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My lover, D, and I have been together almost two years, and our sex life is the best part of our relationship. We make no pretenses about it, and we accept the fact that we will probably never proceed to the next step — that of a permanent commitment. We remain together for the pure fun and pleasure of sex.

D will do anything I want in bed (or many times out of bed…). I need simply to ask him, and he will comply. He is very adventurous and creative and has taught me to enjoy kinky things I never thought I would try.

My birthday was approaching, and D asked me what I would like. This time, I wanted to come up with something unique, sexually. Previously, we would “do” certain acts for each other, such as dressing up, role playing, spanking, dildo play, etc. Romance was not a big part of our sex life; fucking was the main attraction. This time I wanted to challenge D. He is a wonderful lover, very attentive to my pleasure as well as his own. He loves pussy, so I get to have my favorite act performed regularly.

I told D that for my birthday, I wanted a Full Body Fuck. He raised his eyebrows in question and asked what I meant. I did not explain it to him. I told him to use his imagination and come up with something that would take at least an hour to satisfy me sexually. He grinned his charming little grin, and I knew he had already started planning.

The night of my birthday, I arrived at D’s house with much anticipation. I had taken a long, hot bath and felt very relaxed. I had prepped myself for an evening of sex: shaved my legs, trimmed my pussy, and I put on my sexiest underwear — D’s favorite. I knocked on the door lightly and went in. He stood there smiling. In one hand, he had a long-stemmed red rose, and in the other, a bottle of my favorite wine, totally out of character. Excitedly, I went to him and gave him a very romantic kiss. He told me to sit down, as he poured each of us a glass of wine.

He sat next to me on the couch and took one of my hands in his. He began softly stroking my fingers, and taking each one into his mouth, sucking on them, all the while staring into my eyes. I took a sip of wine, and the warmth ran into my chest and down to my groin….or was it what D was doing that caused this sensation? He leaned over and whispered in my ear that I looked beautiful. The warm breath on my ear sent goose bumps over my entire body. He began to nibble at my ear, then lightly kissed my neck, slightly sucking and licking, down to my shoulder blade.

I thought I was going to cum immediately. As I began breathing harder, D bent over and began kissing me, licking my bottom lip, sticking his tongue in my mouth slightly, gently rubbing his lips over mine. He pulled away and looked me in the eyes and said, “Happy Birthday Baby.”

He asked me to undress, leaving only my bra and panties on, ataşehir escort bayan and to sit back on the couch and make myself comfortable. Slowly, I took off my shoes and my dress, revealing only my white lace thong and see-through bra, my large erect nipples now pushing at the material. I could see D’s approval, as he devoured me with his eyes. I was so hot at this point, and he had barely touched me. I sat on the couch, and D kneeled on the floor in front of me, looking up into my eyes. He took one of my feet in his hands, massaging it, first the ankle, then the arch, then each toe. He took my toes, one by one, in his mouth and started sucking gently on them. This was driving me wild…he had never done this before, and I loved it. He began his ascent up my calf, kissing, making little flicking movements with his hot tongue, purring as he did so. As he reached my thighs, I could feel my panties getting extremely wet, anticipating his touch and tongue as he moved closer to his goal…

As he neared my thighs, I could feel my legs begin to quiver. He slowly parted my legs, watching me squirm under his touch. He began to lick and nibble at the inside of my thighs, and instinctively, I grabbed the back of his head, wanting to direct him to my pussy. But, he removed my hands and smiled at me, with a knowing look, devilish and teasing. He continued licking so gently at the soft skin on my upper thigh. I felt my clit begin to tingle and my pussy was so hot, I am sure he could feel and smell the heated passion between my legs. As he neared my throbbing pussy, I felt myself pushing my hips up to meet his mouth, but he retracted, leaving me sexually frustrated.

I lay back and relaxed, going with the moment. He continued his exploration. He licked my panty line, slightly pushing aside the material,making me moan with sexual frustration. He darted his tongue all around, never actually touching, but merely brushing my soft pubic hair with his tongue, as if a butterfly had landed for a split second on me, then flew away. He nibbled at my clit gently through my wet undies. I knew D felt and smelled my excitement, and he continued to hold back, driving me wild.

Just when I thought he would take me orally, he withdrew. He positioned himself upright between my legs, and deftly unhooked my bra, moving towards my full breasts, nipples tautly erect in anticipation. He rolled his face between by breasts, cupping them in his soft hands, kneading them, squeezing them, softly slapping them. He began licking my nipples very lightly, then with more force, as he started sucking and biting at them. He nursed them as if I was his mother, giving him the milk of life, moaning softly as he did so. I reached around the back of his head and stroked his hair, and pulled him into me.

After several minutes of satisfying himself escort kadıöy at my breasts, he gently lay me down on the couch and lowered himself on top of me. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach, and I wanted to strip him of his clothes and pull him into my wet pussy. As I reached down to stroke him, he pushed my hand away. He whispered, “Not yet baby.”

He continued kissing my mouth, my neck and my breasts, moving down again, flicking his tongue over my belly, swirling it in my navel, and proceeding down to my mound. He again began to lick me through the now soaking crotch of my panties, greedily sucking and biting at my engorged clit. When I didn’t think I could take it any more, he eased my panties down and removed them. He stared at my exposed pussy, moaning with delight as he looked into my eyes, telling me how he enjoyed the sight of my beautiful cunt.

D began slowly exploring my pussy, as if he had never seen it before. He caressed my pussy lips gently and lovingly,sucking them gently into his mouth. He licked my clit with his warm, wet tongue, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He slowly circled my clit with his finger, rubbing my wetness around its hood, then moving it down along my slit, so wet and silky. He put more of my juices on his finger and softly circled my asshole as I writhed with pleasure. I wanted to call it off and tell him to just fuck me, but I knew it would spoil his plan. As if he read my mind, yet again, he began to lick me with his hot, wet tongue.

The touch of his tongue on my pussy again sent shock waves through me, and I had an orgasm that seemed to come from my toes. As I felt myself cum, he pushed his mouth into my pussy, drinking in my nectar. His tongue, now rigid, was pushing into me, fucking my hot and wet hole, and I responded by pushing my hips into his face. He kept saying, “easy baby, easy,” but I couldn’t stop. Finally, both exhausted from the effort, we fell away from each other, D lying his head on my stomach, still heaving from the excitement. As we lay there, totally absorbed in each other, I thought how wonderful D was to play into my little fantasy. I felt wonderful, and totally fulfilled. I was about to get up and get dressed, when D said he wasn’t finished. I was amazed…what did he have in mind?

“I believe you asked for a full body fuck…. We are only halfway there, my love.” I couldn’t believe my fortune. I was already fully satisfied. But, apparently D had other ideas…. He told me to go into the bedroom and lie down. I rose from the couch, walking on unsteady legs towards the bedroom, savoring the feelings coursing through my body and very conscious of D’s eyes on me. I lay down on his big bed, on my back, and waited for him to come to me, anxious for the next step.

D entered the bedroom, his cock at full attention as he maltepe escort approached me. He never had a problem getting erect, but it was usually with a little help from me. This time, there was no doubt that he was totally prepared for his next step, and needed no help. As he approached the bed, he was stroking his cock, so full and thick and engorged, and I couldn’t wait for him to lie down with me. I wanted him in me, thrusting his beautiful cock in my ready pussy, fucking like there was no tomorrow. As he climbed onto the bed, he told me to turn over on my stomach….I obeyed his directive. He got on the bed behind me, grabbed my hips and lifted my ass up towards his cock. With my ass in the air, and my pussy fully exposed, D began to lick me, his tongue fucking my cunt and licking my clit from behind. He proceeded down my slit towards my anus, and using my juices as lube, he tongue fucked my ass. It felt so good, and I wanted to scream out for him to fuck me. He pulled my ass towards him and with one hand rubbing my clit, he used his other to push his hard cock into my gaping pussy.

He started fucking me slowly and gently, developing a sensual rhythm, then started thrusting harder and harder, slamming into me, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust. I was on the verge of cumming again, when he pulled out, and started licking my pussy, drinking in my juices…his face covered with them as he buried it into me. Pulling away, he fingered me, getting his fingers wet again then rubbed them on my anus, getting my hole wet. He spit on me, adding more lube, then he began pressing the head of his cock into me, just a little, testing me and teasing me. As he slowly pressed his hard cock into my ass, I let myself relax so I could take him into me. As he passed the sphincter muscle, so gently and slowly, I felt the sudden pop and splurge as his hard cock entered my ass.

There was little pain as I allowed him into my sacred place, pushing myself against him with such pleasure. We fucked this way for several minutes, and I found myself getting close to orgasm, as D kept saying how tight my ass was and how good it felt, his breathing becoming more heavy. He was stroking me slowly and smoothly and he was hitting every hot spot with each thrust. I felt the fullness of him in me, touching my G spot, so close to my pussy…I thought I was going to explode…

As if knowing this, D began thrusting a little harder, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I screamed that I was going to cum, which in turn made D let go, and we came together in a noisy frenzy that left us both totally consumed in passion and lust and love. I lowered myself down, with D still in me, as he collapsed on my back. We stayed in this position for several minutes, resuming normal breathing and enjoying the natural ebbing of our bodies and minds, neither of us wanting to remove ourselves from this communion.

After we came down from our sexual high, D finally removed himself from me, and took me in his arms, kissing me deeply and softly, and said, “Happy Birthday Baby.” It was the best birthday gift I ever had…so far…

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I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. The feel of his strong arms.. the taste of his kisses.. After spending the night and the better part of the next two days with Randy, he had me hooked. Why couldn’t he have just been one of those good looking, awesome fucks that you dream about for weeks afterward, but never really see again? Somehow he had gotten to me, something noone else has ever done..

I had never been one to go crazy over a guy, but Randy had this way of popping up in my thoughts at the worst times. Concentrating at work was nearly impossible. Every time I would hear the ambulance toned out a tingle would run through me, hoping that he would be riding again, but no such luck for me.

Finally my work week was over. Friday again and I had seven days and nights free. Life pretty much got back to the same old routine, hanging out with my friends and at the house.

A huge smile creeped up on my lips as I cleaned up the kitchen that first day off, a broken glass still laying on the floor brought back such erotic memories of Randy as he pushed it off the counter in a hurry to slam his cock into me before he left for work that last morning.. Mmmm..

“OK.. Enough Missy.” I told myself out loud, all the while smiling as I slipped my clothes off and a robe on while I ran hot water into the huge tub, piling my hair on top of my head. I added a hint of lavender to the running water.

I laughed as my puppy, Daisy, tried to climb into my tub. I grabbed her up, playfully scratching behind pendik escort her perky ears as I walked to the door, opening it to let her out. A cool breeze gently blew my robe as I leaned over to put her down, almost dropping her, freezing as I hear that familiar chuckle.

Only seeing black boots as I slowly lifted my surprised eyes, knowing without looking up who was standing there. “You look happy to see me, baby.” He drawled in that so sexy voice, his amusement evident as his smoky eyes drop to my hardening nipples, now clearly visible through the thin silk..

God, why does he have to look like that?? There he was, standing on my porch in tight blue pants, that light blue shirt that fits his muscular chest and arms so well and his fire dept jacket. He didn’t even wait for an invitation. He just strolled on in the door like he owned the place, sliding his jacket off and dropping it over the back of the couch.

He looked toward the bathroom again amused. “Did you forget about something, Mel?” He chuckled as I rushed toward the sound of the overflowing tub.

Cursing under my breath as I threw a towel in the now soaked floor and leaned over to turn the water off, I gasped as I felt his strong hands on either side of my hips, without warning, suddenly slamming me back onto his rock hard cock. My cheeks turned red, knowing that he knew that I was already dripping wet, just from talking to him.

One hand slid into my hair, yanking my head back, his warm breath teasing my ear. “I told maltepe escort you I decide when and how we do this, didn’t I?” His voice was almost threatening, as he continued to slam his cock into my aching pussy..

Hmmm how I had dreamed about this since I saw him last, the reality of his attentions far surpassing the fantasy once again. I ground my hips back against his, the sting of his hand across my bare ass brought my attention back to his voice. “I didn’t tell you you could cum yet, did I, little one?” He growled.

I was so lost in the moment that I had not realized it until I felt the warm juice sliding down my thighs. “I.. I’m.. sorry.” I whispered, true regret in my voice, even as my mind screamed out not to apologize to him..

He pulled his rock hard cock out of me, pulling me around and pushing me down on my knees, his hand still in my hair driving my mouth onto his dripping cock. The taste of my cum mixed with his, sent shivers down my spine. His intended punishment had the opposite effect on me.

After a few moments of fucking my mouth like this, his dark eyes met mine. “Hold out your tongue, NOW!” He demanded. He jerked my head back and without hesitation, I slid my tongue out of my now red and slightly swollen lips. Thick spurts of cum rolled from his cock onto my tongue. I hungrily swallowed it, the tip of my tongue licking every last drop from his swollen head.

His eyes seemed to smile as he lifted me from the cold floor, sliding the wet robe from my shoulders. kartal escort his once harsh fingers now gently touching my nipples. He leaned over and brushed his lips to mine. “I missed you, baby.” He whispered as he lowered me into the soothing warm water, slippping out of the rest of this clothes and into the tub behind me.

I leaned back against his hard chest, contentment on both of our faces. Hands once hard as steel, now soft and tender as they soaped up and slowly glided over my soft skin, taking great care to cover every last inch of my chest. Strong fingers payed special attention to my sensitive nipples, sliding farther down to my so swollen clit, gently rolling it between two fingers. He was so soft and easy, the tension between my thighs built quickly.

I felt his cock hardening once again. I tilted my head back against his hard chest. My voice begged, “May I…?”

His short nod was all the encouragement I needed to slide around in the tub to face him, a knee on either side of him. Our eyes locked, no words needed as I slid down his hardness. His hands on my hips held me still, the feel of his cock twitching inside me was enough to drive me over the edge. I tried to hold back, waiting .. and waiting. My eyes begged for the release that he knew that my body so desperately needed from his. Our breathing was the only audible sound until he half-whispered, half-moaned, “Now baby.” My body reacted to the mere command in his voice, tensing immediately as I felt his cock pulsing so deep within me.

I awakened much later that afternoon, stretching so sensuously. My heart dropped as I felt the empty space next to mine, until I saw the single red rose laying on the pillow. A short note lay beside it, reading “Until tonight, little one.. “

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Although I’m now 40 years old, I can still remember my first sexual experience. I grew up in a strict religious home where sex was considered to be acceptable only if you were married. It was not really discussed. Of course, since an adolescent girl is not supposed to be getting married, she really should not be thinking about sex. I spent my high school years studying hard and getting into college.

After high school, I went to a religious college and continued following the strict teachings my parents had taught me. During my junior year (I was 19 at the time), I started dating a guy who was as inexperienced as I was. We went out for a long time before we even kissed.

Eventually we started to make out with our clothes on. One Sunday after church we went back to my dorm room (my roommate was gone for the weekend) and started to make out. I was on my back on the bed. (I was still wearing my dress from church and he still had his slacks and shirt on.) He lay on top of me as we kissed and hugged each other. I could tell that he was excited because I could feel his erection through my thin skirt. I started to feel real mushy “down there”. His erect pendik escort penis was pushing on my crotch while we kissed. I began to feel somewhat emotional, like a needy urgent feeling. I kissed back and stuck my tongue in his mouth. I could feel him grinding into me. He stuck his tongue in my mouth and I sucked hard on it. He pushed his tongue in and out in rhythm to his hip movements. Each time he slid his tongue into my mouth, I sucked it hard. It was like we were having intercourse with our mouths.

I liked the feeling of our crotches grinding together. I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed while he wiggled his bulge against my crotch. I was breathing hard. I felt like crying. While I sucked as hard as I could on his tongue, I all of a sudden felt my body start to shake. I buried my head on his shoulder and sobbed as waves of emotion and sexual tension spasmed through my body. I heard him groan as he exhaled deeply. A few minutes later he got up to go to work. I noticed a large wet spot on the front of his slacks like he had urinated. I knew then that we had both orgasmed together, not once touching skin on skin.

A few days maltepe escort later I wondered if I could make myself feel that way. I got a bottle of shampoo from the bathroom and held it over my panties against my crotch. I reclined on my back and spread my legs with my feet flat on the bed. I pushed up with my crotch and through my panties rubbed my clit into the bottle. I gyrated back and forth until I felt myself start to cum. I thought about the day with my boyfriend and the orgasm happened again.

A few weeks after my first orgasm, my boyfriend and I were at his apartment. I still was not ready to have sex or for him to see me naked. We once again started making out fully clothed. This time my boyfriend was lying on his back and I was on top. I was wearing a pleated skirt that came down to just above my knees and a pair of white cotton panties. I turned around and squatted over my boyfriend’s head facing toward his feet. My skirt covered his face. I put my weight on my knees and started to undo his jeans while I rubbed against his chin like I had the shampoo bottle. My hands were shaking. I had never seen or touched a penis before. I fumbled kartal escort with his zipper and put my left hand down his pants once I got the jeans open. By this time he was blowing through my panties directing warm air onto my pussy. I pulled out his penis and lightly blew air on it. I was still too nervous to put my mouth on it. I put my fingers gently around and felt it twitch or pulse as it seemed to get even more erect.

I wrapped my fingers around and began to slowly stroke up and down. He started to move his hips in response. I also started grinding my crotch into his face. I could feel his tongue pushing up through my now wet panties into my pussy. My clit was rubbing against his chin. I couldn’t seem to move my hips fast enough. I was frantic. I know I was gripping his cock with one hand and the bedspread with the other. I felt myself start to cum and squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could squeezing his head between my thighs. I know I must have been squeezing his cock hard too because as I relaxed my grip when I came I felt him spurt really hard. I heard his semen hit the ceiling. He must have cum for five or six good spurts.

Ever since that day, I have fantasized about me humping his face with his cock in my hand. This image always puts me over the edge. If I ever get impatient having an orgasm, I can always make myself cum while remembering my first introduction to sex.

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I’ve never been into big girls, but this one was different. Usually I go for more athletic women, being something of an athlete myself.

She’s a flight attendant for a major airline, but I can’t say which one because I don’t want to get her in trouble, or myself sued. The names and places have been changed to protect the guilty.

She welcomed me onto the plane with a warm smile. She had flaxen blonde hair loose about her shoulders, and flashing blue eyes that totally lit up her face. It was her eyes that attracted me at first, and her classically beautiful face. Leonardo da Vinci could have sculpted her, she was so beautiful.

My flight went from Miami to Atlanta to Denver to San Jose, California, so I would see a lot of her that day. I found that I wanted to see all of her that I could.

I sat in the rear of the plane. I know the best seats are supposed to be up front, but I like to sit toward the back, because if Something Bad happens the passengers there are the most likely to survive.

Laura was her name. She had a big, round, perfectly inverted-heart shaped ass, large breasts, and a perfect hourglass figure to carry them. As one old female friend of mine said about such a figure, she had hips that could give birth to a nation and breasts that could feed them. She was underpinned by shapely, proportionate legs, and surprisingly small feet.

My gaze was drawn to her ass every time she walked forward, and to her face every time she walked back, and I couldn’t help but make eye contact with those magnificent blue eyes. Lovely, sparkling eyes that inspire men to write poetry and songs. Every time we made eye contact I smiled at her and she smiled back.

The thought kept running through my mind that I should say something to her. Anything. I should start a conversation. But how? She was a professional doing her job, doing it well, and one of only 4 flight attendants riding herd over 180 passengers.

First stop, Atlanta. As I remained seated instead of jumping up to get off the plane she approached me and she started a conversation.

“Hey there. Where are you going?”

“All the way to San José.”

“Me too. We’re going to see a lot of each other today.”

“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather see a lot of,” I said.

I couldn’t help but watch her swish that big, perfect ass up and down the aisle as she worked. I was drawn to her face, her eyes, her hair. She noticed me noticing her. She seemed to like my attention. She began almost to perform for me. She would swish up the aisle with an exaggerated wiggle as she passed me, and a discreet wink as she returned.

Professional exchanges turned to small talk, and small talk became subtle flirting. We had a mutual attraction that was impossible to deny.

I customarily sit in the window seat, but this time I chose to sit in the aisle seat so I could have more contact with her. I had the second to last row to myself, and she discreetly motioned for me to move over, and she started sitting next to me on her breaks.

She sat turned toward me as best she could in the tightly cramped airline seat, and crossed her legs, letting her skirt ride up a bit, and showing me a delightful bit of panty-hose clad thigh.

As we approached San José we found out that we were going to the same hotel, down town by the convention center. Not only was it one of the convention hotels, but the airline also put up their off duty crews there.

“So, maybe you can have dinner with me tonight?” I asked.

“That’s an excellent idea.” she replied. “We get meal discounts at the hotel, so I’ll buy.”

She got a mischievous look on her face.

“Is it true what they say about visiting conventioneers?” she asked.

“Depends.” I replied. “What do they say?”

“That they’re always horny?”

“Of course it’s true. Why do you think they say it?”

She giggled.

“Is it true what they say about flight attendants?” I asked.

“What’s that?” she responded.

“That they’re insatiable?”

“Of course.” she said with a smirk, as she discreetly traced a finger up my thigh. “Why do you think they say it?”

I got hard so fast I thought my dick would poke a hole right through my pants. This would be a very interesting night.

We exchanged phone numbers. The airline has a policy against flight attendants dating customers, so we had to be discreet. We agreed to meet in the hotel restaurant after getting settled in.

She had a ride to the hotel courtesy of the airline, and I had baggage to claim, so we had to go separately. Parting, as the old adage goes, is such sweet sorrow. All the sweeter knowing I would see her later that night. The intense anticipation made my juices flow. If I couldn’t take my mind off of her then I would certainly have a mess of man juice on the front of my underwear.

Got the bag, got the shuttle, got to the hotel, and fifteen minutes after checking into my room I was showered, shaved, and dressed for a casual dinner. pendik escort Just as I finished zipping my pants and buckling my belt my phone pinged. A text message from Laura directed me to a booth in the back corner of the hotel restaurant.

I walked through the lobby bar, where a jazz combo played lively tunes for some early drinkers, among whom were the other flight attendants from my flight in. One of them, a tall, thin blonde seemed to have found a hook-up of her own, holding hands with and whispering into the ear of a small, dark woman with silky black hair. I smiled as I continued through to the restaurant.

As I customarily arrive early to conventions and trade shows, I did not see any of the other conventioneers who I knew. This was good, because it added to the discretion of the evening.

The restaurant was cozily dark, and I found Laura in the rearmost booth. I sat with my back to the back wall, where I could see the dining room, but nobody could see Laura unless they walked all the way to the back. The subterfuge felt delightfully clandestine, which added to the fun of the evening.

Laura’s face lit up with a smile, and her blue eyes sparkled. Unlike her uniform, which hid much of her endowment, the floral broom skirt and light red silk top she wore now accentuated it. She went braless, and the light silk top left little to the imagination. When she saw me her nipples sprang to attention, showing through the fabric of the blouse, and her large, perky breasts swayed gently as she moved to invite me in. The sight of her went directly to my penis. This thick girl wore her thickness very well, and I couldn’t wait to get her out of those clothes.

We ate a light dinner, getting hornier all the time, because eating is a sensual experience that goes well with sex. This dinner made all the more sensual by feeding each other occasional morsels. As much as I wanted to tear into a steak dinner, it isn’t good to try to have sex while in a food coma.

As we ate, I felt her foot brush against my leg, and start to work its way up toward my crotch. I scuffed off my shoes, and started to return the favor, running my foot up her skirt, and up the inside of her calf. She parted her legs invitingly, and I continued my way up the inside of her thigh. When my knee bumped against the table, stopping my progress, she adjusted her position so I could continue.

As I inched my toe toward her pussy I found, to my delight, that she was not wearing panties. She opened her legs further, and shifted her pelvis forward, giving me access. I gently worked my big toe into her soft, moist flesh, and as I touched her labia she gasped slightly, and her moistness got very wet. She moaned softly and shuddered.

While I was toe fucking her, at the same time she worked her big toe against my dick through my pants. I was stiff as a tree, the seminal fluid was flowing, and I could already feel a wet spot forming on the front of my underwear.

I held myself together long enough to call the waitress for the check. From the smirk on her face she knew exactly what was going on under the table.

“Scott,” she gasped. “We need to stop. I’m a gusher, and if I cum here I’ll make a mess all over the booth and all over my skirt.”

She’s a gusher. Oh my.

“That’s alright,” I replied. “If you’re going to make a mess then I want it all over me.”

She beamed. We changed positions, put our feet back on the floor, and she pulled me across the table and kissed me firmly on the mouth.

I slipped her a room key, told her my room number, and slid out of the booth. She would follow a few minutes later, so we would not be seen together.

As I walked back through the hotel bar, the tall, thin blonde flight attendant was now kissing the the small, dark woman with the silky black hair. A good time would be had by all tonight.

I went to my room and immediately brushed my teeth. I wanted my mouth fresh because I wanted to spend some time kissing Laura, starting at her mouth, working my way down to her toes, and then back up again, to the last follicle on her head. As soon as I put my toothbrush back into its case I heard the lock cycle, and Laura slipped quietly through the door.

I stepped out of the bathroom and she was in my arms. We wrapped each other in a tight, full body embrace. She wrapped her right leg around me as I pushed her against the inside of the door. We kissed furiously, hungrily devouring each other’s mouths. She moaned and whimpered quietly. I broke the kiss, lifted her head, and moved down, placing a line of kisses down the line of her jaw to her neck.

She smelled wonderful! A light perfume, wildflowers with a note of sandalwood, but mostly she smelled like a healthy woman. And she smelled like sex.

I moved my hand to cup her breast, and ran my fingers over her rock hard nipple, which strained against the fabric of her blouse.

She yanked the blouse over her head, dropped it to the floor, and clutched my hand to her bare maltepe escort breast, gasping at the contact, which sent an electric shock through her.

I moved us toward the bed as she fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, which soon yielded, and I let it drop to the floor. We embraced hard again, and kissed deeply, she sighing as her bare breasts pressed against my naked chest.

I pulled the tie on the drawstring of her skirt, slid my hands under the waistband, and cupped her big, round ass, dropping her skirt to the floor. As we kept kissing, I ran my hands up and down from the nape of her neck, and caressed her ass.

She worked at the buckle of my belt for what felt like several minutes, then finally got it free, released the button, undid the zipper, and slid my pants to the floor beside her skirt.

Now unhindered by my pants, my dick stood proudly at attention, and she ran her hands over it, which made me shiver with the thrill that it would soon be inside her.

I turned her and lowered her onto the bed, which I had turned down earlier, knowing we would soon be in it. She was even more beautiful naked. She scooted back and propped herself on the pillows, and opened her legs invitingly. Her cute, round belly made a ski slope from her navel to her pussy, which was tufted with well groomed pubic hair, pink with her excitement, and glisteningly wet.

I lowered myself on top of her, relishing the feel of her smooth, soft skin against mine, and once again kissing her deeply, as she wrapped her legs around me. I kissed my way down her neck, which drew moans from her, and then down her cleavage. I ran my tongue in circles around her right nipple while rolling her left between thumb and index finger. I took her nipple completely into my mouth and teased it with my tongue. She rolled her head back, and ran her fingers through my hair, hugging my head to her breast.

As I played with her breasts I could feel the heat building between her legs, and the natural perfume from her pussy made my own juices flow even more than they already were.

I nibbled her underboob as I rolled both her nipples between my fingers, which she found delightful and encouraged.

I ran my tongue down from her cleavage to her navel, which I kissed and ran my tongue around. I stuck my tongue into her navel, which made her squirm and giggle.

I made my tongue take a twisty ski run down the ski slope between her navel and her pussy, but jumped off just shy of her bush, which made her gasp and shudder with anticipation.

I lifted her legs up and ran my tongue down the inside of one thigh and up the other, not touching her pussy, but just giving a breath of air over her pussy hair, which drew a gasp each time.

Her pussy became engorged with blood, opening her inner lips, and showing off the button of her erect clitoris. She was dripping wet, and juice ran down the crack of her ass over the rosebud of her anus. Her pussy smelled wonderful, and I hoped she tasted as good as she smelled.

I paused over her pussy, and just touched the tips of her short, well groomed pussy hair with my lips, breathing through my mouth, which made her gasp repeatedly, and vibrate with anticipation. I reached out with the point of my tongue and just touched the tip of her clitoris, which made her shudder and cry out, and produced a gush of girl juice.

I just touched my tongue to the crests of her inner labia and ran it up one side and down the other, skipping her clit as I went, which made her roll her head back and forth and moan.

I ran my tongue around her opening, licking up her pussy juice, which tasted wonderful. I ran my tongue straight up the middle of her labia and gave her clitoris a little flick, which made her shudder and cry out, issuing forth another gush of pussy juice.

She rolled her pelvis forward, giving me better access, ran her fingers through my hair, and guided my mouth onto her clitoris. I opened wide and did my best to take her entire pussy into my mouth, saturating my face with her juices, running my tongue over her clitoris from the shaft to the head.

She thrust toward me, fucking my face. I ran a finger up the crack of her ass, collecting the juices there, and slipped my index finger into her vagina, which sent juices down my wrist. I felt rhythmic contractions of her pelvic floor, and I knew she was close.

I put a second finger into her, reached forward, and massaged her G-spot as I flicked her clitoris with my tongue. She cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, and exploded into an orgasm, and the tide flowed, covering my face, and hand with slick-sticky pussy juice.

I licked and kissed her entire pussy, lapping up her juices as the orgasm rippled through her.

She pulled my up and kissed me deeply, and kissed her juices off of my face. The smell of herself all over my face turning her on even further.

She began caressing my rock hard dick as she kissed me, and I knew I was ready to pop and it kartal escort wouldn’t take much effort to make it happen.

She rolled me over onto my back, climbed on top of me, and put her breasts in my face, which, of course, I had to suck on. Her soaking wet pussy left a trail down my belly as she moved down to kiss me again. She slid her slit down my cock as she moved down to kiss and gently bite my nipples. Her teeth on my nipples went right to my dick, sending electric shocks through me on the way.

She licked her way down my belly, around the base of my cock, and one at a time took my testicles into her mouth and sucked on them.

Seminal fluid flowed out of my dick, and she licked it off as she worked her way from the base to the glans, which she pulled into her delightfully warm mouth. She scooped up some of her own juices to lubricate her hands, and ran them up and down the shaft of my dick while she sucked on the glans.

She worked my dick into her mouth until she sucked in the full length, working her tongue on the underside, which sent me into orbit. When I felt the head of my dick press on the back of her throat that did it. I sent torrent after torrent of cum down her throat, which she swallowed and sucked greedily for more. I shuddered and twitched as the orgasm started at my dick and moved outward in waves through the rest of my body.

When I was spent she kept gently sucking my dick as I caught my breath. I pulled her up, turned her around, and settled her over me in a 69 as she continued her ministrations on my now flaccid dick. She was so juicy that cooze ran down the inside of her thighs, and when I put my mouth onto her clit also ran down my chin onto my neck. Her pussy pulsated and her whole body vibrated as I pressed the tip of my tongue on the hood of her clitoris and worked it up and down.

As I continued to work the shaft of her clit, I reached around her leg, and put one, then two, then three, and finally four fingers into her vagina. I felt rhythmic contractions of her pelvic muscles, so she was close to orgasm. I reached around with my other hand, coated my index finger with her juices, and gently pushed it into her anus. She cried out, convulsed, and niagara flowed as she burst into a powerful orgasm. Her pussy and her anus repeatedly pulsated around my fingers, and her juices coated my face, and ran down my neck onto my chest. She collapsed on top of me, breathless, still pulsating for several minutes.

When she had caught her breath she rolled off of me and admired her handiwork, as my dick once again stood at attention. She straddled me, and once again kissed her juices off of my face, while rubbing her pussy on my dick.

I have an odd physiological quirk. If a partner stimulates me to an erection before my body has completely recovered from the last orgasm then my dick goes into what I call “fuck forever mode”, and I won’t cum again for a really long time, if at all, and I’ll stay rock hard as long as stimulation continues. She had engaged that mode, and I was ready for action.

She looked at me, eyes bright and sparkling. She bit her lip adorably, and smiled.

“Are you ready for the main event?” she asked, her voice sultry.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.” I replied.

She scooted down and straddled my legs. From somewhere she produced a condom. Looking me in the eye the whole time, she tore open the wrapper with her teeth, and sensually unrolled the condom down the length of my dick.

I hate condoms with a passion, but wearing one is a small price to pay to fuck this amazing woman.

She positioned herself over me, guided my dick into her vagina, and mounted me cowgirl style, slowly lowering herself until my entire length was inside her, a look of pure bliss on her face.

She began to thrust forward and back, slowly at first, but picking up tempo until she was really going to town, riding me for all she was worth. She began to glow with a lovely sheen of girl sweat. She increased her intensity until she was nearly bouncing my head off of the headboard. Her breasts bounced, and all of her thick parts jiggled. I ran my hands all over her body, relishing the feel of her. The whole area between us was slick with her juice, and I could feel it running between my legs and down my balls, into the crack of my ass, and that delighted me.

I matched the tempo of her thrusts with thrusts of my own, trying to drive myself into her as deeply as possible. She rocked backward so that my dick hit her G-spot. She rocked forward, and ground her clitoris into my pubic bone.

“So close…” she murmured. “So close…”

I reached up to the nape of her neck, laced my fingers into her hair, grabbed a double handful, and pulled. She cried out and came, first with a big orgasm, then followed by several smaller ones, the aftershocks vibrating and reverberating through her body. This only seemed to excite her more, as she kept fucking. She steadied back into a rhythm, and tension built in her body as she climbed toward another orgasm. The tension built and built until she was like an overwound spring aching for release.

My own tension built up. I felt like my whole crotch was full, waiting on the edge of bursting.

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Our next step in the right direction.

I found myself getting more and more excited as I waited for the next time we would be watching Tele together and then it arrived, so the other evening Sally was sitting beside me on the sofa as usual in front of the Tele.

When the program we were watching ended she got up to get the remote control and instead of sitting beside me when she came back she sat on my lap as was quite normal nowadays. I put my arms around her waist and stayed like that for a while just enjoying holding her close as she moved around on my lap and I said to her “Aren’t you comfy Sally?”

She smiled and said “Very comfy dad, this is the nicest way to watch Tele do you think so to?”

I whispered to her “It is but it’s doing things to your poor old dad,” she giggled and asked if I minded I replied I enjoy it more than you know it excites me haven’t you noticed.

My mind drifting back to what we were talking about the last time we watched Tele and had a few drinks together and I realized that that although I shouldn’t be I was thinking about Sally my daughter in a sexual manner and I felt so guilty as these thoughts raced through my mind thinking what it would be like to fuck her after all she was so attractive and missing the same thing that I was.

Even so I didn’t really think that I would have the nerve to come on to her in case it ruined the father and daughter relationship we had enjoyed since she was a little girl so I tried without success to put these dirty sexy thoughts out of my mind.

The program we had been watching had finished and she was fiddling with the remote to find something else to watch when pendik escort she dropped it, she got off my lap to pick it up and as she bent down her short skirt rode up and I could see her white panties in between her legs, the puffiness of her pussy showing through the thin material and seemed to be either side of that tiny white strip which looked to me very damp.

I imagined what it would feel like to have those lips engulfing my erection, what it would feel like to slide in between them with my ever-hardening cock and what it would be like to have sex with my lovely daughter.

So without thinking anymore about how wrong it was to fuck one’s own daughter I thought it’s now or never and I reached out and put my hand in between her legs not really knowing what her reaction would be so I was so thrilled as she pushed back onto my hand and opened her legs for me.

She looked back at me her face flushed with excitement and she whispered quietly “Oh daddy I have been waiting for you to show me that you wanted me since I came back.”

She carried on saying “Oh daddy ever since the other night when we were talking about missing regular sex I realized how much I wanted you and hoped you felt the same and how much I wanted my daddy to make love to me,” she said. “I really want you to fuck me dad just like Paul used to and I do know it’s wrong but no one will ever know it will be our secret.”

I said “Oh my lovely Sally I really want to love you to, really want to fuck my lovely daughter,” I

said to her quietly. “I know it’s wrong to and it really has to be a well kept secret between us.” I I could feel the heat of her pussy as I slipped maltepe escort my fingers up in between her thighs moving the tiny strip of material aside, she was so hot wet and slippery and it felt like silk inside, she began moaning as she felt my fingers exploring her wetness.

She was getting wetter and wetter and god she was so hot and ready for her horny dad to make love to her and I was so excited and ready to unload deep inside her with my hard throbbing cock.

She gasped and started to pull her panties off saying “0h daddy why don’t you help me and take them off for me?”

We tore each other’s clothes of in a frenzy and I gazed at her naked body in awe realizing how beautiful she looked as she stood before me unashamed and ready for me to as I wished with her, I held her close feeling her naked body tight up against mine as we kissed passionately my cock, hard and erect against her, it felt so good.

I guided her to the arm of the sofa and bent her over, spread her legs and gently pushed my throbbing cock into her pussy from behind.

It slipped in easily since she was so hot and wet, I pushed until it was fully inside her making her gasp as I took her doggy-style my hands on her hips as we rocked back and fore. It was unbelievable that first time, and realizing I was making love to my own daughter with my cock deep inside her pussy made it so intense.

She said “Your big hard cock fills my pussy completely daddy I do love you so much, oh fuck me hard daddy make me cum,” I tried to make it last but was so excited it wasn’t long before my throbbing cock started to jerk inside her as I reached an orgasm and was filling kartal escort my lovely eager daughter up with her daddy’s hot creamy cum.

She reached her orgasm at the same time as me as I held her tight, my cock spurting and jerking deep inside her, she screamed “Oh yes daddy, oh yes daddy don’t stop I feel so full of you, how I have thought about this ever since I came back to you.”

We stayed quiet for what seemed ages enjoying what had happened between us, my cock slowly shrinking and sliding out of her, I looked in between her open legs and saw my cum dribbling out from her glistening lips, god it looked so sexy. We collapsed on the floor, kissing and holding each other just resting in each other’s arms thinking of our intense love making and enjoying the moment.

“Did you like it daddy was it good for you to?” she asked “it was the best time I have had for so long and now me and you have found each other like this we can do it anytime we want, god I love you so much daddy.”

I gave her a big hug and replied chuckling “Yes my sweet sexy darling daughter it was the best sex I’ve ever had and I definitely want more of what we’ve just had my baby” as I held her closer and gave her a big kiss.

She asked me if I was sorry we had committed incest and was I sorry I had taken this big step with her.

I said “I’m definitely not I am so excited and overjoyed that this has happened between us and from now on we are lovers and would do it again and again and do all the other lovely sexual things a man and woman love doing,” I told her “daddy will always be ready to fuck and please his little girl and give her what she wants and I know what that is.”

“I love you daddy and I want more of it to, from now on we will sleep together in that lovely big bed of yours so that neither of us feels lonely again thanks for making love to me daddy” she replied with a big grin.

(More later)

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Note to readers: This story takes place after other stories that I’ve written have taken place. For the full background to this story please read my other Back to School, Bobby’s Graduation Party, and Westville stories if interested. This story also features Emily and Mike Williams from Leon22’s stories. Thanks to Leon22 for letting me use his characters. If you have not read any of his stories I highly suggest checking them out. All characters in the following story are over 18 years of age.

The Smiths’ New Neighbors — Part 2

This story picks up exactly where part 1 leaves off.

Bobby Smith drove his car into the driveway of his house and turned the engine off. He had just gotten back from campus where he had found out that his one and only class of the day had been cancelled. He was glad to have the rest of the day off but it was a little frustrating having to drive across town to campus just to have to turn around and come back. At least this may give him some more time to fuck his mother today. With his dad gone on a business trip all week, he and his mom were taking full advantage of their “alone time” and were fucking like rabbits.

Bobby was a student now at Westville State University. He hadn’t chosen a major yet, but he was considering going in to teaching. After all, the faculty at his high school had been such an inspiration on him (in so many ways!)

Grabbing his backpack from the passenger seat beside him, Bobby opened his car door, stepped out, and began walking up the driveway toward the garage. His family lived in typical suburban America. The houses down his street were identical in every way since they were all built at the same time by a housing contractor; The color was the only thing different about each house. The neighborhood was what most people would consider perfect – there was no crime, the sidewalks were clean, the grass was green, and the people were friendly. But Bobby and his mother were far from a typical family.

What a big façade. Bobby thought to himself as he looked at his house. If our neighbors only knew that my mom and I are lovers. I bet we’re the strangest family in the whole neighborhood.

“Hello there!” a voice yelled to him, and Bobby turned to his right to see a woman standing in the driveway next door. She wasn’t just any woman though – this woman was absolutely gorgeous. The woman began walking over the grass toward Bobby, crossing the distance between them until she stood at the edge of her property. The woman had long, curly dark hair that spilled down around her shoulders and around her bust some as well. Her skin was smooth, creamy white and was totally flawless. She was wearing a pair of extremely skimpy sweat shorts, and a thin little sleeveless tank top, the kind everyone called a ‘wifebeater’. That little shirt clung to her upper body tightly, hugging her enormous breasts so tightly that they stretched the fabric to its limit.

“Hi there. I’m Emily Williams, your new neighbor!” the busty woman said happily, extending her hand out.

Bobby crossed the lawn and stood before her, and shook her hand eagerly, but a little surprised at what he was seeing. He didn’t even notice his backpack drop from his shoulder as he gazed at the woman’s curves. Her juicy thighs were the kind of legs he’d love to bury his cock between, and her tits were just absolutely amazing. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but those huge, twin globes stood up, just as perky as ever inside her tight little top. So this was his new neighbor. Mike Williams, her son that Bobby had met earlier in the day, was a lucky man to get to look at her each day.

“Uh, hello there Mrs. Williams. I’m Bobby.” Bobby said as he shook her hand watched as her tits jiggled with the motion. After shaking Bobby’s hand, Emily adjusted her top, noticing the way Bobby was staring at her assets.

“Oh, Its Ms. Williams, I’m not married, but you can just call me Emily, sweetie. Have you seen my son around? I’ve been looking for him.” She asked.

“Yeah I met him earlier, maybe half an hour ago, in the driveway. I was on my way to class but it got cancelled today.” He said to his buxom neighbor.

“Oh darn him! I need him to move some of the heavier boxes upstairs. Moving is such a pain, you know.” She said to him, smiling.

Bobby rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced over at his house, then back to his gorgeous new neighbor. Mom can wait! Bobby thought to himself. “Well, uh… I could help you out, Ms. Williams.”

Emily clasped her hands together, causing her big 40E tits to squeeze together, bulging even more. “Oh, you would! Oh thank you! Follow me, and remember just call me Emily, hun.” The sexy woman winked at him and then turned around as she walked back toward her own house. Bobby followed behind and looked at her ass. Her little shorts had the word “BOOTYLICIOUS” written across the back of her full, but tight butt cheeks.

“You certainly are… Bootylicious.” pendik escort Bobby said, hoping he didn’t overstep himself with the woman as he followed her toward her house.

The sexy mother just giggled and turned around to wink at him again as she walked up to her front door, “Awww, thank you for noticing, Bobby.” She said to him as she wiggled her ass a little in a teasing, flirty manner.

Emily opened her front door and led Bobby inside. Bobby looked around as he entered the house. The entryway lead directly into the living room and Bobby looked around, noting how the layout was identical to his own home, except that this house was completely bare. A sofa was set up against the back living room wall, but other than that, there were just hundred of boxes lying around the house.

“Thank you so much for offering to help. I don’t know where Mike could have run off to!” Emily said as she brought Bobby further into the house where there were a stack of boxes beside the stairs that led up to the second floor.

“No Problem Ms. Williams… I mean Emily.” Bobby said.

“Here are the boxes I need moved. Do you think you could bring these upstairs to my bedroom?” She asked, pointing at three large boxes on the floor.

“Yeah sure, no problem.” Bobby said.

Bobby was not an extremely athletic kid. He wasn’t fat by any means – he was in shape from bike riding but other than that he didn’t work out much, not like Emily’s son Mike. But what Bobby lacked in muscles and brawn, he made up for in charm.

Bobby hoisted the first of the three boxes up and grunted. It was so heavy! “Uhhn… lead the way, ma’am.” He said as he struggled to hold onto the heavy box.

Emily led Bobby upstairs and down the hall to her bedroom where Bobby set the box on the floor near her closet. They went back downstairs and repeated the process with the second box.

When Bobby picked up the third and final box, he was surprised to find that it was much lighter than the first two. “Oh, this one isn’t too bad.” He said to her.

“Yes, but be careful with that one, it’s very important.” She said to him, smiling.

Bobby walked up the stairs with the box in hand. The college student couldn’t see in front of him with the box in his hands, and he thought he remembered there being one less step on the stairs than there actually was. Bobby tripped on the top step, and fell forward, the box flying out of his hands and landing on its side, spilling open. Bobby himself landed on his face with a painful grunt.

“Oh no! Are you okay sweetie?” Emily rushed to his side to help him up.

Bobby stood up and shook his arms a little bit, making sure that they were okay. “Yeah, I’m fine. At least I didn’t break my arms. I wouldn’t want to do that again.” He glanced at the box which had landed on the floor, and it looked like cloth or clothing that had spilled out of it. “Sorry about the box. Let me get that.”

Bobby squatted down near the box and picked up a few of the pieces of clothing and tossed them back into the box. Finally he stopped, realizing what he had in his hands. Bobby held the little piece of fabric up, getting a better look at it. In his hands was a pair of black crotchless panties that seemed to be made entirely of lace.

“Uhhh… wow!’ Bobby said, and looked at Ms. Williams. She was blushing as she knelt beside him and helped pick up some of the sexy underwear.

“Well, no use keeping it a secret any more. You were carrying my box of lingerie.”

Bobby poked his finger through the open crotch of the panties and felt the silky lace with his fingers. “Wow, this stuff is really sexy! Do you actually wear all this?”

“Sure I do. I love dressing sexy, especially when I have sex!” Emily exclaimed, and then clamped her mouth shut.

Bobby picked up another pair of panties, a g-string with a front made of black lace that was so sheer it was see-through. His dick began to harden just holding the frilly little garment in his hand. He looked up at the sexy mother and said, “I bet you’re a sight when you’re wearing this lingerie, Ms. Williams…errr I mean Emily.”

“Would you like to see me dress up in some of it?” She asked.

“Would I? Yes!” Bobby said before he could even take another breath.

“Ok, bring the box into my bedroom then.” She said to him, leading Bobby back down the hallway into her bedroom. Bobby plopped the box of lingerie on top of the others.

“Don’t look until I’m done changing!” She told him.

Bobby turned around and crossed his arms. He heard Emily Williams rummaging through the box for several minutes, then she entered her walk-in closet and shut the door. While she was changing in her closet, Bobby looked through her lingerie some more, feeling her bras and taking some of her panties up to his nose to smell them. He rubbed his cock through his pants which had grown to a full erection.

“Okay, are you ready?” He heard his neighbor’s voice call maltepe escort from inside the closet. Bobby quickly turned around and folded his arms over his chest as he was before. “Yes, I’m ready!” he called out in return.

The young college student heard the closet door creak open behind him and he turned around. As his eyes met his neighbor’s body, his jaw nearly hit the floor. Emily was standing on a pair of extremely high black heels, her thighs were clothed in white thigh-high stockings with were then attached to garters. The garters disappeared up underneath the pleated plaid miniskirt she was wearing. The skirt itself wasn’t a real skirt; It was the kind of thing a pornstar or stripper would wear. It came down just over her rear-end and kept her crotch just barely hidden. Bobby wondered if she was wearing panties underneath. Emily’s flat tummy was bare, and on top she was wearing just a white bra made of lacey fabric that matched her stockings. The push-up bra hugged her huge tits and thrust them up, and together, making them even more perky and fuckable than they were before. With her stockings and plaid skirt, Emily Williams looked like a gorgeously slutty pornstar schoolgirl. Bobby was speechless. He just stared at her, taking her all in.

“Do you like what you see?” Emily asked and she twirled around. As she faced away from Bobby she bent over slightly and lifted up the back of her skirt, showing Bobby her bare rear-end. Her smooth cheeks were completely bare and tight. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

Bobby quickly stripped off his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. His cock was throbbing, completely hard, and it tented the front of his boxers as it stuck straight out like a pole. “Look at what you do to me, Ms. Williams! God, I’m so hard!”

Emily giggled a little and walked closer to Bobby. With her heels on, she was nearly as tall as he has, but not quite. She reached down and gently rubbed her fingers over the huge bulge in the young man’s boxers and whispered, “Call me Emily, honey.”

“Sorry, Emily.” Bobby said to her. He groaned as he felt the woman’s hands on his cock, even though it was through his boxer shorts. Immediately, Bobby reached his hands up and cupped both of Emily’s gigantic, massive melons in both of his hands. Her tits were absolutely wonderful – they were huge, perky, and firm. Her creamy skin looked fantastic against the white lace bra she had on, and Bobby slid his hands around her tits and caressed the inner curve of her breasts.

Emily let out a long, deep purr as she felt the young stud’s hands roam and knead her breasts. She arched her back a little, thrusting her bulging knockers out even more for the young man to access. Her own hands squeezed his stiff rod through his boxer’s. Her fingers closed around it, making the rod visible with the fabric of his shorts wrapped around the shape of his stiff dick.

Bobby’s hands squeezed and kneaded Emily’s gigantic melons like he was working with bread dough. He absolutely loved them. As he was caressing and rubbing her huge jugs, Bobby found the clasp of the bra in the front, nestled between the cleavage of her tits. He quickly unhooked it, and Emily’s gigantic E-cup tits spilled out free. Her creamy, white tits were as perky as a teenager’s, and each one had little, quarter sized nipples that were stiff and excited. He rubbed and squeezed her bare tits a while longer, then Bobby leaned forward and sucked one of Emily’s stiff nipples into his mouth.

Emily continued to squeeze the young man’s rod with one hand, and she lifted up her other to stroke his hand and hold his head against her breast. “Oh, Bobby, that feels good. Suck on my titties, honey!”

The eager, horny teenager lifted his head from Emily’s tit and said, “Your tits are just as good as my mom’s!” Then he switched to her other breast, squeezing it in his hands while he sucked the nipple into his mouth.

Emily dismissed his comment as dirty talk and responded by saying, “I’ll be your mommy today, Bobby. Mmmmm, Mommy likes when you nurse her titties. What a big, fat cock you have!”

Bobby moaned against his neighbor’s tit as she sucked and slurped on her big, juicy melons hungrily. His tongue lashed over her nipple as she slobbered on her, all the while squeezing and rubbing her big, delicious tits in his hands.

Emily broke away from the young man she’d just met, and Bobby looked at her longingly as her tits were pulled away from his mouth. She dropped down her knees in front of him and a huge grin returned to Bobby’s face. His cock was still within his boxer shorts, and Emily had been rubbing and squeezing his cock so much that the fabric clung to the shape of his cock, and there was even a large wet spot where his precum and leaked through the fabric.

The stacked mother pulled on Bobby’s shorts, sliding them down his thighs. Once the young stud’s boxers were halfway down his thighs, Bobby’s stiff cock sprang up free and kartal escort slapped up hard against the underside of one of Emily’s buxom tits. His dick thrust up with such force and speared directly into the smooth titflesh underneath Emily’s breast. Emily just giggled and then took Bobby’s cock in her hands and began to stroke him.

To Bobby, it felt great to have his bare cock stroked now. Emily wasted no time at slipping her lips around his cockhead and as soon as it hit her lips, she was nursing on his rod. Bobby grunted and placed his hands on his hips, deciding not to touch her head, and just to let her work her magic on her own.

Emily slurped messily on Bobby’s long, stiff cock. She let globs of her saliva drool down all over his cock, and down her chin, purposely letting it drop onto her tits and trickle in between them. She sucked on his cock like this for several minutes, slurping and sucking messily, giving him the sloppiest, best blowjob he had ever felt. After a few minutes, Emily let Bobby’s cock slip out of her mouth and it sprung up again. Looking down at her, Bobby saw her tits were shining with a slick coating of her drool.

Bobby immediately squatted down just a little bit, and aimed his cock in between the voluptuous mother’s jugs. Emily aided him by lifting her tits up with both hands, and Bobby nuzzled his penis in between her breasts, feeling her warm, smooth titflesh envelop his cock. It was heaven.

With Ms. Williams’ tits on either side of his dick, Bobby pressed his hips right up against her chest, and his dick disappeared into her voluptuous, silky melons. Bobby placed his hips on Emily’s shoulders and began to pump his hips forward and backward, which pushed and pulled his shaft up and down through the gorgeous woman’s rack.

“Oh God, your tits feel so good, Emily!” Bobby gasped.

“Do you like them, sweetie? Do you like rubbing your penis all over my titties? I love how it feels sliding between my breasts! Oh, fuck my titties!” She asked, puckering her lips up at him.

“Oh yes!” Bobby gasped again.

Emily squeezed her breasts together tightly, mashing them around Bobby’s dick. His shaft was squeezed between the two huge jugs tightly. Bobby pumped his dick happily and eagerly through her tits which were squeezed together so hard it was like he was fucking a pussy.

“Emily… uhhh… I want to cum all over your tits.” Bobby grunted.

“No! You haven’t even fucked me yet!” She squealed and suddenly stood up.

“I get to fuck you too!?” Bobby asked, having been caught off guard. This was definitely turning into a good day so far!

Emily walked to the end of the bed where she bent over and placed her hands on the foot-board of the bed. She arched her back and bent over, sticking her ass out. Bobby came up behind her and flipped up the back of her skirt, revealing her bare, gorgeous ass. Her rear-end was full and heart shaped, and her skin was creamy smooth. He placed his cock flat against her ass cheeks and rubbed it across her skin.

Emily’s pussy was peeking out between her cheeks as she bent over. The hairless lips of her swollen cunt were clearly visible and looked ready to plunge into. He pushed his cockhead up against the entrance to her pussy and pushed his hips up against her ass, plunging his cock inside her. Emily moaned deeply at the same time that Bobby did, and she arched her back as the thick cock slipped into her body.

Bobby couldn’t believe he was now fucking the woman he had just met a moment ago. Her pussy was tight and slippery wet, making it easy for him to pump his dick in and out of. He thrust his hips up against her ass, watching as it jiggled. The straps of her garters were stretched tightly over each of her cheeks. Bobby leaned over her and reached around, cupping each of Emily’s huge jugs that dangled down as he fucked her. He squeezed and groped her jugs hard as he began really fucking her, sending his shaft pounding in and out of her slippery fuckhole.

“Mmmm, your cock feels so good, Bobby!” Emily said between moans as she reached down between her thighs and rubbed her clit as the young man fucked her from behind.

Bobby pounded her pussy, thrusting his dick in and out of her faster and faster. Each time his hips thrust up against Emily’s he watched her ass jiggle and shake as he buried his dick up deep inside her. His dick was pummeling in and out of her like a well-oiled piston. Finally he knew he was about to pop.

“Oh, Emily… I’m going to cum!” He yelled to her. A few more thrusts and then Bobby pulled his dick out of the slick, tight pussy and aimed his cockhead right at her gorgeously curved ass. His cock erupted, sending streaks of his white, gooey semen across her cheeks. He squirted more and more fuckjuice, splattering the sperm over her buns. When he was finally done, Bobby slapped his dick down onto Emily’s ass, which was completely glazed in his cum. Drips of his jizz oozed down her ass, and down the back of her thighs as he rubbed his cock over her rear-end, smearing his cum around on her body.

The two of them collapsed into the bed and Emily snuggled up beside her new neighbor. “So Bobby, what is your last name, anyway?”

“Smith.”

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It was a long time ago — my first day at work. The usual routine — going around the office, getting introduced to people, smiling that false smile till my jaws ached, and fighting that familiar feeling of being smothered by the mundaneness of it all. Until I met Lakshmi, that is.

She was not someone you would call strikingly beautiful. She had a good figure, her top bulged at the right places, and her booty called out for attention. More than her physical attributes, it was her attitude that got me. Before even the pleasantries were exchanged, she popped the question, “So, have you had sex before?”

I had seen the ring on her finger. I knew this question was one of those meant to flummox a newbie. I played along, not on the lines she expected though.

“Are you proposing an after?” I replied.

It took a while to register. She shook the cobwebs in her brain, and replied in the negative. From the resounding laughter of those around, I got the feeling that this was the first time someone had given this woman a repartee for her retorts. I could see in her eyes a glint of desire. Or may be it was my over-active imagination. Either way, I decided to take some action.

Fridays are days meant for clearing up pending work for the week. The office is usually half empty by afternoon. Perfect. I walk into her cabin, and for a while we make small talk. When I was certain there was only pendik escort one direction in which we both wanted the conversation to go, I chipped “How long have you been divorced?”

“You asked people about me? Were you thinking about me all this while?” she quipped.

“Nope. Did not have to ask. I noticed the ring on your finger — you wear it to keep men off. It is not the only thing I noticed, by the way.” I said with a gleam in my eye.

“I am sure. But humour me. What else did you notice?” she chided.

“Well,” I began “you had on lace underwear on that fateful day. Today, you have on a thong.”

Her eyes popped out, “What?!! How do you know that?”

“Women’s underwear is my speciality.” I explained.

She was quiet. I had no idea what she was thinking. But I knew she had bitten the bait. Suddenly I said, “Take me out to coffee.”

“Coffee?” she was surprised.

“For now” I said “But make it interesting. Take me someplace I would not expect you to take me. Or may be that is where I would exactly expect you to take me?”

“Grab your things” she said with a smile “Let’s go!”

“Umm, my things?” I asked with a mock laugh and pointed between my legs “those things?”

Unfazed, she said “Are you still taking things into your hands? We need to do something about that. Tsk tsk.”

We got into her car. When we reached our destination, I maltepe escort knew it was the right place — the kind I would not expect her to take me to, and exactly the kind I would expect her to take me to. Her home.

“Coffee or tea?” she asked.

“You” I smiled.

She came close and put her tongue in my mouth, snogging me passionately. As suddenly as she started, she stopped “Mr. Smarty Pants, your options are either coffee or tea. I am the snack that goes with it.”

“Does that mean I only get to nibble? I was in the mood to completely devour.” I said.

She opened her mouth to say something. I did not let her. My mouth closed in on hers, my hands grabbing her ass and pulling her towards me tight. We kissed till we were breathless. I could feel her erect nipples jutting out through the fabric of her top against my chest. With one swift expert motion, I put my hand inside her top and unclasped her bra.

Soon we were naked. I took a moment to breathe in her body. Wheatish, not the artificial tan. Natural tan colour that only a few are blessed with. Lovely breasts. Not too big, not too small. Just the right size of handful. Her belly was slightly protruding; giving way to her love mound that was bereft of all hair. I like a woman who shaves down there. Shows respect for the person giving her cunnilingus. Her thighs were soft, yet strong. Her back was gorgeous, kartal escort smooth.

Her ass, undoubtedly, was her best asset. It begged to be spanked. I did just that — two hard whacks across the cheeks. She screamed as the pain tore through her. Then moaned as that pain turned to pleasure.

I bent her over, and in one fluid motion entered her from behind. She gasped as her vulva stretched to accommodate me. I am not very big, at least not as big as her gasp made it appear.

“Motherfucker,” she moaned “How big is that thing?”

“Seven and a half,” I replied matter-of-factly.

“Thank God they still make them that big!” she said between moans.

I started pumping her harder, faster. Pulled her face towards me and kissed her on her mouth. Caressed her breasts, and started massaging her clitoris as my cock banged her pussy. She was close. I could sense it. I gave her two more whacks on her luscious behind. That sent her over the edge. Her orgasm hit her in waves, each wave bigger than the next. Spent, she collapsed on the sofa.

I was not done. I put my cock in her mouth. She seemed repulsed at first, almost as if telling me that sucking a cock was beneath her. I held her head in my hands and started mouth-fucking her. We developed a steady rhythm. Her eyes closed. She was enjoying it now. Then it happened. My orgasm shot through, I discharged in her mouth. Her eyes bulged out as her throat swallowed my juices. Then the doorbell rang.

“That must be Poonam,” she said and went towards the door, still naked.

“Poonam?” I called out after her.

“Surely, the more the merrier!” she said embracing Poonam.

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“We are in so much trouble now” my sister Eileen said as she walked into my room. I was lying on bed trying to come grips with what I just done; I had raped my sister for all intents and purposes. Sure she liked it in the end, but I had forced myself on her.

“I’m sorry sis,” I said. She came over and sat next to me on the bed and smiled.

“Its ok. I have to say I quiet enjoyed it. I can’t believe how much come you shot, my panties are soaked and my pantyhose are ruined.”

“Can I have them then?” I smirked.

“God, your just like all my boyfriends; sex, sex, sex, that’s all they think off”

“Well” I said looking down at my crotch. Her eyes followed mine and she smiled when she saw bulge there.

“So soon Mike? God you’ve got a recovery rate most girls would love. But you’re not putting that thing near me again with mom asleep in the next room. Its lucky we weren’t caught just before.”

I pouted, “But sis, you turn me on” I said and reached out and stroked her nylon covered thigh. I could see up her shiny legs up her skirt to the wet nylon covering her pussy. Just knowing that it was my sperm there got me even more aroused.

“I know what I can do for you.” She smiled “Boys love this.” She stood up and left the room. I was so disappointed but she came straight back with sly grin on her face. “You like to look up my skirt and look at my pantyhose and panties, don’t you?” she said. My sister then hopped on the bed and sat directly in front of me. She spread her legs and her white A-line skirt rode up to reveal her silken pendik escort nylon thighs and come soaked panty crotch that had become almost transparent now it was wet with my semen.

Then she reached down and opened my fly; my hard cock popped straight out. It was red and throbbing and had a smear of pre-come at the tip. “Now I know you’ll like this” she said and bought her hand out from behind her back. In her fist she had a pair of white nylon pantyhose, I recognised them immediately as mom’s, she wore them as part of her nurse’s uniform.

My sister reached out and slowly drew the sheer nylon of my mom’s pantyhose over my cock and pulled it taught just like putting on a stocking. I had done this many times to myself of course, but the feel of my sister’s hand against my nylon-encased cock was exquisite. “Oh yes sis” I moaned.

Eileen had long fingernails, painted slut red of course because she is one. Her long fingers slid lightly up and down my nylon-covered cock; they felt like satin butterflies. I started to moan softly and she took the other leg of the pantyhose, placed her hand inside and began so slowly stroke my balls at the same time. I groaned “Oh sis, that’s lovely. Please don’t stop”

“Why would I stop Mike? You obviously need the relief, it’s the least a girl can do for brother” she smirked and gripped my pantyhosed cock a little tighter and wanked it slowly. “Here is something for you to look at while I make you come” she said and quickly changed position so she was straddling my face. Her silken pantyhosed thighs maltepe escort were right beside my head and I rolled my head to one side and started to lick them.

The feeling of my sister wanking me off with my mom’s pantyhose and the feel of my sister’s sheer nyloned legs and ass against my face and tongue sent me into nylon ecstasy. “Imagine they are mom’s thighs you’re rubbing your cock on” she whispered. “They’re her nylons, I took them from the laundry basket, you can probably just still smell her cunt on them”

My sister talking like that caused my cock to become turgid; I was terribly close to coming. “Here Mike, you can definitely smell mine” she laughed and lowered her pantyhose and nylon panty covered snatch on my face. It was lovely, even though my come had soaked the gusset of her nylons and panties, I could feel her hot pussy and taste her juice.

I started to lick my sister’s hot cunt through her nylon panties. I bit into her pantyhose making a small hole for tongue to fit through. I pushed my tongue against the nylon of her panty gusset and moved it back and forth. My sister responded by pushing herself down on my face, and my tongue stated to lap faster at her silken gusset.

We must have looked quiet a sight, my sister crouched over me with her skirt rucked up and her pantyhose legs astride my face and my face buried in her panty covered pussy. My hard cock covered with my mom’s white pantyhose, being wanked by her red fingernailed hand.

I felt the grip on my cock tighten through the sheer nylon, and kartal escort Eileen’s pace quicken. She pushed her panty-cunt harder against my face and my tongue forced the gossamer thin nylon of her panties inside her whilst by chin was rubbing her clitty. I could feel her really start to wank my cock hard now and my sister sensed my orgasm approaching.

“Come in mom’s nylons Mike! Come on brother of mine, fill your mommies pantyhose with your creamy come!”

I pushed my tongue as far as I could get it inside my sister panty covered cunt and gripped her sheer nyloned thighs, I pushed up and felt her gush of fluid in the crotch of her panties. At the same time she gripped my nylon covered cock as tight as she could and wanked it furiously. “Come in mom’s nylons Mike, let your sister ease your tension, shoot for me brother”

It was too much, the feel of pantyhose thighs in my hands and her sheer panties on my face; the silken caress of my mom’s pantyhose on my cock being wanked by my sister; it was just too much.

I groaned and felt myself release. Come was boiling out of my cock and trapped in the nylon of mommies’ pantyhose. It lubricated the shaft of my cock as my sister continued to wank it. “GOOOOOOD!!!!” I groaned as wave after wave of pleasure exploded inside me. “OHHH sis, that’s just SOOOO good.”

Just then the door flew open and there was our mom standing in the doorway, her skirt creased around her thighs; she had obviously just woke up from her nap. She looked in the room and saw her son lying on the bed, with his cock being wanked into her pantyhose by her daughter, who was sitting on her son’s face, her skirt rucked up to display her nyloned legs and panty ass and crotch.

“Just what the fuck do you two think your doing!” she shouted.

To be continued………………….

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Restraint

“Lisa, I know you’re the last person in the world that’s going to answer this properly,” Brad began. It was insensitive, even brutal, but true. “But you’re the only one I can ask.”

Lisa looked across Cassie at him. They sat together in the sun on the floating dock, out at the edge of the swimming area of the beach. There had been some kids there, jumping into the water with annoying screams, but they’d tired of their game and were now swimming ashore.

“Go ahead, asshole. I’ll do my best,” Lisa said, but with far more kindness than the words conveyed.

“Is what we’re doing horrible? Cassie and I? I mean, when it started, it was an adventure, and it was exciting just because it was incest, because it was forbidden. But it keeps going further.”

And he wanted it to keep going further, Brad thought. It had gotten so that he couldn’t stand being away from Cassie. If he was with her, he had to be in contact with her. If he touched her, he had to touch her more intimately, or to hold her tightly. He was in love with Cassie, in a way he’d never imagined.

“‘A madness most discreet,'” Cassie said, softly, but firmly.

“What?” Brad had asked it, while Lisa looked the same question at Cassie.

“Romeo said it. Shakespeare. But about love, not incest,” Cassie explained.

She took Brad’s hand in hers and leaned on his shoulder. Brad brushed the hair from Cassie’s face, as he often did before he kissed her, but held himself in check, satisfied with looking into her eyes.

It fit, Brad thought. Too well.

“‘Tis our mad sister, I do know her voice,'” Cassie added.

“More ‘Romeo and Juliet’?” Lisa asked.

“Troilus says it about Cassandra, in Shakespeare’s ‘Troilus and Cressida’.”

Cassandra. The mad sister. Cassie.

Brad kissed her now, on the forehead, but only quickly.

* * *

They all piled out of the car. It had been a tight fit, but Brad didn’t mind. He had been squeezed in between Lisa and Cassie in the back seat of Aimee’s Honda Civic. Tara had made some jokes about Brad enjoying it, or at least enjoying the feel of Lisa’s tits squeezing against his arm. She had no idea that it was Cassie’s tits that he wanted to feel.

Brad had thought briefly about trying to get Cassie to give him a hand job during the ride. Lisa wouldn’t have minded. She’d probably have gotten a kick out of it. But Tara kept turning around to make jokes about Brad keeping his hands to himself. She had no idea how much she was annoying him.

Once out of the car, they went to the bar in a group. As it was, both he and Cassie were underage. He had “found” his fake ID, and they were all shocked when Cassie produced one, too. But with or without it, Cassie looked so young, they figured they had better all enter together in a clump, so someone would be less likely to pick her out and tell her to leave.

* * *

They’d gotten there early enough to get a table in the corner. Brad had gone to get their second round of drinks when three big guys came in and immediately started to eye the girls. Aimee and Tara flirted shamelessly, posturing and boldly looking their way with willing smiles. Lisa radiated cold disinterest and Cassie was just Cassie, fading purposely and easily into the background like the noise of other conversations in the bar.

Brad returned balancing five mugs of beer by their handles, then took his seat between Lisa and Cassie. Aimee and Tara made looks at him as he approached, as if he should stay away to improve their chances.

When he sat, Lisa moved closer to him, clearly trying to use him as a ready made excuse to keep the guys away from her. He did something similar, moving closer to Cassie, trying to make them think she was already taken, as if it weren’t obvious from their similar looks that they were brother and sister.

* * *

The guys were tickled to find that Tara, Aimee and Cassie were sisters, and clearly happy that Brad was a harmless brother. That seemed to make the whole thing more exciting, the thought of seducing three sisters on the same night.

Aimee introduced the three of them as “the experienced one,” herself, “the wild one,” Tara, and “the shy one,” Cassie. Lisa was introduced as a long time friend that was “like a sister” to them. She was “the cool one.” Brad was introduced as and treated as an afterthought.

It wasn’t long before the guys were sitting at the table, squeezed between and subtly leaning into their respective targets. Aimee and Tara were eating it up, soon letting their hands find their guy’s hands and knees, broadcasting their interest.

Brad had foolishly gone to get the next round, too, and one of the guys had quickly stolen his seat. The jerk leaned in toward Cassie, who instinctively cowered back, trying weakly to maintain her own personal space. Cassie’s black hair almost completely covered her eyes. She bypassed her usual habit of pushing some of it aside. It was as if it were a curtain shielding her escort ataşehir from him.

Brad watched thankfully from the bar as Lisa came to her rescue. She made some laughing comment about the guy’s ear, then used it as an excuse to touch his ear lobe, only to hold it and massage it. After an awkwardly long moment, she let her hand fall down to his back and stay there.

The guy soon got the message that she was interested and Cassie wasn’t. He indelicately looked down into Lisa’s generous cleavage, as she artfully inhaled to expand it for him. She winked at Cassie with a smile as she did it.

Cassie looked back with what seemed to be a blank expression, but Brad knew that for Cassie it was a loud sigh of grateful relief, with perhaps a touch of jealousy that she could never do the same thing to a guy with her own bust.

* * *

Brad finished another beer, only to stare uncomfortably into the empty mug. Aimee and Tara had long since disappeared into the parking lot with their new companions. Brad didn’t like thinking about them out there. It was funny. He could fuck Cassie, but he couldn’t even think about his older sisters having sex with other guys. It was weird, he thought. Everything was getting weird.

This last guy was getting frustrated with Lisa. Lisa had been teasing him, but resisted all of his excuses to get her alone. She let him fondle her legs, and steal a whisper of a touch here and there at the edges of her breast. His hand occasionally slid hopefully up her thighs, but before it got far she would blatantly grab it, lift it, and move it back to someplace safer.

Brad figured that it was his turn to rescue Lisa, so he suggested that they all had to leave. Lisa jumped at the idea, and she and Cassie were up in a heartbeat. The guy’s disappointment was obvious. He didn’t give up that quickly, offering to walk Lisa to her car and ignoring her polite refusals.

In the black night in the parking lot, they could just see Aimee and Tara at opposite ends, distant shadows leaning against the cars, entwined with their guys. One had Tara’s tit in one firm hand, under her top. Tara giggled loudly, making no effort to stop him. Her own hands were hidden from view.

Brad turned away, toward Aimee, who was moving rhythmically with her guy against a car. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the third guy suddenly grab Lisa and pull her into a firm kiss. Lisa pushed back. Brad stepped forward to pull him off of her, but Cassie caught his arm. He realized then that something had suddenly changed. Lisa had quickly stopped resisting, and was eagerly returning the kiss.

* * *

Cassie and Brad waited against their car, while the three trysts continued. It was killing them, being the only two lovers that couldn’t touch each other in the dark parking lot. They limited themselves to holding hands, caressing each other’s fingers discretely below the level of the car doors.

It seemed silly to Brad that after being so bold at home, they were both so cowardly in a dark lot far from everything. But he felt too exposed out here, and his sisters were all too close. It was all too unpredictable.

Cassie let her hand drift over to the hard ridge of Brad’s cock in his shorts. She traced it a few times with the back of her finger, until Brad couldn’t stand it and undid his belt buckle. Cassie looked at him, shaking her head, signaling that they shouldn’t. He held her gaze in silent refusal himself, then took her hand to move it down into his pants, onto his cock.

Cassie’s soft, cool, delicate hand held him, then held his eyes with hers as she surrendered to the urge herself and began to stroke him. They stood there staring at each other for a long time, listening to Lisa and their sisters make occasional noises, but staying silent themselves. Brad lost himself in the feel of Cassie’s small hand on his cock.

When they heard Tara starting to come, mostly but unsuccessfully muffling her moans, Cassie stood up on her tip toes to give Brad a stealthy, sudden kiss. They began stealing more kisses then, quick, occasional moments of forbidden lust, each too short to be satisfying, but too long to be safe.

Cassie increased the speed and firmness of her strokes. Her hand had grown first warm, and then hot, against his skin. Brad ached to come in Cassie’s hands, but he didn’t have time. Soon Tara was walking toward them, arm in arm with her guy. Cassie had to quickly take her hand away, as Brad frantically refastened his shorts.

He was glad they’d limited themselves to that restrained, if intimately pleasurable, contact.

* * *

They were all quiet on the winding ride home. Cassie sat between Brad and Lisa this time. Lisa seemed to notice Cassie’s hand in Brad’s shorts. She didn’t say anything, and didn’t watch. Lisa had turned her head the other way, looking out the window into the passing black night.

Tara and Aimee were quiet, too. Tara made some jokes about the experience, laughing kadıköy escort nervously. They talked about calling the guys for a real date, but Cassie could feel they were all a bit embarrassed at the turn the evening had taken. It was funny how any lust, once sated, often left an itching, exposed layer of guilt afterward, she thought.

Cassie held Brad’s cock very gently. It was hard and hot in her hand within his shorts. It felt hotter now than ever before. She moved one finger back and forth in a gentle caress, too fearful of being discovered to do much more.

Occasionally he fidgeted, and she’d squeeze him tightly, rhythmically, but never for too long. The thought of her brother coming into her hand, now, with their sisters right there, was thrilling. But Cassie had other plans. She wanted to do this right, when they got home.

For now, she teased him, and enjoyed the feel of his stiff, hot cock in her tiny hand.

* * *

Tara nudged Aimee, trying to get her to look behind her, but she couldn’t discreetly communicate what was going on. Even if she could, Aimee wouldn’t be able to turn around while she was driving, let alone do it subtly, to see it. Cassie had her hand in Brad’s pants, right there in the back seat. Tara couldn’t believe this.

Aimee hadn’t completely believed her before. She’d insisted they must have been playing a joke on her. Now she had the proof, and she couldn’t get Aimee to look.

* * *

They had dropped Lisa off and all headed wearily into the house. Tara and Aimee both lead the way straight upstairs, drunk, tired, spent and satisfied. Cassie went in last, carefully hanging back, just behind Brad. He started to follow his sisters up the stairs, when Cassie grabbed his hand to hold him back. His intense, blue eyes looked into her own, which she knew mirrored his expression. She released him, backed away, turned and walked easily, gracefully back out onto the porch without looking back.

When Brad came out the front door a few moments later, Cassie was standing on the porch, away at the corner of the house, waiting for him. She had purposely picked a spot just where no one could see her from inside through the windows, but she’d turned on the porch lights so he could see her clearly in their yellowish glow. She had already removed her skirt and panties for him. It wouldn’t be necessary, but she wanted him to see her naked cunt, bared for her brother.

Brad walked over to stand in front of her. As he approached Cassie she dropped submissively to her knees, accepting her role as his whore. She reached for his belt, slowly but earnestly unfastening it to lower his shorts and boxers to the ground. She kept her eyes on his the entire time, looking hungry, but calm.

She looked at his cock, right there, level with her face, then looked back up at Brad. As he gazed down at her, his hand reached out to brush the hair out of her eyes. She didn’t smile at him, as much as she wanted to. She was his willing whore again now, so it had to be for his pleasure, not for her own.

She took his cock once again in her tiny hand, without taking her eyes from his. She kissed the side of it, quickly, not letting her lips linger. She wouldn’t kiss it again, tonight. She wanted to use her hands.

Cassie took her time. She used soft, gentle motions at first. She wanted to look at his cock, but she held her eyes on his, letting him see her face as she stroked him. As she watched his excitement grow, she quickened her pace.

Cassie put one hand at the base of his cock, then slid it tenderly up the length of his shaft, barely touching him, only to squeeze his cock head at the end, while the other hand grabbed the base and repeated the motion. She did this over and over, imagining herself pulling the cum up his shaft toward her.

He began moaning for her, so she moved her hands faster, while squeezing him harder. She held her face there, just beneath his cock, looking up at him, expressionless. Her hair had fallen across her face again, so she peered at him from behind her bangs.

Cover me, she thought to herself. Come on your little sister. Bathe your little whore with her brother’s cum. See what you can do to your little sister, what she wants you to do.

As if he’d heard her thoughts, he came for her then. He moaned loudly, as white streamers of sticky hot cum shot into the air across her face, landing on the side of her nose, and her lips and chin. She didn’t flinch or move, she just let him cover her with his cum. She carefully aimed him with her hands, while continuing her stroking, pulling motions, base to cock head, pulling up, pulling the cum from his balls onto her face.

When he finished, she stayed there on her knees, looking up at him, still calmly expressionless, letting her brother see her with his cum dripping down her forehead and her nose and her cheeks and her lips and her chin. He gratefully stayed hard in her hot hands, letting her continue to enjoy the maltepe escort bayan pleasure of stroking his beautiful cock.

* * *

Tara and Aimee hovered just around the corner. They had taken occasional furtive peeks onto the porch, at first, but quickly stopped risking it. They’d seen all they needed to see anyway, far more than they wanted to see. And it wasn’t like Cassie and Brad were being entirely quiet, so they didn’t have to see to know how far things were going.

* * *

Brad looked down at his pretty, innocent little sister. His cum matted one thin lock of her black hair against her forehead. The rest of her bangs fell cleanly across her face, or to the sides. Her freckles were there, some of them hidden behind puddles of his cum. Her blue eyes looked at him, pure and beautiful beneath the dripping mask he’d given her to wear.

He’d just used her as a cum slut. He let her stroke him, doing nothing for her, and her reward was to have her brother paint her face with his cum, abusing and demeaning her. She was such a sweet, kind, pretty girl, and he had used and defiled her.

She stayed there on her knees, making him look at the evidence of his brutality. Even debased as she was, drenched in his cum, she was beautiful. As if to taunt him, she continued to stroke him, tenderly. He loved the feathery feel of her small, soft hands on him. She kept his cock hard and eager in her sweet little hands.

Brad reached down to grab her near the armpits. He guided her up to him. She didn’t resist. She stood up slowly, carefully, looking into his eyes the whole time, until her face, stained with his cum, was only inches from his. She continued to hold his cock in both hands, refusing to release him.

He looked at her a moment more, studying his act of humiliation up close. He moved his hands to her ribs, this thumbs incidentally touching the sides of her breasts, then lifted her slight frame into the air. He held her there, with her face now above his, looking down at him with its dripping pools of cum. He could see in her face that she understood what he wanted, what he was offering and asking. She readily guided his cock into her waiting slit, as he lowered her smoothly onto it.

He fucked her slowly, then, rocking with an easy, unhurried motion. Cassie wrapped her legs first around his back, then agilely moved them under his arms to rest her feet on his shoulders. As she did so she slipped entirely down onto his shaft. The heat of her cunt completely enveloped and took him, giving his entire cock every bit of pleasure she had to offer.

Little Cassie rode his cock that way, bouncing up and down with him, all the while staring at him with his cum thinning until it dripped down her face like thick tears. Drops of it stained her top.

She quickly lost her composure. Her expressionless gaze gave way to one of tormented pleasure. Her smile, the beautiful smile he’d seen her wear whenever he fucked her, crept back onto her face. Eventually the whimpers started, too, but softly.

He continued until he felt her coming for him. He had abused her. He had covered her with cum. Now he raped her again, but he did it until he gave her the same pleasure she’d given him, as much pleasure as he could.

Somehow she kept herself nearly silent, only whimpering and moaning softly, so no one would hear her. No screams or high pitched squeals escaped her throat tonight.

He couldn’t come again, so soon, but he reveled in the feeling when the soft flesh of her cunt tightened suddenly, grabbing at his cock as it always did, convulsing powerfully as she climaxed. He continued until the twitching, gripping sensations had died, when he was sure she couldn’t come any more.

Afterward he held her there, still staring into his face, not blankly now, but lovingly, and smilingly. She made a show of using the fingers of one hand to smear some of his cum across her face onto her tongue. She did it again, over and over, until most of the signs of his barbarism had been pushed out of sight into her hungry mouth. Her face was still damp, glistening under the porch light, but the fact that it had been her brother’s cum that had drenched her was now hidden.

He lowered her to the ground, took her hand in his, and led her back into the house. Even then, she didn’t take her eyes off of him.

* * *

“See!” Tara hissed as Brad and Cassie disappeared into their rooms.

“Oh my god,” Aimee whispered. “You were right. Shit. What do we do?”

“Hell if I know,” Tara replied.

“It’s not like we’re much better,” Aimee said.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“We both just fucked two strange guys in a parking lot, Tara. We were complete sluts.”

“But we weren’t fucking our own brother. There’s a big difference.”

“Maybe,” Aimee answered. “Maybe not. The guys we fucked were total strangers. I’ve already forgotten his name, and I’ll probably never see him again. All I remember about him is how good his cock felt. Cassie and Brad have known and loved each other their entire lives. I think if there’s any way they could, they’d be sleeping in each other’s arms tonight. You and I are sleeping alone, and want to, or at least I do.”

“It’s incest, Aimee,” Tara said.

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By IXIXMCMXLIV (call me IXIX)

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ONE

Most incest stories are fantasies and many of them depict unrealistic characters in unrealistic situations (all men have African or Nordic-size cocks and all women are blowjob experts; the father is handsome and the daughter is young and extremely sexy.)

Well, in my story, which started two years ago, this last part is true: my daughter Kiara, who is now my lover, is truly sexy and very pretty. Although it took me almost one year to overcome her resistance and plant my lucky cock in her pussy, this story is only a brief account of what happened.

I am a 51 year-old physician and Kiara is now 26, a successful freelance writer and the mother of two beautiful children. She never expected that her own father’s lust and persistence would change her life forever.

Kiara’s husband, Ron, was a lawyer specialized in international law, and always an ideal son-in-law. We were good friends and he thought nothing of the amount of time that Kiara and I spent together, nor had he any idea that I was fucking his wife while he was at work or traveling. I know I should feel guilty; strangely, I don’t; as a matter of fact, I have never felt as happy as I feel now, and Kiara, my mermaid, tells me the same when she lies naked in her bed playing with my penis and offering me her body to fuck and enjoy as much as I want.

Kiara and I have always had a wonderful father-daughter relationship (she’s my eldest and my favorite;) we share the same interests in art and literature and she sees me as her mentor. We think alike and can talk for hours about every subject under the sun. She’s quite intelligent (a fact that, for me, adds to her attractiveness,) and her wisdom is years ahead of her age. In summary, we are the perfect couple, as lovers, as friends, as father and daughter, and as a man and a woman.

Kiara looks very much like a “pretty-womanly” version of me. We share the same eye shape and hard-to-describe eye color, and a “kissable” (that’s what my wife, her mother, says:) reddish mouth, full lips, bright white teeth, and a dagger tongue that we can both curl at will. No doubt, she’s my daughter, blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, and now, the perfect lovely pussy for my cock.

Kiara is well aware of her femininity and power over men. She knows how to dress and show her beautifully shaped legs and knees, and a sliver of her thighs, just enough to make you daydream of caressing your way up to her pussy. Her breasts are a most satisfying perky mouthful; she has a shapely butt, and moves like the Brazilian “Girl from Ipanema.” And for those of you who have learned how to truly appreciate the total beauty of women: Kiara has the most graceful and delicate neck, shoulders, upper arms and collar bones that you would want to kiss and bite on your way to her breasts.

I don’t know why it happened. Well, perhaps I know but I’m not sure. Late at night, I was surfing the web looking for erotic sites and came across “Southern Beauties,” a catalogue of images and videos of belles from the South (I’m from Georgia, so this was my territory,) And then, there she was: my daughter Kiara wearing sexy short shorts and a tight-fitting tank top that hugged her breasts and let you perceive the subtle profile of her long erect nipples.

I was shocked and mad at the same time. I had discovered that Kiara, my little innocent girl, had a secret life! Well, that’s what I thought at first. As I looked more and more at the images of “Kiara” in various stages of undress and increasingly provocative poses, I realized that she had a smaller nose, darker eyes, larger breasts and was younger than my daughter. And her name was Andrea. Pheeew, what a relief! However, my sense of relief was overcome by curiosity and I decided to pay the $29 dollars to see much more of Kiara/Andrea.

And that was the critical turning point (or shall I say, the point of no return) in my life and in my daughter’s life.

The next night, I started going through my emails but I just couldn’t concentrate; and after one hour of trying fruitlessly to read some of my on-line medical journals, my fingers typed the words to take me to the site of both my perdition and my deliverance.

Here she was again, and now I could enter “Kiara’s” secret world. As I expected, the images in the video got more and more explicit: I was watching my “daughter” taking off her clothes and caressing her body, looking at me and inviting me — almost daring me – to ravage her. I felt the rush of desire and the thrill of sin. My cock was at full mast and hard as steel. I felt dizzy; and my mouth was watering as if I were biting a mango.

In the last images, she laid down on a bear fur carpet, one knee bent, fondling one of her breasts, and licking her lips (exactly the way my Kiara does.) I was beyond myself; I wanted more; I wanted to fuck her NOW! Then, as if she had heard me, “Kiara” put her hand on her pussy and with two fingers opened the lips of her vulva to show me heaven’s door, daring me to enter. And I was lost.

I escort ataşehir came and came like a fire-hose, without touching my cock, grinding my teeth and grunting like a beast. I was hot and sweaty and my heart was thumping out of my chest. Now I knew that nothing else mattered: I had to have Kiara at any cost; and I wouldn’t stop until I heard her moan: “I’m yours, Daddy, please fuck me” with my cock ramming her cunt.

Andrea became Kiara’s avatar. Every night before going to bed, I’ll spend one or two hours looking at my “daughter’s” naked body, masturbating, and thinking about a plan to seduce her, no matter the consequences. It became an obsession. My obsession.

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TWO

Did I say that Kiara is a writer? Well, she had an invitation to a writers’ seminar at Berkeley, which she had accepted. Coincidentally, I had to give a lecture at a meeting in San Francisco the Friday before the seminar. But how unlucky can I be? At the last minute, my wife decided to come with me (this was out of character, as she doesn’t like to travel.) This time she wanted to come, “because it’s San Francisco, Paul.” Damn it! I wouldn’t be able to get to my daughter’s pussy as I intended.

Well, all problems have at least one solution. My wife asked Kiara to have dinner with us and spend the night at our hotel; and Kiara said yes. Problem solved!

We had two extra king size beds in our room and the two ladies wanted to sleep together. It was OK with me (in fact, this would facilitate my plan.)

I had a bottle of Rohypnol that I bought in one of my trips to Santiago (it’s not available in the US) and had brought specifically to make my daughter sleep, and fuck her to my heart’s (and cock’s) content. Now I had to drug both ladies, which again, was no problem. I went to the bathroom, ground two tablets and put the powder in a piece of tissue.

We had a great dinner: asparges and palmito salad, Sancerre wine, abalone, and the best tres leches I have ever had (“not even in Managua, my friends.”) While the ladies were in the “powder room” I put the magic powder in their dessert.

My ladies wanted to go to the room. I paid the check but told them that I was going to stay at the bar to watch “the game” (this sounded like a good excuse to spend one or two hours alone while the “R pill” took effect.)

After a few shots of vodka, I was ready to go upstairs. The room was dark but the TV was still on. I was able to see the figures of my wife and my daughter sound asleep. Fortunately, Kiara was on the side closer to my bed, which would facilitate my maneuvering of her delicious body. I was nervous. This was going to be my wedding night. I shed my clothes at the door (I could have hung all of them including my shoes, on the tremendous erection of my penis — such was the effect that the promise of my daughter’s pussy had on me.}

I approached Kiara, took her by the wrist and made her sit. Kiara opened her eyes and looked at me, startled. I threw her on my bed and started kissing her neck and licking her lips while lowering my hands to take off her panties. I did it very slowly, enjoying every second, well aware that I was opening a once-in-a-lifetime gift and committing a once-in-a-lifetime sin.

By now, her eyes were closed and she seemed to be asleep. Omigod what a beautiful sight: a light brown fuzz forming a small triangle on her pubis, over her clit and the pink lips of her “other” mouth. And I thought “This is a natural woman and I’m going to fuck her now.” I smelled her panties, which she had worn all day and were still wet with her juices, and almost came on the spot.

But first I had to taste her…

I knelt by the bed and put her legs on my shoulders. I was ready to enjoy a king’s feast. My mouth went directly to her cunt lips and the tip of my tongue started licking and lapping in circular motions, clockwise and counterclockwise, until I heard Kiara’s soft moans and rapid breathing.

Then, I nibbled her outer labia and put my nose at the entrance of her pussy. I was totally in heaven and nobody could take me away from my woman (now I knew that Kiara had to be my woman.) With my fingers, I uncovered her clit and I started to lick and suck. She was drenched and suddenly she squirted directly into my mouth. I thought I was going to die of joy.

I went back for my second serving. My tongue was now inside my daughter and I was drunk with the aroma and the taste of her salty, tart and umami cunt juices. Kiara was moaning softly and tilting her hips to meet my mouth. I was drinking my daughter’s heavenly nectar as if I were dying of thirst. My cock was fully erect and engorged and ready to find his nest. Kiara’s moans became louder. And then…

“Kiara, are you OK?” “Is something wrong?” The voice of my wife made me freeze.

She turned the light on and looked at me, shocked: “Paul, what are you doing?” With my chin resting on Kiara’s mound and still drooling, I answered: “Can’t you see? I’m eating our daughter’s pussy and after I finish here, I’m going to fuck kadıköy escort her raw.” She nodded OK, eyelids dropping, and fell back asleep.

Oh, the glory of the sleeping pill; tomorrow none of them was going to remember what happened tonight.

I was ready to fuck my woman. I pulled Kiara by the hair, like a caveman, and put her mouth as close as possible to mine. I needed to breathe and smell her breath while I entered her. She was on her side, facing me; I lifted her leg with my forearm to expose her pussy. I was on fire.

I put my cock between the lips of her pussy and started sliding the tip over her piss hole and all the way to the hood of her clit, and then back to the opening of her vagina, without entering her. I was torturing myself to atone for the sin I was about to commit.

Then, a sudden thought hit me like lightning. And I stopped; I stopped moving, despite my hot iron rod, despite all my lust, and in spite of myself. (What am I doing? Omigod!)

This was too easy; and unfair to her and to me. Kiara was completely and totally defenseless and unaware of what was happening to her. I felt like a monster, a hyena, and the defiler of my own daughter. I wanted her awake. I wanted my Kiara to surrender to her father without chemicals or tricks. I wanted my daughter to scream my name when she came. But by now I had already reached the point of no return. I ran to the bathroom and, grunting her name, I exploded in a storm of semen, lust, and guilt.

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THREE

Three weeks later, the four of us (Ron, Kiara, my wife and me) went to the theater (we used to “double date” once a month and always had a great time.) Since it was early, we decided to have a light dinner. I sat beside my daughter and knew that I had to start exploring the territory I was to conquer.

First I touched her knee with my knee and when she turned her head I said “Sorry.” She smiled and said nothing. I decided to engage Ron in conversation to make sure that he was distracted and didn’t see what I was doing to his wife. I was now caressing Kiara’s thigh with my knee. She moved away and looked at me quizzically. I smiled. She was reassured and continued eating her salad.

Emboldened, I lowered my hand under the table and touched her calf. This time she didn’t move. I knew she was confused trying to figure out what was going on with her father. For me, it was too late to stop. It was now or never. With my nails softly scratching her skin I traveled very slowly up her leg and reached the underside of her knee. I turned my hand and tried to separate her legs.

Kiara moved fast and trapped my hand within her knees. She continued talking to her mother as if nothing was happening under the table. I pulled my hand out and she relaxed her knees. I went in a second time and she clasped my hand again. We repeated the maneuver two or three more times. She had a Mona Lisa smile and her eyes were almost closed. This was now a game and the prize was between my daughter’s legs. And she knew it.

My wife and Ron were now engaged in their own conversation. I whispered into Kiara’s ear “I’m going to win, my girl.” She looked at me and threw her head back; I could see that she had goose bumps in her arms. There was no doubt of what I intended. She relaxed and I took my chance; my hand went all the way under her skirt. She was breathing heavily and put her napkin on her mouth to suppress a squeal when my hand finally reached its destination. She let my hand stay in the heat of her pussy, nested in the warmth of her thighs. I started moving my knuckles against her pussy and felt the wetness through her panties. Kiara began to rock rhythmically, pressing my hand with her pussy and both thighs. I had won! And I was going to fuck my daughter….very soon.

Abruptly, she stood up, “I’m going to the ladies room; Mom, do you want to come?”

The two ladies left the table and, since I travel extensively in Sub-Saharan Africa, Ron asked for my opinion on a case being reviewed at the International War Crimes Tribunal in the Hague. Apparently, it was the usual ethnic genocide disguised as civil war, which will probably remain unpunished.

My wife and Kiara came back and both seemed somehow bothered and upset (“Wow”, I thought, “now I’m in trouble,” and braced myself for the worst.) My wife sat beside me and Kiara took her mother’s seat beside Ron and facing me. I was ready to accept or deny the accusation, depending on who the prosecutor was. There was a long silence. And then, they looked at each other, laughed and resumed the conversation as if nothing had happened (Pheeew, that was a close call; perhaps I should be more careful from now on, I thought… I thought, but I couldn’t.)

We left the restaurant and Kiara went to sit beside Ron who was driving. “You know that I get dizzy when I sit in the back.” said my wife (thank God for displaced otoliths – the tiny pebbles in the inner ear that control equilibrium.) Reluctantly, Kiara sat in the back with me. The temptation was too big and my daughter was maltepe escort bayan irresistible. After a short while, I tried to touch her leg (she was wearing a short skirt, almost a miniskirt of very thin and soft material.) I knew how much I was risking but I couldn’t help it. I had to feel and caress her skin.

She pushed my hand away and looked at me with a puzzled expression (I didn’t know if it was OK or not OK to proceed.) I tried again and this time, she held my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. Then she put the back of my hand on her lap. I was unable to move my fingers but this was paradise. I could feel the warmth of her pussy and the up and down movement of her thighs. She was pleasuring herself and my hand was there, as a guest. Next time, I thought, I will be there, as the owner.

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FOUR

Ron’s 30th birthday and a beautiful afternoon at Ron and Kiara’s house. My daughter looked ravishing in her purple summer dress. I could have eaten and fucked her in the middle of the garden, in front of everybody. I won’t say more about this because I don’t know much about women’s clothing. What I can describe, though, is from Body Language 101 (after all, I am a neurologist:)

When a woman wants to attract a man and let him know that she’s available, she sends one or more (generally more) of these signals: wears revealing clothing, smiles coyly, flips her hair, tilts her head, exposes her neck, crosses and uncrosses her legs, thrusts out her hips, wets her lips (that’s my girl!), bites her lower lip, does the famous leg twine (a favorite of mine), holds the man’s gaze for 2-3 seconds and then looks away and down.

Kiara was sending me all of those subconscious signals while the other guests weren’t looking. I was excited beyond the limits of my libido (thank God for the large napkin covering my erection) and I thought: “Today I’m going to fuck my sexy daughter, no matter what.”

Kiara left the party and went indoors. I followed her to her bedroom and sat on the bed. She came out of the bathroom and was startled when she saw me there.

“Daddy, what are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you, come and sit beside me.” (I patted the bed)

“I prefer to stand. Can’t this wait? I need to go back to the kitchen and make sure that everything is OK.”

“I don’t think so. For some time, I have been worried about you.”

“Why?”

“You seem restless; is there anything wrong between Ron and you?”

“No! Why do you say that?”

“Well, just a few minutes ago you were flirting with your own father.”

Kiara blushed: “I was not!”

“And we both knew what we were doing in the restaurant and in the car.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you want me to show you what I mean?”

“You better not!”

I stood up, took her by surprise and kissed her fiercely, trying to weaken her defenses and throw her on the bed. She arched her back and pushed my chest saying “No, No, No” but I grasped her wrists and put her hands behind her back. She was now helpless (or so I thought). Unexpectedly, I felt an acute dull ache in my testicles as she hit me full force with her knee. The two of us fell on the bed but I had to let her go.

She was furious, short of breath and hissing: “Dad, this is not right. I’m your daughter. What’s wrong with you? Don’t do this. Please stop, stop now.” There was blood in my lower lip from the bite she gave me trying to resist my kiss. Kiara slammed the door on her way out. I felt like shit “What have I done?” I thought.

After a while, I went to the yard to rejoin the party. My wife looked at me and asked “What’s wrong, Paul?” “Are you OK?” “What happened to your lip?” I don’t even remember what I said, but whatever it was, it worked. I went inside to get another drink. Kiara was in the kitchen, alone. The moment she saw me she turned around and passed by me without a word and still visibly upset. (God, I have ruined everything — now she will hate me for the rest of my life, I thought. I’m a colossal mountain of shit, a horny bastard and a despicable father. I’ve lost my Kiara forever.)

I really didn’t understand what was going on but for the rest of the evening, Kiara was all smiles, serving the food and chatting with the guests. I was sure that she was trying to punish me in the worst way a sexy woman can punish a man: by sitting exactly in front of me, dangling one of her sandals as a lure, showing more and more of her long, well-toned legs, and crossing and uncrossing them without deigning to look at me. She was distant but polite, not showing anger or ignoring me at all. She even gave me a kiss when we said goodbye, as if nothing had happened. I was confused and decided to retreat — wait and see — for the time being.

Fortunately, it was that time of the year when I go to the Gambia for six weeks, to teach at the Medical School in Banjul. This was going to be an almost unbearable time away from home. My only consolation was the prospect of regular visits to “Mrs. Philpot’s Parlour” which specialized in Eastern European women and young Dominican girls (their ad was hilarious: “The members of our staff are clean, thoroughly tested, and healthy”) The girls were nice, spoke understandable English and were well trained. And I was very careful before, during, and after intercourse.

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