oh, sure. I had THAT wish list, too, but I wasn’t sure if Jennifer Aniston was available. So I went to my backup list.

Once I got home I considered calling the first woman I had in mind, a former secretary who always seemed more than willing to do anything to stay in my good graces. But before I could, I got a call from a woman I didn’t expect to hear from.

“Hi, Dad. It’s me,” the young female voice said.

“Hi, Kristin. What do you need?”

“What makes you think I need something just because I’m calling,” she said. “Maybe I just wanted to say ‘hi.'”

I knew she was faking her sincerity. “And maybe I’ll hit the Mega Millions lottery this week.”

“Do you buy tickets?”

“No.”

“Then probably not,” she assured me. “Hey, can you do me a favor and…”

“I told you,” I interrupted.

“Shut up. Can you do me a favor and take me to work on Friday while they work on my car?”

“Sure. What’s wrong with your car?” I asked.

“I don’t know. They named a part I never heard of. Luckily I had one of my favorite sweaters on and I think I’ll get a break on the cost,” she said with obvious glee.

“Kristin, you need to start wearing a bra with your sweaters.”

“But it comes in so handy sometimes,” she whimpered like a child.

“What time on Friday?”

“Seven. Thanks, Dad. I owe you.”

Kristin was my youngest daughter. She had just graduated from college in December and had moved into an apartment in the same town as me. She was twenty one, ten years younger than her sister, and spoiled rotten. Unfortunately, she had the brains to use that to her advantage and my disadvantage. On top of that, she was absolutely gorgeous, like her mother. But at least she wasn’t an alcoholic, like her mother, so I was very optimistic about Kristin’s future. I liked her, a lot.

But it wasn’t until later in the day that a thought struck me. Why risk being turned down by every woman in town on my vacation invitation? Why not ask Kristin to join me? We really did need to reconnect away from home and I could stand to go an entire weekend without sex. God knows it was becoming rare to have sex anyway. This would be good for both of us.

On Friday morning I performed my fatherly duties and drove her to work.

“Vail?! Are you kidding me? Of course I’ll spend a weekend in Vail with you,” Kristin exclaimed when I asked her.

“What are the chances of me ever seeing you once we arrive?” I asked.

“Oh, Dad. I’m not the slut you apparently make me out to be. We’ll have fun.”

“I didn’t mean it that way, hon. But a single girl, with your looks, in Vail…”

“And I’m not packing a single bra,” she said with a smile.

I just rolled my eyes.

###

The reservations were made and Kristin cleared her calendar. I wondered how she perceived the whole thing. Was she dreading spending three days with her Dad, but would put up with me in order to spend three days in Vail? Was she planning on making this a three day shopping spree, which almost certainly would end up involving my credit card? Did she envision three nights of wild sex with men she didn’t know?

I started thinking about how little I really knew her. Kristin was secretive when it came to details of her private life. She dated constantly, but never attached herself to any one guy. I knew very little about her favorite hobbies, or favorite foods. The weekend with her would prove to be either extremely enlightening or it would just add to the mystery around her.

The day finally came and the flight to Denver was bumpy but worth it. The sun was shining brightly on a frigid day as we pulled out of the car rental area and headed west on Route 70. We’d taken two family vacations through the area when the kids were younger and I was surprised at how much Kristin remembered. She laughed when I told her my memory of it was of her whining the entire time.

“I still do,” she told me. “It works with you every time.”

“Maybe I’m easy. I’ll see if I can go the entire weekend without giving in to you once,” I replied.

“Wanna put money bursa escort on it?”

“No way,” I said firmly.

We approached Vail with the same sense of awe that I always felt in the Rockies. The mountains, with snow everywhere, were fabulous. The trees looked artificial and the lodges, resorts, and luxury homes seemed right out of a greeting card. We found our destination and I prepared myself for the suspected hassle with the front desk staff.

Instead, everything went smoothly and Kristin and I pulled our bags into the elevator. At the appropriate floor, we weaved down a curvy hallway until finding the room. A swipe of the key card let us in.

“Oh my God! This is awesome!” Kristin gasped.

She spent the next minute or two exploring the three-room mini-suite. Like any woman, she even had to check out the bathroom and closets.

“I may not leave this room,” she said when the inspection was over. “And look at that view!”

She scrambled to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. In front of her were a multitude of ski slopes and mountainous vistas.

“Well, we may not use the balcony much, but it IS a neat view,” I admitted.

“You brought your camera, right?” she asked.

“Of course.”

I prided myself with some decent photographic skills that I knew I could put to use in Vail. Without even leaving the room, I would have some great shots.

“Alright. What’s on the agenda?” Kristin wanted to know.

“Unpacking. Then food.”

“Good.”

Kristin was already lifting her suitcase onto one of the two large beds in the suite’s bedroom and I wasn’t sure if the ‘good’ was for unpacking or food. I took the other bed and we worked side-by-side figuring out closet and dresser space.

During the process, I became aware of the fact that Kristin looked so much like her mother physically that I nearly reached out and grabbed her like I would have with my ex-wife. I thought about how my ex and I probably would have been having sex instead of unpacking. And the sight of Kristin’s hourglass figure in her sweatshirt and jeans made it difficult to get the image out of my head.

I attributed it to the setting and not any forbidden desire I had for Kristin. This was supposed to be a fun weekend with my youngest daughter and that’s what I intended it to be. Nothing more.

Fifteen minutes later, she reminded me it was time to eat. We grabbed our coats and headed out to find food.

We got caught up on each other’s lives over dinner and returned to the room after a quick stop at the resort’s lounge. It was a little strange having drinks with my ‘little girl,’ but I thoroughly enjoyed the men around us and their blatant staring at the woman with me. At one point I asked Kristin if it bothered her and she assured me she was used to it. I think she was afraid to tell me she took pleasure in it.

And that was in a sweatshirt and jeans. I had watched her unpack and saw some of the more revealing outfits she brought. I couldn’t imagine what reaction some of those might inspire.

Still, we survived and made it back to the room well after dark. About an hour later, I was setting up my camera on a tripod by the sliding glass door for some night scenes when Kristin came up behind me and said, “Can I watch?”

“Sure.”

When I looked over my shoulder, I saw that she was wearing a bathrobe. It was tied at the waist, but still revealed an ample amount of bare skin. I tried not to stare and quickly got back to checking the camera settings. Kristin moved more to the side and I couldn’t ignore her. The gentle swells of her cleavage threatened to push open the robe. Below the cloth belt, her thighs peeked out from inside the robe’s gap. I wondered what, if anything, she wore underneath.

She watched me silently. I took a half dozen pictures and decided I’d have all weekend for more. I moved the camera aside and we both walked over to the couch in front of the TV.

Kristin did most of the talking after that and I did my best to avert my eyes from her body as she stretched out next to me. She was slouching like she always did at home, her legs extended onto the coffee table. The robe lay open even more than before and I decided I wouldn’t even risk having her catch me looking at her. So I pretended to be glued to the TV.

I don’t believe she was consciously teasing me. There was nothing sexual in her conversation or, actually, in her movements. It was just me. I had to struggle to keep my eyes off her. Could she tell? Did she even care?

Mercifully, Kristin announced that she was going to bed not long after that. Of course, I watched her walk into the bedroom, that beautiful ass that I’d seen in jeans all day gently swaying under the robe. It was like I was able to breathe again when she disappeared.

I awoke on the couch just as the local news show was ending. Quietly, I crept into the bedroom, sat on the edge of my bed farthest away from Kristin’s bed, and undressed down to my boxers in the relative darkness. It wasn’t until bursa escort bayan I slid under the covers that I realized the light from outside the bedroom was more intense than I thought. It wouldn’t bother me, but I worried about Kristin.

I looked over at her bed. Enough light was present for me to clearly see her. Kristin laid on her side, obviously topless, the covers just barely covering her nipples. I stared at her full, firm breasts while my eyes adjusted and I felt the first hint of a reaction in my cock. I scolded myself, but at the same time continued staring.

Before I knew what I was doing, my palm was rubbing the ever-growing erection inside my boxers. I squinted in an attempt to make out more detail of my daughter’s body. If she moved the covers another two inches her breasts would be exposed to me, and my cock was telling me it approved.

It only took a few more seconds for me to take the shaft in my hand and begin to stroke it under the covers. I didn’t want to make any noise. I didn’t want the covers to move. I just wanted to stroke my cock at the lovely sight of Kristin’s tits.

Soon, I was completely hard. Thoughts flashed through my mind: touching her; licking her; sucking on her tits. I pictured Kristin on her back with me on top of her, fondling her tits while I kissed her. I imagined my cock between the two tits while she squeezed them together.

My hand was pumping up and down quicker, harder. I thought I would explode. I allowed myself to think just briefly about my cock at her pussy, ready to disappear inside her cunt.

Then I suddenly stopped, on the verge of erupting under the covers. I rolled onto my back and felt my heart pounding. The lump where my cock stuck up was almost comical. I rolled onto my side, facing away from Kristin, desperate to get her out of my mind.

###

The following morning, a Saturday, went by fairly fast and without incident. Kristin and I ate breakfast and then walked up and down East Meadow Drive, an agonizing experience for me as she could not pass a single shop without entering it. I usually waited outside, watching people going past. Luckily, we had agreed ahead of time that I would not fund her shopping addiction. Still, she was carrying several bags by the time we returned to the room.

“What are we doing this afternoon?” Kristin asked while throwing the bags on the couch.

“Not shopping,” I said. “I thought we’d hit a couple of the ski lodges. I want some pictures. And we can eat while we’re out.”

“So I have time to try on some of this stuff?” she said, pointing to the bags.

“Yes. You have time.”

She scooped up her new purchases and vanished into the bedroom with noticeable excitement. I turned on the TV and settled into an overstuffed chair next to the couch.

Ten or fifteen minutes later, Kristin emerged.

At first I didn’t pay that much attention, but as she moved almost directly in line with the TV and stood patiently, I looked at her. If she was after a reaction, she got it. I could only gawk at the long sweater she had on, my eyes traveling from her neck down to her bare thighs. The sweater criss-crossed her chest with enough of an opening to clearly see more than half of her breasts. It stopped halfway to her knees and she did not have pants on.

Without comment, Kristin twirled around and showed me the back. I only had a couple seconds to appreciate her ass before she turned back around.

“Can I wear it to dinner?” she asked.

“What do you propose to wear under it?”

“Nothing on top, but my new designer jeans should work. Don’t you think?”

I must have looked like an idiot, simply unable to take my eyes off her.

“I’m afraid to have you show me the jeans,” I said.

Kristin laughed and walked over to my chair. I was certain her tits would fall from the sweater at any moment. At first I thought she was going to force my legs open as she approached. Then I realized she was straddling them, getting ready to sit on my knees.

The bottom of the sweater rose as she positioned herself and I had a fleeting glimpse of what appeared to be very, very small panties…or a thong.

“I bought this for you, Dad,” she said.

“Why?”

She hesitated for a second and then said, “Because of last night.”

“What about last night?”

“I saw you looking at me.”

I wasn’t sure I could breathe. My entire body tightened until I felt like I would faint.

“I, uh, I wasn’t looking…,” I began to say.

Kristin leaned forward and put her finger on my lips. “Don’t worry. It’s OK. It made me feel good that you got so hard just looking at me.”

I couldn’t answer. She saw it. She knew.

“Honey, I…”

“We’re all alone, Dad. We can do whatever we want. Nobody will ever know but us.”

Kristin slid towards me and brought her face closer to mine. I knew then that she wanted to kiss me. I could have stopped it, probably. But I didn’t. Our lips touched and I prayed that was all that would happen. escort bursa But she didn’t pull away and the kiss lingered.

Then Kristin was opening her mouth and her tongue was sliding across my lips. She turned her head slightly and I did the same. From that moment on, there was no going back.

The kiss became passionate. Kristin came closer. She was sitting almost directly on top of my cock and I felt it respond. Our tongues clashed and I desperately fought off the urge to wrap my arms around her. She was taunting me, I just knew it. I wouldn’t cave in.

In the middle of the kiss, she said quietly, “I have a surprise for you tonight.”

Her mouth was back on mine and I couldn’t reply. She was in total control.

“Until then, hold me, Daddy.”

My arms moved, but I didn’t know where to put my hands. If this was any other woman, I know where they would have been…flat on her ass. But this was Kristin, my daughter. I tried to find the most innocent spot I could. I settled on her back.

She used that opportunity to apply more pressure on my cock, which was now semi-erect. She HAD to feel it. Then she wrapped her hands around my forearms and pulled my hands onto her sides. When I thought she was done, she pulled them even farther until I felt the outside of her tits. That’s when she let go.

“Kristin, we shouldn’t,” I sighed.

“God, Dad. You’re getting hard just doing this,” she answered. “And I’m getting wetter by the second. I want to make you happy and I need…I need you.”

As we kissed again, my hands refused to roll over her breasts. But I couldn’t resist massaging her skin through the luxurious sweater. She felt so soft. I thought about what her ass must feel like, the same one that was rolling back and forth across my throbbing cock.

“It’s not right, hon.”

“It’s not right for you to masturbate while looking at me. But you did. It’s not right for you to get an erection while I sit in your lap. But you are. I think you need me as much as I need you,” she said.

I couldn’t look her in the eyes, but it seemed no consolation when I found myself looking down into her sweater.

“Kristin, let’s not ruin the weekend,” I said. “Let’s spend the day together and talk about tonight later.”

She must have felt somewhat vindicated. Her face beamed.

“You won’t be disappointed,” she said as she slid off my legs.

###

Kristin’s attitude was exceptionally cheery the rest of the day as she must have relished the plan she had in place for that night. I wavered between dread for having to deal with it and excitement over the possibilities. All the time, I knew it was just wrong. It was just as wrong to even think about doing anything with her than it was to do it. But then my cock would remind me what the reality was. My own daughter turned me on like no other woman.

Even in the lodges and during dinner, all the beautiful women around me didn’t stimulate me like Kristin. But then, I hadn’t had a chance to stare at their tits in bed or have them sit in my lap, either. Not that I needed an answer, but I decided it was a combination of things that made Kristin special.

Her breasts, while near perfect, were no more than a B cup, I imagined. And that’s what I liked. I didn’t like falsely large, defectively shaped tits. There were plenty of those on display in Vail. Kristin was more natural and girlishly sexy.

Also, her ass was faultless. Mature and tight, it begged to be touched. If I had to choose a single taboo, lustful thing I could have this weekend, it would be a look at her naked ass. Give me that and I would go home a happy man.

Kristin had other plans.

We spent a good portion of the evening downloading my pictures to a laptop and touching them up. She had a little more artistic talent than I did and made several great suggestions for cropping or changing light patterns. I thought the whole thing would keep my mind off her, but working so closely kept reminding me how much I wanted to touch her.

Finally, she rose to her feet and said, “Stay there.”

I knew this was the beginning of it when she rounded the corner into the bedroom. I heard a drawer open and close and then the bathroom door shut. My pulse rate doubled. I walked nervously over to where I stored the alcohol and poured a drink. I knew it wouldn’t help.

It seemed like an eternity before I heard Kristin’s footsteps. I turned just as she came into the room. Once again, I was like a deer in headlights.

Kristin wore the sheerest, shortest, sexiest black teddy I’d ever seen, which wasn’t that many in person. From her breasts on down, it was completely transparent. Any panties that came with it were not being worn. A darker fringe at the bottom stopped a few inches below her pussy.

Around her breasts, the material was thicker and blacker, with tiny shoulder straps holding the whole thing in place.

She stood like a model with her hands on her hips and a sensuous grin on her face. After a few seconds, she turned and I got my first decent look at the ass I’d longed for. Yes, it was covered by the thin material of the teddy, but the details were evident. Every curve and crevice was there for the taking.

She turned to face me.

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I’ve never been attracted to Molly. She’s the youngest of my 3 favorite cousins. The other 2 are boys, who are my age. Although she’d always been a sweet girl, she had also been so goofy looking! She was thin, lanky, and pale, so she always had those red cheeks that fair-skinned people have. Plus, I’d always thought she had a head that was just a little too big for her body.

Her brothers and I would always gang up on her and pick on her whenever I came to visit. No matter what torture I put her through, it was never enough to deter her crush on me. I could have set that big noggin on fire, and she’d still always make sure she gave me a huge hug and kiss before I left. Of course, I would act like I hated it, but secretly, I had always been flattered.

That was a long time ago. Recently, my aunt (their mother) remarried, and they flew me out to see the wedding, and also to visit for a week. To my surprise, Molly had grown into an incredibly beautiful woman! My cousins had told me about how she started to do some modeling after she turned 18, but I had always thought they were exaggerating… maybe she had just gotten head shots made, or some of those “glamour shots,” but never in a million years did I suspect that my pale, big-headed cousin could ever develop into full-fledged model material!

She was breathtaking… She now stood about 5’6″ or so, coming right about to my chest. Her reddish-brown hair was now perfectly styled into a “high-fashion” hairdo, reminiscent of the women you see in Pantene ads. Her long bangs lay across her face, slightly hiding her large brown eyes, which sparkled at you whenever she smiled. Her skin was so perfect now…soft and smooth…baked to a delicious golden brown, just begging to be touched. Her body tighter than ever from staying model-fit, with large, succulent breasts and a perfect ass.

I felt so wrong thinking of her in this way… she was my COUSIN! She was also much younger than me, but I couldn’t help it. I spent almost every night of that week stroking my cock while I imagined her soft, kissable lips sliding up and down on me… or how it would feel to have her tight, young pussy taking every inch of my dick. I started to flirt with her a little, to see if maybe her crush for me still existed. She was very affectionate towards me, but she always had been since we were little. She didn’t do anything that I could consider a pass at me, and I was much too afraid to test the waters any further. So the week came and went, and all my little cousin did was become my newest taboo fantasy.

My luck changed last summer. My Grandmother offered to let my brother and I use her condominium in New Orleans for a week, along with my cousins. My brother couldn’t make it because of prior commitments with work, but luckily, mine and my 3 cousin’s schedules matched up.

From the time we arrived, I was lusting after Molly. It was summer, so she was constantly wearing as little as possible. Sometimes I wondered if she was doing it to torture me. On top of it all, she seemed ultra affectionate towards me. Hugging and holding me every chance she could, occasionally putting an arm around my waist, even playfully smacking my ass! It was almost unbearable. I thought that she MUST have caught me staring, or seen my hard-on stretching my jeans at least once! If I didn’t have her soon, I was going to explode.

One night, after we had quite a few after dinner drinks, we decided to head back to the condo early. We had been hitting Bourbon Street almost every night before then, and we were worn out. We started to watch TV down stairs. Of course, Molly was sitting next to me, with her head on my shoulder. I kept staring at her luscious tits and thighs, while my cousins were engrossed by whatever show was on. Then Molly sat up. “I’m going to get a shower and hit the hay. I’m cashed in,” she said. She shot me a smile as she disappeared up the stairs. “I think I’m gonna go, too,” I said to my cousins, trying to fake a yawn. They could care less. They were TV dorks, locked in for the night, so I headed up to my room.

Molly and I stayed on the 2nd floor, with our rooms adjacent to each other. Both rooms were connected with 1 bathroom. We took the upstairs rooms because she was the only girl and needed her privacy, and my other 2 cousins offered to sleep in the downstairs living room, since it was the only one with a TV. I walked into my room, and could hear Molly finishing up a shower. I had stripped down to my boxers, and had just slid pendik escort under the covers when Molly walked in from the bathroom. Her hair was wet, and water still beaded on her skin. She was in her underwear. They were just simple, cotton panties, but they clung to her wet skin, and her hard nipples pressed against her bra. I kept thinking how glad I was that I had been under the covers when I saw her, otherwise I would have never been able to hide my raging hard-on.

“Can’t go to bed with out giving you a goodnight hug!” she beamed as she sat on the bed next to me. I sat up and put my arms around her, pulling her tightly against me. “Mmmmm…I love hugging you. You always make me feel so special…so safe” she said, eyes closed in comfortable bliss. When we finally let go, she looked at me curiously with those sparkling eyes, and asked “Would it be cool if I slept in your bed tonight?” I was silent…was she kidding? “I would love to be able to just hold you and fall asleep. Besides, there’s plenty of room for 2 people here.” I tried to stifle my excitement. “Uhhh..sure, I guess” is what I managed to utter back, while inside I was screaming, “HELL YES YOU CAN!!!” Molly grinned and walked to turn off the light.

The room was almost totally dark, but light from the street outlined her perfect body. “Umm… this may seem strange, but I usually don’t sleep with a bra on. Would it be too weird if I took it off?”

“Not at all…hell, take off those panties too!” is what I was thinking. “I’m cool with it as long as you are” is what I forced out. I watched as she unclasped the bra, and let it slowly slide off her shoulders as it dropped to the floor, exposing her gorgeous tits and erect nipples. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her figure as she walked across the room, and crawled into bed.

She slid in next to me, gliding her legs up and down mine, her hands tracing the contours of my chest while I rubbed my hands up and down her back, pulling her close to me so that I could feel her tits press against me. Now I could tell that she was definitely interested in much more than just “holding” me. “Would it be too weird if I gave you a goodnight kiss?” she asked, breathing heavily. Before I could answer, she pressed her full, swollen lips to mine, letting our tongues explore each other’s mouths, kissing me passionately. I kissed her back, sucking her tongue, nibbling playfully at her lower lip while my hands slid down to her chest. Molly moaned in approval as I started to massage her perfect tits, teasing her now rock-hard nipples even more. I took a nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it just before I sucked it and nibbled and kissed at it playfully, while my other hand made sure her other breast got the attention it deserved.

Molly slowly slid her hand down my chest…down my stomach…resting on the bulge in my boxers. “Mmmm, is this for me?” she panted as she traced the outline of my cock with her fingertip. I couldn’t respond…my eyes were closed and my mouth agape as I gasped with every touch. She got on top of me and tugged my boxers down my legs, letting my pulsating dick spring forward from its restraints. “Oooh Jay…you have such a great cock!” she said as she gently slid her hand up and down it, making it twitch with each touch. She leaned forward and kissed it softly, and then gave it a long, slow, sexy lick…from my balls all the way up to the top of the head, just before she took the whole thing in her mouth. She started at the head and slowly eased her soft lips down my cock, teasing the underside with her tongue. I let out a soft cry of pleasure as her warm, wet, nimble mouth engulfed every inch of my cock. She moaned as well, letting me feel the vibrations against my dick, along with delicious slurping and sucking noises that drove me wild. As her passion increased, so did her rhythm, pumping my cock with her fist while her head bobbed up and down on it, occasionally popping it out of her mouth to flick it with her tongue or rub it against her tits.

I pulled her to me and kissed her long and hard. I had to so that I wouldn’t explode in her mouth! There was NO WAY that I was going to let this one end early… I had been fantasizing about this for months by now, and I was going to enjoy it. She took off her wet panties, and I made her get on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed. She lay her head down on the bed, putting her ass in the air for me as I knelt behind her. She has such a perfect ass…I took a moment to admire it, escort pendik sliding my hands all over it, giving it a gentle slap. Molly gasped and tensed…then smiled at me. She wasn’t expecting the slap, but it was obvious that she enjoyed it. She teased her dripping pussy with her fingers as she rocked back and forth on her knees, lightly waving her tight little teen ass and cunt at me…never taking her eyes off me, knowing it was turning me on beyond belief, just inviting me to ravage her. The sight made my cock ache to be inside of her, but I wanted to make this last.

I dragged my tongue up her creamy inner thigh, tasting her juices that had started to run down her leg… I must have surprised her, because she froze for a moment and squealed in delight. I slowly continued up her leg until I was staring at her hot cunt. She eased back, silently begging me to keep going…her eyes shut tight with anticipation. I lightly brushed her swollen, wet lips with my fingertips, making her gasp and shudder as if my touch was electric. I kept rubbing her pussy, dipping a finger inside while my other hand massaged her clit. Soon, Molly was writhing with each touch, and just when I thought she couldn’t stand it anymore, I slid in a second digit. “Oh my GOD…please don’t stop…” she moaned, as she moved against my strokes. The thought of stopping almost made me laugh. Molly had absolutely no idea how much sexual tension I had built up for this exact moment…how many nights I had jerked off to the thought of what I was doing right now…or how hard of a fucking she was going to get from me. Stop? HELL NO.

She was almost in an opiate state by now…eyes closed, mouth agape. Almost exactly the same way I was when she was sucking me off. I kissed her now dripping pussy, lightly, just before I slid my tongue between her warm, wet folds. “Oh yesss Jay! Oh yeah…eat my pussy!” she hissed. My tongue danced across her clit, circling it and diving in and out of her. My fingers were covered in her juices, so I smeared some on her tight asshole, lubing it up so I could slide a finger in as I ate at her cunt. The sensation of my finger penetrating her ass as I greedily lapped at her pussy sent her over the edge. “Oh fuck I’m cumming!” she kept whispering as she got closer to her first earth-shattering orgasm for the night. She buried her face into the bed, to muffle her loud moans as the warm waves of pleasure coiled like a spring inside of her, and then exploded, making her spasm uncontrollably with each touch. I stopped teasing her with my tongue once her orgasm subsided, and she collapsed onto her stomach. “Holy shit…” she said through trembling lips… “that’s never happened to me before…never that good…” I knew that she had a couple of boyfriends since she had started having sex, but it was now obvious that she had never had her first real orgasm until now. Mixed feelings of pride and shame kept welling up inside me knowing that I had spoiled her for all other men, but that she was still my cousin. Her older cousin Jay would forever be a measuring stick for anyone else that she allowed in her bed…and I wasn’t even through with her yet. “Let’s see what else you can do!” She beamed, with new excitement and returned energy.

She rose back up onto her hands and knees, offering me that perfect ass again. “If your mouth can do that, I can’t wait to see what you do to me with that dick!” she said in a lustful, husky tone. She didn’t have to tell me twice. My cock had been twitching all night, aching for that invitation. I got behind her and slid the head of my cock up and down her wet snatch, which was now practically dripping from her orgasm, plus my saliva from eating her out. I kept teasing her, getting the tip of my throbbing dick slick with our fuck juice mixture. “Oh please stop teasing me and put it in” she begged through a whisper. I slowly eased my cock inside of her cunt, letting the head slip past her warm, wet lips. I kept gently easing it inside of her until she was taking my entire length, letting my balls rest against her. I didn’t move for a second after that…partly because I wanted her tight pussy to get used to my cock, but more because it felt like heaven.

I let my hands rest on her hips as I slowly eased out of her tight hole…only to guide my cock all the way back inside, taking long, gentle strokes at first. I was savoring every second that I was inside of her hot teen cunt. To Molly’s delight, I started to quicken my pace after a bit, getting faster with each pendik escort bayan stroke. She began to buck against me, welcoming each thrust as we slapped together. I slid one hand underneath her and began massaging her swollen clit in slow, rhythmic circles as I pumped my cock in and out of her. She was having a hard time stifling her moans…it was driving her insane. “Oh yesss Jay! Fuck me…Fuck me HARD!” she demanded through clenched teeth.

Those 3 words did me in. I grabbed her by her shoulders and started slamming my cock into her hard and fast. I leaned over and growled “You wanna get fucked hard? Yeahhh…You like it when I fuck you HARD.” along with a string of other filthy obscenities as I bit her earlobe. All she could do was wail in pleasure, which was fine by me. At that point in time, I could care less what her answer would have been. My lust that had been building for months, coupled with her slutty command, turned our taboo sex into pounding, primal fucking. I was pulling her back by her hair, slapping her ass, and every other dirty thing I could think of. I was so lost in the moment that I barely noticed Molly burying her face in the pillow, muffling her screams of pleasure as her second orgasm hit her.

Watching, hearing, and seeing Molly cum sent me to the edge…I could feel my balls tighten with each thrust. “I’m gonna cum!” I said as I could feel my own orgasm getting closer. “Don’t do it inside me! You can’t get me pregnant!” I pulled out of her…Molly’s words stung the reality of the fact that I was still fucking my cousin back into me for a moment. “I want you to cum all over my tits anyway.” she said as she knelt before me and took my cock back into her mouth. Needless to say, I very quickly forgot about said reality.

She moaned, enjoying the taste of her own juices as her head bobbed up and down on my cock. She used one hand to play with my balls while she pumped my dick with the other, trying to milk the cum out of me. It didn’t take long…she sure knew how to suck a cock! I tensed up for a moment…then exploded. She took the first couple of jets in her mouth. Once she realized that I was cumming, she popped it out of her mouth and started jacking me off, letting my hot, sticky sperm dump all over her chest. I felt like I’d never stop cumming…I coated her tits until my load started to drip down her belly. Once I had finished, my light-headedness and weakened knees became painfully evident, and I collapsed onto the bed.

Molly took a moment to clean herself up before she got back into bed with me. She curled up next to me and put her head on my chest as she draped her arm across me. We sat there for a moment, enjoying the heat still being emitted from our naked skin. “You do realize that we can’t tell anyone about this, right?” Molly said. “Yeah. We probably shouldn’t have done it.” I sighed in reply. There was an awkward silence. “Mmmm…but we did…and it was SOOO great!” laughed Molly. I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only one feeling that way. As wrong as the situation had been, it was the hottest sex I had ever had to date. “Yeah. Looks like the family reunions just got a hell of a lot more interesting!” I laughed back. Molly turned and gazed into my eyes. They were sparkling at me again. “Our little secret?” she asked. “Our little secret.” I affirmed. “What our family doesn’t know won’t hurt them, right?”

“Right.” she said with a huge grin. We shared one more slow, long, soft kiss. After that, we spent the rest of the night holding each other, letting the sound and rhythm of our breathing lull us to sleep.

The next day we had to part ways. It was time for all of us to go home. Molly and I did our real goodbyes upstairs, long before the customary hugging and handshaking all family members did before they took off. After we took a shower together, we spent most of our morning groping each other and stealing kisses when my other 2 cousins weren’t looking. When we finally did say goodbye, we embraced tightly, knowing that we now had a bond different from anyone else in our lives, family or otherwise.

We vowed to stay in touch afterwards. Of course, that never works as good as planned. I got busy with work, she had her life to live, so the communication line broke down slowly. But she haunted my thoughts constantly after that…I would always recall that night in New Orleans whenever I was feeling horny. A month or so passed, and I figured that I wouldn’t see her for another 8 years, until my phone rang one day. “Hello?” I answered. “Jason?” asked a familiar voice on the other end. “Speaking.” I said back. “Hey! It’s Molly! My brother’s getting married in June, and he wanted to see if you could come up! You could stay with me…”

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God I was bored. Sitting on a Lifeguard stand may look easy but it’s not. It requires an iron will and a good imagination, because no one can watch people swim for hours at a time with out slipping into a daydream. Hell, I can’t complain about my job. After working at the public pool for a couple years I had learned the ropes and let me tell you, they were easy. Decent pay and lots of goofing off made Lifeguarding one of the best jobs I had ever seen. While my friends were behind fast food counters or mowing lawns, I was tanning and swimming. That’s not mentioning the other perk, half naked women prancing around right in front of you. Half the battle of my shift was trying to keep my boner down so I didn’t smack my replacement in the face with it as I climbed off stand. A dude would understand, but my pool had a 1:4 guy girl ratio so more likely than not it was a female co-worker taking my place. Speak of the devil, here was one now.

“Hi Fox!” a voice to my left chirped.

“Hey,” I replied.

As I swung off the stand I tried to catch a glimpse down her shirt. Kenya was tall. At around 5’10 I wasn’t a small dude but she was a good couple inches taller me. That height really helped with her toned stomach and long sexy legs. Where some girls tend to loose some assets with height, Kenya had kept her waist and big shapely ass that tantalized me in that two-piece. Her short sandy blonde hair cut could come off boyish on some girls but it seemed to fit her well. Besides, no one would ever mistake her for a man with a body like hers.

“Have fun!” I called over my shoulder as I went to go retrieve a guard tube for my next station.

I could see her roll her eyes and smile as she turned back to her water. I picked up the tube and started my laps around the pool scanning the water as I went. This station was called “Roving”. It presented a unique opportunity to stretch one’s legs and of course chat it up with the other guards locked on stand. I was making my way around the pool when I noticed two girls walking toward me on their way to the concession stand. While both girls were attractive the one on the left really caught my eye. Her blood red swimsuit really accented her raven hair well and of course pushed up her breasts in a way that my eyes were immediately drawn there. Luckily I always wear sunglasses so they were totally oblivious to my ogling. It also meant she was unaware that I noticed her return stare.

I come from a health nut family. There were never chips, soda, or candy kept in my house. When I was a kid I hated this, but at nineteen I thanked my mom’s habits. They had kept me healthy and in shape. Not only did we eat healthy but at thirteen I started going to the gym. When puberty hit I filled out. Now I had a body to stare at with 6-pack abs and pectorals. My short spiky light brown hair framed my face and drew attention to my strong jaw. I usually rated myself a solid 8/10 but I had heard higher. I continued my lap around the pool scanning every once and a while. I wasn’t too worried. This was a pretty relaxed pool and rarely did anyone have to make a save let alone have to perform CPR. I finally made it over to the deep end. I stopped for a moment to talk to one of the only other male Lifeguards at the pool. Jordan was even taller than Kenya. The height had hit him in force without time for him to adjust, leaving him skinny and gangly. While his body wasn’t getting him looks from girls he was genuinely nice and was liked by everyone at the pool.

“How’s it hanging?” Jordan asked as I approached the stand.

“Pretty good. Not too hot yet thankfully,” I commented as I came to stand by him.

“Oh it will get there; it always does,” he remarked dryly.

He was right. It was only the beginning of June and was just now getting into the 80’s but by mid July we saw temperatures of over 100 degrees. It was miserable. Thankfully we worked at a pool and could get in and cool off any time we wanted.

“I’m going to make a lap,” I told Jordan as started off down the side of the pool.

I made my way from deep around the shallow end, stopping at Kenya’s stand.

“Good so far?” I asked her.

“Oh yea, super exciting,” came her sarcastic reply.

You know how dogs are supposed to reflect their owners? Kenya had a Great Dane and it fit her well. Not only was she tall but her personality was as bubbly and nice as they come, if not a little overbearing. It was enough to turn some people off until you got to know her. Personally I enjoyed it and talked to her whenever I got the chance.

“So I’m having a party at my place…” I heard her say.

“Oh yea? Starting the summer off right with a little guard party action?” I inquired.

She grinned at me and said, “We’ve gotta keep the tradition going!”

I laughed and replied, “Of course! When’s this party going to be?”

“Tomorrow night! I know it’s a little short notice but everyone I’ve illegal bahis talked to is down. Come anytime after nine.”

“Sounds great I’ll be there!” Of course I would. Who would miss a house party with a bunch of cool people?

“Great I’m glad you’re going to be able to make it!” Kenya said with a grin.

There was something about the way she said it. As I walked away I thought she might have sounded a little too enthusiastic about my attendance. I smiled and thought about the possibilities of a low inhabitations party with Kenya. Tomorrow night was going to be great.

Well I was late. The swimmers had taken forever to get their shit and get out. This had caused the closing to be delayed for almost an hour. After driving home and cleaning up I was very fashionably late. I pulled into Kenya’s driveway a little after ten. I was happy to see the party was already in full swing. People, most of them guards, were milling around on the porch as I walked in. Taylor, a handsome blond guard greeted me with a big hug. It had been a year since I had last seen him. We hadn’t had the chance to work together yet.

“Glad to see you dude!” he almost yelled at me.

I just patted him on the back and replied, “Hey man it’s been too long!”

“You ready for a hella fun party tonight bro?” he said to me with a grin.

“Always!” I shot back.

“Well you better go find Kenya; she’s been asking for you.” he gave me a knowing look.

“Oh and why’s that?” I asked.

“Just do it.” He smiled and turned back to his friends.

I wasn’t surprised by his behavior. Taylor was a well-known partier and at this point in the night was liable to be pretty fucked up. His comment about Kenya certainly piqued my interest though. I grinned at the thought as I walked into the house. It was a small two-bedroom one-bath house that Kenya lived in with her roommate, who was also a guard. It was a pretty nice place, not big but cozy. I made my way through the semi-crowded house greeting the people I knew along the way although I was really looking for Kenya. I was about to go out back in search when I heard my voice being called.

“Fox!” I turned to look and was assaulted with a hug.

“Kenya!” I exclaimed. “I was just told to come find you!”

“Oh yea?” She smiled at me, not breaking the hug. “Who gave you that bit of advice?”

I shrugged as much as I could in an embrace, “Taylor told me as I was coming in.”

“Smart man,” Kenya said as she stepped back from me. “You’re so late that I was afraid you weren’t coming!”

I was momentarily saddened when she stepped back. The feeling of her tight body pressed against mine felt really good.

“I wouldn’t have missed this!” I told her.

She smiled shyly and said, “I know I just wanted you to be here.”

“Well here I am! What should we do?” I asked, looking her dead in the eye.

The signals she was putting out were obvious. I was just trying to move things along.

She hesitated for a minute before asking, “Want something to eat? We have chips in the kitchen and soda if you’d like. I think there’s also some beer in the fridge too.”

“I wouldn’t mind something to drink,” I was pretty thirsty, “but no beer. You know, driving and such.”

“Oh you weren’t planning on spending the night?” Kenya inquired as we walked toward the kitchen.

“No I hadn’t planned on it.” I couldn’t think of anything to say.

There it was again, that obvious playful flirting. It looked like she wanted to make this into a game and I was more than willing to play. As was made our way into the kitchen we heard arguing. Sam, Kenya’s roommate, was in a fight with some wasted looking frat.

“Just get the fuck out of here Keith!” Sam yelled at him.

The guy just shook his head, muttered, “Bitch,” and walked off.

Sam looked up apologetically as we walked into the room.

“Sorry about that. You know how exes are. Glad to see you made it Fox!”

“Glad to be here. Sorry it took me so long,” I replied.

She made a waving motion with her hand.

“Don’t worry about it. The important thing is you’re here now,” She said as she moved to leave the room.

As Sam left she shot Kenya a look I couldn’t quite figure out, then was gone.

“How about that drink?” Kenya asked breaking the awkward silence.

“Sounds great!” I replied.

She was pouring us both drinks when her Great Dane, Boondocks, waked in. He was a MASSIVE dog. He looked more like a small grey horse if you ask me. His head came up to my stomach and his back was even with the tops of my thighs.

“Hey buddy!” Kenya exclaimed as she handed me a drink.

Boondocks came over and greeted us both before going and standing by the back door. He looked at Kenya and then the doorknob.

Kenya put her hands on her hips and said, “Boondocks this isn’t the time to go for a walk!”

Boondocks just whined and pathetically scraped at the door.

“Fine! You win!” she said and threw her hands in the air.

Kenya turned to look at me sheepishly. “Sorry Fox. I’ll be back in a couple minutes.”

“How illegal bahis siteleri about I come keep you company?” I asked. “Its nice out and I don’t mind going for a walk.”

The smile she gave me spoke volumes. We walked out the back door and around the house. Boondocks was a well trained dog and stayed with us as we made our way down the street. We made small talk as Boondocks sniffed around the sidewalk. Kenya’s house was close to the public park that we worked at so we decided that we should go there. A short walk later we were sitting on a park bench watching Boondocks run around.

It was amazing how such a big animal could move so fast. As we sat together I figured now that we had some alone time I should make a move.

“Why were you so eager for me to be at the party tonight?” I asked, breaking our comfortable silence.

“So I could get you wasted and take advantage of your innocence of course!” she joked.

I snorted, “What innocence?”

Kenya turned to look at me, our faces almost touching. “Gasp! Fox! Are you telling me that you aren’t innocent?”

Instead of responding I closed the short distance between our lips and kissed her. She eagerly submitted and wrapped her arms around my head. I responded by pulling her onto my lap. As the kiss deepened I opened my mouth and slid my tongue into hers. Kenya whimpered a little, attacking my tongue with her own. I became bolder, sliding my hand down to the edge of her tank top. I felt her smile as my hand found its way into her shirt. I began massaging her breasts, surprised at how large they were. Her guard suit hadn’t been doing them justice. Just as we began to really get into it, Boondocks came back.

“Come on, we can continue this back at my house,” she said with a wink.

We rushed back to her house only to be greeted with the sounds of yelling. As we entered the front door I saw everyone crowded around Sam and her asshole boyfriend who had apparently not “fucked off.” This time there argument was much more heated. To the amusement of the intoxicated partygoers, it just got worse and worse. Finally the drunk frat had enough and slapped Sam across the face. Of course her friends jumped to her aid. Kenya ran to her side while Taylor, Jordan, and I threw the guy’s ass out. When we got back in Kenya was helping her crying friend into her bedroom. The party pretty much dispersed after that. I hung around for a little while hoping to see Kenya again. I had given up on the hopes of our earlier plans but still wanted to see her before I left. Finally around midnight she came out of Sam’s bedroom.

“How is she?” I asked.

“She’ll be fine. Just a little shaken up that’s all,” she said. “Sorry we can’t really continue from where we left off. That was a real mood killer.”

“Its fine. I can’t say I’m not disappointed though,” I replied with a sigh.

Kenya fixed me with a look that screamed “hungry” and said, “Oh, don’t think this is over.” She kissed me hard. Then pointed me to the door.

“It’s just been put on hold.”

Saturdays were always relaxed. Few people came to the pool amounting to a lot of down time. This was very preferable especially to those who had partied hard the night before and were nursing their hangovers. It also helped that the pool didn’t open until one, so that meant a morning of sleeping in. Since my night hadn’t been too wild I was feeling great. I arrived early to help open the pool. To my surprise Kenya was there to open with me. I hadn’t realized she was working today. She gave me a special smile before setting to work unstacking chairs around the pool. As I clocked in I heard a mumbled hello from the manager’s corner. Roy, the lead manager at the pool, had his head down on his desk.

“Drink a little to much last night?” I asked, chuckling at his sorry state.

“Shaddup!” he grumbled through his arms.

Roy was a quirky guy. Most people couldn’t handle a conversation with him one on one because of it. Over the past 3 years I had been working at the pool, I had made a pretty solid friendship with him by first being a good worker, then being one of the people who enjoyed talking to him. Despite being a little hard for some to talk to he was the best manager out of the three. I continued to smirk as I climbed the ramp that lead onto the raised pool deck with some trash bags. As I got to the top I stopped. A little ways in front of me Kenya was bending over to unstack a lawn chair and I was getting a fantastic view of her shapely ass. I didn’t know how she could have such a small waist and still have that nice of an ass but I wasn’t about to argue.

Kenya turned to look as she heard me put a bag in the trashcan, oblivious to my staring. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her grin. I briefly wondered what she was up to before Kenya began to stretch. First she reached down to touch her toes, her butt facing me. Then she slowly stood up, turning to face me as she stretched her hands up making her breasts jiggle. I remembered how big they had felt last night and wished that stupid frat hadn’t interrupted us.

“Whatcha looking at canlı bahis siteleri Fox?” Kenya called with a smile.

“N-Nothing!” I yelled back.

She wasn’t fooled and just laughed. Kenya turned to walk away toward the other unstacked chairs. I swear she made an extra effort to put a little extra sway in her hips. I was hypnotized. Suddenly she turned around and caught me staring. That just made her grin bigger. With a wink she turned back to her work. My dick was rock hard.

The rest of the day was relatively uneventful save one exception. Since Saturdays are so slow there usually only has to be 2-3 people on stand at a time, leaving the other five guards on break. This meant killing time by swimming in the deep end. It was a hot day so all five guards were there, Kenya included. I was hanging on the side of the wall talking to Jordan about the previous night’s party and its untimely end when Kenya came up on the other side of me. The three of us chatted for about ten more minutes till it was time to go rotate. Kenya and I were lucky. We had forty minutes of break to Jordan’s twenty. With just us left swimming the conversation turned to other things.

“So Sam’s going out tonight with some friends. I wanted to know if you were up to doing something?” Kenya asked me.

“She’s going out so soon after what happened last night? I would have thought she would take it easy for a couple days,” I said.

“No she thought it would be better to move on as fast as possible from it. Help her forget and stuff,” She replied.

“Well in that case what should we do? Are there any parties tonight?” I asked.

“I was thinking more of staying in,” she said with a smirk. “How about you come to my house after we get off work?”

“Sounds great!” I said. “But I’ll be all nasty from the pool.”

“Don’t worry, you can shower at my house,” she winked.

I felt her hand grab my hardening dick though my swim trunks and give it a gentile squeeze. With that she pulled herself out of the pool and sauntered off to the office. I couldn’t help but notice her shake her ass a little more as she walked away. It looked like tonight was going to be even better than last.

“I HATE cleaning bathrooms!” I complained, as Kenya and I walked into her house.

“Preaching to the choir,” she said, flopping down on her couch.

I followed suit sitting down beside her and putting my face in my hands. The rest of the day had been easy, but cleaning the bathrooms was a daily chore that everyone hated. It was tiring, nasty, and the last thing you wanted to do, especially after a day of work.

I voiced my feelings.

“I feel so nasty after that!” I told her.

Kenya’s eyes lit up. I quickly remembered what she said earlier.

“Me too,” she agreed, “how about we go take one?”

I was more than happy to oblige. We got up and made our way to the bathroom. For such a small apartment it had a decent sized bathroom and the walk in shower surprised me. I expected a tub shower, but this meant much more room. Kenya turned on the water to let it heat up. She proceeded to take off her shirt and shorts, leaving her only in her bathing suit. As she moved to take that off, I stopped her.

“Wait! I want to do that part,” I told her. “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“One condition. I get to take off yours!” she giggled.

“Of course!” I said.

I took off my shirt, walked over to her, and wrapped my arms around her waist. I lowered my lips to hers and we kissed passionately. Wasting no time I slid my hands up her back till I felt the clasp of her suit. I was finally going to see the objects of my fantasies. After fumbling for a moment I was able to unhook it. As her suit fell to the floor I felt her hands untying my swim trunks. They fell to the ground and I stepped out of them pushing Kenya toward the shower.

“Mmm,” she moaned as her naked back hit the cool glass of the shower.

We briefly parted so I could slide her bikini bottoms to the ground. We stepped into the hot shower and found each other’s arms again. As we kissed we gently rubbed our wet naked bodies together. I reached around to cup Kenya’s amazing ass and ground her closer to me. Suddenly she broke the kiss. I was momentarily disappointed before I saw her sliding down to her knees. The feeling of her wet body rubbing up against mine on her way was incredible. For a minute she just sat there on her haunches pumping my dick and letting the hot water spray down on her. Then little by little I felt her start to lick and kiss her way up and down my shaft.

“Tasty!” She winked before taking me into her mouth.

“Ahhhh!” I groaned as I thrust my cock into her mouth.

Kenya relaxed her throat and looked up at me, urging me to go on. I took two fistfuls of her hair and started plunging in and out of her hot little mouth. Every once and a while she would gag and I would stop for a second before continuing my slow face fucking. After a while I let her take back over and she pulled off me, bending down to where she could suck on my balls. The tickling sensation was driving me crazy and she knew it. Kenya took me to the edge but denied me release. Instead she just kept licking my balls and gently stroking my shaft. After an eternity she finally took me back in her mouth and after deepthroating me a couple times I burst.

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I am a 40 year old mother of two. I have worked hard to get myself back into shape and feel pretty good about myself. Having kids does things to your body. On nice side effect is that I went up in bra sizes and it stayed with me.

I have not had a lot of experience with meeting people via the Internet, yet anyway. I have had a few chances out in the public. Don’t get me wrong I love my family and husband. We both agree that this is a good thing to do if it make us happy. I knew he was feeling around on the side too.

A couple of weeks back it was very warm here. It was in the 80’s for a while. It so happened I had to work on a big project at the bank. My husband and the kids went to the cities to visit his folks. I got to stay behind and work. Anyway on Friday I was ready to let my hair down ( which is funny since I have short hair ). After getting home from work early I decided to go out to the local bar. The one I like has outside seating so you can take in the warm air. In the meantime I popped open a cold one as I was getting ready.

The combination of the warm summer like breeze and the smell and effect of the beer just got me all relaxed and feeling frisky. I pulled out my summer blouse and my jeans skirt and found my sandals. I decided right way to not wear any pantyhose. After a bit of ponder I decide to put on my skirt without any underpants either. Boy did that make me feel naughty. I headed to the bathroom and got the trimming scissors out and groomed my bush hair. I don’t shave but I do like it nice and short so it feels furry to the touch.

Next I went for my bra drawer. I have a nice bra my husband got me from Frederick’s. It is the kind that give you the nice cleavage. It is not the most comfortable bra to wear but it does get you attention. One of the features of this bra is you can remove the tips so your nipples stick out. When I buttoned up my blouse you could see the detailed outline of my breast and the nipples bumping out. God I felt good.

When I got to the bar it was already busy and the parking lot was full. I park güvenilir bahis and walked in the front door. I soon was told that the outside seating was all taken so I move to a bar stool and ordered a cold beer. I was just taking my second sip of the beer when a very blue collar type sat down and made some small talk. I said hi and took another drink of my beer. As I looked through the glass of the beer bottle I could see the guy was staring at my tits. I was good to feel desired.

I put the bottle down and he told me his name. I gave him a fake name in response. After all this was just in fun. He offer to buy me another drink which I accepted.

The bar stools had hard backs on them and they were very uncomfortable to sit in. He must have saw my trying to get comfortable and asked if I would like to sit in a booth. The booths in this place are in the back and it is very low light to say the least. This was not what I had intended for this warm day but I followed his lead and sat down across the table from him. After a little chit chat I learned that he was a truck driver and it was his new tractor sitting outside.

Soon I had to excuse myself to go to the ladies room. When I got back he was sitting in the middle of the U shaped booth. There was another round of drinks setup for him and I. By now I was feeling no pain so I slide into the booth right next to him. He made some comment about how warm it was. I giggled and told him how I like it warm, even hot. He must have read this a as a come on and I guess it was.

It didn’t take long for his hand to find my knee. He started to pet my inner thigh slowly working his way under my skirt. I got the tingling feeling in my crotch and my tits started to get flush hot. He was very methodical and controlled in his movement I saw his eyes react in a surprised manner when he finally reached my exposed bush. I was in no mood to stop his progress either.

He started kneading my pubic mound and flicking my clit with his finger. I could feel myself getting wet and could smell my sex. He quickly slide in two fingers türkçe bahis inside of me. I made me gasp a bit. He started to rub my breast with his other hand. That was when I realized we better take this somewhere else. We headed for his truck.

As I climbed up into the truck I was amazed at how much space was in these things. I guess I had never been inside one before. He had a queen size bed behind the drivers seat I sat on the edge of the bed and waited as he shut the door. As soon as he sat down he reached up and kissed me in one of those hard tongue probing ways. As he did this he was working the buttons on my blouse. Before I knew it my blouse and bra were off and he was removing my skirt all the while he as kissing me and sucking on my breasts. I went to unbutton his jeans but he pulled back and slide me up onto the bed.

His started kissing my belly and sticking his tongue in my belly button as his hands rub my thighs. In no time his face was in my bush. He commented on how nice it looked and proceeded to eat me in a way I can not remember. He had done this before and I could tell he was enjoying it as much as I was. I could feel the start of a very good climax coming. The kind you get from a slow easy hand.

I decided it was his turn. I didn’t want to waste a good orgasm on oral sex. I reached down and pulled his head up towards me. I was surprise to see and feel that he was already naked. Somehow he was stripping his cloths as he satisfied me orally.

He reached into a small compartment and pulled out a condom and handed it to me. I giggle and told him I thought he should wear it. I ripped the package open with my teeth and looked down to grab is cock. I was taken by how big this boy was. Man I thought this looks kind of painful. He was rock hard and the condom stretched tight as I rolled it onto his cock.

I grabbed him by the shaft of his sheathed cock and started to brush the tip of it across my pussy lips. I was slowly rubbing it and gliding across my pussy as he massaged my breast with his hands. On one of the passes I let the head güvenilir bahis siteleri of his cock spread my lips. At that moment he lean into me and I felt the surge of his flesh opening my pussy. I must have been ready for it because it slide in with ease. God it was a full feeling. He slowly started to pump me, in and out.

I could feel the tingling sensation again. My nipples were swollen and big as berries. He was really driving his cock deep into me at this point. I don’t know how I had room for him. I could hear the smack of his balls bouncing off my ass. The smell of wet pussy and latex filled the cab. Then all I could remember was a very powerful organism gripping my body. For the first time in my life I passed out as I climaxed.

I was so dazed and relaxed. He gestured for me to roll over with which I obliged. Between the beer I had drank the after climax blues I was very restful laying there on my belly. I heard him open the drawer again and get something out. I didn’t pay attention or care I was really enjoying the moment.

I was a little concerned when he started to play with the crack of my ass. I felt him insert something into my anus. I asked him what is that. He said is was just some K-Y jelly. As he said this I felt the cool grease fill my anus. I had never had anal sex before which made me uncertain. On top of this was the shear size of his cock.

Before I could protest I felt him place the head of his cock against the entrance to my ass. I was about to say something when he push my face into the pillow and in the same movement thrust himself into my ass. God it hurt. I screamed at the initial pain. He stop and held his position. He let my head up and told me to just relax as the rest was easier.

As he slowly continued I felt the pain subside. It was a really odd sensation. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. He started to increase the rhythm and moan with pleasure. At this point I was feeling not pain. I rocked my hips at an angle. He started to bounce off my ass. The cab of the truck was full of a loud smack, smack sound. I could tell he was going over the edge. On his next inward thrust I clinched his cock with my anus. I must of done it pretty hard because he could not pull out. He shouted out in pain. Then I felt him filling my ass with his cum.

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This is the first chapter of a series of stories based on some real-life experiences of mine. The names of those involved have been changed for a number of reasons, but the events themselves are unaltered. I hope you enjoy these pieces, and feel free to comment as you see fit.

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Lizzy and I met on Halloween. My friend Joe and I had decided to celebrate All Hallow’s Eve by dressing up as Jay and Silent Bob. As the taller and decidedly more slender of the two, I was going to be Jay. This meant shaving off my brown goatee and buying a blonde wig, while all my portly friend had to do to play Silent Bob was buy a mullet wig and borrow my trenchcoat.

Joe and I were taking a break from our daily rounds. We’d been touring the local college campus in our costumes all day, posing with interested students for pictures and spending an hour or so actually hanging outside a convenience store (in which a man actually asked me to perform the Jay rap from the beginning of Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back; I gladly obliged).

When Lizzy walked through the door, while I was in the middle of a round of Guitar Hero III, I was instantly struck by how tall she was. I stand a little over 6-foot-1, and without the black high-heel leather boots she fancied, Lizzy matched that height.

Her black hair flowed well below her shoulders, and as she stood at the door in her white and purple medieval dress, I was drawn to her considerable cleavage. It was obvious Lizzy had a rack on her, and even though I was trying not to look at her breasts as they nestled together in her top, I couldn’t really help it.

Lizzy noticed immediately, smiling at me before sitting on the couch next to Joe. She’d been friends with Joe for roughly three years, but this was the first I’d seen her. Lizzy wasn’t on the skinny side, but she wasn’t really fat, either. She had nice curves – even in that dress – and sported a spread-wings tattoo across her shoulder blades. Her green eyes were striking in their intensity, and at that moment, in the middle of fucking up “My Name is Jonas” on expert, I knew I had to fuck this girl.

Nothing happened for much of the night outside of flirting. She was spending most of the night catching up with Joe, whom she hadn’t seen in a few months, and talking to me. Still a smoker back then, I coaxed her outside whenever I wanted to take a smoke break, trying to gauge her interest through our conversations.

The second time we went outside for my cigarette break, I didn’t even light up. We were so engrossed in whatever it was we were talking about that I’d simply forgotten to strike one. And though I never once made a conscious decision to give up cigarettes, I never had another one after that instant.

“One thing I absolutely love,” Lizzy told me matter-of-factly, “is when a guy stands behind me and kisses along the side of my neck. Just drives me up the wall.”

“Like this?” I asked with a grin, taking off my blond wig before standing directly behind Lizzy. Pressing my chest to her back, I rest my right hand on her hip as my tongue softly glided along her pulse line. With a soft groan, my left hand grabbed and squeezed her left breast, and as I felt the firmness and the weight in my palm, I felt her hips swivel against my crotch.

Lizzy was moaning, my lips wrapping around the spot I just licked to suck lightly. güvenilir bahis I was throbbing in my sweatpants, silently cursing the fact that we couldn’t duck into the back seat of my Pontiac for a good fuck. We’d have to be quick, and I wanted desperately to take my time.

By the time I broke the embrace to go back inside, Lizzy’s face was flushed, and the smile she gave me told me I’d already hit the right buttons. We talked and flirted for the rest of the night, which included an en masse trip to IHOP, which ultimately included roughly 10 people. We ate, talked and laughed – and I performed Jay’s rap again before leaving the restaurant.

Before heading home for the night, and watching Lizzy leave so she could make it to her job delivering newspapers, she gave me her number. I started driving the 30 minutes it took for me to get from Joe’s apartment to my place, and Lizzy called.

“Pleasant surprise,” was my greeting.

“You missed out,” the husky voice replied on the other end. “I was getting changed. You could’ve seen me in my bra and panties.”

I laughed a little. “Doesn’t mean I won’t get the chance again.”

Lizzy chuckled before letting out a soft moan. “The way you made me feel outside earlier?” she shot back. “Most definitely. I’m still wet from that, you know.”

I choked back a groan as I felt my cock lurch in my pants. “Really now …”

“It’s all I can do not to shove my hand down my pants while I’m driving.”

Again, I laughed. “That … doesn’t sound like it’d be too safe.” Never mind the fact that I was starting to fight that very temptation myself.

“Oh, I’ve done it before.”

My mouth hung open in stunned silence. I could feel the head of my cock throbbing against my seatbelt at this point, and I wanted to pull over and whip it out right at that moment. I heard Lizzy laugh at my silence. “What’s the matter?” she asked coyly. “Was it something I said?”

I cleared my throat before speaking again. “If I was over there, you wouldn’t need to take such dangerous measures.”

“Really. And what would you be doing?”

“Well,” I began, wishing I had a hands-free set for my phone. This hard-on was almost getting unbearable and I still had about 20 minutes to go before I got home. “I’d start with that neck thing. You seemed to like that.

“Then, while I’m doing the neck thing, I’d slowly take off all your clothes … that way, when I’m fondling those tits of yours, I can pinch the nipple and my other hand can slide between your legs and play with your hot pussy. Make you cum before I ever fuck you.”

There was a silence on the other end for a split second before I heard Lizzy moan softly. The noise sent another jolt to my rigid shaft and even if I couldn’t stroke it right at this moment, I at least had to free it. So I undid the tie on the front of my sweatpants and pulled them down to let my cock free, glancing down to see precum dotting the head as I sat at a red light.

“Mmmm, do that and I might have to reward you. Push you onto the couch before getting on my knees and swallowing your shaft. Take you all the way in … I wondered how you tasted when you were pressed against me.”

Pulling onto the interstate, I licked my lips and groaned. I’d been wondering nearly the same thing, only on my end it was how my shaft would feel surrounded by her warm, moist lips. türkçe bahis And what her tits would look like covered in my release.

I was determined to find out, too.

“Bet you’re hard, aren’t you?” she asked with a little bit of a smirk in her voice, almost like she knew what she was doing to me. I heard her let out a soft moan, telling me she did indeed have a hand down her pants while she was driving. “Can’t wait to grab that shaft and tug on it, jack off thinking of fucking me until you blow?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” was honestly the only thing I could say at this point.

Lizzy chuckled, her laugh darker than before. It wasn’t a dangerous laugh, just one that told me the right buttons were being pushed. I could tell without seeing her she was wet, and somehow I just knew that as she flew down the interstate, she had one hand working her sweet little clit.

“I would,” she finally said with a sharp gasp. She was getting closer. “I want you lying on your bed tonight, completely naked. I want that shaft throbbing in your hand, I want you spitting on it, making it nice and wet – but not nearly as wet as my pussy would make it. Stroke, stroke, just stroke that fucking cock until you blow your load.

“I want you pasted in your own cum … all because of me.”

I was speechless. I was glad I decided not to touch my throbbing member yet, because if I had, I would’ve likely lost control and swerved a bit. And considering I passed a state trooper on the side of the road at that moment, I was thankful for my restraint – even if it was becoming almost impossible.

“I think I’d like it better if your tits were pasted in my cum,” I managed through a husky voice. Breathing was difficult and I could feel it getting warmer in my car. My body was on fire, all from the mere words she spoke. If it was this intense now, what would the real thing be like?

“Mmmmmm,” I heard her coo. “We might have to try that.”

“What do you mean ‘might’?” I quipped, just in time to hear another soft moan on the other end. This one dragged out a bit, with a sharp increase in pitch at the end, and if sound were any indication, Lizzy was writhing in the seat of her car.

It was almost like something out of a porn movie, and certainly kinkier than anything I’d ever experienced outside a chat room. I’d had my fair share of sex, but nothing anywhere near this raw.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure how long I would make it – and I wasn’t even touching myself yet.

I could feel the precum leaking down my shaft as I reached my exit, pulling off to the right with the phone stuck to my ear. Again, I cursed my lack of hands-free set, listening to the moans and sighs on the other end. Lizzy moaned my name once, telling me she had two fingers buried in her warm slit before apparently lowering her phone for me to hear.

I could tell because for about 15 seconds I could hear nothing but soft slurping sounds. One moan was audible in the background, but that wet pussy was all I could hear. My cock jumped in excitement, and I thought I was gonna blow right then.

But I didn’t, and Lizzy brought the phone back to her ear. “Now imagine your cock in there instead of my fingers … I’d push you down onto the bed, get on top and show you a world you could only dream of … mmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

“Flip you over,” I began, my voice showing güvenilir bahis siteleri obvious signs of struggle as I fought with my arousal – or rather, my inability to act on it at the moment, “fuck your warm snatch, pound that hot little pussy and pull on your hair … you’d like that, wouldn’t you?

“You’d like being my cumslut.”

“Yes I would,” she whispered before another gasp filled my head. She moaned long and low in her throat, the sound building until she let out a yelp. “Oh god! I’m gonna cum!”

Pulling off into a dark parking lot, empty and with no lights, I undid my seat belt and put Lizzy on speaker phone. I groaned with release once I was finally able to wrap my hand fully around my cock, my thumb coated in precum.

“Cum for me, Lizzy … tell me how bad you want it.”

I’d worked my shirt over my head, so when I finally blew, I wouldn’t make a mess all over my clothes. I panted with each furious stroke of my wrist, my ears hanging on every word and moan coming from my phone.

Lizzy never really got to speaking any coherent words; rather, she filled my phone with unintelligible groans and heavy breathing before she screamed in a crescendo, and I could’ve sworn as my hand worked furiously over my shaft that I could hear the contractions in her pussy muscles.

It was one thing to hear Lizzy cum, but I almost felt as if I could feel her orgasm, even as she caught her breath, groaned and begged for me to cum next.

“Cum for me,” she cooed. “Cum for me and you get to lick my fingers clean.”

I licked my lips at the thought of what her juices tasted like, and before I knew it, the moment had finally arrived. I didn’t even get to announce it, but my release finally took over. My thighs quivered and with a groan so loud it surprised even me, my cock shot all its juices. My chest and the steering wheel took the brunt of my load as I came, my body shaking as I slowed my strokes, eventually just sitting in the seat trying to catch my breath.

As my breathing returned to normal, so did my sense of hearing. I heard Lizzy chuckle to herself over the phone before she added a “Mmmmmmmmmmm” to it.

“Bet you made quite the mess,” she said as I turned off speaker phone.

“My poor steering wheel,” I whispered into the phone, still struggling to find oxygen.

“Well,” Lizzy answered in her husky voice, “tomorrow night you can cum all over my tits. When you get off work, come to my place.”

I was again left speechless. Did Lizzy just tell me to go to her place to fuck her? And ask me to cum on those considerable tits, to boot? It took me a moment to realize it was real – one of the side effects of a four-year dry spell – but once I came to, I hastily agreed.

“We’ll have all night, too,” she offered. “But for now, I need to let you go, cause I just got to work.

“Get your rest, okay?”

Before I could answer the line went dead, and I was left by myself in the car with no shirt on and a steering wheel covered in jizz. I grabbed a napkin out of the glove box to clean up the mess before driving the five minutes I had left to get home, where I was sure I would promptly fall asleep.

How could I not after an orgasm that intense?

But when I got home and into bed, I realized I couldn’t sleep; I was too busy thinking of the night ahead, what it would be like to slide into Lizzy’s moist cavern for the first time. Before I knew it, I was hard again, and I tugged one last shot out before finally drifting off to sleep.

The first day of November was going to be one hell of a ride.

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Stepping out of the shower, only John’s smile and twinkle in his eye remained dirty. He was so looking forward to that evening – his party, his chance to impress. He’d bought new clothes for the evening, had his hair trimmed, pampered himself more than normal when showering. John had never been a ladies man, although streetwise and handsome, he had never taken the opportunities that had presented themselves, he had not yet lost his virginity. But tonight would be different.

With their parents on holiday and the college summer holidays looming, John and his sister had organised a party at their home. There was never any fear of the party getting out of hand, at 23 John was quite mature and picked his friends carefully. Karen, younger than her brother by just 14 months, was always a little bit of a wild child, but was unlikely to ruin anything for John. Karen had too much respect for her older brother. Both had found difficulty in their younger years as their father’s profession involved much upheaval, the family never really settling in one part of the country until John was 15, Karen 13. They’d remained close, sharing interests and a large circle of joint friends.

It was one of those within the large circle of friends that John had his eye on, and the feeling was mutual. One friend of Karen virtually threw herself at John everytime they met, and John had made sure she’d be at the party.

Soon the evening was upon them, the party in full swing. And then there she was, Lauren. John felt a tremor run through his body. He didn’t want to appear too keen, but didn’t want to waste the chance either. As John drank and chatted to other friends he went over in his mind just how he was going to make love to this beauty. But John’s heart dropped as he watched Lauren flirt with other guys, he got another beer, tried to talk to her, failed, and got another beer. Then Lauren made her move.

Leading John into Karen’s bedroom, Lauren seductively closed the door behind her and leaned back. John needed no more invitation and they began to kiss, and explore each others bodies, pulling off what clothing they could. Semi-clad, they jumped into the bed and kissed wildly, John began to finger Lauren, as much for his own education as her enjoyment, she showed him just where she wanted to be touched and he rubbed and fingered happily. But John wanted more, but his cock wouldn’t play ball, it just wasn’t hard, he tried to force it into Lauren’s pussy. Lauren protested, John tried again, and Lauren told him to stop. Lauren persuaded John just to finger her, kiss her for now – John obliged, he rubbed furiously upon her, kissing her neck, her chest, feeling her tits, and pulling at his own cock to make it hard, but nothing! John and Lauren both fingered and rubbed Lauren’s cunt, panting, smiling, sweating. Reaching her climax, Lauren’s body buckled, she groaned, smiled and kissed John – and John just lay there limp. After both had tried and failed to spark some life into John’s cock Lauren quickly got up, dressed again and left John with his thoughts. The feelings of embarrassment and guilt gave way to the exhaustion and drink induced tiredness and John drifted off to sleep.

Becoming aware of a presence in the room John awoke. His first reaction was to be startled by the surroundings, of course it was his sister’s room. Karen was the presence he had felt. She was checking that he was OK. He assured her he was fine and apologised for being in her bed. Karen told John most of the guest had left now. John asked if Lauren had said anything, Karen told him she had said he was “really cute”. John told Karen what had happened, without detail.

Karen placed a hand on her brothers shoulder and kissed his forehead sympathetically. John almost got a facefull of Karen’s chest as she leaned over, then got a flash of her legs as her skirt rode up. “Oh Great” cried John in a sarcastic tone, “What?” question a puzzled Karen, “Now I get a stiffy!” John dryly stated shooting daggers at his sister, then laughed. Karen joked that she’d get Lauren back if he wanted and left John to get dressed again.

With their guests gone, the house tidied, Karen went to bed. John sat illegal bahis watching some night-time show on the television, running over his experience in his mind time and time again. Filling up his glass with another brandy he slumped down in the chair and looked at his watch, “Karen’s room” he thought has he realised it was missing. He sipped his drink, flicked through the channels and settled for some very soft porn film – usual crap, it did nothing for him. John left his drink and headed for his room.

Going up the stairs he saw the bathroom light go on and door close , with Karen in there he’d pop in to her room and pick up his watch. As he went to open the her bedroom door he thought “why is it closed?”, if Karen was in the bathroom, why was her door still closed. He went to his parents room, no-one was there, nor the spare room and no-one was downstairs, he’d checked that before going upstairs. He went into his room, Lauren lay asleep in the bed, John was confused. He was considering his options when he heard the toilet flush and bathroom door open – John braced himself for an argument with who-ever this was, then out walked Stevie, Karen’s ex-boyfriend, he patted John on the shoulder and whispered “She’s mine” as he walked past John towards the awakening Lauren.

John closed the door, smiled to himself about Lauren and went to tell Karen straight away. Karen appeared to be asleep, John crept over and picked up his watch and crept back to the door. Karen said “Wait”. “Hold me” she pleaded as John walked back in. He closed the door and sat by his sister in the dark. Karen told John that she knew her ex was sleeping with Lauren, she began to cry and John just held her. Composing herself, Karen wiped her eyes and said Lauren was welcome to Stevie, “He was crap” she laughed “A cave-man would have had a better idea of what a woman likes”. They sat back on the bed, shoulder to shoulder, “Tell me everything about you and Lauren tonight, in detail” Karen demanded, John was keen to relay it again.

John whispered his story to his sister, Karen sat back, eyes closed and smiling as she listened, pulled her night-dress over her knees as she drew her legs into her body cradling herself. Karen yawned, John said he’d leave, but she insisted on hearing the whole story. Karen made herself comfortable, head on her pillows, lying on her side, back to John. Continuing his tale John lay beside his sister, put an arm around her, and placed a hand on Karen’s stomach. Karen didn’t stir. Through the night-dress John began to circle his fingers gently on her stomach, illustrating his sexual experience. He froze, realising what he was doing. As he stopped, Karen moved, took John’s hand in her hand and showed him just exactly where she liked to be touched.

Karen pushed her night-dress up a little, her pussy now being massaged by her brother, his breath warm on the back of her neck, a warm hand on her shoulder, feeling his cock hard in his trousers as he pressed into her small body. Karen bucked her body against John’s, she took John’s hand and guided it to the crack of her pussy, and moaned as his fingers explored her moist hole. A kiss was planted on the back of her neck, his tongue flicked behind an ear. Karen gasped at the attention she was receiving, it had never been this lovingly before. John’s fingers worked inside and outside Karen for several minutes before she began to pant more heavily, John’s fingers increased in pace , delved deeper and finally Karen drew her legs up to her body and gently moved John’s hand from her sore, wet pussy.

Karen turned to her brother, he had a broad smile on his face, she responded by mirroring the expression, tucked her hair behind her ears, sat on her knees and began to unbuckle John’s belt. John eagerly slid his trousers and boxer shorts off, Karen pulled her night-dress off to reveal to her brother the small but perfectly formed breasts. Childlike, John cupped one of Karen’s tits and gently played with it in fascination, circling the nipple with a fingertip time and time again. Karen watched her brothers face as she straddled him, John’s eyes were drawn to his cock being taken in Karen’s hand, as she lowered herself illegal bahis siteleri onto his cock. The cold, uneasy feeling that John was trying to suppress was drowned in the sticky heat that came over him as his cock slide up the warm, damp velvet-like hole. John grabbed Karen by the waist, Karen placed her hands on his chest. she rode him, he lay there in fascination, wanting to thrust his cock deeper and deeper but not wanting to ruin the moment for Karen. Karen lowered her upper body over John’s, he grabbed her back, feeling her from the crack of her ass to the back of her neck, running his fingertips all over her, catching one of his sister’s tits in his mouth and sucking on her. Moaning and panting, Karen reached back and squeezed on John’s balls lightly, wriggled on him and closed her pussy muscles around his shaft. John had been desperate to come since the first second, finally he tensed his body, gripped the sheets and came inside Karen. She slumped over him as they both panted and began to kiss.

Karen pulled the covers up, right over them, she remained straddling her brother as his cock remained hard, they giggled, kissed gently and touched each other. Their hearts and pulses raced. John whispered he should go, Karen agreed, then shit! The door opened slowly on them, John grabbed a pillow to obscure his face, Karen lay right on top of him. It was Lauren “Shit! I thought you were alone -I’m off, a taxi has just arrived” and the door closed. Karen and John lay perfectly still, they heard two voices fade downstairs and the main door close.

Grabbing her dressing gown Karen rushed to her parents room to see Lauren and Stevie climb into the taxi and leave. She rushed down to lock the door again. Upstairs, John once again checked that no-one was remaining before going down to join his sister. They looked at each other and fell about laughing. Together they headed back to Karen’s bed to catch some well earned rest.

Saturday morning was almost gone by the time Karen got up. John was already up, as he ate breakfast he felt full of guilt, not regretting what he and his sister had done, but worried about Karen’s reaction in the cold light of day. Eventually he heard Karen upstairs and waited for her reaction. There was nothing to fear. Karen sat beside John and drank her coffee. He raised his head and saw the beautiful young woman that his sister was. They sat facing each other, John and Karen held hands as they discussed what they’d done and what their next moves would be, both wanted to keep this illicit affair burning. Feeling comfortable with her brother, Karen was eager to experiment sexually, John on the other hand just wanted to fuck!

“First thing first” Karen said to her brother. She went to the sofa with John following. Sitting sideways facing each other Karen said “You kiss funny, you need some practise.” They joked about how John kissed and then Karen placed a hand on the side of her brothers face and showed him how she kissed. John was quick to pick this up, soon Karen was letting him know this was better by kissing her brother more deeply, letting her hands roam his body as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Karen let John ease her onto her back on the sofa and they lay kissing, touching, feeling. Karen’s lips were growing numb but the rest of her body was alive. She eased her skirt up, John kept kissing his sister but took his weight off her to allow her to do this, and then she eased her tights down a little. John placed a hand on the exposed satin knickers and cupped them, Karen clenched her legs together trapping John’s hand, forcing him to use his fingers on her. He didn’t fail to please. Karen unbuttoned John’s jeans and pushed them down, his cock was already firm inside his tight boxer shorts, she rubbed on his length before slipping it out. Karen then parted her legs sending her brother a message which he understood.

Only then did the kissing stop. John sat up and looked down on his sister’s small body and pulled her knickers down gently, gathered her tights his hands too and pulled both garments down to the ankles. John touched his sisters bush again, gazing at it as if it was a picture in canlı bahis siteleri a magazine. Karen held out a hand, encouraging her brother to come to her, again the brother and sister lovers began to kiss and John lowered himself to Karen. With John between her legs, Karen slid one hand to his cock, one hand to her pussy and guided her brother into her. They broke their kiss as they each gasped, and John fucked and fucked and fucked his sister.

10 minutes later, order and clothes restored they went on to more becoming behaviour for brother and sister. John went off to meet friends, Karen chatted with her friends over the phone. As was quite usual, the group of friends met up in a bar in the evening, knowing smiles were exchanged between Karen and John, but soon enough the normal pattern of events was seen. The boys being boys were trying to impress the girls with their lude suggestions and innuendo’s, the girls being girls, flirted but rose above their counterparts level. In front of the girls the boys said what their fantasy would be with each of the girls. At John’s turn, he eyed all 4 girls including his sister, nodded and said 2 words “School uniforms” – the rest of the guys all responded eagerly and agreed “especially Karen”. Closing time came, Karen and John resisted appeals from friends to have another party at their house, and made all began to make their way home.

Reaching home, John locked the house up, Karen made coffee. “You really are the most beautiful girl of all your friends” John stated as he joined his sister in the kitchen. “You really need to sober up” joked Karen, needlessly John protested he was serious. He was so turned on as he looked at his sister sipping her coffee. She sat seductively on the table, feet on chair, knees together but short skirt riding high, John was aware to was staring at Karen but could do nothing about it, Karen too became aware of John’s fixation and played on the fact.

Placing her coffee aside, Karen leaned back a little on the table and moved her legs slightly apart. John stepped over beside his sister and pulled the chair away, forcing Karen to pull herself further over the table. Coffee flavoured kisses were exchanged before Karen lay herself out on the table, her legs dangled over the side, John put his hands up her skirt, tucked his fingers into his sister’s tights and knickers and hauled them down and off. Karen was pulled into her brother, she wrapped her bare legs around him and watched as John dropped his trousers and boxer shorts. Karen sat up, parted her snatch and together they guided John’s cock into Karen’s wet hole.

Karen hung her arms around her brothers neck, he held his sisters small waist and fucked her on the table, Karen tried to thrust herself against John as the table creaked in rhythm. They kissed as the slowly screwed each other again, while doing so Karen unbuttoned her brothers shirt to feel his firm chest. John eased Karen from him and pulled her tight black top off to see those prefect little tits in her bra before removing that too. Now as he fucked his sister, kissing her, John gently fondled one of her tits.

But John wanted it all, he wanted to watch his cock slide up his sister’s cunt – he pushed Karen back on the table, in the stretched out position Karen’s little tits almost disappeared, he studied her face, panting, sucking on a finger, rubbing her clit. John found the sight of Karen like this, with only her skirt crumpled around her waist, highly erotic. He held his sister by the legs and watched as he fucked her faster, delighting in the view of his cock pushing into Karen. The panting, the groaning, the creaking of the table reached a climax along with John as he sunk into the chair to his side.

Karen lay panting, motionless, legs dangling, skirt crumpled. She turned to face John and smiled. “Family meals will never be the same again” she laughed as she slid off the table, fixed her skirt and pulled her top back on.

They headed off to bed together, cuddling each other as they went over the past 24 hours. John decided to get philosophical and question the rights or wrongs of what they done. Karen cursed her brother and told him now wasn’t the time for those thoughts and they’d talk tomorrow.

John joked that he wondered what tomorrow will bring, Karen switched out the bedside light, turned her face in the dark to her brother and whispered two words: “School Uniform.”

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It’s Saturday afternoon during a home wrestling meet. It’s late February and very cold outside. Frida (25 yrs.) is a voluptuous Latina (36-24-36) who sits in a chair on the gym floor. She takes off her wool jacket. She’s wearing a thick sweater with no bra. Her tits jiggle underneath and her black hair drops loose. A press pass hangs around her neck. She pulls out her “Nikon” digital camera while looking at the floor competition.

Caiden (19 yrs.) stands at 5’10” and weighs 157 lbs. He competes for the out-of-town team. He’s wearing his wrestling suit and head gear. Frida watches him walk toward her.

He approaches, but steps to her left. He says, “Excuse me.”

His body bends over and his hand pulls out keys from his sport bag. Frida watches his round buttocks. He turns and runs toward his beautiful girlfriend. He gives her those keys and they kiss each other. Caiden jogs over to the other side of the gym to get ready for his wrestling match.

Frida takes pictures of him who notices his natural sleepy eyes. They make him look boyish.

She says, “Damn, he has a girlfriend.”

Caiden’s hand is raised as the winner of his match. He shakes his opponent’s hand and walks off the floor. He heads toward the locker room, but stops before he enters the door. His body illegal bahis turns around and strides toward Frida who smiles at him.

He approaches her and she says, “Congrats on your win.”

“Thanks, I got my points. Excuse me,” he smiles. He reaches down and grabs his sport bag. His body turns and carries the bag away. She watches his round buttocks.

Inside the locker room. Caiden sits down on the bench in front of his locker. He finished his shower and wipes his wet hair. His hand reaches inside his sport bag and pulls out a digital camera. He looks around and a piece of paper falls to the floor. His fingers pick it up and he reads it, “Photos of you on the mat — I’m at university Hotel off campus — Room 125 — Frida.”

The first photos in that camera are of Frida who is nude. He smiles, “She’s the Latina sitting in that chair. Damn, great tits.”

Late Saturday night inside Frida’s Hotel room. The curtains are closed halfway. The heater below has fogged up the window. The only light comes from the big screen TV which plays ESPN. The volume is low.

The TV light shines over the naked bodies of Caiden and Frida. She lays on her back with her legs spread open on the bed. He lays on top of her with his chest pressing against her tits. His fingers pinch her illegal bahis siteleri left nipple.

His 7-inch cock is buried inside her black pussy. His round buttocks clench with each deep, slow thrust. Her flat “brown” stomach meets up with his “white” tight abdominals. He kisses her lips, then her chin and her neck.

She responds, “Dios mio (oh god)…. Unnhh…. Unnhh…. Siente bien (feels good)!!”

His lips cover hers as their tongues fight each other. Their hot bodies keep thrusting against each other.

“Unnhh…. Caiden…. Asi (like that)…. Unnhh…. Tan bueno (so good).!” she says.

He doesn’t stop while he thrusts in real slow. He kisses her neck and keeps pinching her nipple.

She groans, “Unnnhh…. Dios (god)…. Unnhh…. Tan profundo (so deep)…. Dios mio (oh god).!!”

Caiden picks up his pace and thrusts faster. His buttocks bounce.

She replies, “Uh-Unnh..Unh..Uh-Uh..Mmm..Dios (god)..Unnh.!!”

His body stops and Caiden explodes, “Uuuuuuuuuhh.! Mmmmmm.! Fuck.!!”

His cock pulls out and Caiden rolls onto his back.

20 minutes later. The big screen TV still plays ESPN. The volume is turned off though. The window is still fogged up by the heat inside that Hotel room. The TV light shines over the naked canlı bahis siteleri bodies of Frida and Caiden on the bed.

Both of them are in the “doggy-style” position. She is leaning on her hands placed on the bed. Her black hair has fallen over her face. He is kneeling behind her with his hands wrapped around her brown hips. Caiden looks down at his cock that is buried inside of her black pussy.

He thrusts long and slow with his mouth dropped open. Her hot cunt is ecstasy.

She groans, “Dios mio (oh god)…. Asi (like that)…. Asi…. Caiden…. No me jodas (fuck me).!!”

His eyes watch his hard shaft sliding in and out slowly. He whispers, “Fuck baby.”

Frida drops her head as her tits jiggle. She succumbs to his strong hands pulling back on her hips.

She moans, “Caiden…. No te paras (don’t stop)…. Dios (god)…. Dios.!!”

He still looks down at his hard shaft while his black crotch hits her black crotch.

Frida grips the bed sheets and lifts her head up as her hair falls over her face.

“Caiden.! Caiden.! Ya voy (I’m coming).! Ya voy.! Uh-Uhhhhhhhh!! Uhhhhh!!!” she screams.

He replies, “I’m almost there too.!”

His hands grip her hips harder and begins thrusting faster. Frida drops to her elbows.

She says, “Uhh..Uh..Uhhh..Uh-Uhh.!!”

He pushes inside one last time and explodes, “Uuuuuuuuuhh.! Fuuuckk me.!!”

Caiden falls down onto his hands, but keeps his cock inside of her.

He whispers, “I wanna stay inside you all night.”

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This story is based on true events, and all characters are 18 at the time the story took place (The names of the characters have been changed to protect the identities of everyone involved). Any feedback or comments are welcome.

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Late one summer night, while on a long road trip with his family, Christian suggested that they get a hotel room because everyone was tired and no one was in any condition to drive.

Christian was the older of 2 children at age 20. He was about 6′ 4″ tall, had short blonde hair, brown eyes, and was muscular and athletic. His younger brother, Bill was 18, 5′ 9″ tall, had short brown hair, brown eyes, and was slightly heavier than his brother Christian. Their mother was Susan, a 45 year old, with an amazing body. She was 5′ 4″ tall, had long blonde hair, brown eyes, a pair of 36DD’s, and a nice ass. Mike was her husband and the boys’ father. Mike was 47 years old, was 6′ 0″ tall, had black hair, brown eyes, and was starting to gain some wait, due to lack of exercise recently.

The family had been in the car for over 14 hours when they saw a nice, small, quiet looking hotel called “The Lover’s Inn”. They pulled into the hotel hoping for 3 separate rooms, but unfortunately, the hotel only had 1 open room, room 30, a room with 2 queen sized beds. Christian and Bill thought it would be awkward sleeping in the same bed in a hotel called “The Lover’s Inn” The family said the room was fine and they would take it.

When the family got to the room, Christian noticed the room number was in Roman Numerals and laughed because it was room XXX. Everyone wanted to take a shower, relax, and get some sleep, before getting back in the car the next day. Since there was only one shower, they had to take turns, letting Mike go first.

While Mike took his shower, everyone else found something for themselves to do. Bill found the sports highlights on the television and watched them. Christian got out his laptop and kept quiet, while Susan sat and looked at a magazine.

After 10 minutes, Susan got bored of reading her magazine, and didn’t want to watch the sports highlights. She dug through her suitcase and found a deck of playing cards.

“Do you guys want to play poker instead of sitting in front of the TV and your laptop?” Susan asked the boys.

“Sure, I will play,” Bill said as he turned off the television.

“Nah, I think I will pass. I am already playing poker on my laptop,” Christian said as he continued playing on his laptop.

“But that isn’t real poker, and you can’t win any money playing that,” Susan said trying to get Christian to play.

“But I have something better to play for then money on my laptop,” Christian said.

“What is there to win that is better than money?” Bill asked.

“I could see illegal bahis this girl naked if I win, I am playing strip poker,” Christian answered.

Susan looked at her son, surprised he was playing strip poker.

“Well, we could play strip poker if you like,” Susan said.

“What?” asked Christian as he looked up from his laptop in shock?

“Yeah, come on, it will be fun. It’s not like we haven’t seen nudity before. Why not?” Susan asked.

“Alright, fine.” Christian said as he closed his laptop and put it away.

“Wait, I don’t know how to play strip poker,” Bill said.

“The rules are simple,” Christian explained, “5 cards are dealt to each player, each player can then exchange as many cards as they like. The person with the worst hand loses and has to take off an article of clothing.”

“Alright, sounds easy enough,” Bill said.

Just as the cards were about to be dealt, Mike returned to the room, having finished his shower.

“Hey, what game are you guys going to play?” Mike asked.

“Strip poker,” Susan replied, “Would you like to play?”

“Yeah, I would, but I feel like I have to little clothes on,” Mike says, since he is only wearing a pair of boxers.

“Alright,” Susan says, “Everyone make sure you have on 8 articles of clothing, so we are all evenly dressed.”

Mike and Bill put more clothes on to get to the 8 pieces needed, while Susan and Christian sit waiting.

“Are we all ready to start playing?” Susan asked.

“Yes, we are ready,” Mike, Christian, and Bill replied in unison.

Susan dealt the cards to everyone and the game began. Bill lost the hand to Mike and took off his shoe. The first hands were all similar with everyone taking off the insignificant clothes, like the shoes and socks.

After about 15 hands or so, Mike was in a t-shirt, jeans, and his boxers. Bill was in a sweatshirt, a t-shirt, jeans, and his boxers. Christian was in his socks, a t-shirt, an undershirt, shorts, and his boxers. Susan was in her shirt, jeans, and her bra and panties.

Susan suggested that they took a 5 minute break, so everyone could use the bathroom. After 5 minutes, everyone was back and ready to play again.

Susan dealt the cards and Christian lost, so he took off one of his socks. The cards were dealt again, and Christian lost again, so he took off his other sock.

“Two hands in a row? What the hell?” Christian asked.

As the next hand finished, Christian was glad to see that he didn’t lose. Bill did. Bill took off his sweatshirt. The next hand was dealt and Christian knew he was going to win. He had three Queens in his hand! Susan lost the hand and took off her shirt, revealing her 36DD boobs in just a black lace bra. The guys all stared at her boobs while she dealt the next hand.

Mike was the next one to lose and illegal bahis siteleri he took of his t-shirt, showing his muscular, but heavier body. The next 2 hands Bill lost, leaving him in just his boxers. As Bill took off his jeans, Susan stared at the tent in his boxers by his cock. Bill was embarrassed of his body, because he was a little chunky, so he kept his head down, and kept quiet.

Christian lost the next hand on took off his t-shirt, showing his muscular body, covered by his undershirt. Susan then lost the hand and had to strip. She stood up slowly and began to dance while she took off her jeans. All the guys began to whistle as she seductively took off her jeans, revealing her long tan legs and matching black lace panties.

The next hand was dealt and Christian lost, so he took off his undershirt, revealing his toned body. He had an amazing 6 pack, large pecks, big shoulders, and muscular arms to match. As Christian showed his toned upper body, Susan licked her lips as she stared at him. Mike and Bill felt embarrassed and jealous, because they didn’t have a body like Christian.

The next hand was dealt and Mike lost. He took off his jeans and stood in just his boxers, where his bulge was quiet visible. Susan just smiled and giggled.

The game then got very serious because everyone knew that within a few hands, one or more of them would be naked. Bill and Mark had only there boxers left. Christian had his shorts and his boxers. Susan had her bra and panties left.

At the end of the next hand, it was Bill who lost. He slowly stood up to take off his boxers. Susan watched intently to see his cock. Mike looked away, but Christian watched, because he was always curious about how big he was compared to other men.

Bill pulled his boxers off and revealed a decent sized 7 inch cock. Christian sort of chuckled at Bill’s size, while Susan had to stop herself from reaching out a touching it.

“Since I am naked, what do I do now?” Bill asked.

“We will take it easy on you,” Susan said, “You just need to stay naked and sit with us for the rest of the game.”

Susan lost the next hand and all eyes turned to her as she stood up. She turned around so her back faced the guys as she unhooked her bra. She let the bra fall to the ground as she covered her boobs with her hands and turned back around.

“Awwwww, come on Mom,” Bill said, “I got naked without covering up, you should too!”

Susan slowly moved her hands away from her boobs and showed everyone her large breasts and pink puffy nipples. The guys stared at her boobs with their mouths open.

The next hand was dealt and Christian lost. He stood up and took off his shorts. As he pulled his shorts down, everyone could see a huge bulge forming in his boxers. Susan licked her lips as she could not wait to see canlı bahis siteleri how big Christian really was.

The next hand, Mike lost. Susan stared at her husband, waiting to see his cock. Bill looked away, not wanting to see his father naked yet, and again Christian watched as a man got naked to compare his size. When Mike pulled down his boxers, his big 10 inch cock sprung free. Christian was impressed with his father’s size, and knew he had a bigger cock than his father.

“Last hand!” Susan shouted, “Get ready to get naked like your brother and father Christian.”

“Yeah right, in your dreams,” Christian answered cockily.

Susan dealt the cards to herself and her son. Christian looked at his cards and was happy, but still traded in 2 cards. What he got back in return, was a Queen high straight.

“There is no way you are going to beat me Mom,” Christian exclaimed.

“Really?” Susan asked, “Then let’s see your hand.”

Christian revealed his Queen high straight and smiled.

“HAHAHAHA!” Susan chuckled as she laid down her four Kings.

The smile quickly vanished from Christian’s face as he realized he lost. He then slowly got up, put his thumbs in his waistband, and began to take his boxers.

“Wait,” Susan said grabbing his hands, “I want to take off your boxers and see my prize.”

Christian took his hands out of his waistband and put them in the air. “Go ahead Mom.”

Susan wasted no time at all as she quickly pulled Christian’s boxers to the floor. As she pulled down his boxers, Christian big, 10 inch cock sprung free and hit Susan in the face. She smiled when it hit her, but was surprised that he was only semi-hard.

“Wow, still not fully erect? I think I can fix that,” Susan said as she wrapped her hand around Christian’s thick shaft. She continued stroking Christian until he got hard. She thought that his cock must be at least 12 inches long.

“How big is your cock Christian?” She asked.

“It is 14 inches long I think.” He answered.

Susan then motioned Mike and Bill over to her. She grabbed Bill’s cock in one hand, Mike’s cock in another, and began to lick Christian’s cock. She increased her pace on all three men and began to deep throat Christian. Bill’s knees began to buckle as he screamed and shot his load. Mike’s knees buckled next and he shot his load also. Christian’s knees buckled almost 2 minutes later as he shot his load all over his mother’s face, boobs, and in her mouth.

Susan looked around and noticed Mike and Christian were still hard, so she got up, took her panties off and let Mike fuck her pussy while Christian fucked her ass. Christian and Mike matched each other’s rhythm so that Susan would be pounded by them almost simultaneously. All three of them came at the same time and they all slowly stopped.

The guys looked at each other, then at Susan and they laughed at the sight of her covered in all of their cum.

The rest of the night was filled with talking and more sex. They are all sure that they will never forget “The Lover’s Inn” or room XXX.

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When my wife Jeannie passed away two years ago, I was devastated. Never mind that she was a beautiful woman-mind, body and soul, and just thirty-eight years old. We were happily raising two strapping, wonderful boys, aged seven and nine. I did the only thing I could do: I put their needs first. I’ve been mother and father, friend and advisor, doctor and teacher to them. I made sure that my boys adjusted as well as possible to their loss, and I think they’ve come out fine. Thanks to all our love and efforts, and the help of grandparents, friends and a caring community, we’ve all made it through; sadder, of course, but grateful that our family has survived in one piece. That’s why it came as such a shock to me when I recently found some old feelings coming to the surface again, at a cub scout meeting, of all places.

The first time I saw Annette she brought a lump to my throat. She’s about five foot-six with auburn hair, piercing blue eyes and the kind of lips that just beg to be kissed. Her breasts, although not large, were perfectly shaped and looked to be really firm, the kind that stand up even without the aid of a bra. The other mothers at the meeting paled by comparison.

As luck would have it, our groups were assigned to work together on scout project. I’m no homewrecker, so I kept some distance from her at first.

Standing next to each other, though, Annette and got to talking. I found out that she’s divorced, the mother of one son. She’s originally from Oklahoma, but has been living in the New York area for a few years and likes it here. Her soft Oklahoma accent made her even more attractive in my eyes, like a lovely western flower. We hit it off nicely, and when the meeting ended both wound up going our separate ways.

Fortunately, there was a Cub Scout picnic about a month later that we both attended. It was then that I saw Annette’s legs, and let me tell you, I was drooling. She was wearing a tank top, short, rather tight denim cut-offs and high-heeled sandals. I must confess I’m a leg man from way back.

A nice set of legs just makes my mouth water, and Annette’s legs were the kind I like best. Not skinny, but solid, with large, muscular calves that flexed every time she got on her tiptoes to see over the heads of the boys. They’re the kind of legs I used to just love to stick my face between, but hadn’t in so very long.

As I walked up from behind, I think she caught me staring, though I’m not sure. Annette turned to greet me with an enthusiastic hug and a kiss on the cheek. We sat and talked for a while as the scouts played. Finally, I told her that I had been out of the dating loop for so many illegal bahis years that I forgot how to ask, but I wanted to know if she’d be interested in taking in dinner and a movie with me.

At first she looked down, somewhat shyly, and I was sort of embarrassed that I had asked. But then to my surprise Annette looked up with a big Oklahoma smile and said she’d love to go out. I felt like I was back in college again!

The evening of our date, I showered, shaved and put on my favorite cologne. Although I’m forty-one, I’ve kept myself in very good shape with diligent weight lifting and aerobic sessions with the stair stepper and punching bag. At five-foot ten, I’m a muscular, solid one hundred eighty-five pounds. Also, sex has always been very important to me. Watching porn tapes and reading erotic literature have helped maintain my strong sex drive. After dropping the kids off at my folks for the evening, I was excited to pick Annette up and start our big night out.

Annette looked lovelier than I had hoped, in a sheer, tight-fitting summer dress with spaghetti straps and those legs! With stockings and high heels, they were just breathtaking. She complimented me on the way I looked too, so I was feeling confident. On the way to dinner, I had the top down on the Mercedes The night was warm and inviting. Her son was away at camp for a week, so we had no home responsibilities. I was ready to go.

After a light dinner with a great bottle of white wine and fun, engaging conversation, I asked Annette what movie she’d like to see. She replied that our conversation was so enjoyable she’d hate to sit in silence and stare at a movie screen. I suggested that since I had an empty house, we could sit in the den with a bag of microwave popcorn and more wine or beer. She just loved the idea and off we went. What a fun gal!

At my house, Annette kicked off her shoes and snuggled up to me. Drinking beers, we talked, laughed and sang. Then I gave her a thorough calf and foot massage. She probably had no idea how turned on I was getting. But then again, I had no idea how turned on she was becoming until she began to show signs of it. Annette soon began to moan softly as I massaged her. While I sang to her, she stopped talking and closed her brilliant blue eyes, She started to rhythmically move her hips and then I knew what was happening. After all, I’m no novice.

I began to massage further up her smooth, tan thighs. Annette offered no resistance at all. Instead, she moved closer to me and began to rub my chest and neck, first outside my shirt, then inside. Then we kissed. Oh, that first kiss. It had been so long since I’d illegal bahis siteleri kissed a woman. My lips trembled slightly but soon we had our rhythm going. We kissed passionately, and she licked my neck until it was wet. My cock was so hard it was pounding, believe me. My hand moved up her thigh and found her mound, and I began to massage it with my fingers. Annette was squirming around and writhing in pleasure.

Looking up, I could see her nipples clearly outlined beneath the thin fabric of her dress. Now, I know that nipples are a woman’s real hot button, so I began to encircle her nipples with my index fingers. Then I squeezed them gently.

By then Annette was getting really hot. She was moaning and sighing, speaking softly, “Oooh, that feels so good, honey. Mmmm, yes, right there.” I lowered the straps of her dress to reveal a beautiful set of tits. Slightly larger than I expected, they were crowned with small, pink nipples, which I would first lick, then blow on, while squeezing the other one. They got hard immediately.

She stood up, smiling seductively, and pulled her dress off. My God, what a body she had. Tight, athletic, with a flat, firm stomach, defined arms and shoulders and a beautiful, manicured pussy, shaved to perfection, I stood up and removed my clothes too, to Annette’s approving glances.

I laid her down on the couch and licked her from bottom to top. I started with the arches of her feet and lingered long on those delicious calves. Oh, what calves she had, so long and shapely, ending with delicate feet capped with dark red polished nails. By the time I got to her pussy, Annette was primed. I licked it up and down, making sure to move the clit hood out of the way so I could lick the entire shaft. Her button was fragrant and soft.

Annette was moaning and talking to me. When I began to lick her asshole, the talking got dirty. “Oh, yeah, lick it there. Lick it good, baby. Stick your tongue all the way up my asshole. Further!” she began to spur me on with more explicit instructions. I happily obeyed her wishes, “Now stick your finger in me, Ummm. In and out, yes, in and out. Oh, God!” Boy, for an Oklahoma flower, she sure could trash it up!

With everything that my mouth and my hand were doing to her, Annette experienced a shuddering orgasm, filling my mouth with delicious juices. By the time it was over, she was breathing heavily and actually starting to sweat. Even her sweat smelled sweet. Then she sat me down and began to return the favor.

As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing sexier than beautiful woman looking right into the eyes while she’s sucking your cock, and canlı bahis siteleri that’s exactly what Annette did with me. She expertly ran her tongue from my balls to the head of my dick, stopping to suck and then doing it over again.

Then she stroked my dick while licking my asshole.With a devilish grin, she licked her pinkie and gently inserted it into my butt. This is something my wife had never done. The sensation of her sucking my cock with her finger up my ass was so intense. I soon filled her mouth with warm semen, which she eagerly lapped up and swallowed. We had both enjoyed one orgasm, but the night was far from over.

After being without a woman for so long and then finding myself this rare delicacy, it didn’t take much for me to bring my hard-on back to life. A couple of minutes of kissing and fondling did the trick. I stood her up in front of me with her ass in my face while I sat down. The beauty of a woman’s body viewed from behind, her legs, ass and back, should never be under appreciated.

I began to lick the crack of her ass and the back of her legs behind the knees. At the same time, my thumb went into her pussy while her fingers danced along her clit. Annette was looking back at me over her shoulder, a look of utter surrender on her face. That look turned to sheer ecstasy when I inserted one of my fingers deep in her ass. She quite obviously loved it. Her body began to shake. Soon she begged me, “Will you give my ass a good, hard fucking, honey? Will you stick it in my ass? Please! I want you to fuck my ass.”

Soaking my stiff rod with her juices, I sat her down on top of me, my cock far up her ass, my hands squeezing her hard, erect nipples. Annette was shaking her head from side to side, her ass bouncing up and down on my dick as she furiously rubbed her pussy. “Whew, yes. Fuck my ass. It feels so good, baby. You are my man! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I couldn’t believe her talk, but it was arousing as hell, I must admit.

I joined in on the dirty talk after a while. “Do you like having my cock up your ass, darling? Do you like the way my prick feels in your asshole, baby?”

She answered, “Oh, yes, God, yes. I love having your cock up my asshole. Fuck my ass, honey.”

Wow! Her ass was so warm and tight, her perfume was so intoxicating. Eventually, I filled her gorgeous Okie butt to the brim with my come. She collapsed, spent, on top of me. We made love that way all through the night – moaning, talking dirty and coming all over each other.

And now, Annette has become my frequent companion. Our sons are friends, and we do lots of things together. While the little ones enjoy their sleepovers, Annette and I discreetly spend the night together, using vibrators and body oils to pleasure ourselves in so many ways. Annette’s a lovely lady, and a good fuck too. I guess you can find happiness more than once in a lifetime!

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