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Yeğenim Fatma ve Kocasına Seks Dersi Verdim! (Alın
Merhaba sevgili Seks Hikayeleri okuyucuları. Ben 54 yaşında evli bir bayanım. Yeğenim Fatma 23, kocası Cengiz 25 yaşında ve 3 yıllık evliler. Yeğenim bir gün bana geldiğinde, ağlayarak, evliliğinin bitmek üzere olduğunu anlattı. Kocası Cengizin kendisini hiç orgazm etmediğinden, sadece kendi zevkini yapıp bıraktığından, başka arkadaşlarının çok büyük zevkler yaşadığından, böyle giderse evliliğini bitireceğinden bahsederek, ne yapabileceğini sordu. Ben de, “Bekle kızım acele etme, bir doktora falan gidin!” dedim. Ama kocasının doktora gitmeye yaklaşmadığını anlattı. Ben, “Biraz daha sabret, her derdin bir çaresi vardır.” diyerek teselli etmeye çalıştım.

Aradan 15 gün kadar bir zaman geçti. Cengizin Bursadaki amcasının çok hasta olduğunu söylediler. Kocam da bana, “Ben izin alamıyorum, Cengizler gidiyor, sen de bizi temsilen onlarla git.” dedi. Sonuçta ben, Fatma ve Cengizle Bursa yoluna koyulduk. Bir gün sonrası da yıl başı gecesi. Bursaya vardık, hastayı hastanede kısa bir ziyaret ettikten sonra evlerine geldik. Evleri 3 katlı. Üst iki katlar Cengizin babasına ve hasta amcasına aitmiş. Alt katın sahibi Almanyada olduğu için, orayı bize tahsis ettiler. Biz biraz dinlendikten sonra ben Cengize, “Oğlum, biraz içecek al, bu gece yılbaşı gecesi…” dedim.

Cengiz bir büyük Rakıyla, bir şişe şarap ve meyva falan alarak geldi. Önce üst katta yemekler yendi, sonra biz izin isteyerek katımıza çekildik. Fatma sofrayı kurdu. Sohbet ederek içeceklerimizi de içmeye başladık. İkinci bardaklardan sonra ben Fatma ile Cengize, “Çocuklar evlilik nasıl gidiyor?” diyerek başladım. Fatma başladı yine ağlamaya. Cengiz bozuluyor Fatma anlattıkca. Ben de, “Oğlum, bu kız benim kızım sayılır, sen de oğlum sayılırsın, utanmanın gereği yok, mutlu olmak istemiyormusunuz?” dedim. Cengiz, “İstiyoruz halacığım, ama Fatma memnun olmuyor bir türlü.” dedi. Ben de, “Size yardımcı olabilirim, ama bu gece utanmak yok, itiraz yok, yalan yok, herşey açık açık konuşulacak ve ben ne dersem yapacaksınız! Eğer söz verir ve dediklerimi yaparsanız, ben sizin mutlu olmanızı sağlarım, size yardım ederim!” dedim. Cengiz itiraz edecek gibi oldu. Fatma ise, “Aşkım beni seviyorsan lütfen evet de! Yoksa böyle giderse senden ayrılacağım!” diyerek, Cengizi evet demek zorunda bıraktı.

Bu arada üçüncü bardakları da doldurduk, benle Cengiz Rakı, Fatma şarap içiyor. “Anlatın bakalım, nasıl bir sex yaşamınız var?” dedim. Fatma olduğu gibi anlattı. “Oğlum doğru mu?” dedim. “Evet halacığım, ama bu olmuyor, olamıyor!” dedi. Ben de, “Olmuyor diye birşey olamaz oğlum, bazı yöntemleri sen bilmiyor olabilirmisin?” dedim. “Hepsini biliyorum!” dedi. “Ama demek ki tam bilmiyorsun o zaman!” dedim. İkisi de çakır oldu bu arada, rahatlar yani. “Bu gece size ben yardımcı olacağım, ama bu gece burada yaşananlar burada kalacak, tamam mı?” dedim. Fatma tamam dedi. Cengiz sessiz kaldı. “Evet oğlum?” dedim. İstemeyerek de olsa, “Tamam halacığım…” dedi. Ben başladım, nasıl sevişilir, nasıl oral yapılır, kadın sekse nasıl hazırlanır gibi anlatmaya. İkisi de dikkatle dinliyorlar…

Epeyce anlattıktan sonra, “Uygulamak istermisiniz?” dedim. Bana tuhaf tuhaf baktılar. “Bakmayın öyle, ben bu gece öğretmen, siz öğrenci olacaksınız ve bunu bir ders gibi düşünün!” dedim. Kız, “Evet halacığım.” dedi. Ama oğlan, “Ben utanırım, olmaz öyle!” dedi. Kızdım, “Kız utanmıyor da, sen mi erkek olarak utanacaksın? Sendekinden kocamda ve oğlumda da var. 35 yıldır sende olanla oynuyorum ben!” dedim. Çekinerek o da tamam dedi, ama alkolün de etkisi var elbette. “O zaman Fatma sen başlat, ben ne dersem yapacaksınız ikiniz de! Kalk oğlanı yavaş yavaş soy! Oğlum sen de kıza aynısını yap, ama bu arada öpüşerek, sevişerek, birbirinizi okşayarak, acele etmeden yapın!” dedim. Biraz tereddütten sonra rahatladılar. Ben ne dersem yaparak, karşımda külotlarla kaldılar…

“Şimdi sevişin!” diyerek ben tarif ediyorum, onlar yapıyor. Bir süre bunları seviştirdim. İkisi de zevk almaya başladılar. Derken kıza, “Oğlanın yarağını okşayarak çıkart ve yavaş yavaş dondurma yalar gibi yala!” dedim. Kız yarağı çıkardı. İnanın keser sapı gibiydi oğlanın yarak. 15 cm kadar, ama sert, baştan dibe doğru kalınlaşan, harika bir yaraktı. Kıza dediğim gibi, taşaklarından yarağın başına, başından taşaklara kadar yalatıyordum. Oğlanın gözleri yumulup yumulup açılıyor. Kız acemi de olsa, dediklerimi yaptıkça kavrıyor. Yarak elinde, harika bir görüntü vardı. İnanın içim gitmedi değil o yarağa. Kız yaladıkça oğlan inliyordu. Sonra, “Oğlum şimdi sıra sende!” dedim. Kıza da, “Otur kanepeye!” dedim. Oğlana kızın külotunu çıkarttırdım. “Şimdi memelerini, kulak memelerini yalyarak, amını okaşayarak kızı iyice sev!” dedim. Dediğimi o da yapıyor. “Yalayarak şimdi amına in, orayı da yala!” dedim. Oğlan artık ne dersem yapıyor. Bu sefer kız gözler kapalı inlemeye başladı…

Ben hem tarif ediyor, hem izliyorum. Sonra, “69 olun şimdi!” dedim. Baktım, nasıl 69 olunacağını bilmiyorlar, oğlanı sırtüstü yatırdım, kızı da üzerine ters yatırdım, “Şimdi birbirinizinkini yalayın!” dedim. Yalamaya başladılar. “Ben bırakın deyinceye kadar yalayın!” dedim. Kızın başı ve oğlanın yarağı benden taraftaydı, harika bir manzara vardı karşımda. Oğlanda yarak çelik gibi oldu. Kız amının yalanmasından aldığı zevkle deli gibi yalıyordu oğlanın yarağını. Oğlana, “Sakın boşalma, boşalacağın zaman kızın ağzından yarağını çıkart, ama kızın amını yalamaya devam et!” dedim. Oğlan alkolün de etkisi ile uzun süre boşalmadan dayandı…

Bir süre 69’dan sonra, “Tamam, kalkın!” dedim, kalktılar. Kızı sırtüstü yatırdım. Oğlana, “Gel bakalım kızın önüne!” dedim. Cengiz kızın önünde diz çökerek o harika yarağı kızın amına doğrulttu. “Acele etme, şimdi yarağını tut kızın amcık yalağında yüzdür biraz!” dedim. Yüzüme bakıyordu. “Oğlum yarağının başını kızın amının dudakları arasında içine girmeden yüzdür!” dedim. Baktım dediğim gibi olmuyor, “Bir dakika…” dedim. “Anlaşıldı ben yardım edeceğim, kusura bakma!” diyerek, oğlanın onayını almadan yarağı aldım elime. İnanın o an heyecandan ölecektim. Harikaydı. Ateş gibi sıcak, çelik gibi sertti yarak. Kocamın ve oğlumunkinden sonra ilkkez bir yabancı yarak tutuyordum, ama şeytan içimi öyle dürtüyordu ki anlatamam…

Neyse ben yarağın başını elimle kızın amcık deresinde biraz yüzdürdüm, başı iyice ıslandı, am suyuyla yağlandı. Sonra yine kendi elimle kızın amına yarağın başını yavaşca soktum, oğlanın kalçasını diğer elimle yavaaaaşca iterek kızın içine tamamen sokturdum. Kız derin bir “Ooohhh!” çekti ki anlatamam. Sonra oğlana, “Bir süre bekle, yarağın amcık sıcaklığına alışsın!” diyerek beklettim. Yarağı kızın amcığında bir süre beklettikten sonra, “Şimdi bana bırak!” diyerek, oğlanın kalçalarını ve hatta zaman zaman taşaklarından tutarak, kızın amcığına giriş çıkışlarını ben idare ederek, kızı siktirmeye başladım. Oğlana sık sık, “Acele etme!” diyorum. “Boşalma durumun olursa dur!” diyerek, kızı 15-20 dakika kadar siktirdim. Bu arada Fatma 2 kez orgazm oldu, evet hiç olmayan kız 2 kez orgazm yaşadı, hemde ağlayarak, kasılarak…

“Oğlum dediğim gibi sikmeye devam et!” diyerek ben geçtim karşılarına, canlı porno izliyorum adeta. Ama benim de içim gitmeye başladı. Hatta içimden müthiş bir şekilde bu yarağa sikilme arzusu doğdu ki, delireceğim nerdeyse. Kocamdan başkasına sikilmeyen ben, delirircesine o yarağı arzulamaya başladım. Bilmiyorum belki görselliğin, belki alkolün, belki de yasak arzunun dürtüsü vardı. Bilmiyorum, ama müthiş şekilde hiçbir değeri düşünemeden o yarağa sikilmek istiyordum. Bu arada oğlan da hızlanmaya başladı. Ben de daha müdahele etmedim, kadehimi yudumlayarak izlemeye geçtim. Bir süre sonra Cengiz de kasıla kasıla boşalmaya başladı. Derken Fatma onun peşinden ağlayarak bir kez daha orgazm oldu ve ikisi birden yığılıp kaldılar. Ben dördüncü bardağı doldurdum içiyordum onları izlerken. “Kalkın duş alın!” dedim, banyoya gittiler. Ama benim içimdeki fırtınayı durduramıyordum ve kendime kızıyordum.

Temizlenip geldiler. “Giyinmeyin, çıplak oturun, birbirinizi izleyin!” dedim. İkisi de tamamen çıplaklar. Onlar da kadehlerini içiyorlar. Hiç kimsede ses yok. Ama Fatmanın yüzünde gülümseme ve mutluluk, Cengizin yüzünde biraz utançlık belirtileri okunuyor adeta. Sessizliği ben bozdum, “Çocuklar, biliyorum utandınız, ama başardınız da!” dedim. Fatma kucakladı beni, hem sevinçten ağlıyor, hem beni öpüyor, “Halacığım senin sayende ben bu zevki ilkkez yaşadım! Yoksa yuvamı yıkmayı göze almıştım!” diyerek. Sonra Cengizi öptü kucakladı, ona da teşekkür etti. Ama Cengiz hiç konuşmadan Rakısını yudumluyor ve Fatmanın çıplak vücudunu izliyordu. Benden tarafa ise bakmamaya özen gösteriyordu.

Bu manzara bir süre devam etti. Birer kadeh daha içtik. Derken yeni yıla girdik. “Evet çocuklar, yeni yıla, size ve zevkinize içiyorum!” dedim, hep birlikte kadeh kaldırdık. “Ne dersiniz çocuklar, yeni yılın ilk zevkini de yaşamak istermisiniz?” dedim. Fatma hemen, “Çok sevinirim halacığım!” dedi. “O zaman yatağınıza gidin! Ama dediklerimi unutmayın!” dedim. Kalktılar gittiler. Ben bir bardak Rakı daha doldurdum kendime ve salonda içmeye devam ettim.

Saat 00:30 gibi Fatma yatakodasından seslendi, “Halacığım lütfen gelirmisin?” diye. Birşey oldu galiba diyerek gittim. Baktım oğlanda yarak yine çelik gibi, kız yarağın üzerinde kalkıp kalkıp iniyor. Her kalkışında yarak meydana çıkıyor, amcık suyu ile yağlanmış şekilde ışığın şavkı ile parıl parıl parlıyor her amcıktan çıkışta. Zira ışığı söndürmeden, birbirlerinin vücudunu görerek sikişmelerini tembihlemiştim. “Ne oldu kızım?” diyerek ben içeri girince, kız yarağın üzerine oturdu ve o şekilde kaldılar. “Halacığım, senden birşey istiyorum…” dedi. “Söyle kızım?” dedim. “Sen bizim evliliğimizi kurtardın, bu gece bir fedakarlık daha yapabilirmisin?” dedi. “Nedir kızım söyle?” dedim. “Ama kızmayacaksın…” dedi. “Yok kızım niye kızayım? Yeter ki siz mutlu olun, ne istersen yaparım!” dedim. “Bize bir örnek sikişme gösterebilirmisin?” dedi…

“Anlamadım kızım, nasıl yani?” dedim, ama içimi müthiş bir heyecan sardı. Cengiz hemen, “Hayır olmaz!” dedi ve kızı üstünden attı kalktı. Kız, “Ya aşkım lütfen! Halam uygulayarak daha iyi öğretir, biz de daha iyi anlarız. Hem halam da eniştemden uzakta, bu gece o da bir kadın olarak zevkini yaşasın. Bizi izlerken canı istemiştir. Ne olur beni kırma Cengiz. Hadi halacığım…” gibi birşeyler saçmalamaya başladı. Cengiz, “Olmaz Fatma ya, sonra eniştemin yüzüne bakamam!” diyor da başka birşey demiyor. Ama benim içimde volkan kaynıyor. “Bir dakika çocuklar! Tamam Cengiz, seni anlıyorum, çok saygılı çocuksun, kaldı ki enişten burada değil, enişten duyarsa elbette yüzüne bakamazsın, ben de bakamam. Ama bu gece burada olanlar sadece üçümüzün arasında kalacak. Fatma haklı, benim de canım istiyor, hem de uygulayarak gösterirsem daha iyi anlar, daha iyi öğrenirsiniz. Ben de katılayım size, ama yarın hiçbirşey olmamış gibi olacak!” diyerek yaklaştım…

Cengize fazla söz etme fırsatı bırakmadan yarağını aldım elime, usta bir yalayıcı olarak dil darbeleri ile o muhteşem yarağı yalamaya başladım. Cengiz kendisini benden çekme gibi hareket yapınca, gözlerine sert bir ifadeyle baktım ve kızarak, “Yarak birtek sende yok oğlum! Kendini naza çekme!” dedim ve yalama işine devam ettim. Harika yalıyordum yarağı, Cengizin gözleri sönmeye başladı yine. Kız da benim üzerimi çıkarmaya başladı. Ben Cengize öyle bir muamele çekiyordum ki, çok hoş bir yarak, yalamaya bayılıyordum adeta. Kız beni çırılçıplak bırakacak şekilde soyduktan sonra, memelerimi okşamaya ve yalamaya başladı. Meğer Cengizden zevk alamadığı zaman birkaç kez kızarkadaşıyla Lezbiyen denemesi olmuş zillinin, (bunu sonradan söyledi). Ben Cengizin yarağını, kız benim göğüslerimi yalıyordu…

Derken yavaş yavaş oğlanı öpüp okşamaya, sevişmeye başladım. Hem ne yaptığımı söyleyerek, anlatarak yapıyorum öğrensinler diye. “Şimdi sen yala oğlum!” diyerek amımı ağzına dayadım. Başladı yalamaya. Harika bir duyguydu bir başka erkek tarafından yalanmak. Deliriyordum heyecandan, kalbim duracaktı sanki. Cengiz yalarken talimat veriyordum ve elimle de yönlendiriyordum zevkime göre. Fatma da göğüslerimi ve götümü okşayıp duruyordu. Ben çok çabuk orgazm olan biriyim. Cengiz amımı yalarken kasıla kasıla ilk orgazmımı oldum. Sonra Cengizle 69 pozisyonu aldık. Bir süre de öyle yalaştık. 69’da ben harika orgazmlar yaşadım. Şimdi o muhteşem yarağı içime almaktaydı sıra. Cengize, “Gel oğlum…” diyerek bacaklarımı açtım. Kıza da çok iyi izlemesini söyledim…

Cengizin kalçalarını elimle kontrol ederek, bir süre yarağını amımın oluğu içinde yüzdürdüm. Sonra yarağın o muhteşem başını amcığımın deliğinden içeri soktum ve bir süre öyle durdurdum. Sonra yavaşca kalçalarını iterek, o harika yarağı amcığımın derinliklerine, dibine kadar aldım. Harikaydı, kalbim sanki fırlayacaktı. Müthiş heyecan ve zevk alıyordum. Kalçalarını bastırdım, bir süre öyle kalakaldık. Yarak içimde tık tık atıyordu adeta. Cengizde ses yok, robot gibi ben ne dersem onu yapıyor, gözleri yarı açık, zevkin doruklarını yaşamaya veriyordu artık kendisini. Bu arada Cengizle öpüşüyorum, kulak memelerimi, boyun bölgelerimi yalattırıyorum, göğüslerimi yalattırıyorum. Dudakları ıslak öptürüyorum. Sikişmek ve sevişmek aynı anda nasıl yapılır öğretiyorum…

“Şimdi çok yavaş girip çıkacaksın!” diyerek bir elim kalçasında kontrol ederek, yarağının başı gözükene kadar çıkarttırıyorum, sonra çok yavaş dibine kadar alıyorum. Amıma her girişinde klitorisim zevkten yanıyor adeta. Bir süre öyle sikildim ve 2 orgazm daha yaşadım. Birkaç pozisyon denemesinden sonra 30 dakika kadar daha sikişerek birçok orgazm yaşadım. “Finale geçiyoruz şimdi!” diyerek bacaklarımı omuza verdim. Yine bir elimle kontrol ederek bir süre de öyle sikildim ve birkaç orgazm daha yaşadım. Cengiz hem Fatmayı sikip boşalmasının, hem alkolün, hem utancının, hemde yavaş hareketlerin ve benim kontrolümün ortak etkisiyle oldukça uzun süre sikebildi bu sefer beni…

Derken, “Halacığımmm, halaaaaammm, dayanamıyorum artık!” diyerek hızlanmaya başladı. Tam o arada amcık kaslarımı sıkarak, amıma giriş çıkışında yarağını amcığımla adeta inek memesi gibi sıkıştırarak sağmaya başladım. Cengiz öküz gibi böğürerek ve müthiş bir kasılma ile öyle bir boşalmaya başladı ki, içime fıskiye gibi fışkırdı. Kendimi bu harika zevke son kez teslim ederek, ben de onun bu zevki ile müthiş bir kasılma ve inilti ile hemen peşinden harika bir final orgazmı yaşadım. Kucak kucağa yığıldık kaldık. Yarak içimde halen atıyor, sanki yine boşalmak istiyordu. “Oğlum hadi bakalım göster kendini, içimden çıkmadan devam ediyorsun, en az 3 orgazm daha istiyorum! Ama bu sefer sen idare edeceksin! Taaki yarağın soluncaya kadar sikeceksin beni!” dedim.

Cengiz bir başladı gidip gelmeye, nasıl sikiyor anlatamam. Yarak çelik gibi, sanki boşalan o değilmiş gibi. İnanın 5 orgazm daha yaşadım ama ben de bittim. “Tamam oğlum, yeter, mahfoldum, çık!” dedim. Amımdan çıkardığında halen çelik gibiydi yarak. Fatmayla birlikte yalayarak boşalttık Cengizi…

Kocamdan sonra ilkkez bir yabancı yarağa sikilmiştim ve bu yarak yeğenimin yediği yaraktı. Onlara sex dersi vermekten ve kendim de sikilmekten pişman değilim. Üçümüz için de çok güzel ve heyecanlı zevklerdi. O gece sabaha kadar, Fatmayla birlikte ikişer kez daha sikildik, yeni yılın ilk gününe harika bir bir giriş yaşadık. Akşama Bursadan ayrıldık ve adını bile etmedik bir daha o gecenin. Şu anda hiçbir şey olmamış gibi hayatımıza saygı ve sevgi içinde devam ediyoruz.

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“Monie, get up! This is our last day and we’re not going to spend it sleeping in.”

“Go away. It’s barely light outside, Cath. Let me sleep.”

“Come on. I want to get down to the beach early. The sun’s coming up and it’s going to be a hot day and we’re going to enjoy it. On the beach. So move your fat arse.”

As is normally the case, excessive energy forced laziness up and out. Cathy was determined to spend the last day out in the sun, and Simone was just going to have to go along with it. So at an unreasonably early hour Simone found herself strolling along the beach with Cathy, the newly risen sun promising a hot day ahead, with a breeze off the water tempering the incipient heat a little.

“Why are we here at the beach so early?” grumbled Simone. “There’s hardly a soul in sight.”

“Because it’s our last day. The last chance to meet some handsome hunk. The last chance for a holiday flirtation. Tomorrow we fly home, but today I want to flirt with some handsome men. Do you realise that we’ve been here two weeks and haven’t been laid once?”

“That’s mainly because we’ve both got steady boyfriends at home, Cathy,” pointed out Simone, “and the ones who have tried their luck weren’t worth it.”

“True, but I wouldn’t mind at least the chance of a one night stand, even if I don’t take them up on it,” laughed Cathy.

“You’re incorrigible and sex mad,” grumbled Simone. “And you’re not going to meet anyone here at this early hour.”

“Think again, honey,” purred Cathy. “Wolves approaching at two o’clock.”

Simone glanced up to see a couple of men approaching. They were an odd couple to be seen together, one being in his early twenties and the other appeared to be in his forties. Both were what Cathy would describe as tall, dark and handsome, but Simone preferred blonds. Seeing the resemblance, Simone assumed that they were related, probably father and son.

“Good morning, ladies,” said the elder of the two. “You’re out bright and early to enjoy the sunshine.”

“That we are,” said Cathy. “This is our last day here so we’re making the most of it.”

The two men fell into step beside the girls, ambling along next to them. “I’m Carl,” said the spokesman. “This is my son, Andrew. We run a jet-ski business here. Have you been out on them yet this holiday?”

“I’m Simone and this is Cathy,” Simone politely replied. “No we haven’t been out on the jet-skis yet. We may do that later this afternoon.”

“Come and see us if you want to go out. I’ll give you a good price. Anyway, that is enough of the small talk. The reason we came over is Andrew says he likes güvenilir bahis the looks of your friend and would like to fuck her. Me, I think you are nicer, so I thought we might have a quick fuck as well while Andrew and your friend, Cathy, enjoy themselves. Yes?”

Simone stopped dead and closed her eyes for a minute, shaking her head. He hadn’t said that to her, had he? She heard a muffled giggle from Cathy, but ignored her. “Ah, Carl,” she said, a trifle nervously, suddenly aware of how deserted the beach actually was. “It’s nice of you to offer but we really aren’t interested in having sex with a couple of casual strangers who just walk up to us and ask.”

“But why not?” asked Carl. “It is your last day here and what better way to celebrate your holiday than by being friendly with the residents. Not that we’d try to force you at all,” he added hurriedly. “The decision is yours, of course.”

“Why not?” said Simone. “Because people just don’t walk up to other people and say they want to have sex and then expect to get it. That’s the silliest approach I’ve ever heard of. I mean, that sort of thing just doesn’t happen.”

“I see,” said Carl, and indicated behind her. Puzzled, Simone looked around.

To her horror Cathy was kneeling on all fours, facing away from her but with her head turned to look behind her. Kneeling just behind her, Andrew was in the process of pulling down her bikini bottom. Even as she watched, Andrew lowered Cathy’s bikini and reached out and started stroking her pussy.

“Cathy,” yelled Simone. “What do you think you’re doing.”

“It’s our last day, Monie,” retorted Cathy. “I’m going to enjoy it and Andrew is so cute I couldn’t say no. Now if you’ll excuse me I think I’m going to be busy for a few minute.”

Andrew had dropped his own shorts down while Cathy was talking and was now approaching her, his erection ready for action. Even as Simone watched he parted Cathy’s lips and neatly speared her, thrusting fully into her with a single lunge, bringing a squeal from Cathy.

Simone hastily looked away as Carl quietly said, “It appears that sort of thing does happen. So may I now start taking off your bathers? I will give you great pleasure you know.”

“No, thank you,” said Simone. “I’m going back to the hotel. Cathy can find me there later.”

Simone abruptly turned to head back to the hotel. She wasn’t quite sure how she managed it, but her feet got tangled and with a squeal she fell forward, landing on hands and knees. She heard a laugh from Carl, and then a hand rested on her back.

“It seems that fate insists that we do this,” said Carl. türkçe bahis “I am a firm believer in not trying to avoid what fate casts in front of us, so I am afraid that you will have no choice after all. Fate has spoken.”

“What do you mean, fate had spoken,” snapped Simone trying to rise, but finding herself held by Carl’s hand on her back. “Let me up,” she added.

“Fate has cast you in front of me in a position of submission,” said Carl. “It would be wrong of me not to accept fate’s gift. Now stop wriggling while I take these off.”

Before Simone could say another word she felt her bikini bottom being peeled off and pushed down to her knees. That cool breeze was now blowing onto her naked pussy, she realised with a shock. Carl was going to fuck her and do it right now on the beach where anyone could come past. She glanced across at Cathy, intending to appeal to her for help, but she just knew that that eager bobbing of Cathy’s bottom meant that she was happily enjoying Andrew’s attentions. Or happily enjoying having a cock inside her, she thought cattily.

She looked behind her, intending to appeal to Carl, but her mouth dried up as she saw that Carl had now dropped his shorts. She’d noticed that Carl was older and larger than Andrew, but hadn’t realised just what larger meant until now. While she’d been wasting her time looking at what Cathy was doing, Carl had seized the initiative and started rubbing her pussy. Now he was easing her lips apart and she heart turned over as she saw what he was intending to put in her.

Simone frantically looked forward, away from that cock that was approaching, wanting to scream in fright, wanting to gloat over what was coming. She felt Carl pressing the head of his cock against her, and found herself pushing back lightly against it, desperately wanting her lips to spread wide enough to take this offering. If this was a gift from fate, then fate had been a bit too damned generous.

Simone waited, feeling Carl moving slowly past her lips and settle into place at her vaginal opening. Now he was pushing forward, stretching her soft tissues, making her adapt to him. Taking his time, he was easing himself into her and Simone’s attention was quickly shifting from the beach and whoever might be around to see and onto this gift of fate.

Carl was now fully inside Simone, holding himself still while her body continued to adjust to him. Reaching forward, Carl unclipped Simone’s top and let it fall. Reaching around, he took a dangling breast in each hand, squeezing them. Satisfied that he had proper control of Simone’s body, Carl started moving.

Simone güvenilir bahis siteleri trembled as Carl took hold of her breasts, knowing that the preliminaries were over and that he was now going to fuck her in earnest. She felt him surge a little harder into her and then relax. He slowly withdrew until only the head of his cock was still within her, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. Then with a hard thrust he was coming back in, filling the empty places and sending shockwaves rippling through her.

Simone found herself gasping, raising her bottom and pushing her pussy firmly against Carl’s cock every time he thrust forward. The hard slap of flesh slamming against her pubic area also carried their vibrations deep into her while the squeezing and pumping of her breasts carried their own message of excitement.

Simone was moaning now as the pounding increased, inflicting pleasure upon her. Fate had decreed and fate was certainly delivering. Simone would have been screaming her enjoyment but couldn’t draw her breath deep enough, the deep plunges of Carl’s cock driving the air out of her.

Feeling Carl starting to plunge in even harder, Simone tensed, knowing that his climax was coming. Her body pushed up to meet it, desiring the hot splash of liquid life within it. When it finally came Simone screamed, the flood lifting her up and into her own climax, causing her body to convulse around and cling to the erection that filled her.

Afterwards, putting their bikinis back on, Cathy spoke. “I didn’t really think you’d go with Carl. I thought you’d leave me with Andrew and head back to the hotel.”

“So did I,” retorted Simone. “That was my intention, but I tripped over. Carl said that it was a sign from fate, yanked of my bikini and started fucking me.”

“You mean that he raped you?” asked Cathy, appalled.

“I’m not sure. I did say no initially, but once my pants went southwards and I saw his cock approaching I didn’t make any protests. Just lifted my pussy so that he could come in,” Simone said with a sigh.

“Oh. Was it fun?”

“Oh, wow. You gotta believe it. How was your episode with Andrew?”

“It was OK. Had better. Had worse. You do realise if you’d gone back to the hotel, Carl probably would have called that fate and fucked me as well?”

“He probably would have. His erection was definitely ready for action. As a matter of curiosity, how did you get the nerve to drop your panties and spread your legs for Andrew when we only just met and the way they suggested it was so crude?”

“I was horny.” Cathy giggled. “I had an itch and he had a very good scratcher. It seemed appropriate.”

“Well, you’ve finally got laid. What are we going to do for the rest of the day?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve got a sudden desire to try jet-skiing,” said Cathy blandly. “Want to try?”

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It was a great day at the lake. My friends were out on the boat. While, I was in my bathing suit laid back in a lounge chair eyes closed enjoying the sun. A shadow fell over me and I assumed a cloud had blocked the warm rays. Then, I smelled coconut as I felt a warm gliding sensation across my shoulder. Startled, I spun around in my chair to find Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome holding some tanning lotion and smiling a sexy, devilish grin.

“You looked like you needed some lotion. I thought I would help you out. You wouldn’t want to burn, would you? It is hot as hell out here,” he explained with a gleam in his eye. “Why don’t you relax and let me finish the job?”

Now, maybe it was too much sun or one too many margaritas, but what the hell- it sounded good to me. I laid back down, this time on my stomach and waited to see if this was real or if it was a crazy dream.

Again, the aroma of coconut swirled in the warm, humid air and I felt his large, powerful hands against me. Gently, he coated my shoulders and back with the luscious tropical oil. As his rough calloused fingers rasped across my sun kissed skin, each place he touched tingled and waves of desire began to undulate through my body. Then, as he began to apply pressure, kneading the muscles of my back and shoulders tiny moans escaped my lips. Soon, I felt the heat and strength of his hands working into my flesh igniting a fire hotter than the sun inside illegal bahis me. I was writhing in anticipation as he worked his way down my back finally stroking my ass. I gasped aloud when he began running his hands over and under my suit. I could feel my juices flow hot and free as he fondled my ass. I was groaning unashamedly feeling his fingers moving between my cheeks as he began lubing every nook and cranny. I pulled the strings on my suit freeing my ass completely. I arched and pushed my ass higher giving him access to my pussy. The sun warmed oil was dripping down the crack of my ass coating my cunt.

He had a full view of my sweet pink pussy lips swollen with passion, wet and glistening, as I offered myself up to be fucked. I heard the rustle of fabric and looking over my shoulder I could see him behind me silhouetted by the sun in all his muscled glory. The sight of his enormous cock standing tall and proud in his hands as he rubbed it with coconut oil made me moan a wordless plea. I couldn’t wait to feel him thrust that plum sized head into my pussy. Our eyes locked and without a word he knew. He could read the lust in my eyes. He understood I wanted be fucked and fucked hard. Grasping my hips from behind, he plowed into me, shoving roughly into my tightness, again and again. I could hear myself screaming with each plunge of his cock, feel my clit grinding into the chair as he slammed into me. I came over illegal bahis siteleri and over, barely able to catch my breath, feeling as if I would die with him thrusting away on top of me.

Suddenly without warning, he pulled out and slick from my juicy cunt, spread my ass, and forced his way into virgin territory. Pain radiated through me, I felt on fire as if I were being torn in two. But as he continued fucking me, I found myself pushing back against him meeting his strokes. The pain giving way to unknown ecstasy as each stroke stretched and stroked deep within my ass. I started rubbing my swollen, throbbing clit as we ground together. He began to pant, groaning with each thrust, and I felt him erupt in my ass. Spurt after hot thick spurt exploded inside me and I came again with him deep in my well reamed ass.

It felt like forever we lay there trying to catch our breath, our bodies hot, slick, and sweaty. I wasn’t sure if he was an angel to fulfill my wishes or a demon to steal my soul but I knew I was willing to find out. And, as he moved to lay beside me, I welcomed him with open arms pulling him against me so I could kiss him thoroughly. We lay pressed together, mouths joined as our tongues explored and tasted one another. I nibbled at his luscious lower lip, sucking it gently into my mouth. Then, I trailed little sucking kisses down his neck tasting the salty sweat that gleamed at the hollow of canlı bahis siteleri his neck. Craving more, I moved lower licking across his chest and suckling at his hard, flat nipples. I felt his nipples harden beneath my mouth, as I felt his cock began to harden and nudge against my thigh.

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Then, gazing into his deep, green eyes, I straddled his hips and slowly lowered myself on his thick, hard shaft. Even wet with desire, I had to work each inch into my tight cunt, as he felt larger if possible than before. Completely filled, I began to move against him working myself up and down as I rode him. He gripped my hips and quickened the pace as he thrust upward faster and faster. I could hear the sound of our bodies as they met beating out a rhythm and the sound of our harsh ragged breaths as we strained for release. And, with a guttural yell, his body stiffened with his cock buried deep as he found his release and triggered mine. As his load flooded my pussy, I was drowning in an orgasm that swept away any thoughts as it bathed me in sensual waves of sensation. Completely sated, I closed my eyes and collapsed onto his strong, wide chest. When, I awakened later sore and sunburned, he was gone. But, I had my answer… surely he was a demon who had awakened a desire that would torment my very soul.

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If Warren Cochran had been a little more cautious, a little pickier, or a little more suspicious, he would probably not have been in the army.

The name of the girl who got him there doesn’t matter, since she barely comes into the story at all. The thing was that Warren spent some time with her on a blanket in the bushes off the road, and she came to him telling him that he got her pregnant. He had done what he could to prevent that, but you never know… When he suggested paying to remove the problem, she said no, she wanted to marry him.

Well, that he did not want. He was willing to pay child support, if it came to that, but he knew he did not want to face this woman every morning. He wasn’t even sure why he had sex with her, except that she was there and he was horny.

So he decided to join the army and at least make it difficult for her. If she went to court, she could still get child support from his pay, but it would mean making her prove that he was the father — which he was not sure of.

Between the time he joined and the time he left he heard from a friend that the woman had tried claiming pregnancy twice before, when she found someone she thought would make a good husband. And sure enough, he later heard that she never did start showing.

But by then it was much too late.

After basic training, Warren was shipped off to Spain. He was put under a disbursing officer, keeping books, making deposits and pay vouchers, and writing letters back to Washington on any problems.

Warren wrote the letters, that is, and got the lieutenant over him to sign them (or sometimes somebody higher up, depending). That lieutenant was… well, Warren couldn’t see why the army took him or how he made officer, but he could see why the lieutenant was in the army. In civilian life, the man would have been on welfare or in a home. Warren had to explain the letters to him. Almost all of them, it seemed like.

Warren was at that job for a year, then an opening came up in a hospital pharmacy and somebody decided that since he had once worked in a drugstore he should go there. He didn’t put in for it, but there he went. That job was a lot duller, but he stayed in better shape with all the walking and stooping and climbing he had to do.

That was another year. Then they put him in a warehouse for a while, both at paperwork and at moving crates. A couple of months before he was due to be discharged, he was sent on maneuvers.

Yeah, he had to put on a pack and march and sleep in a tent out in the rain and all of that. Not that Warren hadn’t done it before, but this was the longest stretch of it he had gone through, as if the army decided that they had to live up to the cliche before they could let him go.

But we should talk about Spain. Warren developed this theory that the reason that we have had troops stationed overseas since WWII had nothing to do with defending this country, or those countries. Warren thought it’s a social program.

You have a lot of young civilians who have never been out of the US, and probably wouldn’t go under their own steam until they were middle-aged or older if at all. And then as tourists, so they only see hotels and museums. If the armed services send them over, they may really get an idea of what a foreign country is like, and that might influence their thinking. Even improve it in some cases, he guessed.

Warren found it easier to learn Spanish than he had to learn French in high school, partly because it would do him more immediate good, partly because people around him were actually using it. Talking to the senoritas when he was on leave didn’t matter all that much, since many of them knew English, or at least the ones who would talk to the soldiers did. It did help to understand the comments they made to each other about GIs, though. Though that was largely slang.

The really outright prostitutes were easy to pick out (hell, they stuck out, not to mention coming at you) but a lot of the women angled for gifts before they would do anything. This was after the US started paying soldiers half-decent wages, and with the new pay and the Spanish prices, a corporal could almost afford to set up a woman in an apartment.

There were a number of local people who had jobs on the base or near it, jobs that would not have existed without the US military there, either because they were dealing with the army as such or with the soldiers as individuals. So in a way, the military bases also served as a sort of foreign aid — more efficient than the State Department kind, maybe, because it actually went to the people instead of just the politicians.

Obviously bartenders, less obviously restaurant owners, launderers, and shop-keepers of different sorts, and of the people on the base secretaries, stock-clerks, whatever needed doing that there was no soldier to do at the moment — or where the army felt it was just cheaper to hire someone.

Pilar Giralt was hired as a typist illegal bahis at Rota. She did not completely look Spanish, or not as you think of the Spanish as being. She was una rubia, a red one, which means not what we call a redhead but a blonde. And she was not quite even that but somewhere toward the yellow end of black-haired or maybe a dark blonde. Blondes are rare among the Spanish, but not so much that there isn’t a special name for them, and for them to be chased after.

That they would have occasional fair-haired people is not surprising since Roman soldiers from all over were posted to Spain for a long time; sailors came by long before and after; and, going way back, the Beaker People traded from England to Spain, and who would be surprised at an English blond?

Spanish men are more blatant about chasing women than Americans, even young American soldiers, so Warren’s own slow approach might have been more appealing than what she was used to. Also there was the religious question.

The picture you get of Spanish women being very protected from the world and tossed into a convent if they get too interested in men is not far from the truth. Another problem, in a way, that Pilar had was that she was not Roman Catholic. You hear of Spain as a Catholic country. Ninety per cent of it is; but that leaves four million people. Pilar had no idea when her family became Methodist, but it was at least a few generations back.

This meant that most Spanish men would not want to think of marrying her unless she converted, which was not a thing she much wanted to do; and that they did not respect her because she was not Catholic, but would only look on her as a fair game conquest.

Warren, however, was also raised nominally as a Methodist, and was quite willing to get to know her slowly. At first, at least, he was quite happy just to have someone to talk to. Her English was quite fluent, which was why she was hired as a typist at the base, and he was grateful after a while for the sound of a female voice in a language he could relax in.

Pilar was also chased by Spanish men for what they thought was her relative immorality. She was unmarried and living alone. The pay was better at the base, but not enough to support her family also, so she moved off the farm and into an apartment house near the base. The landlady there (though the Spanish men did not take her into their account) was a widow of some years who was protective of Pilar.

Warren eventually realized, though, that… But we’ll get to that later.

Warren first met Pilar when he took something in to the typing pool to have it done up. She was the only one not busy at the moment, and there was no backlog, so he handed it to her. She had a nice smile.

That work was done faster and more accurately than usual, so he sought her out the next time. After a few more weeks, he stopped to explain to her something that took special handling, and he ended by asking her to dinner.

Pilar stopped and stared at him for a few seconds, and then said yes, but she wanted to name the restaurant.

The place had a few other soldiers there when they arrived, but also several friends of Pilar’s, male and female, including a woman whom he did not notice but who turned out to be her landlady. That woman was there to act as a duen¤a, but she left after a while. She felt Warren would at least be harmless in public.

The place had an area for dancing (with American rock records) and Pilar and he used it after dinner. He discovered that Pilar was very nice to hold close, and that the months without female companionship were affecting him.

When they walked back to their table, one of Pilar’s friends, Julia, said in Spanish that if Pilar didn’t want him, she would be happy with a castoff. She made a comment about his polla, which was a word he did not get in his Spanish course and didn’t recognize then.

Pilar made a face, but didn’t say anything.

Warren walked with Pilar to where she lived and they talked outside, and at the end he kissed her on the cheek. She glared and slapped him, but not very hard. He caught a glimpse of the landlady in the window.

A week later they went to a Mexican western in town. One theatre ran Mexican films on weekends because they often had subtitles in English, so the soldiers could either practice their Spanish or not, as they wanted. After a while in the dark, Pilar accepted his kisses without objections, and indeed got seriously into them. When he took her home, she did object to the point of trying to dodge his lips, but she did not struggle when he held her still. That, he was sure, was for the landlady’s benefit.

Warren began to speculate on his chances of sometime actually getting Pilar into bed and pumping between her legs. Not high, he thought, though it was worth working toward.

The third time she suggested that they quit early and she invited him into her apartado. At least partly to reassure her landlady, illegal bahis siteleri she left the window wide open so that their voices carried.

That window stayed open for some other evenings, but their voices were not always audible, because their mouths were sometimes otherwise occupied. And then one night Pilar closed the curtains.

When she sat again beside Warren on the couch he took her in his arms and softly grazed one breast. Her eyes stared into his, and slowly her hand went into his shirt to touch the skin there. He became bolder and opened the first button on her blouse. By the time he left that night he had bared and cupped and fondled both her breasts, and their farewell kiss was very passionate.

His estimation of the odds on getting her into bed had just improved. He wondered how lively she would be.

The next evening they spent together, they ate dinner and went immediately to her apartment. They did talk a lot, but the evening ended with his hand inside the loose cotton culottes she wore.

Warren had caressed her flat stomach and begun to creep below the waist when she stopped him for a second to open a button there. The material relaxed, and now his palm slid easily downward. She became visibly nervous as he contacted her pubic hair, but the slow stroking calmed her. As he went lower, he lifted his hand so that there was little or no contact until he was at the very bottom of things.

Warren moved his hand in then to hold her and press. Her head turned aside to give him a fervent kiss and then hold her breath. Then he moved his middle finger to the very back of her vaginal crease and lightly moved it forward. She gasped and did it again as he duplicated the action, with a little more pressure and parting her lower lips by a tiny bit.

Pilar shoved his hand away and withdrew to the far end of her couch. She looked frightened as she whispered, “Yo ‘stoy una virgen!”

Which meant that all those Spanish men may have tried hard but did not get anywhere much. Well, Warren was not going to try to change her condition, at least tonight. And indeed by the time he left her he was barely able to convince her to come back into his arms. She had been paralyzed by the realization of how far they had gone.

But Warren began to be haunted by the vision of taking the blossom of this Spanish rose, of opening her legs and opening her inside, and entering that warm wet new territory and making her shudder under him in ecstasy.

Two more weeks and Warren did nothing with her that could not be done in public, at least in a dark corner. The week after that he explained to her just what he wanted to do and what limits he was placing on himself.

And that night Warren removed her underwear and played around the entrance of her wet vagina, never more than a fraction of an inch in, until she reached an orgasm that made her snap her hips up and hold him against her until he almost worried about being bruised.

It looked like Pilar would be quite something, and that he might have a chance to find out just how wild she was.

The next week Warren did the same things, but now Pilar unzipped the front of his trousers to reach in and hold his erection and stroke him. It had been six weeks since she first touched his bare skin above the waist, but before this she had made no attempt to go beyond that.

Pilar had grown up with three brothers, and had some general knowledge of male anatomy; and she said that a man in the market-town near her farm exposed himself when he was drunk also. But she was amazed at what she found inside Warren’s pants. She knew that he was taller than other men she knew, but felt that this was out of proportion. Evidently she had tried to avoid considering the evidence that she had provided herself whenever they spent time together.

“Su cipote…” and then she giggled without continuing. She was thinking as he was, and making up her mind whether to go all the way with him.

The next Saturday they met early in the day and entered her rooms at noon. The landlady was gone off to visit a relative and would not be back until the afternoon of Sunday.

While Warren prepared a lunch for the two of them, she vanished and returned wearing a dressing-gown and beneath that a pale blue piece of air and nothing whose proper place was obviously a bed. It was clear that Pilar intended to go further today that ever before, and that the distance was not geographical.

Warren found it impossible while they ate to not stare at the small dark circles of her nipples as they peeped through the sheer material. He had seen them before in plain light and without covering, but this was different because the situation was different and they seemed more intriguing for being half-seen. His eyes were also drawn to the dark triangle of hair covering her chocha, though that also he had seen, and touched, and fondled until it brought her to a peak of sensation.

When the canlı bahis siteleri food was gone, Pilar rose and took his hand and they left the plates and pot on the table. Inside her bedroom, she took each piece of his uniform from him and Warren took her into his arms to hold her warm body against his naked one. His shaft was full and hard and standing straight up as it was pressed into her belly, and her small hand slipped down to touch and caress it. And to slip over it a government-issue condom, which she had purchased at the post exchange.

Warren lifted her in his arms and lay her squarely in the middle of her bed, and lay beside her. Her eyes went wide as his tongue entered her mouth and her arms went around his back to draw him in.

Slowly Warren raised her gown until the front of it was gathered at her neck, so that he could touch her breasts with more freedom than they had enjoyed before, and then to taste the tips, which excited her a great deal.

Then Warren lay pressing down on her breasts, their hips deliberately not lined up, to kiss her again. That other contact would come soon, and be the better for a little more delay.

Warren rolled onto his back, taking Pilar with him so that his erection could lie along the line of her crease and slide back and forth, not entering but doing everything else and giving her a little more anticipation.

Then he returned, to lie above her between her legs with his aching pole still on the outside of her belly and kiss her again. Her legs were spread and wrapped around him and she was as ready as it was possible for her to be.

A little fear returned to her eyes as Warren touched the head of his penis to her opening. “Su rabo es gigante!” He entered her barely enough to count as entry, and then he withdrew. Then a little more, and a little more. Since the head is a little larger than the first part of the shaft and there is something like a barb there, that sensation of going back and forth just at the entrance began to stimulate her and make Pilar ache for him to be deeper in. And of course he had not yet touched her maidenhead.

After a minute of that very shallow penetration, now up to perhaps an inch and a half or two inches, Pilar was becoming very agitated. “Mas! Mas de su falo!” she cried, and so he gave her more.

Warren slid into her well-lubricated tunnel until he met the barrier that no one had ever passed, and he stretched and broke it. He went deep into her, forcing the walls to expand to accomodate him, and gave her a powerful orgasm as he did.

Her long-stored passion came to the surface now and expressed itself several more times before Warren joined her and pumped the little sack full of hot semen.

Her status as a civilian employee meant that she was eligible for subsidized medication, including the birth-control pills that Warren suggested to her. So on later afternoons, and then nights after it became plain to the landlady what was going on, Pilar found out directly what his passion felt like as it gushed into her.

The landlady, once it became obvious to her that Pilar’s innocence had been surrendered, and happily surrendered, turned now to seeing that no one else knew. She knew that it was necessary to get a commanding officer’s permission to marry, and this was often difficult to obtain. But easily given if a soldier was transferred out or sent home. She felt that this was the reason they had not legalized their relations.

Pilar knew that Warren was not inclined to marry her, that he was only carrying on a relationship until his time in Spain was up. Or so at least he had told her over and over at every step, and for a long time he thought she had accepted that. She was far from her family and the village nearby, and no one (unless she spoke of it) knew that they had done anything beyond what could be seen on any street corner. She would be free to find another man and marry him once he was gone (or before, for that matter, if she wished) and there was no one who had any reason to tell of any relationship before that.

She would be far from the first woman to mysteriously become inexperienced again. For now, she could have her cake and eat it.

But somewhere along the way, her emotions or her hopes overwhelmed her memory of what she had agreed to.

Just before Warren was sent on maneuvers, he visited Pilar and told her he would not be back for at least a while, and would not see much more of her when he did. He had heard that the field exercises would last several weeks, and he knew that he would be sent back home not long after that.

Warren was trying to give her gentle advance warning, but she was outraged. Outraged even that he would be gone for some weeks, let alone that he was not taking her with him when he left for good. She began screaming at him in words he did not know that she knew in English, throwing things, and as he fled the landlady downstairs chased him with a broom.

For all the warnings he had given, his conscience still bothered him, so Warren wrote his old sergeant six months later to find out how Pilar was doing. The man scribbled back a note that he had better find another girl, because that one was getting married soon.

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“I know you want to see as much of your daughter during her winter break as possible, but I already booked a get away cabin ski package for Valentine’s day.”

“Well, I’m sorry it is the same time. Tell you what — phone the resort and see if she can come along. That will be even more fun than Christmas – without the distraction of a bunch of other kids around, we can really have family time.”

My heart sank, then did a few gymnastic moves in my chest. My brain was playing cinematic flashbacks of my first encounter with my stepdaughter on Christmas Eve, or more properly the wee hours of Christmas day, of her kissing me under the mistletoe; of making out like we were teenagers – though, at eighteen, Emma still was one – of her playing with my cock; her first time touching a real one. Then she had taken me in her mouth, sucking me until I exploded. I had wanted to return the favour, to taste her virgin clit, but she had been in a hurry for me to deflower her, right there on the floor by the Christmas tree. I still owed her that cunt lapping, and still had hopes of taking her anal virginity, but the hustle and bustle of her short Christmas break had kept her too busy for alone time with her stepdad. We had discretely texted and chatted since — I knew she was saving her ass for me, though she was fucking college boys, and had sucked one prof. What I did not know was whether her Mom had found out about my taboo infidelity. If it wasn’t bad enough that I cheated, I had to do it with her daughter.

My heart sank every time I realized the trouble that might cause. I love my wife. Plus, she is my boss in her Dad’s company, and in this economy, I did not want to lose my job and have to start over selling odd lots over the phone or worse yet, a jobber hustling product from gas station to corner store.

My brain understood logically that Emma likely would come home for the summer, but my lusty devil in the base of the brain rationalized that summer offered the perfect combination of space and opportunity so that I could find time to fulfil my unrequited desires, but avoid situations where my transgressions might be revealed. A week in close quarters in the snow country would be just the opposite — all the desire would bubble to the surface, and was likely to explode at the worst possible moment.

I had no chance though to avoid the disaster – my wife wasn’t leaving the room until I called the lodge. Then when they said that they were sold out and no two bedroom units were available, she told me to arrange an extra ski package for Emma, who could easily sleep on the couch in the cabin. She’s the boss. I did as instructed.

As soon as I hung up the phone though she saw my pout and asked what was wrong.

“I had planned this as a romantic interlude,” I covered up. “Tough to do that with Emma around.”

“There will be a wall between our room and her, and a door on the bathroom. Plus I’m sure she’ll find lots of kids her age to hang around with. We’ll have lots of opportunity.”

Her eyes travelled downward at that moment from my face to my groin, where she immediately noticed the erection that I had grown recalling my experience with Emma, which had solidified even harder when my wife spoke of fucking in the shower with Emma just outside.

“Someone is still excited,” she purred kittenishly. We had been fuck buddies for years before getting married, and she had lost none of her enthusiasm. Leaning in toward me, her lips met mine as her hand stroked my shaft through my sweatpants. While her tongue wrestled its way inside my mouth, pushing past my teeth, she moved her hand up to caress my hairy belly, and effortlessly slid inside the waistband of the sloppy Saturday sweats, cupping my hardness in her palm.

I could feel her braless nipples rock hard against my chest, separated only by our thin T-shirts. I was glad that her face was flush to mine, because I was sure I was blushing at the mental comparison of how that sensation so closely matched a moment with Emma, while she still had her nightshirt on. The recollection had the benefit of making my balls tighten up against my taint, and my helmet swell, my piss hole gaping open, leaking pre-cum onto my wife’s hand, which felt so remarkably like her daughter’s.

My hands grasped her shirt on either side, ready to rip it if she didn’t stop kissing long enough for me to remove it. She would need to break the lip lock anyway, as I was determined to taste her nipples, to kiss down her belly, and eat her clit.

My wife, however, had other ideas. She took a half step back, still holding the kiss, but angling her body, and then she moved her mouth, licking down my throat, lifting my shirt to bathe my chest in her saliva, planting a forest of tiny pecks around my navel. The entire time, her fist pumped my shaft. I ached so urgently that only the tightness of her grip held me back from premature ejaculation.

One deft twist of her wrist exposed my groin fully to the air, but in an instant, her mouth danced illegal bahis through my hair and bounced up over the top of my cock. Her tongue flitted around the rim at the bottom of my swollen head briefly, more confidently than anything Emma had accomplished in her maiden efforts. My wife licked up all the seeping precum, and teasingly stabbed the tip of her tongue right into my opening, a trick she knew I enjoyed.

She was so expert that, in that moment, I wondered why I had ever considered risking loosing her for Emma’s tentative talents. Which thought exploded in my mind as my wife’s mouth closed over my cock head, her lips sliding effortlessly along the silky outer sheath of my shaft. One flick of her fingernail against my scrotum triggered my seed to explode, flooding her mouth with great gobs of goo. Her fingers stayed busy, kneading my balls, milking all of my seed up and out my shaft, her lips remaining tight until my spasms reduced to trickles. Then, she opened her mouth, leaving my shrinking cock head laying on her tongue, letting me watch as she caught the final gasps of my climax, lapping up the seepage.

With a huge grin, my sperm glistening on her teeth, my wife sat back up and grabbed handfuls of my hair, pulling my mouth to her lips, sharing my seed between us. I remembered the first time she had done that, in a coat check room at a sales convention, how she had broken the kiss and whispered, “sealing our love”, just as she did now.

This time, however, I felt a surge of guilt at having been blown by her teenage daughter. The first time she had said it, she had giggled afterwards and assured me that she was just kidding, that ‘a blow job is just a blow job’ and she knew the difference between love and lust. We had not been exclusive for quite a while. I wondered how she would react if she found out we were not exclusive again.

“Don’t worry, honey, it will be fun,” she said, feeling my fretfulness, but misinterpreting it. “Emma is a good girl. She’ll have fun too.”

Just what sort of fun Emma would expect was my worry.

The days passed quickly before our Valentine’s treat, as my wife liked to refer to the trip. We both put extra energy and effort into work to make sure that everything was in order. Our sex during that time period was hurried, nervous, routine married fucking. Which was so unlike our usual voracious appetites that my wife felt that she had to assure me that her Dad would cover for us, that the trip would not be interrupted, saying “and even missionary position fucking with you is so much better than any guy I’ve ever been with before. Your cock is the perfect fit for my cunt, it throbs just right as you fill me up with your offerings, and it’s not every man who not only goes down after coming, but does it with such enthusiasm.”

Once again, she misunderstood why I was nervous; that as I licked my wife my mind turned to thoughts of tasting Emma’s young cunt overflowing with my seed. And I supposed the sex wasn’t all that typical of married couples — at least if you believe the mutterings of my sales staff, who thought carpet munching should be reserved for lesbian sex scenes in the porn they charged to their hotel rooms, and then had to reimburse the company, while begging me not to tell their wives. My standard “we all have our secrets” answer had become more true in this new year.

I knew that my wife loved me, but I feared what Valentine’s day might bring – and as fate would have it, Emma’s travel arrangements ended up such that she would arrive at the cabin right on February 14th.

Her mother was disappointed that Emma could not join us earlier, but the young woman had school activities to finish up during the first part of her winter break. So we arrived at the resort as a couple, like we had originally planned. Though we partook of the full range of activities — alpine skiing, cross country skiing, snowshoeing, snowmobiling, hiking – they were just interludes between the vigorous athletic sex that seemed to start the moment we arrived in our cabin, and stop only when we left. Heck, we even got up to some risky play on the chairlift, on the back of the sleigh during a Sunday evening hay ride and on the deck overlooking the frozen lake which was the focal point of the resort for summer fun.

In fact, the sex had started on the plane trip to the resort. Though we were both veteran travellers, we had discussed often how neither of us had joined the mile high club. On this plane, we had seats near the rear, where there was a washroom. Both stews were busy starting drink service from the front of the plane, so after my wife giggled, whispered “did you know I’m not wearing panties?” and dragged my fingertips across her wet labia to prove it, we scooted quickly into the lavatory. She did not have to touch my pants to know that my cock was hard and ready, threatening to burst my zipper.

She went in first, pirouetting like a very horny ballerina to snug her ass into the space between the sink and bulkhead, tugging illegal bahis siteleri me close to her. Our lips locked in a bruisingly urgent kiss, hands exploring like high schoolers. I grasped her ass in both hands and lifted her up so that I could run my teeth along her throat until I reached her blouse. Her hands quickly fumbled the buttons open, allowing my lips access to her engorged nipples. I alternately sucked each tit while her fingers found the button at my waist, loosening my pants. I continued nibbling as her hand started stroking my hardness.

“You’re so…big, so firm, so ready,” she moaned, in that voice that sounded so much like her daughter, who once again, I found myself thinking about as I made love to my wife. Part of me remained remote from the act, wondering whether what I had done with Emma was also making love, or just fucking.

Soon her stroking had achieved a furious pace. And she shifted her ass in my grip so that her naked pussy lips were rubbing against the tip of my cock.

“Fuck me now, fuck me hard, I need to come,” she sighed, sharping my focus back purely into that moment.

I had to stop sucking her nipples and gasp for air as she guided my length into her wetness. We were both crazy with desire as I started slowly driving in and out of her by rocking up and down off my toes. I pushed hard, burying my full pulsating piston into her, which, combined with the taboo of fucking just a few feet away from a plane full of people, quickly pushed her over the edge

“Feels sooo good…” she muttered into my ear dreamily, and then nibbled my lobe. Her cunt was pushing down on my cock and at the same time her pelvic muscles were clenching around my shaft.

“Now you have to fill me up,” she whispered, somehow making my turn still about her.

She grabbed her own nipples and twisted them, triggering another climax. Then we were both completely lost in the passionate intensity of the moment. I felt every muscle in her body stiffen and release as she climaxed yet again just as my load of milky sweet seed surged up my shaft and gushed out of my tip inside my wife. Her climax seemed to last forever as we came together.

“It’s like I can feel every drop as it explodes out of your cock.” she breathed as her orgasm slowed and I expelled one final spurt into her.

She sealed the moment with another deep kiss, and as she straightened her clothes she said “If you think that is great, imagine our Valentine’s treat.”

Then she kissed my nose playfully, as if for emphasis, while I was fumbling my softening cock back into my pants so that we could slink back to our seats, hopefully before the drinks cart arrived. Once again, I could not help but notice the playfulness which Emma had inherited.

With that start, it really took on the flavour of a second honeymoon. The shuttle bus provided to the resort was too public for more than hand holding and meaningful gazes, but every time our eyes met, she broke out in giggles. Once, she playfully nibbled at my ear.

We barely got checked in before she ran to our cabin, started stripping, and threw herself onto the bearskin rug in front of the hearth. Fortunately, the resort had thought to have a fire going for our arrival.

“I didn’t have a chance to properly clean your cock on the plane,” she said. “I hope if anybody caught the scent, they weren’t too jealous.”

I obeyed as she crooked a finger in the universal come hither gesture. She had an easier time with my pants than aboard the plane. My cock was surging semi-hard again already when it flopped loose and she wasted no time slurping my full length deep into her throat. After a few quick head bobs though, she backed off and started slowly, carefully, laving up down and all around my shaft, paying extra attention to the area below the head, and the ridge where shaft and helmet joined.

Emma had nowhere near the cock sucking skills of her mother, though she seemed to have inherited the passion. Again, I had to wonder why I was thinking about my stepdaughter at such moments, and worried about how she might impact our Valentine’s treat. But also once again, the sensuality before me washed away the worries. I had not had a chance to lick Emma’s sweet young cunt, but I loved to eat her mother, even with a slightly less than fresh load of my cream inside that crevice.

Since my wife still had no panties on, it was simple for me to slowly ease myself to the floor in stages so that she could adjust, never entirely stopping her oral ministrations, but accommodating my returning the favour. Before long, we were snuggled on the rug in a sixty-nine position, me mostly on top, but tangled up.

I lapped at her hard pearly nubbin, making it dance with my tongue just like her lips were dancing around my cock. I reached through her shirt to toy with her nipples as much as I could without stopping fucking her with my face, working my tongue deep into the darkest recesses of her cunt, searching out every morsel of my remnants, canlı bahis siteleri finding more as she got wetter and wetter and the dried bits moistened. I did not stop because she had a shivering orgasm, in spite of the fire’s heat.

She had long since licked my cock clean, but did not stop there. I was steely hard again, and she treated me to a good old fashioned tea bagging, taking me so far into her throat that my balls were smacking her cheeks as she writhed on the rug.

As warm as the fire made the cabin, it was not as hot as her mouth, so I noticed immediately when she eased her mouth off my cock, which by then was aching for release. I paused with a couple of fingers poised within her labia, where I had been about to wriggle them to add to her pleasure. She shifted smoothly and swiftly, her skirt still bunched around her waist, her lower abdomen now pressed against the back of the bear’s head, her naked buttocks presented to me.

“Fuck me from behind,” she moaned, “you know how much I love it when you enter me from there.”

I complied, starting my rubbing the tip of my cock around her lower labia, making sure my flesh was good and moist with her wetness as I pressed slowly into her on that first thrust. It took all my self-restraint not to impale myself immediately with my raging hard-on. Her back arched and I took two handfuls of her dangling tits as I slowly pushed deeper within her womb.

My fucking her daughter had been on a hearth rug, but although I had fantasized briefly about taking Emma doggy-style, I had deflowered her in missionary position. Fucking my wife from behind made me wonder once again what taking Emma in a similar style might be like. I had compared Emma silently to her Mom while fucking the daughter, and now, I was doing the opposite. I felt secret shame knowing that my cock pulsed harder because of it.

My wife squeezed her pussy around my shaft but I slid back until only the head weighed in her opening, and then I drove back in swiftly, burying myself deep, right to the root.

“Is this what you want?” I grunted.

She fucked her hips up against me in silent response.

My balls started slapping against the flesh where her wet pussy lips curved up to meet her ass, her thighs slamming up to meet mine. I released her tits and gripped her hips, pile-driving our bodies together. I felt her climax around my cock but just kept going, once again moving my hands to her tits, kneading them in my fingers, feeling her rhythm alter to match my tempo. I kept up the hard fucking, adjusting my grasp on her tits, capturing her nipples between my fingers, squeezing them hard, which made her thrash wildly from side to side. I pushed the weight of my body down onto her and gently nibbled the back of her neck just above the top of her spine.

“Oh fuck me! I’m cumming so hard!” she screamed, her entire body convulsing uncontrollably. “Oh, fuck! Don’t stop!”

In that instant, I realized that once Emma arrived, not only would fucking in front of the fire be out, but her mother would have to climax more quietly.

I released one breast, my hand sliding along her ribs until I curled it under her body, touching her clit. Her orgasms were coming in waves by then, but this triggered a sudden blast of intensity which I felt clamping around my cock. One last pinch of her bud. Her pussy spasming around my cock and I pumped another blast of sperm inside of her.

Spent, I soon softened and rolled off of her, and we both must have fallen asleep, because the next thing we knew, it was morning and we had spent the night in front of the dying fire, on the bear skin rug.

All week, my wife and I had great fun. I kept asking if the latest kink was my Valentine’s treat, and she kept saying “It isn’t Valentine’s day yet.”

I could not help but wonder how Emma’s presence might crimp her Mom’s style in offering me a treat. Only in that dark basement of my brain did I allow myself to hope that Emma WAS the treat, but every time that thought appeared, it was squelched by logic arguing that my wife had given no sign of knowing about my carnal knowledge of her daughter, and had given no hint of offering any further extra-marital taboo sex as a treat.

That internal debate always left me bummed out, convinced that Emma’s presence would somehow ruin everything. I never was much of a poker player, and wore my concern on my face. This led my wife to think I was not having enough fun, so she kept on adding to our activity list, and to our sexual smörgåsbord.

“You’re like a big baby boy who can’t wait ’til Christmas for your present,” she said on Tuesday after we had gotten each other off with our fingers under the table in the dining room.

That just brought back mixed feelings from memories of Emma on Christmas Eve, of how she had been such an incredible gift to me, but she had throughout insisted that I was the gift to her. No matter how much logic argued that my wife and I exchanged gifts sexually just as enthusiastically as I had with Emma, my internal skeptic argued that the trade-offs in the marriage had become routine, boring — that the very thrill seeking we shared had become a stale bit of play acting, a search for something we were missing.

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Before I get started let me tell you about me and my husband. My husband’s name is Juan, he is half German half Puerto Rican. He is 5’11 and 180 lbs. He is tan and has a 9 1/2 inch cock that is also really thick. He has his tongue pierced and has tattoos. My name is Sparsha, I am Indian, 5’2 and 100 lbs. I have a 38 b cup. I have long legs and a decent size ass for my body. I have always shaved my pussy and I got my hood pierced. I also have my bellybutton and tongue pierced. I also have tattoos.

The day me and Juan finally decided to have sex was the best sex of my life! At this time I had intercourse with two other guys. I never gave a blowjob and no one ever licked my pussy. I didn’t have a cock in my pussy bigger than 7 1/2 inches and not really thick either. Juan taught me how to suck a cock and he had a very talented tongue and he knew how to lick a pussy. Juan gave me my first orgasm. He fucked me like no one has ever fucked me and the first time it felt like I was a virgin again it hurt so bad. I got use to his cock pretty quickly.

The first year was amazing! We had sex 3-4 times a day and we had a lot of outdoor sex. The more chances of us getting caught the more hornier I would be. That’s when we found out I had a wild and kind of a slutty side.

I don’t like wearing bras or underwear, the less clothes the better. I wear short shorts, short skirts, and short dresses. My tops are pretty revealing as well, since I don’t wear a bra my nipples normally show through my tops. I also sleep naked and my husband does as well. The easier the access the maltepe escort better, and I’m always ready for his cock.

We have been together for thirteen years and we just celebrated our one year wedding anniversary. In that time I found out I’m a squirter(the first time I thought I pissed myself)I got really good at sucking cock and I love deepthroating Juan’s huge cock, but I never let him cum in my mouth only my pussy. We never had anal sex at this time, I never had anal sex with anyone.

This story happened five years before we got married.

One night while Juan and I were fucking he decided he wanted to try something different.

“I want to talk dirty to you.” he said.

“What do you mean by dirty?” I asked him.

He started fucking my pussy harder and he leaned over and whispered in my ear “you’re such a little slut!”

I was shocked, no one has ever called me a slut not even during sex. I was more surprised at my reaction of my pussy. As soon as I heard the word slut I came hard.

“You like when I call you a slut, you just squirted all over my cock and balls!”

All I did was shake my head because I was having a powerful orgasm.

“No slut, I want to hear you say you like being called a slut.”

“I- l-i-k-e- b-e-i-n-g- c-a-l-l-e-d- a- s-l-u-t!” I yelled as another orgasm hit me hard.

We were fucking for a good fifteen minutes and then he stops fucking me. “I want to try a couple of other things tonight.” he said, “Get on your hands and knees”!

I was confused because we’ve had sex in doggy escort maltepe style but I didn’t argue because he was so dominating and I loved it. I thought he was going to reenter me but instead of feeling his cock in my pussy I felt a slap on my ass!

“Oww!” I yelled.

He just smirked at me and said “My little slut likes when I smack her ass, you just came!”

He was right, I did cum once I felt the slap. He slapped my other ass cheek. A moan escaped my lips. He smiled at me and it was like he was a different person. He has always known how to satisfy me but he had never been this dominating before and it really turned me on!

He slapped my ass and played with my pussy for a few minutes and then he said. “While you’re in that position I’m going to try something else.”

I kind of had an idea where he was going with this so I tensed up.

“That’s right slut, tonight I’m going to fuck that pretty ass!” He said.

“But I never had any one fuck my ass before.”

“You’ll love it. I promise I’ll take it easy at first.”

“It’s still going to fucking hurt, you’re huge!”

“I bought lube so it will be easier.”

I felt a little better when he said that and at this time we had been together for eight years and I trusted this man wholeheartedly.

“Ok.” Is all I said.

Juan went over to the side table and got out a tube of lube. He poured some on his finger and on my ass. He started gently rubbing my ass with one finger while playing with my clit. It felt really good so I let out a small moan.

“My little maltepe escort bayan slut likes when I rub her ass.”

“Yes!” I yelled as I came.

He continued rubbing my ass and playing with my clit as he slowly entered one finger in my ass. There was so much lubrication between the lube and my cum it slid in pretty easily. He started pumping his fingers in and out of my ass, getting my ass looser.

“Do you like when I finger your ass slut?” He asked me

“Yes.”

“Yes what slut?”

“I like when you finger my ass!!”

“That’s my good little slut.”

He slowly worked three fingers in my ass getting it loose enough for his cock. When I was loose enough he pulled out and stopped playing with my clit. I let out a small sigh when he stopped playing with my clit.

“You ready for my cock in your ass slut?”

I nodded my head yes.

“I want to hear you say you want my big cock in your tiny ass!” He said as he said that he put his cock cock at the entrance of my ass.

I looked up at him nervously. “I- w-a-n-t- y-o-u-r- b-i-g- c-o-c-k- i-n- m-y- t-i-n-y- a-s-s!!”

“That’s my good slut.”

Before I could react his cock popped into my ass.

“Ow get it out, you’re too big!” I yelled.

He ignored me. “You’ll get used to it slut, and you’ll learn to love your ass being fucked!”

It hurt at first but he was right after a while it started feeling good, really fucking good! I squirted all over Juan, myself, and our bed.

Juan fucked me for another couple of minutes until he exploded deep into my bowels.

“O-h- m-y- G-o-d- t-h-a-t- w-a-s- a-m-a-z-i-n-g!” I screamed as my last orgasm hit me.

“I know what my little slut likes.”

Little did I know this was only the beginning of my training in becoming my husband’s slut.

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Deep in the heart of Texas:

My story begins during my Senior year in High School. My mom and I lived in a small town in Texas where football and guns are the two most important things to most men. I wanted to be a football star and was getting closer to my dream of playing in the NFL someday. That didn’t work out, but that’s really not what this story is about.

Mom and I lived in a little house on the edge of town. Just a town like most small towns. Nothing special about it at all. Mom worked in a beauty salon as a hairdresser and had raised me by herself. Her name is Nikki, and almost everybody who met her loved her! She had women coming from miles around because she was so good at making them look beautiful.

We barely got buy in the beginning, but she’d built up her clients over the years, and things were much better that year than they had been. I respected her for keeping me. I’d been born when mom was still in High School. Instead of putting me up for adoption, she’d kept me, and with the help of her parents, she finished school while Grandpa & Grandma babysat me.

Mom never would tell me anything about my real dad other than she’d had a one night fling at a party, and I was the result. In fact, she couldn’t even remember his name or much about how he looked except he was tall and lived in some other town. He’d told her that I was her problem and had disappeared, leaving her pregnant at fifteen. Ever since then, Mom had raised me. And when I was almost out of school things changed. College coaches had been interviewing me, and Mom was always bragging about what a great son I was to anyone that would listen.

***

My senior year started out like I expected it would, but I sure didn’t anticipate how it ended up! It all began the first day I went to English class. Instead of finding old cranky Ms. White, I found a new teacher fresh out of College named Patricia Smith. She’d moved to Texas from California for her first teaching job. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and I think every boy in class had a crush on her.

Patricia looked like she was a work out queen with blonde hair and blue eyes. Such a pretty face and a figure that made all us guys dream and drool. She must have been used to the attention because she ignored all our attempts at flirting with her. She acted like a professional even though she smiled a lot and shot down all us horny guys whenever we tried to flirt with her.

I was already 6′ 1″ and 190 pounds of muscle with brown hair and green eyes. I was the quarterback of the football team and team captain. I never had any trouble finding a girlfriend. All that made me pretty arrogant, and I told my buddy Carl that I’d show him how it was done.

“Jase,” Carl whispered to me one day at the end of class, “I dare you to ask her out.”

I thought about it and took the dare. I was full of myself, and it was a painful lesson to learn.

“Okay, you have your assignments,” Patricia was saying just before the bell rang, “Work hard, are there any questions?”

Like a fool, I raised my hand.

“Yes, Jason?”

“I was wondering if you have any plans for Friday night after the game?” I told her boldly.

Half the class laughed, especially the girls.

Ms. Smith smiled at me for a moment as I stood there waiting for a reply.

“I’m very flattered, Mr. Sinclair,” she started in, “Dating students is against the rules. Even if it was okay, I prefer men, not boys.”

The entire class erupted in laughter as the bell rang. I grabbed my books and felt one foot tall as I left the room as quickly as I could. Carl was right behind me, laughing all the way!

“She cut you down to the ground!” Carl heckled.

“No, shit!” I told him.

After that day, all the other boys and I behaved ourselves. I was a model student, especially in her class, but that didn’t stop me from checking her out whenever she was at the blackboard or not looking. Patricia had what seemed to me like perfect boobs. Not too big or too small. And no matter what she wore to class, her cute little ass made me wish that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. But I knew it was never going to happen. But that didn’t stop me from dreaming about her!

***

Football season ended in November just before my 18th birthday. We’d won the state championship for our small division school, and I had two offers for football scholarships next year. I hadn’t picked a school to sign with yet, but there was another problem.

The scholarships depended on me having at least a “C” average, and I hated English class the most. But I needed to bring that grade up from a “D,” but I just didn’t get it.

I sort of just typed whatever to get it over with, and my grades showed it. When it was time for the Christmas break, I had a solid “D.” I turned in a 5-page paper, and after class, Patricia stopped me and said she wanted to speak with me. When all the students had left, I went to her desk.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, Jason,” She smiled, “It’s about this.”

She slid my paper over for me bursa escort to see, and it was covered in red ink marks. A big “F” circled at the top in red.

“Jason, I know you can do better than this,” She told me, “I know you’re smart enough to remember all those football plays and formations. I think you just aren’t trying when it comes to homework.”

I looked at the mess of red marks, “Yes, ma’am.”

“I’m not trying to put you down. I want to help you, that’s why I’m here. Is there something you don’t understand and need help with?”

“I know I need to do better,” I told her, “My football scholarship depends on it. I just hate English, no offense.”

Patricia smiled, “None taken. Not everyone likes every subject, but they need to learn.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“I’d like to help you if you can do one thing in return for me?”

“Sure, I need help!”

I wasn’t lying about that comment, and for once, I wasn’t thinking about her body.

Patricia looked at me with her pretty blue eyes like she was trying to make a decision about me. I waited as she studied my face for a few seconds.

“Okay,” she said, and the smile was back, “I’ll help you, but you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone if I private tutor you. If you can do that and behave yourself, I’ll help.”

“Why can’t I tell anyone?”

“Because people start rumors, and I don’t want to get fired from my first job.”

I knew what she was talking about. Living in a smaller town meant everybody was nosing into other people’s business. If she were going to really help me on the side, people would think we had something else going on.

“You’re right,” I told her, “People around here won’t mind their own business. I won’t talk, I promise.”

“Okay, I’m going to trust you,” She replied and slid a small note to me, “Here’s my address, come over tomorrow night at seven.”

I picked up the paper and slid it in my jeans pocket, “Thanks! I’ll be there, and don’t worry, nobody will know.”

“I’m trusting you,” She replied, “Don’t let me down.”

“No ma’am, I won’t.”

I was happy leaving school that day. I knew it wasn’t a date, but I was still looking forward to seeing her. Even if it was to work on my English skills.

***

Our Christmas break was coming up soon, but Patricia wanted me to start right away. I went over to her apartment after dark and spent an hour working my butt off. It hadn’t been what I’d expected, but I was motivated to bring my grade up. That didn’t mean I didn’t find time to run my eyes over her body and dream occasionally, but she wasn’t having any of that. Giving me a frown whenever she caught me looking at her like a horn dog.

Hey, back then, I was 18 and horny as hell most of the time. Taking lessons from Patricia was seriously going to cut into my social life, but I was thinking about College. Mom had no way to pay for it, so I took the pain of learning about Nouns, Verbs, and all that other horse shit. I hated it for the most part, but getting special attention from Patricia was why I put up with it at first.

***

I rewrote one of my papers and gave it to her on Friday night. I cringed each time the red pin circled something wrong. Patricia was merciless when it came to that. In the end, I was waiting for her to tell me how fucked up it was, but she smiled instead.

“Jason, this is so much better!”

“It is?”

“Night and day better,” she replied, “See what a little work can do.”

“So, what’s my grade on this?”

“I’d say a solid “C.”

“I was hoping for more.”

“You’ll get there, just keep working hard.”

I thought she could tell I was down on myself.

“Look, correct what I redlined, and bring it back tomorrow night. I’ll replace your other paper with whatever grade it ends up being.”

“You will?”

“I have to,” she smiled again, “You’ve been working hard and deserve it.”

I left and thought my weekend was shot to hell. I’d have to miss the big keg party, but I kept focusing on the end result. This game wasn’t over yet until the clock ran out. I drove home already thinking about how to fix the things she’d outlined.

***

When I got home, mom was watching T.V.

“Hey, mom.”

“Hi, Jase, your home early. I thought you’d be out with a girlfriend.”

“No, mom, no time for that right now.”

“Really?”

I sat down on the couch, “Yeah, really.”

“I’ve noticed you’ve been busy lately?”

Mom’s eyes bored into me with the hint of a smile on her lips, “You sure you don’t have a new girl?”

“If you must know,” I told her, “I’ve been studying to bring my grades up.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and it sucks.”

“I’m glad to see you want that scholarship. I’m proud of you! So who is helping you?”

“Thanks,” I told her, “Ms. Smith, the English teacher has been tutoring me because she thinks I can do it.”

Mom sat back and smiled real big, “I agree, you are way smarter than you think.”

“I’m stupid when it comes to this stuff.”

“She must believe you can do bursa escort bayan it if she’s helping you. I’ll have to thank her when I see her at the next parent-teacher conference.”

That sent chills down my spine.

“Please don’t.”

“Why?”

“She told me she would only help me if I kept it a secret. That it was her first teaching job, and it wouldn’t look proper for her giving me private lessons. That it could get her fired if rumors got started.”

Mom sat back in the recliner and thought about what I’d said.

“She’s pretty smart,” Mom replied, “Don’t worry, I won’t give it away. I’ll thank her after you graduate and are going to College!”

“Thanks, mom.”

“Jason, I’m proud of you! Keep working, and you’ll be fine.”

“Thanks!”

“I love you!”

“Love you too, but I need to fix this paper she gave me.”

“You’ll do fine, baby.”

***

I stayed up half the night while my friends were out partying and probably getting laid. The next day was more of the same as I redid two other papers. I wanted that scholarship more than anything! I wanted to play in the NFL and buy my mom a huge house someday. I wanted to give her everything back, that she’d given up when she raised me. That was my new mission at 18 years old. To thank my mom for all that she’d done for me. I loved her so much it sometimes hurt when I thought about it.

***

I drove past the main street on the way to Patricia’s apartment. Already the other kids were dragging main and looking for hookups for the night. I shook my head and kept my focus on the prize. It was hard, but I drove past and kept going. Small town Texas would have to wait until I got caught up with what I needed to do.

I wanted to bite my nails as Patricia checked my papers. She had always worn work clothes, but that night she had on gym shorts and a T-shirt. Her blonde hair was in a little ponytail as Patricia held her red pen and went over them. Each mark she made hurt, but I kept quiet until she was done and looked up at me.

“Impressive,” she told me with a smile, “I gave you a “B” on all three.”

I let out my breath I’d been holding, “That’s a relief!”

“I told you that you could do this, you just needed to apply yourself.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I replied with a smile big enough to light up Texas.

Patricia looked at me, “I think we can do away with the “Ma’am talk. Just call me Trish from now on when it’s just us.”

I was a bit shocked but grinned, “Okay, Trish.”

She took my papers and put them aside on her coffee table, “I think this calls for a celebration, don’t you?”

“Uh, sure, Trish,” I replied, “What kind?”

She turned towards me on the couch and asked, “I don’t know, suppose you tell me what kids do in this town on the weekends.”

“Just hang out, I guess.”

“Come on, tell me the truth. I’m not some old prude that’s going to have a heart attack. It hasn’t been that long ago I was in high school.”

I had noticed a change in her, but I wasn’t sure where it was going, so I just did what she asked.

“Well, for the most part, we drag main street in our cars and trucks.”

“That’s it?”

“We drink a lot of beer or wine or whatever.”

“Getting drunk, that seems about normal. Then what?”

I was getting nervous because she was a teacher and I didn’t want to rat out my friends.

“Uh, maybe head out in the hills for a beer party.”

“So, you all get drunk and try to get laid?”

That floored me!

“Yeah, I guess most kids our age like to get drunk and screw.”

Trish laughed out loud, “Some things never change! Except in California, we used to have beach parties and dance around the fire naked.”

I looked at her and wondered if my ears were working correctly, “You did?”

“Well, I won’t confirm or deny it was me doing it.”

Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “I would have loved to see that!”

“I think I know that already, Jason.”

“How?” I asked her.

“By the way, you look at me. Is that real interest or just teenage hormones acting up?

The conversation was getting way out of my league by then.

“I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I told her flat out.

She cocked her head, and her blue eyes searched mine for a few seconds, “I think you’re telling me the truth, and thank you.”

“No doubt about it,” I replied, “Every guy in school thinks you’re hot!”

Trish laughed out loud again, “I noticed, but it’s just a bunch of hormones. I was your age not that long ago.”

“Then you know how it feels,” I said.

She looked at me for with that look, “You’re right, Jase, everybody goes through that hormone stage, girls included. How about a beer to celebrate?”

“Sure, if you don’t take points off my grade.”

That made Trish laugh again, “Nope, not at all. Schools out for tonight.”

***

Trish came back from the kitchen with two beers. Instead of Lone Star, it was Budweiser. She could afford the high dollar beer was all I thought when escort bursa I popped the top. She went to the sofa and told me to come sit with her. I followed her like a puppy and wondered if this was really happening.

“So, have you told anyone about us?” she asked with accusing eyes.

I felt I had to tell the truth, “Only my mom because she wondered why I was gone so much.”

“What did she say?”

“She was proud of me for working hard,” I replied, “mom said she wouldn’t say anything, but she wanted me to thank you for helping me.”

“Did you tell any of your buddies?”

“No way!

Trish sat back and took a drink of beer, That’s good, I’m not worried about your mom.”

“Why would you worry about any of this?”

“Because of what I’m about to do.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

Trish looked at me with those piercing blue eyes of hers, “What if I told you that I’ve been attracted to you from the first time I saw you?”

“I’d say the same goes for me.”

“Yes, but you are too obvious, Jase. Sorry, I had to shut you down in class so people wouldn’t talk.”

“So, you really like me?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know, sometimes I think you hate me.”

“You have a lot to learn about women,” Trish replied, “We keep a lot of things under wraps.”

“Like what?”

Trish sat her beer on the coffee table and then got close to me, “Like how much I want to know what it’s like to kiss you.”

Before I could say anything, she was in my lap, kissing my lips! God, it felt incredible, and my cock got hard almost instantly.

“Did you like that?” She asked me.

“Can’t you tell?”

Trish wiggled her ass on my crotch, “Yes, I can tell, now kiss me back.”

The next few minutes almost got me off as she kissed the hell out of me. I ran my hands up under her T-shirt and found nice warm bare boobs! God, they felt good, and I felt a little drop of pre-cum leaking out into my shorts as we made out.

When we came up for air, she gave me the “look.” Right into my eyes like two blue beacons.

“Jase, I’m going to trust you to keep your mouth shut forever about this.”

“I won’t say anything about us kissing,” I told her.

“I wasn’t talking about kissing.”

“Then what?”

“I want you to take me to bed,” She told me, “And if you ever say one word to anyone, I’ll cut your balls off!”

Now, what do you do when you’re 18 and offered that? It didn’t take me long to decide to go for it. We ended up in her bedroom, getting undressed between some hot kissing that made my cock ache.

***

Jesus, Patricia looked so hot naked! Hotter than I’d ever imagined in my dreams. Her body looked like it was made for sex. Perfect breasts with pointed nipples. A little golden triangle of bush above her puffy little camel toe that filled the gap between her shapely thighs.

We got into bed and started kissing. Trish’s bare flesh touching mine was too much. I tried to get on top of her and squeeze between her legs. My cock was throbbing hard, and I wanted her! Patricia locked her legs tightly together and wouldn’t let me in.

“Easy Cowboy!” she said, and pushed me off her, “Is that how you make love to everyone?”

I was frustrated and hadn’t ever thought about it, “Yeah, Is there something wrong?”

Ever the teacher Patricia smiled at me, “Women like to build up to the main event slowly. You need to take your time and get me up to the point I just have to have you.”

“Sorry,” I replied, “I’m already at that point.”

“I could tell,” She replied and got closer and put a bare boob on my chest as she ran her hand through my hair, “How long has it been since you had sex last time?”

“A couple of weeks, I guess.”

Patricia laughed, “That’s a lifetime at your age. I know what you need, and then we can start over and take our time.”

I had no idea what she was talking about until I felt her hand around my cock. Then she slid down my stomach and put her mouth over the end of my cock and started sucking me off.

Shit! I was so horny that I don’t think I lasted even five minutes. I was groaning and telling her I was going to cum. The girls I dated in school would get pissed off if you didn’t warn them before you came in their mouth.

Patricia showed me she wasn’t one of those girls and just jacked and sucked my dick faster. Working me up to an explosion of cum that made me holler as I shot my load in her mouth. I couldn’t believe it as she never took her mouth from my spurting dick. It was the first time I’d had a woman swallow my load instead of spitting it out and bitching about it.

That wasn’t all. Even after I was done, Trish kept milking my cock until every drop was drained out, and it was going limp.

Patricia turned around and wiped the saliva from her chin, “Feel better now?” She asked with a grin.

“Fuck, yes!” I told her, “That was amazing!”

Patricia got out of bed, “I’m going to brush my teeth, and then we can start over again.”

I felt like I was in heaven as I waited for her to come back. I was just sitting naked on the edge of the bed, with my feet on the floor when she went out of the bathroom. For a woman who usually wore baggy clothes that hid her body in school. She wasn’t being shy at that moment!

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* * * * *

Robert Staton was home now, after a long week of hard work it seemed a fair reward to just sit on his big and comfortable arm chair, in front of his TV, enjoying a drink and the company of his daughter.

The man always got home tired, he had been overworking for years. As strange as it seems the exhaustion had helped him relax since his wife left home with his former best friend. He never seen them both since then, he only knew they were somewhere in the north. Now he lives for his work and his only daughter Catharine.

Cathy is his treasure! For years he tried to rise her with dignity and love. For all his caring efforts he was rewarded with her respect and true adoration, they got along very well, but he knew his attention wasn’t enough for her.

She’s eighteen now, he always said to himself she was in the “hormone controlled years” as he called it. But it wasn’t only that. Cathy had been an early bloomer, since she was twelve she had sported nice breasts and womanly curves, at fourteen she already was a knockout and now, in her late teen years, she was just perfect!

But even if her beauty made him proud he could see her using it to draw attention since her early teen years. Specially male attention. Robert always wanted to speak to her about it, it was a father’s responsibility, but he just wasn’t good at it.

Hell! It was her mother’s duty to do it! And she run away!

He never had the nerves to talk seriously about tuzla escort this subject with her, and in the last years he saw his little princess using more revealing clothes and acting in very provocative ways, showing her incredibly sexy body to great effect. Even home she used sheer tops and cut off shorts and he, involuntarily at first, saw lots of his daughter’s flesh.

She still treated him like her loved father, kissing and hugging him, even sitting on his lap, something she’s been doing even now, in her late teen years. She always wore sexy outfits, short skirts, cut off tops, see-through clothes, etc, and sometimes he couldn’t help but stare at her beauty.

He occasionally had sex with women, but had never had a steady relationship since that evil day when his wife disappeared, and lately he had only lived for work and house, forgetting that he was a well kept and handsome, if a little plump, man in his early fifties.

His daughter’s hugs, kisses and caresses were starting to have an unexpected effect on him. Last month he felt his dick hardening as she watched TV on his lap, her full round butt brushing his swelling cock and her arched back causing the tank top to lay open to his eyes, her upward pointing and large bosom mouthwateringly close to him.

Robert managed to avoid an awkward situation, but the innocence left his side of the father/daughter relationship, he started to peek views of her body and had nasty thoughts he she sat on his lap or brushed her tits on him. But he rationalized that it was just his lack of sexual life and nothing would happen, he wasn’t any kind of pervert!

He was watching the late news when his daughter arrived in the living room. She was dressed in her blue see-through nightgown, as usual she was not using a bra and her panties were skimpy. The garment was very short, showing plenty of leg, but then all her clothes are like that. It also was held in place by two thin straps that were tied in bows on her shoulders.

The girl walked to her father and kissed his forehead, as she did every night when they met.

The man smiled in satisfaction.

***

Catharine Staton wasn’t feeling very happy today. She had just broke up with her boyfriend after a fight, he was jealous again, and in fact he had good reason to be!

She was one of the best looking girls in school and was the wet dream of every boy in her class. It was only natural since she was used to flaunt her charms to everybody!

She is a blonde teen with big blue eyes and a beautiful tuzla escort bayan smile, with a hard body shaped by daily workout. But the girl’s best feature is her set of fantastic C-cupped tits that stand proudly pointing up, firm and full. Cathy just loves her big jugs, they were magnificent! And mostly she loved to show them, make men drool about her stacked chest.

She had been playing teasing games for long years. It started shortly after her mother left home to live with his father’s former best friend, both were never seen since then. Her father’s love, even as hard as he tried, was not enough for her needs.

She had developed early and soon she started to notice male attention. Cathy started to crave this attention, in her early teen years she already was a teaser, and her flirting went up even to the adults around. Her father noticed but never said anything, he still treats her as his little princess to this day.

She has been getting boys and grown ups hot for her for years, but, until some months ago, never got past the blowjobs for her boyfriends. The blonde had always got excited when she noticed men looking at her with desire, she always gave them a little peek of her panties or a look at her cleavage from some vantage point, but had always left them with hard cases of blue balls!

But somehow it changed. Three months ago she got so excited about teasing a fat boy in school that she ended up giving him a handjob. The look in his face and the adoration in his eyes had driven her nearly insane. Cathy knew it wouldn’t be the last time!

Since then the busty blonde had felt the need to satisfy every man whom she had teased for too long. I seemed some kind of compensation, but in fact she loved the way they look as she turns their dreams into reality. Sometimes she had even reached a climax just from small touches in this situations.

Flirting it had always been a major turn on for the sexy teen, she enjoyed it more than kissing and most intimacies, but the new sensation was just addictive! Cathy had been getting out of control more frequently, and she was afraid she would get in big trouble sometime, specially because she was a virgin!

But she just couldn’t help herself.

The blonde teen got out of her daydream and dressed herself for sleep in her sheer night gown, it was semi-transparent and very short. Cathy never wore a bra home, and she only was using the small panties because she was going to talk to her father.

Every night they would meet in the living room escort tuzla and chat about the day and, in fact, anything that came to their minds. They would spend a nice time together and the girl loved this night talks with her dad, the person she most loved in the world. It would always end up with her nearly sleeping in his lap and he stoking lovingly her long hair, it was the sweetest thing in her life and she longed for it every day, and just now it was making her feel relaxed and light.

The beautiful blonde went happily to the living room

***

Cathy walked toward me and I had to control my heart. She leaned to kiss my forehead and I stared at her perfect bosom through the transparent fabric of her gown. I could clearly see the curves and even the areola was nearly visible. The gravity made the neckline hang down and I saw her deep cleavage from very near.

“Good night dad.” I heard her saying.

“Good night, my princess.” I answered. “how have been your day?” I always ask this, it’s almost a ritual for us. Cathy sat on my lap and my heart raced, I adjusted my crotch to have my cock rubbing against her buttocks. She never noticed it, I think she just trusted me too much, never realizing that I’m a man after all.

My daughter’s mouth started to speak about her day and all the teenager problems she was having, my mind wandered to other parts of her body. Her crotch was firmly pressed against mine and I felt her heat on my body, it was driving me crazy, but I just pretended to be hearing her.

As she spoke my daughter waved her arms in wild gesticulation, to simulate her argument with her former boyfriend. The straps always ended up on her arms and I had lots of peeks of her big and round nipples.

In the end of the story I just hugged her, feeling her young body against me, and said comforting words, I don’t even remember what I said! She kissed my cheeks and I took the opportunity to hug her while she wasn’t with her back arched, she didn’t resist, thinking it to be a normal fatherly caress, but my face was pressed against her ample mounds as her arms were around my head.

I must confess that I nearly lost control, all I could think was about taking her nipple, so near my lips, into my mouth and sucking it. Shame hit me hard at this same time, I was going too far, she was my daughter, my little girl, and stood there daydreaming about sucking her tits! It was not natural… it was incest and I knew it.

But then she started to feel drowsed, and even stretched and yawned in my lap, the big tits busted the gown and her left breast was in full view for short moments before she adjusted herself. Then she went to her room to sleep, and I went to mine to masturbate.

To Be Continued…

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I woke up the next day not believing all that had taken place just hours earlier. My whole body ached inside out so I guess that was a good indication!! I had a long soak then went down stairs for some brunch since it was already close to noon. I met my aunt in the kitchen chopping some veg and I could hardly look her in the eye.

“Had a nice night?” she asked with a friendly smile as I sat down to some cereal which was all I could stomach right then. My insides felt like they’d been churned through and through, thanks to the glorious pounding I got from both my randy uncle and horny cousin.

If only you knew, was my silent reply, though I mumbled that I’d slept well. She went on with some small talk about a message from my mom but I was hardly listening. It was strange I felt no sense of guilt. I really felt like I was harming nobody. After all, it wasn’t like I’d initiated it all. It was Uncle Frank that had come into MY room. Also, cousin Anthony had had a choice to tell his mom – but he’d chosen to get a piece of the action. How was I a bad person then?

My aunt was still talking, but I broke in to ask her where everyone was. “Ohh, Uncle Frank barely made it out on time to work, and of course Ant and Felice are off to school. How’s your day planned out?”

I ruminated on my reply as I chewed. I was supposed to be working on some research at the moment, and then I had to get to work at six pm. But I figured I’d just laze the day away till I had to get to work. “I’m free for the afternoon,” I told her at last. “Need help with preparing lunch?”

“No dear, I just wondered if you’d like to go shopping with me. I need to get a new outfit for a party I’m attending with your uncle next week.”

I loved shopping, even when I wasn’t actually doing any spending, so I agreed to tag along. We drove to the uptown shopping mall half an hour later. I picked out some nice dresses for my aunt to try, as well as for myself, just for fun of course cos I knew I couldn’t afford any new stuff right then.

We both went in to change. All the stall were full so we ended up sharing the same changing room. I watched in curiosity as my aunt stripped down to her underwear to try on her dress.

“You can’t wear a bra with that,” I informed her, as the attire had just one tiny mono-strap. To my surprise, she unselfconsciously snapped off her bra. I couldn’t help but oogle.

My aunt was slim, petit, with short brown hair. At least thirty five, she had the body of a fifteen year old it seemed. Her breasts were small and pert and high, with tiny attractive nipples. Her belly was flat and her hips bursa escort trim, and she had nice fair skin. I thought she looked sexy as hell. Those drab clothes of hers really hid a fantastic bod, I realised.

“You have a beautiful figure, Auntie,” I said mildly, turning away at last as she stepped into her dress. She hadn’t seen me staring, oblivious to my admiring looks. Not wanting to be outdone, I discarded my clothes down to my skimpy briefs. I hadn’t even worn a bra underneath my top, and my proud large breasts jiggled as I flung my clothes away.

“Thanks, Tara,” she replied, looking up to see my half-naked. “So do y. . .”

Her words broke off as she got a good look at my generous figure, and I paused a few seconds for full effect before I put on one of the dresses I’d picked.

We didn’t say much after that, but there seemed a newly-charged atmosphere in the changing room, and suddenly the outside world didn’t matter for a moment as I wondered if she was thinking what I was thinking. Two grown women with very sexy bodies in their own right, stuck in the same little room half naked. It was really a turn on just thinking about the things I’d love to do with her youthful-looking body.

We both changed again and again and sought each other’s opinions about the clothes. At last she ended up taking two dresses, and even offered to buy one for me. When I refused gracefully, she insisted. At last I shrugged and thanked her for being so nice.

Back in the car, she decided we could drive over to a nice place for lunch. I really felt kind of funny now because all of a sudden I was finding my aunt to be a very attractive woman and not just the boring nice lady who was letting me stay at her house. She didn’t have much to say but it was always sensible, and I was thoroughly enjoying her company. We had a nice meal and it was fun, laughing and chatting about stuff. I even felt a tiny twinge of guilt when I thought of how, only just that early morning, I’d been thoroughly fucked by both her husband and her son.

It was close to evening when we finally got home, totalled by the busy afternoon we’d had. We went to our respective rooms to drop our packages. No one was home yet, just us, and I decided to return to her room to thank her again for the dress before I went out to work.

“Auntie?” I called from the doorway of her room, and found that the door was ajar. Pushing it in, I stepped into the master bedroom, finding it empty. Confused, I called out to her again.

“Oh, Tara! I’m in the bathroom,” Aunt Shiela replied, and I could hear the shower running. My heart suddenly bursa escort bayan thudded at the thoughts that flew through my head right then. I didn’t even think it through as I went straight into the open bathroom. Sure enough, she was under the shower, partially concealed behind the frosted shower glass.

“I just needed a quick shower, I felt so hot,” the older woman explained, and I could see she was soaping her shoulders. “How about you?”

Her words made me start. “Um, I. . .well, I think I’m in need of a shower too, but I need to be off to work in a bit. . “

“Well, you can just jump in with me, Tara. No need to go back to your room. Come on now, there’s room enough for both of us. Felicia and I share the shower all the time, ever since the shower head in her room broke a week ago.”

It was like I was dreaming. My aunt wanted me to get into the shower with HER? Shy, retiring Aunt Shiela? I felt like I had to be hearing things.

“I’m not going to bite you,” I heard her say jokingly, poking her head through the shower door. I met her laughing eyes and figured it might all be very innocent after all.

I stripped, then a little hesitantly, stepped into the warm cubicle with her. She was right, it was large enough, though a bit of a tight fit. There was no way we could shower without our bodies touching. Hers felt warm and deliciously wet. I felt the spray of water and it seemed to wash away the last of my inhibitions.

“Here’s the soap,” Aunt Shiela said, handing me the scented bar. Our fingers brushed, and I felt a powerful surge of arousal. My aunt’s short hair had curled in lovely ringlets around her face, and her bright grey eyes seemed to twinkle at me. I smiled back warmly, and began to rub the bar all over my body, concentrating on my erogenous zones. She watched me all the while, even as the overhead shower rinsed the foam off her own body.

“Nice,” she said with a light tone, as my hand went lower and the soap disappeared between my thighs. I lathered there gently, then handed her back the soap. Without a word, she soaped her pussy too. It was a very erotic thing to be a part of, and my heart began to thomp even harder. Just what did we think we were doing? What if any of the others came home and caught us? I didn’t even care about any of that anymore.

She put the soap away, and then retrieved the shower head, bringing it close to my belly. I stepped my feet apart and allowed her to spray the water right against my pussy. I lifted my right thigh and washed any remaining suds with my hands. I saw her lick her lips at the sight.

“You have the escort bursa most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen,” she breathed, right before she rinsed herself off as well. I noticed her own cunt was pretty too, and just as smoothly shaven as mine. I told her this, and she smiled. “Uncle Frank. . .I love him, but he so doesn’t know I’m not really into dicks. I’m a pussy woman myself to tell you the truth.”

Her words shocked me and thrilled me, and I drew a shuddering breath. She asked me if she could kiss me. Heck yeah, I thought, but replied by taking her face in my hands and drawing close till our lips touched. We kissed, and we caressed each other, feeling over each other’s skin, breasts, hips. She was the first person to make the bold move to pussy, and I sighed as her soft small fingers found their way into my melting hub. She stroked me expertly, and in turn, I fingered her hot red cunt lips. It felt good, and I wondered why I hadn’t done much girl action in a while. I guess having a dick fixation doesn’t give one an interest in much else. I decided that was going to change in a while.

Turning bold, I withdrew from her lips to bend my head to her lovely little breasts, which I suckled one after the other with the gentleness yet passion I would want mine to be given. She purred and sighed, and called out my name. I fucking loved it all. Sucking and fondling her breasts gave a heady, delicious feeling in my belly. And when she caressed my boobs hungrily, I knew she felt the same.

“Let’s make eachother come, Tara darling. We don’t have much time,” she reminded me, even as her fingers began to masterfully thumb my pussy and clit. I gasped out loud over her nipples, throwing my head back as I quickened the pace of the finger-fucking I was giving her. The sloshing sound of our pussies was all we could hear above the noise of the falling shower, as we kissed lingeringly. In moments, both of us reached a simultaneously exploding climax, which amazed me. I thought I was the only one who could pleasure myself into coming so fast. It usually took me less than fifteen seconds to come with self-stimulation, and yet my aunt had achieved this in less time. I was glad I’d been able to do the same for her.

“Hmmn, I fucking loved that,” she told me in my ear, and I wanted to laugh at my aunt using the f-word. Well, nothing could really surprise me about her anymore. Even when she added wickedly, “Somehow, I knew you’d be game for it. Your mum and I did stuff like this a lot when we were younger. And you remind me so much of her, Tara. Next time I’m going to lick that beautiful pussy of yours, like I used to enjoy licking your mum’s. I’ll be eating you for hours.”

“That’ll be..great, Aunt Shiela,” I said, my mind in a whirl as we both rinsed off quickly. In minutes I was dressed and leaving the house just in time to catch my bus to work.

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He hadn’t suspected a thing. I told him that I needed to go to the bathroom, and did. But once there I changed into my super sexy lingerie that I had just purchased. A black push up bra with some frail fabric hanging down from the cups, and tiny little black panties.

We were in his apartment. He was on the computer checking his email and when I, “needed to go to the bathroom.” I peaked over the side of the wall out of the bathroom to make sure he hadn’t moved. I was safe. My plan was to sneak over to him and start massaging his back, then I’d turn him around, whip out his dick and…well…this was the plan.

But that’s now how it went. I’m not a very sneaky person and never have I been fully graceful. As I “sneaked” towards him I stumbled over some cords and landed smack on my ass with my head on the floor and my legs spread eagle. I heard him get up and say, “Are you o…Oh…whoa.”

Not exactly how I wanted my entrance to be, but I took it. The lust in his voice had showed me that he was enjoying my outfit. I lifted my upper body, careful to keep my legs spread.

“You like?” I said, teasing his eyes as my finger traced one of my breasts.

“I like very much,” he said, almost drooling. I crawled my way to his bed, making sure to give my ass a little shake as I moved, then positioned myself on the bed so that my legs were, again, spread eagle, and my arms were under my head.

He stripped completely, then got down onto his knees in front of me and crawled on top of me. He shifted his weight to the side of me and stared at my body, his hand caressing my side and fiddling with the lace of the bra.

“You are so beautiful,” he told me. I blushed and smiled. Then he leaned down and kissed me. It was very gentle but extremely passionate. bursa escort I could feel his hand crawl up my side and then he began to massage my chest. I let out a little moan from the contact.

His hand continued down my stomach and towards the warm patch that had developed on my panties. He stroked the fire inside me and I gasped. With my mouth open he took the opportunity to kiss me deeper. He slid his tongue into my mouth and I responded quickly by sliding mine into his. We kissed so ferociously. My arms were wrapped around his neck. One of his hands was under my head for leverage as the other was stroking my soft spot, making me wetter and hotter.

Then his hand slipped under my underwear. My hips thrust up with pleasure. He started slow, teasing me, rubbing my pussy lips and playing with my pubic hair. Then he took his fingers and slowly separated my lips. He found my clit and pushed gently. I let out a deep moan. He rubbed. The fire inside me flamed as I thrust my hips into the air. He moved his hand faster. I had always melted under his touch, especially when his expert hands moved the way they did.

Passion turned to desire as my hips moved up and down. Then he quickly slid two fingers inside me as his thumb massaged my clit. I exploded and came fiercely, my moans echoing through the walls.

He slid down the bed, his face very close to my pussy, and he removed my panties. I loved the feeling of the cool air hitting my sopping lips. He took both his hands and separated my lips and dove. His tongue hit my clit immediately, causing me to arch my back in response as I let out a very high moan. He lapped up everything, his tongue working my spots. He placed his fingers back inside me and moved them in and out. His tongue on my clit and his fingers bursa escort bayan up my pussy made my body pulsate. I could feel the ripples of pleasure move my hips and arch my back as my arms clawed at the bed. I let out cry after cry of pure ecstasy.

And then I came, my toes curled and my hands reached for anything they could squeeze. His head moved up and he kissed my thighs. He continued up my stomach and reached my neck where he began to bite me. I loved it. It wasn’t hard enough to draw blood or leave a mark, but it felt so good. I moaned with the feeling as pleasure rippled down my spine. He kissed down my chest and headed for my nipples where he sucked and nibbled.

I needed to taste him. We flipped over, I hovered over his body as he laid on his back. I kissed him gently and slowly worked my mouth down his chest, sucking and licking here and there. I worked my way to his thighs where I sucked a little. I teased my tongue around his balls and licked base of his shaft, then up the shaft and ended at the head of his hard cock where my tongue spun around the tip. He moaned and let out a sigh as his hips thrust up, trying to feel more of me. I slowly parted my lips with his cock and moved my head down as far as it would go. With the parts of his dick that were still exposed I used my fingers to rub. Then I slowly moved up his cock. It felt so good to feel him twitch inside me.

My tongue played with his head again and I worked my way down to his balls. I licked the underside and mashed my face in as far as he was comfortable while I stroked his dick with my hand. I sucked softly and licked carefully, playing and tasting everything I could.

Then I hovered over his dick and stroked up and down staring. It was so majestic. Pre-cum oozed from the escort bursa tip, lubricating my hand and glistening in the light. I lowered my face and placed the tip at the end of my tongue and tasted him. Then I stiffened my lips and my whole head went down. He would thrust into my face as my mouth surrounded his cock. My tongue played with the head, swirling around it as I sucked softly. His moans just excited me more.

Then he said, “I want to be in side you so bad,” through gritted teeth. I lifted my head and smiled. I crawled on top of him and lowered my hips so that his hard dick rubbed against my wet pussy. I moaned out with pleasure every time he’d thrust up, parting my lips slightly. Then he reached under me to position his cock, I lowered myself at the same time that he thrust up into me and we both let out moans of raw desire. I threw my head back, hair whipping my face, and started to ride him. I moved up and down slowly while on top of him, trying to prolong the feeling. Sometimes I would stop and let him thrust into me.

Our movements became faster as the beast inside me took over. My wild movements through him into a frenzy. As I moved up I would tighten my pussy muscles, then on the way down I’d release and relax. These movements continued. Eventually the movements became faster and more rhythmic. Our moans increased as both of us panted. My hair flailed this way and that. My breasts smacked against his chest. Our bodies made delicious sucking sounds from the sweat and lubrication.

He exclaimed, “Oh God…I’m coming!” I could feel him throb inside me. His cock twitched and both of us were finally released in bliss as his cum claimed my pussy.

I stayed on top of him for a couple of minutes slowly moving my hips forward and back as the orgasms subsided. His hands stroked my arms up and down and I bent over and kissed him gently on his forehead.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you,” I said. And then I collapsed at his side, completely content.

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